Wei Shiqi looked at the black-armored ghost general with admiration. His throw was unstoppable, and even the power of the law could not completely resolve it. Although this was due to the incompleteness of the blood and energy divine realm, it was undeniable that the Cang tribe's "ghost soldiers" did have unique abilities. at. However, he did not know the origin of the black-armored ghost general. He was the only one in the Cang Clan and even in the entire spiritual realm, and he could not find another one.
It's a good thing to encounter strong enemies in the Cang Clan's hunting ground. The upper seven tribes have different magical powers and methods. If you get into a hard fight in the "Yin Yang Valley", you will be surrounded by strong enemies, but your hands will be tied up. Wei Shiqi quietly moved the thread of the law, and subtle changes occurred in the Blood and Qi Divine Realm, and the space was distorted, making what the other party saw was illusory and the true body could not be found.
After injuring the enemy with one blow, the black-armored ghost general seemed to have found a way to defeat the enemy. His energy was rising steadily, his arms reached into the void and he grabbed a pair of short spears out of nothing. He exhaled and made a sound, and threw them continuously. As soon as the short spear left his hand, it disappeared out of thin air, and the next moment it appeared in front of Wei Shiqi's chest, so close and unstoppable. The second time he took action, the black-armored ghost used all his strength. The short spear buzzed and trembled, completing an arc that made it difficult to guard against. However, he neglected that the long spear was short and the heavy spear was light. Wei Shiqi activated the power of the law and took the lead. The short spear was strangled without alerting the other party.
If the black-armored ghost general realized something, he once again pulled out a cross boring machine from the void, exerted force on his waist and abdomen, raised his arms and threw it with all his strength, in a rather awkward posture. The cross boring machine was extremely heavy. The black-armored ghost general was almost out of strength and staggered involuntarily. Wei Shiqi did not retreat but advanced instead. The blood energy divine realm swallowed up the opponent. At the same time, the cross boring machine also hit his chest hard.
The black-armored ghost general noticed something was wrong, and the cross-boring machine passed through the opponent's body without any obstruction. He quickly swept hundreds of feet and fell into the "Great Rift Valley". When he was about to pull back, he was already half a beat too late. According to the law, The force bound him tightly, and countless blood threads closed in from all directions, surrounding him tightly. The black-armored ghost had no choice but to cross his arms in front of him and collect all the black smoke inside his armor. He let the blood streak onto his body, making a soft "clang" sound and then disappearing without a trace. The black armor remained motionless and endured it all his life.
The sounds of "clanging" came and went, as dense as a pipa, the black armor was indestructible, and there was a stalemate for a while. Cangqiantan saw that the black-armored ghost general had not checked for a while, and had fallen into the opponent's trick. He was trapped in a predicament and could not escape. He hurriedly used magic formulas and chanted mantras to try to take back the ghost general. He even urged him several times but failed. He couldn't help but feel worried. Shen had no choice but to sacrifice a "Zhu Xian Pagoda" and hit Wei Qi Qi from a distance.
This "Zhu Xian Pagoda" is not easy to refine. It took Cangqiantan to collect the underworld stones from the bottom of the rift valley to make the device, and then mixed it with several grades of precious materials obtained from the "Changling Hall". It took a hundred years of work to complete it. . Knowing that under the cover of the spiritual realm, the magic weapon will never return, in order to help the black-armored ghost general escape, Cangqiantan did not care to hold back. The "Zhu Xian Tower" grew when the wind caught the wind, with eight sides and thirteen floors, and exploded with the power of the netherworld. When it falls, an invisible suction force is generated at the bottom of the tower. Once it is covered by it, even Da Luo Jinxian will have to wear off a layer of skin.
Seeing the fierce momentum of the stone tower, Wei Shiqi lowered his hood, flicked his five fingers, and the threads of law weaved "thunder patterns", which were turbulent and changing in an instant. The lightning was made out of thin air, turned into a big snake, soared up, and crashed into the "Zhuxian Tower" ", there was a loud thunder, the golden snake danced wildly, sweeping away the power of the netherworld, the tower shrank sharply, and several deep cracks opened. The black-armored ghost took advantage of Wei Shiqi to destroy the "Zhuxian Tower" and retreated step by step despite the bloody line. Unexpectedly, the "thunder pattern" rippled out again, and the electric light weaved into a large and tight net, imprisoning him. Trapped tightly, blood lines find their way in, like gangrene attached to the bone, and there is no way to get rid of it.
