The dragon spear in the sky tried to rush down several times, but was blocked by the great monk.
Dragon Spear was furious and asked the great monk.
"Bald Donkey, why are you fighting with me here? How long can you hold on with your thin soul? You don't want to be reincarnated!"
The great monk said: "Amitabha, this poor monk has a request from Tan Yue below. In order to save her life, my soul is not worth mentioning."
Dragon Spear dismissed it and said, "What do you want from her? You give her to me and I'll take care of it for you. How about that?"
Great Monk: "Amitabha, the donor doesn't have to worry about me. Only she can do this! And based on your words and deeds, the poor monk, you shouldn't be able to kill anyone in this ruins. Why do you have to kill that female Tan Yue now?"
"He has Liu Zhengxia's spiritual power fluctuations in his body. If Liu Zhengxia hadn't beaten me seriously and thrown me to the bottom of the sea, I wouldn't have had my spine dug out and forged into a weapon! Everyone who is close to Liu Zhengxia will die!"
"There is an injustice and a debtor. If you really want to take revenge, go to Liu Zhengxia. How can you vent your anger on others?"
"I am just a weapon. I can do whatever I want. I don't have the compassionate thoughts of your monks. Great monk, if you don't get out of the way, I will break all your bones!"
"The donor does not need to threaten the poor monk. The poor monk has already made it clear that as long as you step on the bones of the poor monk, the poor monk will naturally have nothing to do with you."
"Okay! Okay! Okay! Don't you want to risk your life? I'll play with you!"
The blood mist of the dragon gun deepened, and it hit the great monk's head with the turbulent sea water. The great monk could not dodge, so he could only raise the nine-ringed tin staff and hit it hard.
Boring, banging, banging!
The huge sound spread in all directions along with the turbulent water flow. Yang Zhao was shaken to the point of being unable to stand and was almost swept away by the water flow.
While the two were fighting fiercely, the great monk's whisper suddenly came to Yang Zhao's ears.
"Tan Yue, the poor monk has been dead for hundreds of years, and there is nothing left in the incense. He has not converted to the ghost path, and his cultivation level is not even half a point. Against this dragon spear, it is okay for a short time, but over time, the poor monk will definitely not be able to win. He, Tan Yue, you should make plans early and leave the ruins as soon as possible."
Yang Zhao was a little frightened when she heard this. She took a deep breath to calm down, lowered her head and murmured to herself.
"Master, I could have gone out after breaking the talisman, but I don't know what method the dragon gun used to affect the surrounding space. I broke the talisman but couldn't get out."
The great monk: "That's easy. The poor monk will cast a spell later and suppress it here. You can just run away. After running a certain distance, the broken spell will naturally send you out. But my soul is thin, so I can suppress it." It won’t be long, you have to hurry up.”
Yang Zhao: "Master, don't worry, I understand. But what will you do if I run away?"
"Don't worry, Tan Yue. I'm just stalling for some time with you. I can retreat as soon as you leave. Those foundation-building monks are eyeing it below and want to conquer it. They will naturally surround me as soon as I retreat."
Yang Zhao looked at the group of foundation-building monks next to him. The fighting in the sky attracted more and more foundation-building monks. Now there were more than thirty people standing there.
A group of people were whispering there, eager to try.
Yang Zhao quickly took out a Bigu Pill and stuffed it into his mouth, just in case of emergency.
She had been running away for a long time and was already hungry.
"Master, follow me out of the ruins. I will find a way to send you back to your hometown."
"No need. The poor monk has been here for hundreds of years and has long been used to it. It's important for Tan Yue to run for his life." There was a touch of melancholy in the great monk's voice.
Yang Zhao gritted his teeth and nodded fiercely.
"I understand, please wait for me for a while. You can't follow me out. I will ask someone to take you out. I will definitely let you return to your roots."
She jogged all the way to the pile of foundation-building monks.
"Senior Sheng, I have some things I want to discuss with you alone. Can I talk in private?"
The people next to them immediately turned their attention to the two of them, as if they were watching a good show.
Sheng Tsuji raised his eyebrows, lowered his head and said a few words to the person next to him, then followed Yang Zhao and walked away.
He took out a small charm from his sleeve and struck it with spiritual power, emitting a faint green light.
"This is a silencing spell. You can say whatever you want."
Yang Zhao: "I want to give you money to ask you to take the senior in the sky out when you leave the ruins."
"Oh? He has been dead here for hundreds of years. Most undead souls are too reluctant to leave their burial place. Did you get the consent of your seniors for this plan?"
