The eight ghost commanders randomly picked out any one, and Qingyang was no match. At this time, he was just relying on the two characters that Yun Gushe had drawn on his palm to persist.
If it weren't for these two words, even if Qingyang Xiu had great righteousness, he would probably be overwhelmed by the ghostly aura of these eight ghost commanders in an instant and turn into a ghost.
At this time, each of the eight ghost commanders exuded heavy ghost energy, turning the mountain that was already infected by the evil spirit into a ghost monster.
It can be seen that thousands of ghosts are roaring, which touches people's hearts.
Qingyang used his awe-inspiring righteousness to use the character-breaking power in his hand to protect himself, while at the same time constantly reducing the ghostly aura around him that was as thick as ink.
But the power of the Eight Ghost Commanders is getting stronger and stronger, especially now that the entire mountain has been turned into a ghost domain by them, and this is their home battle.
These ghost commanders also did not expect that a cultivator from Qingyang, a perfect monk, could persist for so long under their siege, and they were even more afraid of Yun Gushe in the secret realm of Fushan.
Just writing two words casually left them helpless and could only use force to overwhelm others. Yun Gushe himself was so powerful that he was probably even more powerful than Zhang Daoling who had surrendered them in the first place.
At this time, in the secret realm of Fushan, because the eight ghost commanders withdrew the Eight Ghosts Killing Formation and surrounded Qingyang with all their strength, Yun Gushe no longer needed to form seals to maintain the operation of the formation. At this time, she stood on the Bagua stage and looked outside Fushan. Qingyang fought against the eight ghosts alone. Although his expression remained unchanged, there was also a trace of worry in his heart.
Although he has confidence in the supernatural powers he drew on Qingyang's palm, those eight ghost commanders have been practicing ghost ways for thousands of years. Although they have made little progress in the thousands of years since they were suppressed and surrendered by Zhang Daoling, they are far from ordinary ghost cultivators. comparable.
The fat man next to him was even more nervous at this time. Seeing his master fighting Gui Shuai alone, his heart was in his throat. If he wasn't afraid of Yun Gushe's tyrannical strength, he would have cursed Yun Gushe, but even though he said He didn't say anything, but a murderous light burst out from his eyes.
Yun Gu shot her eyes and chuckled, "Why, you think I've harmed your master and you want to fight me to the death?"
After being caught by her eyes, Fei Yi immediately withdrew his gaze and said solemnly, "Don't dare!"
Qingyang didn't know how powerful this woman was, but as a strange beast with ancient heritage, how could he not know that from this woman's body, Fei Yi could directly feel the suppression of his bloodline.
"Since you are so worried about your master, then go help him!"
As soon as Yun Gushe said these words, Fei Yi was so frightened that he was shaking like a sieve. Are you kidding me? He is not a pervert like his master. He is not afraid of the evil spirit. If he is attacked by the evil spirit, he will be transformed in an instant. For an ice snake.
But before it could refuse, Yun Gu shot it with a "royal" mark on its head, lifted it up and threw it directly towards the place where Qingyang was outside the Fushan Secret Realm.
Fei Yi kept scolding her in her heart at this moment, and felt that Yun Gushe was really not a human being. Could such a thing be done by a human being?
At this time, Qingyang was facing the attacks of the eight ghost commanders more and more difficultly. The word "Destruction" in the palm of his hand was already extremely dim, as if it would disappear at any time.
And the range supported by the golden light around him is getting smaller and smaller. This is the result of him using the Zhanlu Divine Sword to rush out and kill for a while. However, after being prepared, Qingyang wants to hurt the eight ghosts. Being handsome is simply as difficult as reaching the sky.
Seeing that the protective golden light formed by the word "Destruction" in his hand driven by his own Haoran Zhengqi could be destroyed at any time, Qingyang increased the input of Haoran Zhengqi while thinking about a way to escape.
He already knew at this time that there must be some reason for Yun Gushe to be inseparable from the Fushan Secret Realm. Although Feiyi's cultivation level was comparable to his own, he was not as able to resist evil spirits as he was, so he couldn't help if he came out. I'm busy. If I want to save my life at this time, I have to rely on myself.