Cang Qiantan's expression changed greatly, and he hurriedly recalled the "Zhu Xian Pagoda". He immediately felt his fingers go numb. The treasure had lost its spirituality and was badly damaged. He was heartbroken. He hurriedly looked up and saw that the black-armored ghost general was still trapped in the "Spirit Realm." "Inside, no matter how hard you try, you can't escape. This battle has been completely defeated and there is no way to recover." At the moment, the opponent is fully suppressing the black-armored ghost general and has no time to look around. If he escapes far away, he will probably be able to escape the disaster of death. However, the black-armored ghost general and the "Zhuxian Tower" were damaged in vain, plus two entire groups of ghost soldiers. How can Tan swallow this breath!
He had to swallow even if he couldn't. No matter how rare the things outside him were, they were not as important as his own life. Cangqiantan stared at Wei Shiqi hatefully, abandoned the black-armored ghost general without hesitation, turned around and left, breathing a sigh of relief. It turned into a gust of wind and disappeared without a trace in an instant. Wei Shiqi didn't care that the real master had escaped. The black-armored ghost would be a hot potato. Only by completely crushing him could he avoid future troubles forever.
Now that Cangqiantan had retreated and no one would bother him anymore, he concentrated on activating the Blood Qi Divine Realm. After spending three days and three nights, the blood line turned into soft tissue around his fingers, penetrated into the armor through the gaps, and wiped out the black smoke bit by bit. The black-armored ghost general finally couldn't hold himself back any longer. One moment he rose ten feet high, and the next moment he shrank into a grain of rice. He struggled in every possible way, but still could not escape from the realm of blood and energy. In the end, he let out a long sigh and the black smoke rolled away, leaving behind a lifeless black body. First.
I don't know if it was an illusion, but Wei Shiqi felt that there was a faint sense of relief in that sigh.
This battle was unprecedentedly difficult. Wei Shiqi pushed the Blood Qi God Realm to the extreme, and even used the threads of law to weave "thunder patterns". He tried his best to avoid any danger, and finally did not capsize in the gutter. After the dust settled and the deduction was repeated, Wei Shiqi was filled with doubts. The Cang Clan elder's magical power was far inferior to that of the Nether Clan leader Gong Dingshi, but the black-armored ghost general he summoned was impressive, and there was something fishy about it.
He thought for a long time, raised his hand to take the black armor in front of him, and flicked it with his fingers, making a dull sound. It was neither gold nor leather, it was one and the same, light and flexible beyond expectations. Wei Shiqi's heart was moved. The black armored feet were strange and seemed not to be from this world. Could it be that he came from the lower world like fire in a stone?
Now was not the time to think carefully, Wei Shiqi put away the black armor, waved to Guo Zhou, and ordered her to continue on the road. When Guo Zhou saw the elders of the Cang clan being defeated by him, he ran away in a hurry like a bereaved dog. Instead of saying "I'm proud of you", he actually felt uneasy. The Cang clan was not the last Bifeng clan. They were tough and powerful. Among the seven clans above, Second only to the Nether clan in the clan, this time they have offended Cangqiantan severely and created a grudge, which I am afraid will be difficult to reconcile. Being in the hunting ground of the Cang tribe, with many eyes and ears, and nowhere to escape, Guo Zhou gritted his teeth and hurriedly held up the "Tongyou Baosha", sparing no effort to activate the power of the netherworld, and was eager to leave the "forage field", the faster the better. .
Wei Shiqi had a clear understanding of her thoughts, but did not say anything to stop her. He sat on the "Tongyou Baoji" and took his time to sacrifice the fire in the refining stone. After devouring these many ghosts, generals and soldiers, Shi Zhonghuo recovered half of his vitality, and cooperated very well. In just over ten days, he was able to perform sacrifices to the point where he was able to use his arms and fingers without any dissatisfaction.
The journey was uneventful, and what surprised Guo Zhou was that the Cang clan did not stop them until they left the "forage field".
