The attacks outside came one after another in a leisurely manner, as if they were in no hurry to break the bright yellow turtle shell.
Several people in the virtual mask were offended. Tu Kun was knocked to the ground again and again by violent attacks. The protective water method used by Yang Shuilan collapsed one after another. Fine cracks appeared on the translucent streamer in front of her, and her face was as pale as paper. , a thin mist of water surged up to cover it up, so that Lezi wouldn't worry about his own embarrassment.
Zhang Wenfeng's body of mana was rapidly depleted, and he quickly calculated in his mind how long he could last while being beaten so passively.
The dragon soul roared wantonly from outside, "Human boy, don't think that you have a turtle shell to rely on, and you don't know how high the sky is. Do you really think that I have no means at my disposal? Ho ho, I will refine you all into skeleton puppets, especially It’s that bitch, wait for me!”
Lu Zijin rolled his eyes strangely and cursed: "Reptiles, stinky bugs, snot dragons, what are you so proud of? Why don't you rely on the power of your ancestors? If you have the ability, let's fight in a one-on-one fight. Mr. Donkey will kick him to death." You little brat..."
Dream Chang in the water-gathering bead said in shock, "The dragon soul is full of energy. He has not consumed his own soul power. He has other soul sacrifices in his hand, and they are extremely high-quality souls... Quickly, set up the hexagonal altar, I will He taught you the sacrificial method and the Dragon God sacrificial spell, he will really suffer a big loss this time."
He kept chattering and threw out an undecorated jade slip out of thin air.
Zhang Wenfeng caught the jade slip, made a secret with his left hand, and controlled the turtle talisman to resist the attack of the Yin Shen's projection.
He quickly browsed through the contents of the jade slips, selected the key points, drew his sword in his hand, measured with his footsteps as a ruler, and quickly used the sword as a pen to draw a hexagonal altar on the vacant land.
He has a solid foundation in drawing talismans. Although he is busy, he is immersed in a calm state of mind and is not affected by the shock of violent attacks.
Under the sword are carved one ring after another, from the inside out, step by step, and the rings are interlocking.
The turtle shell's virtual shield is covered with mist that blocks prying eyes from outside, so that the dragon soul cannot detect the movement inside, otherwise the dragon soul will attack the crumbling virtual shield at all costs.
Tu Kun and Yang Shuilan, who gritted their teeth to support themselves, were shocked.
As long as the temple owner has a way, they can hold on, and at most they will scrap a few treasures.
The biggest fear is that there is no hope, the future is dark, and we struggle blindly.
Lezi and Lu Zijin couldn't help, but they were always ready. Looking at the brighter and brighter turtle shell, they were anxious, "It can't be strong for long, and it can't be soft for a long time." The two sent a message to discuss a few words, in case the temple master The arrangement was not completed and the protection was broken. They settled on a simple sequence of procedures to welcome the attack, so as not to die in a rush.
Both of them are physically strong. They should be able to use their treasures and body to block two attacks and buy a little more time.
As for the consequences of being shattered into pieces, that is, the difference between death first and death, maybe there is a chance of survival?
Except for the mocking noise of the dragon's roar and the "bang, bang" attacks, there were no other sounds in the space, and no one was interested in talking. Several pairs of eyes were paying attention to the progress of the viewer's depiction.
When your life is at stake, nothing can go wrong.
Zhang Wenfeng relied on his extremely calm state of mind and spent half a word to complete the base of the complicated hexagonal altar with his sword like a shadow from behind.
The beginning and end of the painting echoed each other, and the thickness was even and precise, which attracted Old Man You's admiration.
At this critical moment when a landslide is at stake, maintaining a calm mind requires strong mental support.
The most important thing is to test a person's original intention and cultivation.
If it were You Meng who was the chief, he wouldn't be able to guarantee that he could do as well as Taoist Zhang in such a short period of time.
Perhaps, this is the reason why Taoist Zhang is not the highest in cultivation and can attract many masters to sacrifice his life.
Zhang Wenfeng sheathed his sword, and with a thought, a bunch of spiritual energy stones, chalcedony, and spar fell out, floating around. With the wave of his right hand, he quickly guided the gems to various positions on the base of the hexagonal altar. The teachings in the jade slips lay out the hexagonal altar layer by layer.
"Quick, each throw nine drops of essence and blood into the air for sacrifice."
Zhang Wenfeng shouted through the voice, and with a flash of light, he took the lead in using the flying sword.
