Kangai Valley.
Zhao Family Great Immortal Temple.
The yin energy spreads, and the entire temple seems to be covered with a gray-black veil, which is dark and cold.
The gray-black frost flowers quietly condensed all over the ground.
Fu Xuanxu stood in the air, constantly pinching complex magic tricks in his hand, surrounded by yellow-brown talismans. Countless mysterious cloud seals kept squirming and entangling on the talismans, and invisible forces crisscrossed to form a small, clear and bright defensive formation.
There were all kinds of ghosts with strange shapes and rich yin energy, both on his front and behind him, and even on his head and feet.
Hehehe...hehehe...hehe...hehe...
The sharp and harsh laughter continued, and the pairs of malicious eyes looked straight at Fu Xuanxu. The ghosts circled around him quickly, and the sharp laughter that shocked the mind was like a tide, rushing towards the talisman array one after another.
Talismans floated in the void, constantly emitting water-like shimmering light.
The ghost had a ferocious face and deeper malice in his eyes. It seemed that the next moment, he would rush up and tear Fu Xuanxu to pieces.
As they attacked wildly, the traces of Yunzhuan faded and faded quickly. In a moment, a talisman that had almost disappeared in Yunzhuan ignited a raging fire.
Fu Xuanxu had no expression on his face, and took out a talisman from the storage bag with one hand and quickly repaired it.
Soon, another talisman was about to be consumed.
With the tireless impact of the ghost, the talisman burned rapidly, and Fu Xuanxu gradually could not fill the vacancy in time.
The thick yin energy seemed to detect a flaw, and it roared into the formation, eroding rapidly.
Suddenly, there were a few more talismans that could have been able to hold on to. The cloud seal on them quickly faded, and the effectiveness of the entire talisman array suddenly decreased a lot.
Hee...heehe...heehe...heehehe...heehehe...
The ghosts all looked up and smiled hysterically, as if the essence of the Yin Qi was surging and surging, crazily hitting the entire talisman formation.
After only a moment of stalemate, the broken talisman array could no longer support it. All the talismans burned in an instant, and in a blink of an eye, they all turned into ashes.
Seeing the talisman formation disappear, the ghosts suddenly showed a ferocious and terrifying expression and rushed towards Fu Xuanxu roaring.
At the same time, the magic trick that Fu Xuanxu had been pinching his hands was finally completed. His right fingers stood in front of his chest, and his left palm faced the sky, as if he was holding a void. He suddenly turned his palm and then pressed it down with force.
In an instant, a huge shadow of a green mountain appeared from the void and smashed towards the ghost.
The violent wind ripped into everything, and the mountains fell rapidly, with a majestic momentum and unstoppable momentum, as if they were to connect the entire Zhao family immortal temple and crushed them into powder together!
boom!!
All the ghosts that rushed up were smashed to pieces by Qingshan.
The earth suddenly shook, but the Zhao Family Daxian Temple did not move at all, and even the blue bricks covered with paved floors were not broken.
Fu Xuanxu frowned. This temple has ghosts with the level of transformation of gods!
Otherwise, my move just now would be enough to razor the entire temple, along with the nearby boundaries!
At this time, the shadows of the green mountains slowly dissipated, and more than half of the ghosts that were knocked down dissipated, turning into a stream of black gas, instantly circulating into the remaining ghost objects.
The aura of these remaining ghosts instantly increased, but became stronger. They all looked up, let out a furious roar, and continued to pounce on Fu Xuanxu.
Fu Xuanxu still stood in the air, with a palm pushing out flat, and a huge pale green palm print swept across the audience, instantly slamming the ferocious ghosts that rushed upwards and flew backwards.
Before he could breathe, several blue-black tentacles suddenly shot out behind him, instantly wrapping Fu Xuanxu's limbs.
The other ghosts took advantage of the situation and rushed towards Fu Xuanxu with all kinds of attacks.
Fu Xuanxu snorted coldly, and the Immortal of the Dao started to activate instantly, breaking all the tentacles in one go. Then he pressed his hands down, and five green mountain shadows that were slightly smaller than before fell down...
Boom boom boom boom boom boom...
The tide of ghosts continued to dissipate, turning into a stream of black gas and melting into the bodies of surviving companions.
As time passed, fewer and fewer ghosts left…
********************
Zhao Family Great Immortal Temple.
On the square table in front of the shrine, blood was constantly gushing out from the offerings, as if it was a fountain of blood, and the blood seemed endless.
The night is vast and the courtyard is dark.
Zhong Kui Yueji stood in the open space under the shrine, and behind him, a Dharma image was rising slowly.
