The thick fog could not block such brilliant red light. At that time, Zhao Rucheng would rise from the ground, and the swarming wandering souls would almost drown him.
And Du Yehu has arrived!
He didn't even need to move. He was rushed by the strong energy and blood, and the wandering souls nearby collapsed.
Du Yehu was so forthright that he directly grabbed Zhao Rucheng by the collar and carried him towards Ling He.
After receiving a vicious claw from the resentful ghost, the brothers were all worried. Only Zhao Rucheng didn't look hurt at all, and shouted angrily: "Hey, hey, hey, I can leave by myself!"
Du Yehu ignored him and ran halfway before throwing the noisy Zhao Rucheng towards Linghe. At the same time, he turned around and hit the resentful ghost hard with his fist wrapped in the power of blood.
Let's not talk about Ling He flying into the air to catch Zhao Rucheng, let's just talk about Du Yehu's fist.
Compared to Ziqi Donglai Sword, his boxing skills were not good enough, and he was quite ignored even in the outer sect of the Taoist Academy. But when he came, it became particularly violent.
This punch did not seek an opening, but faced the resentful ghost's huge claws, using force to hit force, and using attack to attack. Duan is strong and unyielding!
The iron fist was wrapped in the power of physical energy and blood, and it collided with the giant blue-black claw, and they were in a stalemate for a moment.
At this moment, Jiang Wang jumped over again, his sword flashed suddenly, and he cut the resentful ghost's other eye.
"withdraw!"
When Jiang Wang succeeded, he was far away, and Du Yehu also jumped back.
The resentful ghost, who was blind on the spot, became more and more violent. A pair of giant claws clawed wildly, stirring up strong winds all around.
When its offensive was a little tired, Jiang Wang turned forward again, and the long sword drew a graceful arc from the air, floating as lightly as a fallen leaf to the right paw of the resentful ghost, almost silently. But at the same time as it came into contact with the blue-black sharp claws, an unparalleled sharp roar broke out!
The third form of Ziqi Donglai Sword Technique's killing method is all about profit!
With just one sword strike, the right claw of the resentful ghost was cut off.
Jiang Wang showed no interest in fighting, and even started to retreat as soon as he drew his sword.
The resentful ghost lost his vision and could only vent his anger into the air in front of him. At this time, Du Yehu, who was burning with vitality and blood, had turned behind it and jumped up high. He held his right hand with his left hand, and his hands were like hammers. Hit the resentful ghost's ferocious head hard.
boom!
The qi-blood wolf smoke can already restrain ghosts, not to mention how ferocious Du Yehu's attack was. That fist, wrapped in layers of energy and blood, exploded the resentful ghost's entire head in one fell swoop!
Du Yehu couldn't avoid it and was splashed with green and black blood, but was quickly burned away by the power of blood.
It wasn't until the headless body of the resentful ghost fell that the red light on Du Yehu's body faded away, and his face instantly turned pale.
Jiang Wang jumped to Du Yehu's side and supported him with his hands, "Brother Hu, this..."
Qi and blood are the foundation of human beings. Now that Jiang Wang is condensing Dao Yuan, he must start with the supply and transfusion of Qi and blood. Du Yehu was so powerful at the moment, burning himself every moment. He is not a martial artist who specializes in martial arts, so he cannot contain such majestic energy and blood. This battle will take him at least five years to recover.
The five years at the beginning of practice are so long! Not to mention the problem that Qi and blood begin to decline after a certain age. A slow step, a slow step, may mean that he will be insulated from the extraordinary from now on.
But Du Yehu still had no hesitation or hesitation before. You can't think so much at the moment of life and death, and the more subconscious choices you make, the more you can verify your true intentions.
"It's a small matter." Du Yehu secretly adjusted his breath, regained a little strength, and pushed Jiang Wang away, "I haven't reached the point where I can't walk yet. Let's go, the situation in the Zhonggong is definitely more dangerous. .”