Cut open the palm of your hand, squeeze out nine drops of bright red viscous essence and blood, pour it into the chalcedony stone in one corner of the altar, and follow the same method to place the squeezed out essence and blood of the four people in place.
"It's a huge loss. I'm losing money on my business this time."
Old Man You sighed, and with great reluctance, a bit of gray mist popped up in an empty corner, and then six more strands of dragon soul silk collected two years ago flew out, floating on the six corners of the altar, and another one flew out. The small black jade bottle fell into the middle of the small altar. It was the wandering souls and ghosts collected by You Mengzhang within a thousand miles near the Fairy Spirit Temple some time ago.
He found a nest of old ghosts at the foot of a certain mountain in the Qianluo Mountains eight hundred miles away who had suppressed them for more than five hundred years.
Full of joy, it originally had another use, but this time it was consumed completely, which made him very annoyed.
Zhang Wenfeng is relatively sensitive to ghosts. As long as the old man Mengmei doesn't extract souls behind his back, he won't care about You Mengchang collecting ghosts in the world. Sacrifice mantra.
The recitation was extremely difficult to pronounce, but fortunately he was very good at reciting the words and recited the "Send the Dragon God Sacrifice Curse" according to the gourd painting without making any mistakes.
He didn't know what the sacrificial curse meant. The rhyme sounded a bit like the dragon language of the previous dragon soul, and it was a bit specious. However, as he recited it, the originally dull attack suddenly stopped.
Dragon Soul's voice became stunned, "Uh, why did you stop?"
He hurriedly checked the sacrifices, and there were still some fragments of the monk's soul left over from that time. Suddenly, he thought of a possibility, that strange Taoist priest was helping him to send the gods.
It is easier to ask God than to send Him away. Only by paying a greater price than He can you send God away.
Moreover, the dragon soul must be used as a guide, otherwise the projection of the ancestral dragon Yin Shen will not be recognized. This is to prevent the clan dragons from fighting among themselves and favoring one side.
"You bastard, you stole my king's last dragon soul and used it to send to the gods, damn Li thief..."
Dragon Soul cursed loudly and felt powerless.
Why was he reluctant to spend more of his soul power in sacrifice before, allowing that bastard to take advantage of it? He watched helplessly as the almost broken turtle shell with dim yellow light disappeared into the air, and a small hexagonal altar appeared. It was not like Taoism. The technique was very strange to him.
Followed by the Taoist priest's final technique.
The entire altar shimmered with a bang, and the majestic energy circled around the sacrifices and rose into the sky.
Dragon Soul stared blankly, not daring to attack and disturb the Yin God's projection to enjoy the sacrifice. In the eyes of Zu Long Yin God, he was nothing. He noticed that the sacrifice contained his soul silk breath, and almost killed himself alive in one breath. Suffocate to death.
Zhang Wenfeng followed You Mengchang's instructions and performed a gift.
A dragon-shaped black shadow broke through the void and disappeared in an instant, regardless of the fact that the human being sent to the gods was not a dragon.
Lu Zijin, who had watched a thrilling drama, laughed strangely and shouted, "Old man Long, what other methods do you have, use it, let Mr. Donkey open his eyes, come on, use your dragon power to do your best." A man who crushes Mr. Donkey and even frowns is not considered a good man."
He had advanced to a minor level in cultivation, and his body had greatly improved after being washed with medicine. However, the Dragon Soul was far from returning to the level of cultivation it had been two and a half years ago. Under the circumstances, he dared to challenge the Dragon King.
Tu Kun held the flying stone, his figure slightly blurred, reached out and took the two refined translucent water beads handed to him by Yang Shuilan, swallowed them in one gulp, and quickly replenished the consumption in his body. He tried his best to damage the two treasures, and reluctantly Persevered.
The tempering of just one word was like a year to him.
Of course, after surviving this test, he gained a lot mentally.
There was no blood on Yang Shuilan's face. She wiped away the blood from her mouth and nose without leaving any trace, and swallowed two hydrogel beads.
She also lost two water-based protective magic weapons. She smiled at Lezi and shook her head, indicating that she was fine.
Zhang Wenfeng glanced at the collapsed altar that had exhausted its energy on the ground, and was thinking about how to deal with the cunning dragon soul, when he heard the cold dragon roar in the air.
"I will try my best to destroy my remaining soul and use you all as my support, but I won't let you be humiliated!"
The five people were stunned at the same time, looking at each other.
Using the threat of self-destruction, even if they were willing to be killed, they were once again put into a dilemma.
Damn it, does this look like something a dragon king should say?
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