Every step the long-bearded old man takes, arouses strong magic power under his feet, white light is like a halo, and he kills every step.
His slightly bloated body was covered with a dark blue burqa, with a lifelike devil's head embroidered on the back. The appearance was exactly the same as the Taoist robe taken from Yan Yun's storage bag, but the material was superior, and there were seal characters on the chest. Embroidered with the word "魔".
Under the big net, the trapped Lingtai realm monks felt that the pressure was getting heavier and heavier, and it was getting heavier!
Soon, Fairy Chunhe's black hair was stained with traces of ice, and more and more traces of ice gathered on her hair, turning her hair gray.
There was a look of panic on her beautiful face, and she hung her natal magic weapon, the green lotus leaf, above her head, trying to use the power of the magic weapon to eliminate the double squeeze of soul power and coldness, but with little success.
Neither the Nine-Character Mantra nor the set of Four Evil Talismans can break the matrix built by the Great Net and the dead souls. What role can ordinary magic weapons play?
Soon, the lotus leaf magic weapon became extremely heavy, and Fairy Chunhe couldn't control it well, so she had to take the initiative to cut off the connection with the natal magic weapon;
The magical weapon that lost its master's traction suddenly lost its aura. It was made from precious materials and cost a lot of money. It was frozen by the extreme cold and squeezed by powerful soul power. It made a "bang" sound like scrap metal. split into two!
Fairy Chunhe's magical weapon was destroyed, her chest trembled, and she spit out a mouthful of blood.
Fortunately, she saw the opportunity quickly and immediately concentrated all her magic power on the body-protecting Qi, so as not to lose the ability to resist in the moment when her mind was damaged due to the destruction of the magic weapon.
Baihu, Nishui Zhenren and other junior monks in the Lingtai realm were obviously weak and their bodies were crumbling. They gritted their teeth and persisted, hoping to gain life.
But in front of the gulf-like disparity in strength, all struggles are in vain!
There were many monks whose souls were unstable. Amidst the pitiful cries, their souls left their bodies and clung to the dead soul array above the large net. However, their bodies fell to the ground in the opposite direction, falling like meteors.
"Sister, I can't hold on anymore!" Bai Hu called out, and his body fell down.
Fairy Chunhe's face turned pale, and her delicate body was trembling.
Everything went well before, they successfully intercepted Liu Sang and killed him on the spot.
Just when they thought they were done, a roar suddenly came from the top of the mountain covered by snow-capped mountains.
Then, everything changed!
A huge net spread out along with endless souls of the dead. The monks in the Great Yu Lingtai realm seemed to be possessed by ghosts, deprived of their vitality and could only flee for their lives.
But it’s too late to say anything. There is no way to heaven and no way to earth!
In just a moment, Master Nishui and the old woman died one after another, followed closely by the powerful strange monks... one after another...
When the white fox also died, there was no comrade to shoulder the pressure from the net and the dead souls with Fairy Chunhe. She knew that her end had come.
When the irresistible pulling force hit her, tears flowed from the corners of her eyes. At the moment when her body and soul were about to separate, she raised her head and looked at the edge of the big net.
This hope may be her subconscious, or it may be the hope in her heart.
She saw that the young man who had caused ripples in her heart had just appeared on the mountainside riding a human-faced vulture, and he was also looking at her.
She saw that there was unspeakable sadness in his eyes!
She was moved in her heart and reluctantly smiled sadly at him. Her eyesight went dark and her mind went blank...
When Yan Yun heard that his master, Yu Zhenzi, ordered him to leave, he knew that a major change must have occurred, otherwise it would have been impossible for his master to give such an order.
Immediately afterwards, he saw the corner of the huge net and the black souls of the dead, as vast as the sea of clouds, which shocked him.
He couldn't leave his master alone. In this desolate world, apart from his parents, this was his most respected mentor, a person who cared for him selflessly.
He couldn't abandon Fairy Chunhe and ignore her. He and she had made an agreement long ago, and they agreed to go to Biyun Peak where she lived to take a walk and take a look...
But when he drove the human-faced vulture to the mountainside, he saw Fairy Chunhe's helplessness, sadness and finally blooming flowery smile...
There was a pain in his chest, like a knife twisting!
All the misfortunes that have happened around him in the past six months have forged his steely will. He immediately gathered his mind and focused his attention on Yuzhenzi, who was thirty feet away.
Although the talisman offered by Yu Zhenzi could not withstand the double squeeze of the net and the dead souls, it could slightly alleviate the binding force because it was thrown at the weakest edge of the net.
Without thinking, he took out all the Four Evil Talismans from the storage bag and threw them out with his magical power like a goddess scattering flowers!
When Yuzhenzi saw this, his hands flashed like springs!
The sky was filled with wind and fire, accompanied by thunder and lightning, stretching out, even the air was torn apart!
In front of the overwhelming shock wave, the edge of the sky net was rolled up by the air waves, and countless dead souls flying behind the net were burned and electrocuted.
Yu Zhenzi's sluggish figure suddenly sped up, controlled the spirit-slaying sword, broke free from the soul power prison, and flew rapidly towards Yan Yun.
"Hmph! A fly wants to escape from my grasp? What a dream!" The old man with beard sneered, and his right palm from his sleeve reached out, and he grabbed Yuzhenzi's back brazenly!
An illusory sharp claw suddenly appeared, exuding a gloomy aura of death, but it was a skeletal hand.
There were black nails at the front of the sharp claws, and wisps of black smoke emerged from the fingertips, spanning hundreds of feet in an instant, and approaching Tamaki.
