Floor-to-ceiling shop on the fifth floor. Sitting area for single-room guests
He sat cross-legged on the food table with his head lowered, his face covered by his hood, his hair flowing down his chest, and he tapped the blood-red object in his hand with a mallet. If he looked closer, he would see something. You will know that the wooden fish is made of two pieces of skull, and the mallet is also a polished arm bone.
Wow, the frost blowing in from the darkness broke through all obstacles. This soul-destroying move formed by the fusion of pure Yin power and soul power suppressed it, and the entire rest area was shaken.
The cloaked man's hand that knocked on the wooden fish paused for a moment, then bang, there was a heavy sound, and the invisible sound waves hit the frost that was so close. He smiled at the corner of his mouth, "I allowed you to escape more than thirty years ago, and today you have another chance." Delivered to your door.”
She walked step by step through the dazzling frost, as indifferent as a god or demon, "It was you who finally ran into my hand."
Zhan Changfeng was terrifyingly calm, and there were many meanings in his words.
After she left China as a teenager, she changed her appearance many times and hid her name as "Yi Zhan". To this day, only a few people know that she was born as the crown prince of the Yin Dynasty in China.
This person can reveal her origins, either he has been monitoring her, or he has been monitoring Shenzhou and Zangyunjian, and he has found out her background from various clues.
Secondly, today's appearance should not be for her, but for another purpose.
But no matter what his purpose was, she was determined not to let him leave alive.
The long sword drew out the light, and the power of the wasted life silenced the sound of the wooden fish, and struck him head-on.
The cloaked man was about to move, but his soul felt like it was falling into the abyss, trapped by mountains. His expression turned cold, and he used his magical power to escape from the golden cicada's shell. Wow, shreds of paper flew into the air.
At the critical moment, he replaced himself with a paper man, and his body exploded back a hundred feet, laughing against the wall, "Hahaha, what a pity."
"It would have been great if I had turned you into a corpse." He raised his scarlet lips, and there seemed to be thousands of threads on his hands. With a light pull, two Shinto priests jumped out, attacking one from the left and the other from the right. Zhan Changfeng.
Zhan Changfeng used the eyes of true knowledge to see into their insides and outsides, and a hint of anger flashed across his eyes.
Yanjia usually refers to machines made of wood and stone, but along the way, there is also a kind of evil art that uses the soul of a living person to make a puppet - corpse corpse.
This technique erases the memory and intelligence of the original owner, traps their soul in the body, retains most of the original owner's strength, and controls them like puppets.
However, compared to this method, there is a more cruel and inhumane form of control, which is to only erase the memory, retain the intelligence, and tame them into slaves who are loyal to the caster wholeheartedly!
There is no doubt that these two magical priests are alive, but their souls are wrapped with countless thin threads. They are controlled by the cloaked man. Their sanity seems to be intact, but they look at the cloaked man with pathological admiration and humility.
She originally thought that using his soul to refine the soul stone and raise a soul slave was already a "smart trick", but he actually made such a mutilated corpse!
A real living corpse!
"Such a good skin makes him worthy of becoming a master."
"If you attack the master, you will not know whether to live or die!"
Qian Dao was holding a black sword, and Kun Dao was holding a white sword. The two monks used dual sword techniques. Their moves were as one, and they cooperated very well. Their spiritual skills in the supernatural realm were fully revealed, but their mental state was full of flaws.
Zhan Changfeng's sword was like a mirror for all eternity, and he swept them both into the world of mortals. Just as he was about to wipe them out with another sword, the man in the cloak moved his fingers, controlling their bodies to attack her.
Every move of the two of them was actually under his control, and their combat power and tactics did not diminish but became stronger.
The two people with dull expressions are agile and full of strength, Qiang! The two swords of black and white intersect and emit a soul-soothing chant, tearing the space apart like scissors. The broken space fragments collapse towards Zhan Changfeng, blowing out a hurricane.
Zhan Changfeng sacrificed himself to the Tongshi Lingshan Mountain and completely suppressed the space here. Before the cloaked man could move, the merchant ship's defense activated itself, and the surrounding walls instantly thickened several meters. The phantom formation, the trapping formation, and the killing formation successively attacked them. Attack.
"This ship is moving forward at an extremely high speed. Even if the True Lord is thrown out, he will be seriously injured and dying. Do you want to fight me to the death here?" The cloaked man held the wooden fish in his hand and said with a ferocious smile, "Okay, let's take a look. Who dies first."
He commanded two Taoists to hold up the Tongshi Lingshan Mountain, bit the tip of his tongue, and spurted out a mouthful of blood at the wooden fish in front of him. Suddenly the wooden fish glowed red, and millions of ten thousand-year-old ghosts flew out from the two skulls, breaking the illusory formation. Killing array!
Zhan Changfeng had no taboos in the defensive formation of the merchant ship. He held the Tongshi Lingshan Mountain and put the two mutilated corpses into the mountain. However, his eyes paused on the fierce ghosts in the formation. How could she detect the aura of the ancient battlefield of Xiaoshengjie?
After a casual calculation, it turned out that they were really ghosts and ghosts on the ancient battlefield.
No wonder, those soul slaves with the strength of the life and death realm must be refined with these ten thousand-year-old ghosts.
But that's not right. It is said that the fierce ghosts in the ancient battlefield were taken away by some "dark world" in several batches during the past three thousand years. Looking at the cloaked man in the supernatural realm, it is impossible for him to be three thousand years old.
And the evil ghosts he released are probably not even one percent of the evil ghosts that disappeared.
There must be someone behind him.
Furthermore, this method of cutting off the connection between space and avenue is very similar to the method used by the group to deal with her. If he is from the "Black World", what is the relationship between the Black World and Nirvana, are they one? cooperate?
The power of the Nirvana Society was beyond imagination, and she doubted whether the statement that the Nirvana Society had been uprooted in the world of mountains and seas was true.
Is the monk disguised as Lord Rundan who was killed by the Supreme Elder of Shennongmen really the messenger of the Nirvana Society?
And why did this cloaked man, who was unknown to him, attack her when she was young?
A cloud of fog hung in her heart, and even with Zhenjun's cultivation, she could not feel at ease.
Yes, how could she have forgotten that from the moment Yi Changsheng was taken away, she lost all means of escape, and from then on she did her best not to serve the world, but to fulfill herself.
In her eyes was the cold and desolate abyss, the source of darkness. However, her darkness was not mixed with any malice, only the endless depth and the terror that drowned the soul. The soul power exploded, and the sword light that destroyed the world covered everything. The evil ghosts screamed and were eliminated.
The cloaked man's expression suddenly changed, and he tried his best to move the wooden fish to resist the blow of the annihilating soul. He held a mallet in his other hand and struck the wall behind him, hoping to break it and call for help from his companions on the upper floors.
He has already lost if he even thinks about running away.
Click, a crack appeared on the wooden fish.
"Go!" He pulled out two more corpses with magical powers, and at the same time smashed the defensive barrier on the wall with a few blows of the mallet. The gravel and wood chips flew, cracking, revealing a hole as big as a bowl, and a terrible airflow poured in. Blow the magical power of corpse-shattering and Zhan Changfeng several feet away.
Zhan Changfeng held the Tongshi Lingshan Mountain and directly crushed the two supernatural corpses into bloody foam. He instantly appeared next to the cloaked man who had half crawled out of the hole. He raised his sword and threw him to the ground.
