Amidst Zhang Yuanqing's loud shouts, a frighteningly strong and cold aura surged from the Tianji Tower, as if breath coming from the depths of hell, quickly polluting this majestic tall building.
Being on the eighth floor, he was the first to be hit by the expanding and raging Yin energy. In an instant, he felt that the power of Taiyin in his body was violent and out of control, just like when he was stared at by the Demon Eye King's forehead.
His skin color began to turn pale, bloodshot eyes welled up, the rationality in his eyes faded, and bloodthirsty cruelty emerged. He, like the disciples in the building, was transforming into an Inferi due to the riot of the power of the twelfth. .
The next second, the strong and domineering divine power of the sun came out of the body, suppressing the Yin Qi and curbing the changes in the body.
Zhang Yuanqing quickly flew out of the Tianji Tower and fled into the air. He saw the entire Tianji Tower shaking violently, like a building shaking in an earthquake, crumbling and on the verge of collapse. All the candlelights in the building swayed and turned into green will-o'-the-wisps.
The originally brightly lit high-rise building turned into a ghost building in the dark night, emitting a creepy light, and the disciples in the building, whether they were awake or sleeping, whether they were extraordinary or saints, were all under the cold aura. During the erosion, it is transformed into negative matter.
Their consciousness disappeared in an instant, and a beast-like "ho-ho" sound came out of their throats. The reason in their eyes faded away, leaving only pure brutality and bloodthirsty.
"Open!" Zhang Yuanqing couldn't help but swear.
His guess was correct. The Imperial Master was refining the Yin Corpse, not trying to refine himself into a ninth-level Yin creature. According to his experience just now, the Imperial Master was currently in a weak ninth-level state, surpassing the peak of the eighth-level, but not really promoted. Level 9, this is because the competition for dragon energy failed, and there was no choice but to pass the level in advance.
"Buzz buzz!"
A noise like a helicopter propeller came, and the bee girl Madoka, who was known for her speed, came first. Although she had been promoted to a "filthy spirit", she was still used to using her Gu body to rush.
The advantage of the Gu body will not disappear due to the promotion to the master. Then a burst of fire came quickly and exploded outside the Tianji Tower, and the dark red haired and burly Gang Leader Duan appeared.
His body was stained with blood, and the injuries he suffered were not serious. The master-level Inferi he fought with had been turned into charcoal in the scorching flames.
Finally, there was the palace owner in a red dress, stepping on a piece of silk silk and sliding over the sky.
The three masters stood side by side with Zhang Yuanqing, floating in the air and looking at the entire high-rise building in the Tianji Tower, which seemed to have been added with horror special effects and emitted green light, exuding an evil and terrifying atmosphere, like a high-rise building in the underworld appearing in the human world.
Zhang Yuanqing said in a deep voice, "As I expected, the National Master turned himself into a ghost in order to reach the Grand Master realm. Although the plan has been ruined by me, he still has half a foot in the Grand Master realm."
This is mainly for Gang Leader Duan. This common man does not understand the concept of weak ninth level, but he can understand it in a matter of seconds as a half-step master.
Leader Duan was shocked, but what shocked him even more was the emperor beside him. He looked up and down and said in disbelief, "Is Wang Beiwang telling the truth?"
Wang Beiwang had told him that His Majesty the Emperor was as talented as a monster, so he was jealous of God. He was afraid that his shocking cultivation would be sealed, so he became disheartened, indulged in wine and sex, and lived decadently.
Gang Leader Duan and Elder Xu didn't believe it at all, thinking that this was Zhao Shunzhou's deceptive words.
There are many similar things in history. Many heroes will tell themselves some horrifying legends before they rise up to shock people, such as killing the white snake, proclaiming themselves a heavenly master, etc.
Unexpectedly, what Zhao Shun said was actually the truth. The fact that he had become a master was in front of him, and he couldn't help but not believe it.
"You have nothing to say." Zhang Yuanqing stood with his hands behind his hands. "Emperors have always been emperors in ancient times, but Zheng is a human king and is feared by heaven."
The gang leader was greatly shocked, and then looked at Madoka and the palace master. Surprised and confused, "Are you two also human kings?"
Madoka and the palace master were still ashamed and did not talk to each other.
At this time, the four of them felt a chill in their hearts, as if they were being watched by a terrifying creature. The hairs on their bodies stood up, and a chill ran down their spines.
In the Tianji Tower where the will-o'-the-wisps were dreaming, a deep darkness suddenly surged out. In an instant, Zhang Yuanqing and others' eyes were filled with darkness and deathly silence.
