Du Yeqing only touched the tip of his finger, and the deep black and purple light circulated, causing the five ghosts to suddenly freeze in mid-air.
The scrolls spread out on the table rustled automatically without any wind.
She looked calm and clear, but there seemed to be a ferocious and roaring grimace hidden under her skin.
"I originally thought that with the Soul Flag suppressed, nothing could go wrong within ten thousand years, but unexpectedly something like that happened to Qianlong Feiyu."
Cut off the dragon's head, sacrifice in a large array, and obtain Taoist soldiers.
It was a good plan, but I didn’t expect that the Blood Soul Banner would have its owner that day.
Du Yeqing sighed softly. The five ghosts in front of her were tightly bound by the black and purple rune chains, twisted into the ghost body, and became slaves. Then they quietly blended into the void and escaped to the distance as she wished, serving as her eyes and ears.
After this, her face became a little pale, and she looked as clear as cold jade.
"Qinghe Gu family, huh..."
The mark on the back of Du Yeqing's neck glowed brightly, and the top was inlaid with bright pearls, bringing out her dark shadow hanging on the stone wall of the cave, like spikes, with wings covering her back.
…
Cangshan Mountain is covered with snow, and landslides and waves surge.
Four extraordinary dharma bodies are mixed together, with brilliant aura and magical powers.
Pei Xihe is a third-level celestial being, and his magical power is far superior to that of his peers. Then, with the blessing of the dharma body, he transformed into a true dragon for the first time, and now he is even more majestic.
The true body of Dharma held a huge sky-light blade and slashed it down with one strike. The mystery of the "Shang Yiyuan Sword" was all in it, making it impossible for Gu Zishang's gluttonous Dharma body to avoid it.
Eight rays of ink dragon luster surged up together, like maggots attached to the bones. The evil energy rolled around, but all of them were dissolved, turned into their own strength, and even more entangled.
Gu Zishang showed fear and surprise, while Pei Xihe secretly praised him.
The True Dragon's magical power is based on the theory of "spirits", which divides everything in the world into its simplest form. No matter how weird and pure Gu Zishang's evil magic power is, it is also composed of countless tiny "spirits" .
This is why "Mysterious Dragon Fusion Technique" can restrain most of the divine passage techniques in the world!
Pei Xihe gained some chance of winning with one blow. Song Qingge was overjoyed, thinking that he only had the wrong name, not the wrong nickname, Zhao Da Dark Horse!
She made secrets with her hands and recited the mantra, and then she merged with the woman's dharma body. "Bingtang" and "Hawthorn" also flew into the two-color long sword held by the dharma body.
"Twins of ice and flame, yin and yang reversed."
The chanting sound is low, the Dharma body swings the sword, it is mysterious and natural, and the sky is filled with snow.
Taoism and magical power are all integrated into this sword. Every snow speck is dyed with red flames, turning into flying swords that fill the sky, and kill the Taotie Dharmakaya!
Even though the male cultivator had lost his mind, he could still see that this was the best time.
Gu Zishang was shocked by the tyranny of the Heaven Fusion Technique. One-third of the sheep body transformed from white bones was melted by the wandering dragon Mo Mang, and he was still trying his best to deal with it at this moment.
The male cultivator slashed his forehead and took three drops of essence and blood as a sacrifice. The body of the gun-wielding dharma was stained with blood, and the ferocity rose to the sky, like a warrior god who was breaking the army, coming to kill brazenly!
Gu Zishang's head hanging in the air was filled with blood, his eyes were shaking, and his heart was horrified.
However, the golden flames were rolling, the swords were slashing, the swords were flying in the sky, and the spears were stabbing. With one against three, it was really difficult for him to break out.
Bang!
The world was silent, and suddenly there was an explosion.
The sky was stained with blood, and the broken bones fell into the snow-covered mountains.
"hiss."
Song Qingge's eyes widened, and his heart became even colder.
Dharma bodies like theirs are all the pure energy that first transformed from the fairyland, and then integrated with the magic power of the whole body to shape the prototype, continue to cultivate, and then select the rare treasures of heaven and earth to forge its divine power.
And this Gu Zishang's dharma body was actually made of bones!
These scattered and fallen bones mean how many living beings have become his cultivation material?
Pei Xihe's eyes were filled with coldness as he transformed into Dharmakaya.
She pinched the fingers of her right hand, activated the magic formula, and opened a sky-fire pupil between her eyebrows.
"Burn."
As soon as the mantra was settled, a large scorching flame burst out from his pupils, like falling fire and falling stars, falling on the ground, melting the cold snow, and burning all the bones into nothingness, allowing the remaining resentful souls to transcend.