The Dharma image is tall, wearing a crown, with a long sword hanging on its waist, and nine strings of Liú beads hang down to its chest, blocking its face. It only feels graceful, majestic and noble, and grand and bright, as if it is the arrival of a monarch.
At this moment, Faxiang pressed the hilt of the sword at his waist with his right hand, stretched out his left hand, and grabbed the ghosts rushing up from all directions with his huge palm.
The ghost roared and disappeared in an instant, scattering into the darkness around him.
The giant hand grabbed the empty hand.
At this moment, a crimson-red barbs suddenly stretched out in the darkness, entangling the Dharma image of Zhong Kui Yueji.
The body immediately ignites a light golden flame.
The flame was as bright as the sun, pure and dignified as it instantly burned all its tongues.
In the darkness, the ghost screamed shrillly.
The Dharma Image did not hesitate and slapped in the direction where the screams came.
boom!!!
The sound of ghost crying stopped abruptly, and the dust scattered everywhere, and the earth shook violently.
The Dharma Image slowly moved away his palm, but saw strands of darkness slowly floating in the darkness.
The strong hatred inside was burned by the light golden flames on the body of the Dharma image.
The next moment, the flames around the Dharma image suddenly surged, and then suddenly exploded!
There was no sound, no devastation, as if a small sun was rising into the sky.
The sudden burst of strong light completely illuminated the originally dark temple, and for a moment it was like daylight, and it was revealed in vain.
All the ghosts hidden in the shadow had nowhere to hide, and they roared backwards, instinctively disgusted with the light.
In the end, Kui Yueji did not hesitate at all, and his thoughts moved, and he clanged!
The Dharma Image drew out the long sword from his waist and immediately rushed towards the ghosts...
********************
The night was dim and the fragrance of thread was burning.
The blue smoke rolled.
Ning Wuye held the flying sword in his hand, and the sword energy was lingering around him. His sword intent was fierce and majestic. Even though his collar and sleeves were bleeding, his momentum increased instead of decreasing. His whole person was like a famous sword that was in full swing, showing his sharpness!
At present, the entire Zhao Family Immortal Temple is already covered with crisscrossing sharp sword intent.
Opposite him, the statue of the god had revealed its true form.
It is a tall, burly ghost with green face and fangs, with eight arms on the back, red eyes covered with chest and abdomen, and a brutal, violent and bloodthirsty aura.
It's exactly what you know!
Zhao Family Great Immortal Temple.
The yin energy spreads, and the entire temple seems to be covered with a gray-black veil, which is dark and cold.
The gray-black frost flowers quietly condensed all over the ground.
Fu Xuanxu stood in the air, constantly pinching complex magic tricks in his hand, surrounded by yellow-brown talismans. Countless mysterious cloud seals kept squirming and entangling on the talismans, and invisible forces crisscrossed to form a small, clear and bright defensive formation.
There were all kinds of ghosts with strange shapes and rich yin energy, both on his front and behind him, and even on his head and feet.
Hehehe...hehehe...hehe...hehe...
The sharp and harsh laughter continued, and the pairs of malicious eyes looked straight at Fu Xuanxu. The ghosts circled around him quickly, and the sharp laughter that shocked the mind was like a tide, rushing towards the talisman array one after another.
Talismans floated in the void, constantly emitting water-like shimmering light.
The ghost had a ferocious face and deeper malice in his eyes. It seemed that the next moment, he would rush up and tear Fu Xuanxu to pieces.
As they attacked wildly, the traces of Yunzhuan faded and faded quickly. In a moment, a talisman that had almost disappeared in Yunzhuan ignited a raging fire.
Fu Xuanxu had no expression on his face, and took out a talisman from the storage bag with one hand and quickly repaired it.
Soon, another talisman was about to be consumed.
With the tireless impact of the ghost, the talisman burned rapidly, and Fu Xuanxu gradually could not fill the vacancy in time.
The thick yin energy seemed to detect a flaw, and it roared into the formation, eroding rapidly.
Suddenly, there were a few more talismans that could have been able to hold on to. The cloud seal on them quickly faded, and the effectiveness of the entire talisman array suddenly decreased a lot.
Hee...heehe...heehe...heehehe...heehehe...
The ghosts all looked up and smiled hysterically, as if the essence of the Yin Qi was surging and surging, crazily hitting the entire talisman formation.
After only a moment of stalemate, the broken talisman array could no longer support it. All the talismans burned in an instant, and in a blink of an eye, they all turned into ashes.
Seeing the talisman formation disappear, the ghosts suddenly showed a ferocious and terrifying expression and rushed towards Fu Xuanxu roaring.