"Senior, he is willing. He and I are of the same race, and it is our tradition for fallen leaves to return to their roots."
Sheng Tsuji nodded slightly: "This is not difficult. How much silver do you want to come up with?"
"It depends on what you mean, I have no objection."
Sheng Tsuji thought for a moment: "Two hundred taels of silver!"
"OK!"
Yang Zhao reached out to dig into her pocket, but Sheng Tsuji quickly stopped her.
"You can pay the money after I take him out."
Yang Zhao did not put down his hand, but poured out five or six gold leaves and handed them over.
"Senior Sheng, this counts as a deposit. I feel at ease if you accept it."
Shengtsuji chuckled and took the gold leaves: "Okay, I'll reassure you."
Yang Zhao bowed deeply: "Senior Sheng, I'm begging you."
Sheng Tsuji hid aside: "No need to be polite, you provide money and I will do the work, as it should be."
The two said goodbye to each other, and Moratsuji turned around and went back.
"Thank you Tan Yue for planning for the poor monk."
"Master, you saved my life and I really deserve your thanks."
The great monk said: "Tan Yue, be careful, the poor monk is about to cast a spell to trap the dragon spear."
Yang Zhao raised his head and saw that the great monk's body was covered with golden light, his flesh and blood gradually disappeared, and the remaining pale skeleton inside was transformed into gold by the golden light.
The people below saw this change and started talking a lot.
"The one above doesn't look like a ghost cultivator. Is his soul about to disperse?"
"I thought he was going to compete for the Dragon Sensing Spear. It's okay, okay."
"Stop saying sarcastic words. What good will it do to you if you anger him?"
…
In mid-air, the great monk lifted the dragon spear far away with a tin stick, pinched the Buddha's fingers with one hand, and began to recite a mantra.
"Om, ma, ni, ba, mi, hum."
I saw one of his hand bones suddenly broken, carrying golden light flying outward.
The hand bones grew bigger and bigger, covering the face
Dragon Spear.
The dragon spear was tumbling up and down, trying to throw out the huge hand bone.
But the hand bones seemed to have taken root, clinging to his body.
Moreover, the hand bones are still getting bigger and heavier.
The dragon spear simply transformed into a dragon body, trying to open the hand bones, but it was in vain and there was nothing that could be done.
Seeing this, Yang Zhao raised his spiritual power and used his light body technique to run away.
"Bald donkey! Let me go!"
The great monk did not say much and recited the six-character Great Ming Dharani.
This hand bone has become as big as a small mountain, and the huge weight makes the dragon gun slowly fall down, and the speed is getting faster and faster.
Boom!
A hill fell from the sky to the ground, trapping the dragon gun underneath.
There are six big characters faintly floating on the hill.
Om, ma, ni, ba, mi, hum.
The dragon gun kept shaking its head and tail inside, trying to break free, but the bones in its hand were as heavy as a mountain, and it couldn't move even if it exhausted all its strength.
It didn't give up, and instantly restored the gun body, trying to take the opportunity to slip out, but who knew that the hill formed by the hand bones seemed to grow in its flesh, and as it became smaller, it instantly filled the gap, and it took no time at all. Not left for him.
Since then, it has been unable to move.
"You bald donkey, how long can you hold me down with just a dead soul like you? Wait until I come out and your soul will be gone, and you won't be able to reincarnate again!"
No matter how loud the dragon gun shouted below, the great monk just ignored it.
Finally, he muttered the six-character mantra and applied magic power to the hill.
Seeing the rapidly changing battle situation, the foundation-building monks shook their heads in admiration.
"It's such a good spell. No wonder the woman ran away early."
"Does anyone know what kind of spell this is?"
"I don't know, but this spell is so powerful, it should be very famous!"
"Do you think I can buy this spell back if I spend some money?"
"The senior above is a dead soul, and I don't think he can use the money."
"This dragon spear has met its match!"
…
Although these foundation-building monks appreciate this spell, they are not optimistic about the skeleton in the sky, because the skeleton visible to the naked eye continues to struggle with the dragon gun, and the golden light on its body is slowly fading.
It is estimated that before long, the soul power on the skeleton will no longer be able to support this spell, and then it will be time for the Dragon Spear to escape the trap.
However, after such a long period of fighting, the dragon gun must have consumed a lot of spiritual power. After it comes out, there will be more possibilities to conquer it.
Everyone was gearing up and waiting for that moment.
Sheng Tsuji next to him frowned slightly. He accepted Yang Zhao's deposit and wanted to take the bones out. But now a hand bone is missing. If something is missing in the end, should he give her a shot after he goes out? A discount?