Taotie's Dharma Body was broken and immediately lost its power. The bones she originally constructed were no longer as tough and extraordinary as they were at first, and were invulnerable to water and fire. Therefore, she used 10% or 20% of her magic power to accomplish this.
"call."
The male cultivator gasped for air, his eyes were blank and sad, and he hurriedly fell into a place to gather the bones of the Taoist companion.
Song Qingge also put away his Dharma body and landed beside Pei Xihe, smiling and saying.
"Fellow Daoist Zhao, you are really like this."
She gave a thumbs up, smiled warmly, and then suddenly frowned.
"Now that the three of us are actually killing this beast together, how should we divide the five hundred thousand immortal crystals?"
Pei Xihe's eyes remained unchanged, and the corners of his lips curled up into a smile.
"No, it's you and me."
A bright white moon was hanging behind her. It turned out that the previous battle was completed and had not been absorbed into the body.
The clear brilliance was like cold jade, turning into a long white chain, quickly rushing towards the male figure, but in just a moment, it was tightly bound and suppressed the magic power.
Although this person is in the seventh realm, he used secret techniques to kill the enemy before, which caused great losses, so he can't escape easily this time.
"Fellow Taoist, what do you want to do?"
Pei Xihe's golden eyes were as heavy as the winter ice, and he could feel the coldness.
"What are you pretending to be? Taking advantage of this male cultivator's heart to grieve and his soul to be unstable, your remnant soul stole into it with the intention of seizing his body."
"Gu Zishang."
She had already learned about the evil cultivator's methods when she killed Mu Sheng, who specialized in ghosts, in the Holy Demon Realm. How could she not make preparations?
This kind of demonic power can detect the subtleties, discern the authenticity, and be able to detect the strange fluctuations in the soul at that moment.
Gu Zishang felt that he was outmatched and reached a deadlock, so he drained 70% of the magic power from his body, gave up his flesh and blood body, split his soul, and pretended to be dead.
And he had used the "blood exchange" technique earlier, which was about to eliminate the imprint of Gu's bloodline and soul. In this way, if he swallowed the soul of this male cultivator, he could use this body to truly break free from the shackles of bloodline.
A good deal of planning.
The male Xiu suddenly turned his eyes blood red and looked directly at Pei Xihe.
"What a little lady, so sharp."
This male cultivator was born rugged and had a heroic appearance, but at this moment he was smiling in a cold and evil way.
Song Qingge was shocked. If he really got through, the situation would naturally become even more unbearable.
He thought to himself that it would be better to ask fellow Taoist Zhao to accompany him through this, otherwise he would be unable to survive alone.
The "male cultivator" was bound by Qingyue's chain, tilted his head slightly, and did not look at all in a hurry.
"So, are you going to kill me? Now that I am half-deprived of this body, if I die, I will drag this male cultivator with me to be buried with me? Didn't you come from the same place? I heard what this male cultivator and his Taoist companion said earlier. It seems that he was born in Jingji Academy?"
Song Qingge's heart froze. Jingji and Taixue were both in the two great palaces of the royal city. If this man was to die, I'm afraid it would cause an ugly scene and inevitably increase friction.
Just as she was about to say something, take this person back to the royal city and hand it over to the academic officer, she saw 'Zhao Fuxi' take a step forward and sneered.
"Do you really think you have a chance to win?"
Pei Xihe's eyes were filled with a strange luster, causing this man to have distracting thoughts and three corpses causing trouble.
Then she raised her right hand, and the three-color halos on her fingertips flickered, intertwined into lines, and suddenly poured into the male cultivator's Niwan palace.
Seven emotions and six desires, the inner demon thread!
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At the end of the month, the last month of this book’s list, due to the lack of full attendance on the female channel, if you rely on your subscription results...
Before, my mentality was very contradictory. On the one hand, I wanted to stop the loss in time, but on the other hand, I was really unwilling to give in. It was like receiving a red envelope during the New Year. I said I didn't want it, but I had already opened all the pockets with my hands, and winked at my relatives crazily.
This is the complex nature of human nature. One moment, one may be very Buddhist, and the next moment, one may be strong-willed.
I used to always wonder why other people's subscription scores were so good, and I felt that I wasn't that bad. Would it be better if I coded more?
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I have been writing for more than a year, and my results are good, but to be honest, they are lower than expected. After all, who insists on doing something without being a little ambitious?
I still updated a lot in March, and I wanted to give it a last try, but it was just like that, and I was really sad. Based on the spirit of contract, this book will never be a scam.
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