With just a flash, the claws of the skull penetrated Yu Zhenzi's back silently and rapidly, emerged from his chest, and then retracted after another squeeze.
As if unconscious, Yu Zhenzi still moved towards the spirit-slaying sword and gathered together with Yan Yun.
"Master..." Yan Yun shouted.
"Let's go!" Yuzhenzi shouted.
"Master, go on!" Yan Yun threw a speed talisman.
Yu Zhenzi looked pleased and wanted to reach out to get it, but her vision was distorted and the talisman slipped through her fingers.
Fortunately, Ji Zhao had good eyesight and quick hands, so he grabbed the talisman and handed it to Yu Zhenzi's hand.
As soon as the speed talisman was activated, Yu Zhenzi's flying speed doubled with the Spirit-Slaying Sword!
Yan Yun simultaneously slapped the speed talisman on the human-faced vulture's bony head, and drove the human-faced vulture to rush towards the foot of the mountain at an even faster speed.
At this time, the green cicada was fluttering its wings, grabbing a huge object and flying up the mountainside. They had not yet discovered what was happening on the mountainside above their heads.
The behemoth was naturally Yuantai. He was too big and too heavy to handle the Bairen cliff, so he could only let the green cicada carry him up the mountainside like a caterpillar.
Before Qingchan could react, a speed talisman was pasted on her body, and her upward momentum suddenly accelerated.
"Junior Brother Yanyun, we bumped into..." Qingchan screamed at Yanyun who was swooping down.
Before the cry stopped, Qingchan was grabbed by Yan Yun and placed on the back of the human-faced vulture.
The talisman attached to her body was also transferred to the head of the human-faced vulture by Yan Yun.
With the blessing of two speed talismans, the human-faced vulture's flight speed and movement speed reached an astonishing level. When its claws were explored, it was held together with Yuantai's two powerful hands.
With a trembling of its wings, the human-faced vulture reached under the spirit-slaying sword carrying Yu Zhenzi and Ji Zhao, and caught both of them together with the sword.
Yan Yun hugged Yu Zhenzi, took off the talisman in his hand, and placed it on the head of the human-faced vulture again.
"Quack——" The human-faced vulture made a clear cry, blood dripping from its beak, its wings vibrated like springs, and it carried Yan Yun and others at a high speed.
The monks of the Great Yu Condensation Realm at the foot of the mountain were not so lucky. They already had low magic power. When the powerful pressure of the huge net and the irresistible soul power of the dead soul array came, they were like little children beaten by frost. The grass fell to the ground instantly.
At this time, on the Great Net, the old man with the beard looked far away at the human-faced vulture in the sky, his eyes were shining brightly, and he snorted coldly.
He flicked his sleeves and robes, and the sleeves swelled up again, and the skull claws appeared again.
At this moment, he raised his white eyebrows and found something thrown from the human-faced vulture, floating backwards like a kite.
This is a dark blue robe, with a ghost-like head embroidered on the back!
This robe was thrown out by Yan Yun, which slowed down the ghost claws that the old man with beard was trying to release.
Yan Yun didn't even look back, driving the human-faced vulture towards Longtouguan.
"Hmph..." The old man with the beard sneered. The claws of the dense white bones expanded a hundred times. In just a flash, they flew ten feet above the heads of Yan Yun and others, shrouding the human-faced vulture and everyone else in the claws. Down!
Seeing that the White Bone Claw was about to fall, a huge white lotus flower suddenly bloomed in the sky, rotating slowly, and bursts of Sanskrit sounds!
Under the rosette, the vitality of heaven and earth ripples, as if it were placed on clear water, with constant ripples.
The white petals emit a strange precious light, unstained by any dust, and gradually bloom, revealing the golden lotus pods inside. The golden light is like a tangible substance, thousands of threads, shooting upwards.
The falling white bone claws and the golden light collided, and they were indistinguishable. They melted into each other and turned into dots of white light, which scattered everywhere...
It was only at this moment that Yan Yun discovered that a huge and exquisite sail appeared directly above his head.
It's like hiding in the clouds, coming out of the blue!
Yan Yun, Qing Chan and four other people had seen this sailboat before. At the Yuzhu Pavilion auction house in Lianyun Village, it towered over other cultivators with its absolute aloofness.
"Demon Claw..." A slender female voice came from the sail.
"Wind Walker..." The old man with beard was greatly surprised.
"Nice to meet you." On the sail, the person known as the Wind Walker said.
"Whether it's a good meeting or not, I think it's better for you and me not to see each other!" the old man with a curly beard said coldly.
"Senior brother is so angry..." Wind Walker still responded in a cold voice.
"So what, a young man dares to kill the old master's nephew, crushing the bones and scattering ashes, but it can't quell the hatred in my heart!" The old man with a curly beard said with hatred, but facing this first sail, he did not dare to lift it up and swing it. Sleeves, collect the big net and the dead souls into the world under the sleeves.
"Isn't it true that my senior brother and nephew went deep into the hinterland of Yu and designed to absorb the souls of the dead, but when the matter was exposed, they suffered backlash?" Feng Zhizhi still responded unhurriedly, but he already showed a tit-for-tat intention.
"Did the old master's nephew's death be in vain?" the bearded old man shouted.
"Although these monks are of the lowest rank, they are all nominally under the jurisdiction of our sect and should also be protected by our sect. Now they are all destroyed and only a few people have escaped alive. Senior brother, aren't you satisfied?" Although the Wind Walker has not yet appeared. My dear, the momentum of the sail is skyrocketing.
"What if I don't agree?"
"Senior brother, if you insist, I will be unable to explain it to the sect, so I have no choice but to accompany you."