No sound could be heard, and even the stars in the sky disappeared. Zhang Yuanqing had encountered a similar situation before, when he was pulled into the hidden realm by Lingtuo during his trip to the capital.
He used the "Sun Rise" skill without hesitation, condensing the power of the sun above his head to form a condensed miniature sun.
The golden light breaks through the darkness, dispelling the hidden realm and allowing the real world to return.
At the same time, the palace master's cry came to my ears: "Your Majesty, be careful behind you."
A tall and burly black shadow appeared behind him, with shiny black claws piercing his back.
Zhang Yuanqingran quickly opened the inventory and took out the five-clawed golden dragon and purple thunder shield.
Because there was no time to wear the "Craftsman's Ring", the five-clawed golden dragon transformed into a dragon shape and fell to the street below, making a deafening snoring sound.
Purple Thunder Shield faced the ghostly claw attack alone.
"Slightly squeak!"
Amidst the heart-wrenching sound of metal twisting, the gleaming black claws pierced the thunder shield and inserted into Zhang Yuanqing's chest and abdomen. The props gave the knife a chance to breathe. Zhang Yuanqing's right hand condensed a golden wound, and he stabbed into the tall black figure with his backhand. Chest.
Only then did he see the true face of the tall black figure.
This is a human body wearing a kiln Taoist robe, with dry grass-like white hair hanging loosely on top of its head. First, there lies a jade-like Pixiu.
Its skin is dark black and keratinized, its two eyeballs are green, its white fangs protrude from its lips, and there is a thick, mist-like Yin Qi surrounding its body.
The face light pierced the opponent's chest like a red-hot iron soaked in molten iron, making an explosion of "chichi" and bursts of illusory black smoke rising.
And the ice on Zhang Yuanqing's chest condensed with yin energy, invading his body and freezing his vitality.
"Zhao Shun, you ruined my life and forced me to leave the seclusion early. There is no hope of being promoted to Grand Master. Today, I will use your life and the life of the people in the city to atone for your sins." The Imperial Master spoke human words, and his voice was no longer ethereal and majestic, but full of phlegm. Hoarseness of throat.
"Ouch!"
The five-clawed golden dragon was finally awakened by its master, raised its neck toward the sky, and opened its mouth toward the two people, spraying pure essence from the ink jade Pixiu on top of Yang Yanshi's head.
The cyclone was rolling, and the fierce and domineering Yang Yan was instantly sucked into the mouth of Pi Xiu. A dark golden light lit up the belly of the dark jade Pi Xiu, which seemed to expand, and was refined into nothingness in the next second.
The five-clawed golden dragon's big eyes bulged outwards, as if he was shocked.
"boom!
Zhang Yuanqing jumped on the Imperial Master's chest and kicked away the sharp claws that were stabbing his chest.
He immediately switched to mount mode and fled out of the city on the five-clawed golden dragon, saying loudly, "Follow me."
Xiao Yuan, Palace Master and Gang Leader Duan understood the situation and chased him towards the outside of the city.
The dominance-level battlefield cannot be in the inner city, as this will involve too many ordinary people.
Now that the battle has just begun, both sides have not yet tried their best. Once they kill each other, they will not care about the people in the city.
Although most of the sword spirits in the dungeon will be refreshed, but now that the capital has been destroyed, what will happen next?
The Imperial Preceptor stood motionless in mid-air, his voice hoarse and terrifying: "Zhao Shun, if you dare to escape, I will turn the capital into a ghost town."
Zhang Yuanqing let out a "squirt", took out the accompanying spirit moon and said loudly: "Old thief, I have a treasure that can help you advance to the realm of Grand Master. If you have the ability, come and get it."
The green eyes of the Imperial Master shrank, revealing a greedy look. He had an instinctive desire for the treasure in Zhao Shun's hand. No yin creature could refuse the companion spirit creature of the origin of Taiyin.
He turned into a streak of black smoke, seemingly taking his time but actually chasing after him quickly. The two sides chased each other, and soon they arrived outside the city and headed south until the outline of the city wall was at the end of the horizon. Only then did Zhang Yuanqing stop, turned around and saw that The figure of the national master was missing.
He opened the inventory, summoned the Windbreaker Gloves, and felt the airflow around him. Although night travel could cover up the breath and movement, it could not make the body disappear.
However, Zhang Yuanqing did not find the national master from the feedback of the air flow.
A more advanced secret than a night tour?
