The majestic blue clouds almost rise into the sky, like a volcanic eruption that has been brewing for a long time!
The breath surged out from each ghost cavalry that had been declared dead and gathered on the surviving ghost cavalry. Soak*book*()
The wind borrows the power of the fire, and the fire assists the power of the wind. When the breaths of the living and the dead meet, they can conquer countless people in the world!
entangled with each other, lingering...
Originally, ghost knights, such immortal constructs, rarely had their own emotions.
As soon as the aura of the deceased hit his body, he suddenly felt different.
In each armor, the empty eye sockets erupted with a deep red light! Angry red light! Explosive red light!
The sound of thunder from the sky was shocking, like tangible shackles being broken.
The Ghost Cavalry Army has regained its vigor and strength!
Although the number has been reduced by half, the attack, defense, speed, and various attributes are still higher than before Lei Yin suppressed them.
"Hold on! Hold on! This is the magical power of demonization. It can't last long. As long as we can withstand this formation, they will be finished!"
The situation of the battle was reversed in an instant, and they were retreating steadily. Some cultivators roared to cheer up their own people.
However, some of them are angry enough to fight, and some of them are really exhausted and there is nothing left to fight...
In mid-air, the old monk with long eyebrows holding a flag of thunder and fire trembled like a candle in the wind.
His limbs were shaking like twitches, he was sweating profusely, and the spiritual light surrounding his body was still surging like boiling water, but it was clearly visible...
The temperature of the water is very high, and the water is boiling very well, but... there is not much water left.
Holding the flag in one hand, he took out a few pills from his pocket with the other, and swallowed them tremblingly like a patient suffering from a heart attack.
He waved the flag vigorously and kept shouting: "Fire, Liehuo, where are you! Come here quickly and help Uncle Master set the fire!"
As you can see from the name of the Fire Flag of Thunder Sound, this flag has two magical powers.
One is the sound of thunder, which can suppress ghost knights, not only ghost knights, but also all undead creatures.
One is the fierce fire, Buddha fire, which can burn the death energy, which is the blue cloud that surrounds the blue-level demons.
The bloodthirsty ghost knight itself cannot be bloodthirsty. It is these blue clouds that consume and swallow up the soul of the cultivator and convert it into the ghost knight's health.
The raging fire burned the demonic mist, cutting off the passage that the ghost knights relied on for survival, and the thunderous sound suppressed the ghost knights. This was the biggest reason why the blue-level demons suddenly changed their expressions when they saw the thunderous sound of the fire flag.
However, although the old monk has a high level of cultivation, he is not good at using fire, so he uses sound waves to suppress it from beginning to end.
If he wanted to set a fire, he would need help from his nephew who was good at making fire, so that he could unleash the full power of the Thunder Sound Fire Banner.
However, floating ships are flying around in the sky, and bloodstains and wreckage are everywhere on the ground...
The world is vast and wars are endless. Where is his nephew, a master of martial arts and superb cultivation?
My voice was hoarse and there was no reply.
"Monk Changmei, since your nephew is not here, I am also good at using fire, and the whole Ganzhou area knows it. Can you let me help you?"
Seeing the long-browed old monk shouting about his hard work, some cultivators couldn't help but poke their heads out and say.
The long-browed old monk's eyebrows trembled a few times but said nothing.
A sarcastic voice came from the side: "You guys, you have a good idea! If you want to use the Thunder Sound Fire Banner, you must admit its owner with a drop of blood..."
"The Vajra Sect spent a total of forty-nine Fayuan to capture this flag. You just said a few words and wanted to snatch half of it away. Do you think I'm a fool?"
A circle of mocking voices.
When his intention was revealed, the guy who claimed to be good at fire became angry: "Are you a good person? Why don't you fight against the demons down below and come up here to enjoy the cool air?"
Looking around the floating ship, there are more than one idle guy like the two of them.
Moreover, all of them are very skilled, including those in the foundation building stage?
What do they want to do?
Need I say more? Wealth and silk moved people's hearts, and of course they... were interested in the thunderous sound and fire flag in the hands of the old monk who had run out of oil.
Most of them are casual cultivators, and those from well-known and upright families are of the same spirit as the Vajra Sect.
Unless the Vajra Sect has declined to the point where everyone is pushing it down, it is impossible to ignore the things that the Vajra Sect can take pictures of in full view of the public.
Only some casual cultivators would come up with the idea that even after this, they would no longer be able to stay in Ganzhou and would have to go far away.
It’s worth it for a thunderous fire flag!
Under various banners, some came to replenish blood when they were injured, some came to eat when they were hungry, and some came to drink water when they were thirsty.
Everyone knows what the other person is up to, but they don't reveal it.
Not only did they not tell the truth, they also established a barrier together to isolate the voices.
Just like the conversation between the man who was good at fire just now, he and the old monk with long eyebrows were on the same line, and the guy who was mocking him was on another line, without interfering with each other...
Lin Tuo was about to leave this precarious ship that could sink at any time, but when he heard the bell of the old monk with long eyebrows and saw the change in the battle situation, he stayed.
After all, whether a cultivator suffers a loss or a blue-level demon suffers a loss, he is happy to see it.
But as the situation developed, I saw the white-browed old monk trying his best, but was coveted ungratefully, and I couldn't suppress the fire in my chest...
After traveling through time, he became shameless, but not to the point where he had no lower limit.
Characters such as the Long-Eyebrowed Old Monk and the Fiery Monk are just like giant pandas. You can save one by one!
Go to the bottom cabin, stick your head out from a window in the corresponding position, and tell the white-browed old monk the truth.
Not only on the deck, there were people secretly coveting his truth;
It also includes the truth about how Monk Agni was besieged, how he died, and how he blew himself up...
Even prepared to return the Agni Monk Storage Bag.
I thought that the old monk would be furious after hearing this. Even if he immediately went to avenge Monk Liehuo, he would still have to wave away and leave all the cultivators behind.
But he was wrong. The old monk's way of thinking far exceeded his understanding.
"Amitabha!" After hearing what happened to Monk Liehuo, the old monk's brows indeed trembled and he was very shocked, but...
What was shocking was not Agni's death, but...
"Amitabha! The burning fire, the burning fire, has been extinguished. Why bother to make those angry eyes of vajra to increase the sin of killing?" He felt angry and trembling even more violently.
Slowly calming down, he closed his eyes and recited the Buddhist mantra of rebirth: "Namo Amitabha night, Duotagadu night, Duodikadu night, Amilidu Povi..."
Lin Tuo was stunned for a moment by the old monk's realm. From what he meant, it seemed that it was wrong for Lie Huo to explode when he was about to die. He should be chopped to death honestly.
After a long while, I saw that the monk was no longer conscious. He was just chanting mantras, taking medicine, and waving flags. He couldn't help but ask: "Master, you...won't you leave?"
