After escaping and chasing, running hundreds of miles in the blink of an eye, Niu Yi saw that Wei Shiqi was not in a hurry and always had some spare energy, so he became more and more aware of the other party's intentions, but he had no good way to deal with it. While galloping, he suddenly saw him pull the reins, and the Yin horse neighed, raised its front hooves high, and almost fell to the sky. Niu Yi was overjoyed, exerted force under his feet, and leaped into the air like a big bird.
The gathering Yin Qi tightly wrapped around the man and the horse. Wei Shiqi turned the horse's head forcefully and turned it aside, revealing a dark ghost Taoist with tattered robes and a face that was half rotten flesh and half bones, with eye sockets. The green flame was like a bean, staring straight at Niu Yi who rushed forward, not noticing anything strange about the man lying on the horse.
The ghost Taoist flicked his sleeves and offered up a pale Nine Yin Bone Tower. Niu Yi was shocked. He slammed his body and fell down. He knelt down on one knee, raised the cane stick, activated the soul eyes all over his body, and struggled to challenge At the bottom of the tower. An unstoppable force pressed down on his head, and the rattan stick was broken. Niu Yi rolled on the ground and spilled all the thunder and fire talismans. The thunder was deafening, and lightning and sky fire fell from the sky. They all hit the Bone Tower, and the tower was crystal clear. Jade was unscathed.
Niu Yi turned over and jumped up, gasping for air. There were nine floors and eight sides, a tower built with bones, and skeletons as bells, weighing more than the mountains. It was clearly the method of Kunwu's lineage in Xianyue Sanxingdong. Where did that ghost Taoist... come from? from? His back was shabby, and he felt vaguely that he was in big trouble.
The ghost Taoist stretched out his finger, and the Bone Tower flew into the air again. Niu Yi saw that the other party was silent and unwilling to give up. Unconsciously, anger arose in his heart, and he grew evil in his guts. He clenched his steel teeth and rolled on the ground, appearing In its original form, it was a huge green bull, looking up to the sky and roaring, its soul eyes wide open on its back, shooting out a ray of golden light, and a three-legged golden crow flew up, sweeping away the Yin Qi within a hundred miles.
The White Bone Tower was held up by the golden light, swayed, and continued to press down. The three-legged Golden Crow stared at a pair of red eyes, grew in size, stretched out its third sharp claw, and grabbed the top of the tower. In an instant, the White Bone Tower was like Like oil being poured on it, flames shot up into the sky, and the three-legged golden crow screamed, flapped its wings, and pulled up the heavy bone tower.
Niu Yi's nostrils flared, he blew out hot white air, raised his four hooves, lowered his two curved horns and hit the ghost Taoist straight and straight. The ghost Taoist sneered, stretched out his palm and pushed it out flatly, a ring popped out from his middle finger, like a shooting star, tightly wrapped around the green ox's horns, and dragged Niu Yi backward violently. Niu Yi lost his footing and fell down. He roared again and again, and the bristles all over his body surged. A line of flames burned from the tail of the ox to its horns. It penetrated into the ring and turned several times. With a "click", it collapsed into pieces.
The ghost Taoist's magic weapons were emerging one after another. Before Niu Yi could calm down, he took out a seven-feathered ghost fire fan from his sleeve, held it in his hand, and fanned at him seven times. The pale ghost fire came fiercely, covering the sky and covering the ground, covering the blue sky. The cattle were trapped, so Niu Yi had no choice but to use the magical power of the Golden Crow's true body, desperately extracting the power of his soul, opening his mouth, and spitting out flames to resist the underworld fire.
The Ghost Taoist was so focused on fighting Niu Yi that he had no time to distract himself from controlling the Nine Yin White Bone Tower. The three-legged golden crow lowered its head and pecked at the top of the tower. Suddenly, its sharp beak was empty, and half of its head sank deeply into the bones, pecking out a hole. Ghost Taoist felt something. He looked up and saw the green flames in his eyes rising and shrinking. He pursed his lips and mumbled the word "ji". The bone tower dispersed with a "crash" and condensed into a tall skeleton. There was a string of skeletons hanging on it, and the three-legged golden crow was tightly grasped by five fingers, letting the flames burn it, and the hold became tighter and tighter.