His mind was running at high speed, thinking of ways to help himself escape.
At this time, the eight ghost commanders saw that Qingyang's body-protecting light had dimmed extremely, and they all increased the intensity of their siege.
Qingyang was under siege by eight ghost commanders. At this time, he could only instinctively resist with Haoran Zhengqi, but his mind was under high pressure and fell into a fantasy mirror.
At this time, in the illusion mirror, Qingyang appeared again in the ancient battlefield where he first obtained the Zhanlu Divine Sword. At this time, evil aura was billowing on the battlefield. This evil aura was different from the evil aura of ghosts. This evil aura of the military formation was Formed with the blood evil energy of a warrior, the masculinity is explosive. At this time, Qingyang is on the battlefield, and the endless blood evil energy of the military formation is constantly coming towards him, entangling him.
The combination of the evil spirit of these military formations and the awe-inspiring righteousness in Qingyang's chest turned out to be majestic and powerful, exuding strong power.
After the military evil energy gathered to its peak, a sword sound sounded in Qingyang's ears, pulling Qingyang out of the illusion mirror.
Qingyang woke up and took a look, only to see that there was only a faint layer of golden light protecting the body, and it might be extinguished at any time, and he couldn't help but be secretly afraid.
At this moment, it was as if there was a fire burning in his chest, and Qingyang tried his best to suppress the raging fire in his chest, but he couldn't suppress it at all.
At this moment, the terrifying and ferocious faces of the eight ghost commanders in front of him were imprinted in Qingyang's eyes. Looking at the proud and ferocious faces of the eight ghost commanders, Qingyang's heart rose with anger. They were just eight ghosts who wanted to die, but they were so arrogant in front of him. .
At this time, the fire in Qingyang's chest could no longer be suppressed, and he shouted, "Die!"
As he shouted fiercely, the fire that could no longer be suppressed in his chest spurted out instantly. As soon as this spurting fire came out of Qingyang's chest, it instantly turned into a panic-stricken sun that emitted infinite golden light, illuminating the originally dense Mountains as black as ink.
Qingyang's sharp shout was like a thunder that suddenly appeared between heaven and earth. It fell into the ears of the eight ghost commanders. It shook the ghost commander's body and made him scream. The ghost energy around him continued to dissipate. ,
At this time, the eight ghost commanders were terrified. Victory was already in sight, but the young man in front of them suddenly burst out. The evil aura of the military formation, like the panic of the sun, combined with the awe-inspiring righteousness, formed a powerful humane killing force, even if they were ghost pills. The perfect ghost cultivator, now under the bright sun, feels extremely uncomfortable. He cannot even maintain his own ghost body, and his ghost energy continues to dissipate.
This ghost energy is the foundation of ghost cultivation. Unless the yin is turned into yang, the spiritual energy of heaven and earth can be harvested for cultivation. Otherwise, the ghost energy is the guarantee of the strength of ghost cultivation.
At this time, the ghost commander of the Eight Departments was shocked by Qingyang's sharp shout, and his ghost body was unstable. Then, when the frightened sun shone, the ghost energy dissipated even faster.
After Qingyang shouted sharply, he felt that his body and mind were clear. At this time, there was no fear in his heart, only endless self-confidence and belief in self-improvement.
The power of humanity suppresses the world with the two paths of civil and martial arts. Wen is the awe-inspiring righteousness, and martial arts is the warrior's military evil spirit and blood evil spirit. At this time, Qingyang's two paths of civil and martial arts are combined, and the belief becomes extremely powerful.
Since ancient times, the Chinese people of China have used both civil and military forces to create a powerful divine dynasty that suppresses the world. To suppress the world, it is difficult to be truly powerful by emphasizing culture over military or emphasizing military over culture.
Qingyang inadvertently understood the art of using both civil and military forces. At this moment, he felt that there was no more terrifying person in the world. He could kill any enemy with just the energy in his chest and the sword in his hand.