Yang Zhao on the other side didn't see this wonderful scene at all. She didn't dare to look back and ran away with all her strength. She held the broken talisman in her hand and prayed for it to activate quickly.
Finally, she found that the broken talisman in her hand was heating up slightly, showing signs of wanting to be activated.
Suddenly there was the sound of mountain collapse in the distance.
Yang Zhao was startled and his speed increased a bit.
Finally, the broken talisman slowly broke free from her hand, and a black shadow rose from the broken talisman, grew larger instantly, and enveloped her in it.
"You can't leave! Stay here!"
A voice came from behind her, deafening.
The transmission speed of the activated spell suddenly slowed down, like a stuck computer.
Yang Zhao turned around and saw a large gun approaching her quickly from the horizon, the water it brought up was like a blizzard torpedo.
She was sweating all over, staring at the figure, praying silently in her heart.
"Faster, please, faster!"
It's a pity that the prayer is useless, and the speed of the spell is not faster.
The sharp-eyed dragon was getting closer and closer. Yang Zhao estimated the distance and put his fingers between his eyebrows, ready to summon thunder at any time.
Finally, the dragon spear was less than a hundred meters away from her.
"Subtle vacuum, Duke Zhao of Shenxiao, thunder is coming!"
Click, boom!
Lei Fa's speed was too fast. Even though the Dragon Spear was prepared, he could not escape from Lei Fa's pursuit. He was struck to the ground by the thunder and lightning, leaving no room for resistance.
This time, the Dragon Spear lay on the ground for a while before struggling to get up.
It can be seen that it has injuries on its body, and its spiritual power does not seem to be sufficient at first. In addition to its angry mood, it is already showing fatigue in other aspects.
"You bastard, I'm going to tear you apart!"
The talisman almost covered Yang Zhao's whole body. She raised the big gun in her hand and pointed the tip of the gun at the dragon gun, trying to buy some time.
"Haha, the tick shook the tree!"
The dragon spear flew in front of Yang Zhao in an instant, opening its mouth wide and trying to bite her into pieces.
Yang Zhao used both hands hard and threw the spear towards the dragon's mouth, intending to attack the dragon's upper jaw.
As soon as the dragon's mouth closed, Yang Zhao's big gun broke into three sections with a click.
It shook its head, spit out the garbage from its mouth, and slapped Yang Zhao with the big tail behind it.
call!
Yang Zhao pounced to the side, holding the magic sword given by Old Shark in his hand. His spiritual power activated the frozen magic circle and the tough sword body to meet the tail that was swinging towards him again.
Clang!
The weapons met, and Yang Zhao was instantly thrown out. She fell to the ground and half of her body was unconscious.
And the big tail was frozen for most of its section.
More and more places are covered by spells.
This time she can be sure that the power of the dragon gun has indeed become smaller. In the past, it would smash her into meat pie, but now she is not dead.
The big tail hit the ground instantly, and although the ice crystals on it shattered all over the ground, there were still bits of white frost hanging on them.
Yang Zhao took the opportunity to send mana wildly, and stabbed it with a shuriken. The tail was too big for her, and she could hit it no matter what.
The frost that had just fallen off the tail was sealed again.
"Young thief!"
The dragon gun cursed angrily, and its huge body instantly shrank. The gun body shook, and it stabbed Yang Zhao in the head.
Lang Lang, a long sword shot straight at him, knocking the head of the dragon gun off its side.
It was Sheng Tsuji who made the move, and the foundation-building monks behind him had already caught up.
The dragon gun was not entangled with him. Over there, the entrance and exit talismans had wrapped Yang Zhao's whole body, and the color was slowly fading.
The dragon gun roared and thrust out with all its strength.
Yang Zhao was shrouded in a spell and could no longer see the scene inside the ruins, but when she heard the roar, she leaned back hard, and with a "pop", her whole body hit the ground.
call!
The dragon gun shot out against the tip of her nose with a sound of wind.
Yang Zhao stood up quickly, holding the magic sword in both hands, guarding against another attack from the dragon spear.
Suddenly, the noise rushed into her ears, and for a moment she felt like she was in a busy city.
"Hey, why did this dragon gun come out?"
"Oh, that's true! I thought it would take more than ten years for this dragon spear to come out of the ruins."
Suddenly a loud shout was heard.
"You dare to act wild outside the ruins! Wait until I come back!"
Only then did Yang Zhao realize that she had left the ruins and was now in front of the Luo Yi Hai tribe's stall.
The violent shout just now was from the Luo Yihai tribe who threw the dragon spear into the ruins last time.