Niu Yi took the opportunity to break through the underworld fire. With a flick of his head, two curved horns flew out. One passed through the seven-feathered underworld fire fan and flew back in a circle. The other nailed the ghost Taoist's chest hard, but the Taoist robe blocked. The force of this blow was so powerful that the Ghost Taoist arched his back, flew backwards involuntarily, and threw his hands, feet and head forward, unable to resist at all.
The three-legged Golden Crow was in danger. Niu Yi didn't care about the pain and killed him. He turned around and pounced on the skeleton transformed from the Jiuyin White Bone Tower. However, he was already half a beat too late. The skeleton grabbed the two legs of the Golden Crow and tore them apart with all his strength. Torn in half, the flames all over the three-legged Golden Crow were extinguished, turning into black smoke and slowly dissipating.
Niu Yi hit the skeleton on the back, breaking its spine. The skeleton fell to the ground. He raised his big fist high and smashed it at the green cow. Niu Yi was dizzy, and his front legs gave way and he knelt down. On the ground, he used his remaining strength to turn his head and pierce the skull's eye socket with his horn, holding on tightly.
The rotten Taoist robe on the body of the ghost Taoist is actually a protective treasure. Without this treasure, the horn thrown by Niu Yi would definitely pass through the body. The ghost cultivator is intangible, so even if there is harm, it will not endanger his life. However, with the Taoist robe on his body, he could withstand the huge force of the corner. The Ghost Taoist's soul was shaken and his limbs were stiff. No matter how strong he was, he couldn't use any strong means. He could only watch B and B crashing into the skeleton, fighting for his life, unable to get away. , secretly glad in my heart.
While he was in the air, before he hit the ground, a black blade flashed through his body, piercing through the back of his neck, piercing through his torso, and piercing out between his legs. The Ghost Taoist felt neither pain nor anger. He felt at a loss and felt relieved. His body continued to fly backwards, his vision was blurry, and there was a strange man standing next to the dim horse. He once thought he was Xia Shangzhou, the guard stationed in the ghost cave, but it was not him.
The one-horned Yin horse rides on the wind, entwined with Yin energy, wrapping the man and horse tightly, covering up the Yang energy. The man deliberately lay on the horse's back, not showing his face, with a bandit in front of the saddle, which made the ghosts and Taoists misunderstand that he was Xia, Shang and Zhou. , was chased and fled in a hurry. It turns out...it turns out that this is a well-designed game!
Cold, he felt cold. This was the first time in thousands of years that he felt cold.
The Ghost Taoist fell heavily to the ground, and the Dragon-Slaying True Yin Sword desperately extracted the rich and essence of Yin Qi. Wei Shiqi pulled out the knife in time, and the blade buzzed, as if he was dissatisfied. Wei Shiqi reached out and inserted his hand into the Taoist robe, and dug out a ball of Yin Qi the size of a goose egg. It was thick and thick, as if it were substance. A trace of the ghost Taoist's soul was hidden deep inside.
When the True Yin Sword of Dragon Slaying entered his body, he knew that his soul had nowhere to escape, so he fed the tiger with the Yin Qi he had cultivated all his life, trying to survive in death, but he still couldn't escape the bad luck.
Wei Shiqi crushed the Yin Qi, black smoke curled up between his fingers, and transformed into the appearance of a Taoist priest, with three clear beards, clear brows, and an expressionless face. He may be an ascended monk from the lower realm, or he may be a descendant of an ascended monk, but he fell into the hands of Wei Shiqi, his fate is destined, and there is nothing to say.
Wei Shiqi raised his right arm, shot the soul eye under his arm, captured Tu Yi's soul, and then filled it with the soul of the ghost Taoist. The five soul eyes were silent for a few breaths, clearing and destroying Zhang Xi. The power of the souls in the body was connected together. The power was like a lake blocked by a high dam, rising steadily. Wei Shiqi held his breath, his eyes flickered, and he looked at the roaring General Niu Yi.
He was already hoarse.