At the same time, the magic trick that Fu Xuanxu had been pinching his hands was finally completed. His right fingers stood in front of his chest, and his left palm faced the sky, as if he was holding a void. He suddenly turned his palm and then pressed it down with force.
In an instant, a huge shadow of a green mountain appeared from the void and smashed towards the ghost.
The violent wind ripped into everything, and the mountains fell rapidly, with a majestic momentum and unstoppable momentum, as if they were to connect the entire Zhao family immortal temple and crushed them into powder together!
boom!!
All the ghosts that rushed up were smashed to pieces by Qingshan.
The earth suddenly shook, but the Zhao Family Daxian Temple did not move at all, and even the blue bricks covered with paved floors were not broken.
Fu Xuanxu frowned. This temple has ghosts with the level of transformation of gods!
Otherwise, my move just now would be enough to razor the entire temple, along with the nearby boundaries!
At this time, the shadows of the green mountains slowly dissipated, and more than half of the ghosts that were knocked down dissipated, turning into a stream of black gas, instantly circulating into the remaining ghost objects.
The aura of these remaining ghosts instantly increased, but became stronger. They all looked up, let out a furious roar, and continued to pounce on Fu Xuanxu.
Fu Xuanxu still stood in the air, with a palm pushing out flat, and a huge pale green palm print swept across the audience, instantly slamming the ferocious ghosts that rushed upwards and flew backwards.
Before he could breathe, several blue-black tentacles suddenly shot out behind him, instantly wrapping Fu Xuanxu's limbs.
The other ghosts took advantage of the situation and rushed towards Fu Xuanxu with all kinds of attacks.
Fu Xuanxu snorted coldly, and the Immortal of the Dao started to activate instantly, breaking all the tentacles in one go. Then he pressed his hands down, and five green mountain shadows that were slightly smaller than before fell down...
Boom boom boom boom boom boom...
The tide of ghosts continued to dissipate, turning into a stream of black gas and melting into the bodies of surviving companions.
As time passed, fewer and fewer ghosts left…
********************
Zhao Family Great Immortal Temple.
On the square table in front of the shrine, blood was constantly gushing out from the offerings, as if it was a fountain of blood, and the blood seemed endless.
The night is vast and the courtyard is dark.
Zhong Kui Yueji stood in the open space under the shrine, and behind him, a Dharma image was rising slowly.
The Dharma image is tall, wearing a crown, with a long sword hanging on its waist, and nine strings of Liú beads hang down to its chest, blocking its face. It only feels graceful, majestic and noble, and grand and bright, as if it is the arrival of a monarch.
At this moment, Faxiang pressed the hilt of the sword at his waist with his right hand, stretched out his left hand, and grabbed the ghosts rushing up from all directions with his huge palm.
The ghost roared and disappeared in an instant, scattering into the darkness around him.
The giant hand grabbed the empty hand.
At this moment, a crimson-red barbs suddenly stretched out in the darkness, entangling the Dharma image of Zhong Kui Yueji.
The body immediately ignites a light golden flame.
The flame was as bright as the sun, pure and dignified as it instantly burned all its tongues.
In the darkness, the ghost screamed shrillly.
The Dharma Image did not hesitate and slapped in the direction where the screams came.
boom!!!
The sound of ghost crying stopped abruptly, and the dust scattered everywhere, and the earth shook violently.
The Dharma Image slowly moved away his palm, but saw strands of darkness slowly floating in the darkness.
The strong hatred inside was burned by the light golden flames on the body of the Dharma image.
The next moment, the flames around the Dharma image suddenly surged, and then suddenly exploded!
There was no sound, no devastation, as if a small sun was rising into the sky.
The sudden burst of strong light completely illuminated the originally dark temple, and for a moment it was like daylight, and it was revealed in vain.
All the ghosts hidden in the shadow had nowhere to hide, and they roared backwards, instinctively disgusted with the light.
In the end, Kui Yueji did not hesitate at all, and his thoughts moved, and he clanged!
The Dharma Image drew out the long sword from his waist and immediately rushed towards the ghosts...
********************
The night was dim and the fragrance of thread was burning.
The blue smoke rolled.
Ning Wuye held the flying sword in his hand, and the sword energy was lingering around him. His sword intent was fierce and majestic. Even though his collar and sleeves were bleeding, his momentum increased instead of decreasing. His whole person was like a famous sword that was in full swing, showing his sharpness!
At present, the entire Zhao Family Immortal Temple is already covered with crisscrossing sharp sword intent.
Opposite him, the statue of the god had revealed its true form.
It is a tall, burly ghost with green face and fangs, with eight arms on the back, red eyes covered with chest and abdomen, and a brutal, violent and bloodthirsty aura.
It's exactly what you know!
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