A two-meter-tall yin object appeared, less than ten meters away from Zhang Yuanqing.
The strong Yin Qi took the opportunity to rush in and wrap him up.
Thousands of silk ribbons flew out from the palace master's skirt in the distance, and she reached to the other side of the Imperial Master with her teeth and claws. Xiao Yuan's hands flicked in the void and transformed into an illusory Dharma table. The table was brightly lit with red candles, and there were talismans, scarecrows, Silver needles, copper coins, incense ash and other items. She grabbed the scarecrow and muttered something.
The scarecrow's face was distorted, turning into a dark creature with black and white skin and haggard hair. It was clearly the handicraft of a national master.
The little finger picked up the incense and ashes and smeared it on the scarecrow's face. A thick black liquid flowed from the head of the Imperial Master in the distance, full of filth and evil.
His whole body was frozen like a malfunctioning machine, and the red thread took the opportunity to wrap around him, tightly wrapping the green thread around him and tying him into a rice dumpling.
Duan Bangsheng ran wildly in the air, his whole body ignited with flames that were comparable to a falling meteor, and he quickly approached the Imperial Master. The flames erupted from his right palm and formed into a real flaming sword.
Gang leader Duan jumped up and spun his body with his sword, slashing at Yin Wu's head.
The Pixiu on top of the Imperial Master's head once again swelled its belly and opened its dark mouth.
The flaming knife in Gang Leader Duan's hand instantly disintegrated into a stream of red light and was sucked into Pixiu's mouth. The filthy spiritual power poured on the Imperial Master was also taken away.
The red threads of the Imperial Master's arms were shattered inch by inch, and his gleaming black claws were swept upwards towards the sky, and Gang Leader Duan's right arm was broken at shoulder level.
He resisted the severe pain and fought back, and with a roar the Vulcan flew backwards. His chest was sunken and his abdomen was cut open by Ligua, and his intestines were hanging down.
The fire master who was good at close combat was defeated instantly.
At this time, the broken red line was like going back in time and returning to the state where it had not attacked the Imperial Master before. It wrapped around Gang Leader Duan's broken arm like a tentacle. A burst of red light flashed. Gang Leader Duan suddenly found that he had a connection with the broken arm. The arm seemed to be still hanging on his body. .
Siming's rebirth skill can make tangible objects. Get a new life.
Gang Leader Duan gave a sharp look and detonated the arm!
The deafening sound of the explosion and the expanding fire swallowed up the national division.
Pixiu's belly swelled again, and he opened his mouth to swallow up the swelling fire. Seeing this scene, not to mention Gang Leader Duan, Zhang Yuanqing and the other three felt discouraged.
The miniature sun rose again, creating a field that excluded all spiritual power to prevent the national master from secretly attacking.
Zhang Yuanqing returned to his teammates and said in a deep voice, "Get rid of the Pixiu on his head first, otherwise he won't be able to beat him."
Although he still has a bunch of props and sets that he hasn't used yet, the usefulness of those props is limited if he doesn't dispose of them.
The palace master took out the demon refining pot, rubbed the body of the pot, and poured in the concentrated life source liquid to heal Gang Leader Duan's injuries.
Gang leader Duan said in a deep voice, "That Pixiu is a magic weapon. It has the power of refining. Any spiritual power can be easily refined."
Zhang Yuanqing ignored the palace master and whispered: "The earth monster profession, a master-level skill, is also called decomposition."
A weird profession? No wonder it’s so difficult to deal with.
Zhang Yuanqing asked hurriedly, "How to deal with it?"
He knew a lot of dominant-level monsters, but he had never fought with them.
As he spoke, the Imperial Master rushed forward again with his Yin Qi. With his half-step Grand Master level, he could still hold back these Grandmaster-level enemies even without launching a night attack.
The four people ran away quickly, and the palace owner said very quickly, "Grab it."
"Don't be ridiculous." Zhang Yuanqing immediately objected.
The national master is already weak at the ninth level, and there is also a Pixiu that can swallow spiritual power. Even the leader of Duan Gang can't withstand the opponent's three moves, how can he rob him!
Besides, Pixiu is obviously a spiritual prop, not a dead thing, so it’s not easy to steal.
"Otherwise, what else can we do?" the palace master said angrily: "I'm not a bachelor. If Xiahou Aotian is here, I might be able to find a way to restrain myself."
Zhang Yuanqing's heart moved, and he suddenly noticed. He quickly opened the gang warehouse and took out a pair of black-rimmed glasses.
