The death energy exploded and turned into thick black thorns. While sucking the green lotus pure fire, it also tightly wrapped around the wrists of the green and red ghosts wielding swords. And the snake spirit that rushed towards it collapsed the moment it came into contact with the thorns!
Seeing the poison-like deathly energy spreading from the limbs of the two ghosts, Qian Yin's face suddenly changed.
"return!"
"It's not up to you!" As the Ghost King roared, a large amount of death energy poured into the bodies of the two ghosts, green and red.
"Pfft~" Black blood tears flowed from the corners of Yami Qianyin's eyes. There was a contractual bond between the shikigami and the onmyoji. The shikigami was fatally injured, and the damage fed back to the onmyoji was different, but it was so tortured. The pain was equally unbearable.
Looking at the two green and red ghosts who were infected by the death energy and had painful expressions on their faces, the ghost king's mouth showed disdain: "You and I are the same souls, why do you want to be manipulated by mere humans?!"
"Qianyin?" Crawling out of the ruins, Artoris gritted her teeth in pain, and when she turned around, she saw the painful appearance of Yami Qianyin.
"I'm fine, go help others." Ye Jian Qianyin quickly helped Ye Tianyu. In response to Atoris's condolences, Ye Jian Qianyin shook her head while covering her forehead.
Summoning the Wolf King and asking him to protect Yami Qianyin and others, holding up the sword and bow, Artoris stepped forward and moved towards the Ghost King again.
The battle ahead was fierce. Under the cover of Xilu's spirit-binding locks, Mu was able to withstand the Ghost King's offensive with the lightning sword in his hand. On the other side, the magic circle that Gawain took this opportunity to set up was finally completed.
"Go on!" Four red magic stones flew towards where the people were, and Artolis quickly rushed forward and grabbed the magic stone.
Almost in the next second, Artolis felt power emerging from her body. Now, as Gawain has become more knowledgeable in formations, the intensity of the amplification formations drawn is no longer as strong as before.
A 40% increase in all attributes, this alone is enough to elevate everyone's combat power to another level.
Reaching out to catch the magic stone connecting the amplification circle thrown by Gawain, Mu, who resisted the Ghost King's attack, was finally no longer passive. The sudden increase in power caught the Ghost King off guard.
After pushing away the opponent's blade and controlling Gawain's half body, blue fire suddenly appeared in Mu's hand.
"Jiyu·Yaohua's Flame!"
The raging heat wave approached the Ghost King, and the blue flower buds bloomed at this moment.
However, in the face of Mu's counterattack, the Ghost King was only slightly surprised. He swung the dark blade in his hand and cut the blooming flame flower into two pieces with death energy in the air.
"Death!" The sweeping blade suddenly turned around and pressed down suddenly. The ghost king's blade was wrapped with a terrifying aura of death and slashed towards Mu's shoulder.
"Clang~" The dark blade fell on the jade wall that appeared out of thin air. Although the Yata Jade was used to withstand the opponent's blow, cracks soon appeared on the jade wall. The spreading knife wave shattered the chain that was trying to attack, and without the cover of the spirit-binding chain, Mu was in a very dangerous situation.
The Ghost King's aura was suppressing him in close proximity. He gritted his teeth behind Yata Tama, and was frightened by it. However, the thunderous punch was stiff and difficult to swing at this moment. The lightning bolts could not be used, and the cracks on the jade wall were rapidly expanding.
"Bang~" The Eight-tatama Jade suddenly shattered in the next second, and the Ghost King swung an unabated slash directly towards Mu's head.
The moment the collision of metal was heard, a sound of meat entered my ears. Holding the blade in his hand, the Ghost King's bloody eyes flashed with instant surprise.
Infected by the death energy, pitch-black blood seeped out of Artolis's arms. Concentrating all the energy in his body on his arms, he used his arm armor to block the Ghost King's slash.
Holding Mu behind her, Artoris's pretty eyebrows wrinkled slightly in pain. Taking advantage of the Ghost King's surprised moment, Artoris seized the opportunity and slammed her knee into the opponent's abdomen.
"Shoot in the air!" The opponent received a skill check and was pushed up to a height of 100 meters. However, when she turned around and squatted down, Artolis raised her hand to pull the string, but her hand started to tremble due to pain.
"Is it poison or... a curse?" Atoris focused on her damaged arm armor, from which the contaminated black blood and the clear air of death gradually seeped out.
