Although I don't have a good impression of the Huang family, I have to admit that the old guy Huang Linggong's abilities are definitely not random.
The way he stepped on the Yu steps was extremely graceful, and the steps covered him with wind, moving like the eye of the wind.
As the spell in his hand turned far away, a hurricane like a shield formed around the thin figure, raising his entire aura to the top.
When the momentum rose to a certain level, the old man suddenly raised the long sword above his head, ejaculated, and recited a spell in a deep voice.
"The Patriarch of the Sanqing Dynasty is here, calling the jade girl, taking photos of ominous things, rock cracks on the mountain, wearing a seal... How can a god not subdue, and how can a ghost dare to be like this? Urgency is like a law and order!"
Compared with Master Mingtong's calm and peaceful chanting, Huang Linggong's mantra clearly had a more chilling tone. As the strong tone gradually became louder, the long sword in his hand actually buzzed and trembled, forming a series of blue arcs of electricity. "Zizi" flashed in front of my eyes.
"Hold the grass, Thunder Jue..."
Before I could wake up from the shock, I heard Huizhen unable to suppress his shocked roar. His expression was exaggerated, and the muscles on his big face were twitching randomly. He was obviously frightened by Huang Linggong's actions.
I was also shocked. The art of drawing thunder in Taoism is among the top skills. Although the thunder techniques circulated by different sects are not consistent, those who can draw thunder with bare hands are the real top cultivators in Taoism. .
This old boy is really worth it!
Just when our Hui Zhen was dumbfounded, the thunder arc on the edge of Huang Linggong's sword was also accelerating.
His beard and hair were all spread out, and his whole body was filled with a full and frightening aura. His face was terrifyingly ferocious. He roared in vain, soared into the sky, turned his long sword, and slashed down at the bronze coffin from a distance.
"cut!"
boom!
The thick blue lightning from the baby's arm fell vertically from the sky, like a thunder snake dancing wildly, and hit the shaking bronze coffin without any bias. In an instant, a dazzling bright light burst out, shaking Huizhen and I so hard that we couldn't open our eyes. My eyes felt dizzy, my eardrums were buzzing and hissing, and I was so frightened by the lightning that I sat down on the ground.
The thunder light illuminated everything, and at the same time, it also forcibly annihilated the evil spirit emanating from the copper coffin.
The tomb fell into deathly silence again, only the buzzing in my ears continued, constantly impacting my heart.
Even the Thunder Technique has been used, so it should be done, right?
I swallowed hard and fixed my gaze on the bronze coffin again. But just when I thought everything was over, a sharp and ear-piercing cry unexpectedly erupted from the depths of the strange bronze coffin.
ah--
It was as if ten thousand needles were piercing my brain at the same time. My eyeballs were bloodshot, and I instantly felt a strong swelling and pain in my brain.
When his eyes widened again, he realized that everything was not over. Instead, the base of the copper coffin buzzed again. As the runes flickered, a red-colored, tentacle-like thing came out in vain. Dense blood streaks stretched out from under the coffin, spreading crazily along the ground.
"coming!"
Huang Linggong roared in a low voice, biting the tip of his tongue, sprinkling a mouthful of blood on the long sword, and driving the sword edge to the ground.
On the long sword blessed by the essence and blood, a yin and yang fish swirl flashed rapidly, forming an invisible aura that intersected crazily with the diffracted blood lines, making a "puff puff" sound, like fried beans, corroding sound.
The ground also began to tremble, and I felt as if there was an earthquake under my feet, and a stream of Dao Senhan's evil energy continued to emanate from beneath the surface.
Those blood patterns were like small snakes, running wildly on the ground, constantly colliding with the yin and yang fish spinners.
I don't know whether it was intentional or unintentional, but Huang Linggong blocked most of the blood lines, except for the part that extended to my feet.
Soon these weird blood lines condensed and formed something like a tentacle, which immediately wrapped around my calf.
"Oops."
A sharp pain mixed with coldness made me shudder. These blood lines exuded an unimaginable evil and cold breath, which was seeping crazily into my body.
Just when my whole body was numb and stiff, and I didn't know how to deal with it, there was an explosion in my ears, "You evil beast, get out!"
A ray of scarlet light quickly broke through the air and hit the red "tentacle" as fast as a meteor.
The only feeling I felt was a chill in my calves. When I lowered my head and looked at it, the spreading blood lines had been nailed to the ground by a copper coin sword, twisting like a hemp rope.
Xuan Zhenzi rushed over, drew a talisman in the air, and pointed it at the copper coin sword. The end of the copper coin sword "buzzed" and trembled endlessly. The scarlet talisman spread, and he forcibly pushed away the blood streaks on the ground. .
The next second he turned over with a kite and flew over my head. He held the copper coin sword with one hand and shouted loudly,
"open!"
The copper coin sword penetrated three inches into the ground. At the same time, the talisman light emitted from the surface of the copper coin was also forced into the ground.
The scarlet talisman light surged, like a piece of red charcoal, and fell into an even crazier flicker.
I felt a surge of Yang Qi, which surged out of Xuan Zhenzi's body and merged into the runes on the surface.
The runes that had been dyed black flickered again, releasing a rune light that was even more dazzling than before. It spread piece by piece and forced a large amount of blood back into the bronze coffin.
The sound of Xuan Zhenzi's incantation was transmitted in the air like thunder. Master Mingtong's clasped hands were shaking violently. He also followed the frequency of his incantation and recited Buddhist scriptures crazily.
Together with the monk, the two thoughts did not reject each other, but instead formed a wonderful fusion reaction, crushing the violently shaking bronze coffin.
Looking at Huang Linggong again, this old boy is also stepping on the step mask that I can't understand. Strong winds spurt out with the step mask, picking up the wind and sand all over the ground, and like a tornado, it hits the bronze coffin like a tornado.
"Ah, ah..."
The screams under the copper coffin became extremely shrill, becoming more and more shrill and unpleasant.
But correspondingly, the three old men also showed ferocious and painful expressions on their faces.
The flickering talisman lights flashed everywhere, and the evil spirit deep in the copper coffin was temporarily suppressed, but it did not give up the impact, and still started an invisible collision with their telepathy.
Every time there was a collision, the copper coffin would tremble violently, and the faces of the three old men were twitching violently, and they were clenching their molars to hold on.
A large amount of cold sweat covered Xuan Zhenzi's forehead. He gritted his teeth, and even the voice of the mantra changed. Master Mingtong's rosy cheeks turned into overripe crabs, which looked like they were about to drip blood.
The most exaggerated one was Huang Linggong, this old boy's eyes almost bulged out.
I can't describe my feelings. The people who stay here, whether they are Xuan Zhenzi, Master Mingtong, or the hated Huang Linggong, these three people are all known as the top practitioners of Xuanmen, but the three of them work together There is still no way to completely suppress the anger under the bronze coffin.
One can imagine how terrifying that thing is.
Bang!
The stalemate lasted for less than ten seconds, when suddenly there was a dull explosion from the depths of the copper coffin. Even the coffin board weighing several tons began to beat violently, moved laterally, and was thrown away more than two meters.
As the lid of the copper coffin fell to the ground, Xuan Zhenzi, Master Mingtong and Huang Linggong also spurted out a mouthful of blood and fell to the ground with pale faces.
Xuan Zhenzi’s eyes were like lightning, and he shouted to me as he landed,
"Zhou Xuan, the time has come. While its soul is severely damaged by us, hurry up and stuff the demon fetus into the copper coffin. Quick!"