Although Ling He was full of worries, it was inconvenient to say more at this time. He put Zhao Rucheng on his back, then stepped forward to pick up his sword from the resentful ghost's body, and silently protected it by Du Yehu's side.
He had burned Qi and blood before, but it was only a small amount and did not affect his foundation. Therefore, he still has the strength to fight for his life.
As the only intact and strongest combatant among the four, Jiang Wang must of course remain flexible so that he can take action at any time. So he just walked in front with his sword and had no intention of helping.
Only Zhao Rucheng was still muttering and complaining: "The boss is still considerate. The tiger is clumsy. Really, he is carrying me like a chicken. What does it look like? If Miss Miaoyu finds out, my heroic image will be ruined." Destroyed?"
Miaoyu is now the leader of Sanfenxianglou, and the most popular girl in the entire Maplewood City Fengyue Field. Zhao Ru has become a Qin Fangze and has spent thousands of taels of silver on Sanfenxiang Tower, but has not been able to succeed so far.
Du Yehu remained silent, not because he didn't want to beat him up, or at least scold him, but he really didn't have the energy.
"Come on, come on." Jiang Wang said impatiently: "In addition to the unconscious wandering souls here, there are also the confused and resentful ghosts. Who do you want to show your image to?"
"Then who can say for sure?" Zhao Rucheng became more excited. He lay on Ling He's back and pointed fingers: "What if there is a beautiful female ghost hiding somewhere and peeping at me? It was a good love affair, but it just went to waste. This Can you afford to lose Tiger?"
Du Yehu, who was almost dying of illness, sat up in shock and summoned up the remaining strength to hit the arrogant guy.
Before he could explode, Ling He stabbed upward with the hilt of his sword.
"Hiss..." Zhao Rucheng took a breath of air, and his arrogance suddenly disappeared.
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But behind the thick wall of fog, the center of Xiaolin Town is in the middle palace of the Nine Palaces Formation.
A huge whirlpool is slowly turning. The original place here is no longer visible, and everything is dissolved in this whirlpool of silence. There is nothing but this whirlpool. The center of the vortex is pure black, which seems to attract everyone's attention and no one can get rid of it.
Next to the whirlpool stood four cultivators with long auras, all of them full of Daoyuan. They were all dressed in black robes, and their eyes were fixed.
And not far in front of the whirlpool, there was a house that had been smashed to pieces, with nothing left but a brick wall.
The woman in red clothes was leaning against this wall with a lazy expression.
She was tightly wrapped, but she gave people endless temptation. She held a small oval mirror in her hand, but what was reflected in the mirror was not her own beautiful face, but the figures fighting resentful ghosts in the Nine Palaces Formation.
"The current generation of disciples at Maplewood City Taoist Academy are not very good either. Those few sword skills are pretty good." The woman in red clothes muttered, turning over her hand to put away the mirror.
"Okay, the time has come. If I had known it would go so well, I would have taken a longer nap." The woman in red clothes yawned as Pingting walked towards the whirlpool, "I'm so sleepy..."
When she walked in front of this mysterious whirlpool, her expression became slightly more serious. She turned sideways and bowed politely, "Your regards, elder."
The four black-robed monks also followed her and bowed.
So out of the thick fog, an old man with white hair walked out. This old face was as wrinkled as old tree bark, his eyes were very cloudy, his back was hunched, and he even staggered.
But as he walked step by step, his back straightened up inch by inch, and his aura continued to surge.
He ignored the woman in red dress and others, and just stared at the whirlpool, as if staring at his eternal love, with extremely pious eyes.
By the time he reached the whirlpool, the momentum was already as strong as the ocean, making him breathless.
The woman in red dress lowered her head.
The white-haired old man gathered his ring and tail fingers, placed his thumb, index and middle fingers in a triangle shape over his heart, and recited softly: "At the bottom of the River of Forgetfulness, there is the abyss of the underworld. The god returns to the world, and the candle shines on the world."
Then he took out a bone dagger, inserted it neatly into his Heavenly Spirit Cap, and fell straight into the whirlpool!