The power of the magic arrow shot in this state is no longer devastating, and can even be said to be fragile. High in the air, the ghost king's limbs were stiff and unable to move, but the lifeless blade in his hand still glowed with black light.
The sharp sword light burst out from the blade, directly crushing the flying magic arrows.
"The Tao of a Moment: Forbidden Sky!" At that moment, Yun Guixi threw out the Taoist talisman drawn in his hand. The flying Taoist talisman was eclipsed by the green flames at the moment when the heaven and earth were eclipsed.
Yun Guixi immediately recited the Taoist formula, and then the grayness between heaven and earth quickly shrank, compressing to a few square meters and trapping the ghost king's body in the sky.
It was not a conventional restraint, but the stasis of time. The talisman drawn with extraordinary spiritual power forcibly controlled the ghost king's state to a moment of stiff limbs before it burned out.
At the same time, as Gawain stabbed Daoyunwu's heart, which had transformed into a sword, into the ground, the Twelve Heavenly Capital Flag Locking Dragon Formation was finally completed at this moment!
The Ghost King's eyeballs rolled, and golden ripples appeared in the space around him...
"Are you a puppet master? You should have the ability to master some curses, right?" Covering her arm, Artoris turned back and asked Takakawa Futo.
The puppets were still being made here. Listening to Atoris's question, Long Chuanbu raised his head: "I know a little bit, but most of them are small curses of resentment. You can't use this to deal with the ghost king. "
"It's not used to deal with the Ghost King, use it directly on me!"
After listening to Artolis's words, the other party's brows moved, and then he cast a surprised look: "Why is this?"
"It's too late to explain, now! Put as many curses on me as possible!" Looking at the Taoist symbols in the sky that are about to burn to ashes, and losing the restraint of time, I am afraid that it will be difficult to lock the dragon with the temporary construction of the Twelve Heavenly Capital Flags. Restrain the angry ghost king.
Now is the best opportunity, and Artolis is not willing to let it go!
"I don't know what special abilities you have, but you need to know that even a small curse can be fatal if accumulated too much. You... will die!" Longchuan Budu shook his head.
"I won't die!" Artolis immediately denied the other party's words and urged: "It's almost too late, now I need you to impose a curse on me!"
"Liz?" Noticing the conversation between the two, Ye Jian Qianyin and Ye Tianyu cast suspicious glances.
"In that case, it's as you wish." The moment Longchuan Budu finished speaking, Artoris stepped on the moon and immediately rushed towards Xilu's location.
And almost in the next second, countless curses fell on her. A large number of curses were wrapped around her for a while, and the pain, which was more unbearable than the wounds of a thousand knives, spread throughout Atoris's body in an instant.
"Pfft~" To be honest, when the first mouthful of blood spurted out, Artolis felt a little regretful. But with the burning pain of the Great Universe Tribulation Fire in front of her, this curse was nothing compared to it, and she also knew that it was only temporary.
Gritting her teeth and enduring the torment of the continuously superimposed curse, Artolis wanted to shout that it was enough, but she opened her mouth and could not utter a word. It should only take four seconds to be tens of meters away from Xilu's location, but these four seconds seemed to extend indefinitely.
"It hurts... it hurts..." Everything in front of him was shrinking rapidly, and his vision was blurred, so he didn't know what kind of curse was at work.
The wind blew across my face, feeling nothing. Are you running? Perhaps so, the footsteps fell silently.
"..." Artolis never thought that her consciousness would disintegrate so quickly. If she had known this, maybe she shouldn't be so anxious. If she explained clearly, she would be less tortured.
"But... what I said now should be enough." The moment she stretched out her hand and snatched the silver spear from Xilu's hand, Artolis's chaotic eyes returned to clarity.
The Poetry of Heaven and the Inscription are the characteristics of the poem about the spear held by Xi Lu, praising Big. At this moment, the sacred light suddenly burst out from Artoris's body and shot straight into the sky after breaking through the heavy fog.
"Sister Liz?" Xilu's surprised voice came from her ears.
She must have accumulated twenty or thirty curses. Without explaining anything, Artolis took a deep breath. If every five curses increase her own attributes by 100%...
Feeling her own strength, Artoris slowly raised her hand, and the brilliance flowed on the silver spear where she looked.
"Then it's time to end!"
