Under this earth-shattering stick, Song Xinghai's proud Imperial Jade Wrench was the first to turn into pieces, and the light mask that trapped Zhang Cheng flickered a few times, and it quickly dissipated.
A gust of wind poured in through the broken windows, and the wind at the end of summer was still a little humid and muggy, but the people who blew on the four mountain gates made them feel like they were counting nine cold winters The body of the corpse Knows how to do ghosts And the ghost weapon in hand A single stick shattered the magic weapon of the six stages of light Oh my God What kind of monster is this Makoto Zhang?
If all the zombies were like him, would the mages still have to be mixed?
Song Xinghai was blown a few times by the strong wind when he was hit, and he almost fell out of the broken window, and he grabbed the window frame in a hurry to escape.
Looking at the imperial jade wrench that had turned into pieces, Song Xinghai's heart was dripping blood, and he had cultivated the treasure of Qingfeng Mountain for a hundred years, and it was actually destroyed like this You must know that this is his strongest means of saving his life, and at this time it is really more uncomfortable than losing a piece of meat.
But when his gaze turned to Zhang Cheng's body, a chill suddenly rose from the soles of his feet to the top of his head, and now that he has no jade wrench, how can he resist the monster in front of him.
But Zhang Cheng didn't bother to care what he was thinking, he cried and walked towards him step by step.
Song Xinghai felt that Zhang Cheng was like a god of death at this time, and every step he took stepped on his heart.
No I can't lose I have a great future ahead of me I can't die here Song Xinghai plucked up his courage, pulled out the Jiuyang whisk dust from behind his waist, sprayed a mouthful of blood on the dust tail, and then read urgently: ""Jiuyang came out together, ten thousand ghosts were ambushed, the dust was swept away, and ten thousand roads were leveled, and the urgency was like a law."
As soon as the spell fell, Jiuyang Whisk Dust suddenly burst into golden light, and the slender dust tail split into nine wisps, stretching out like a spiritual snake, writhing and attacking Zhang Cheng.
Zhang Cheng snorted coldly, and the mourning stick stretched forward, and the nine dust tails immediately wrapped up, and went around Zhang Cheng's right hand along the body of the stick.
However, Zhang Cheng would not give it this chance at all, and the black gas on the mourning stick surged, and the dust tail suddenly seemed to freeze and no longer moved.
Then he pulled back hard, and Song Xinghai immediately shook his body and staggered towards this side.
"Bang" With a muffled sound, Zhang Cheng's left fist made intimate contact with Song Xinghai's chin, and Song Xinghai flew up in response, slammed into the ceiling, and then fell to the ground again, letting out a muffled scream.
The people outside the door took a closer look, and suddenly shuddered with fright, Song Xinghai's entire jaw was shattered, and it fell loosely under his neck, a tongue kept trembling, and blood foam kept gushing out, looking miserable and terrifying.
"I think your mouth is quite deceitful, so you don't have to talk in the future."
Zhang Cheng picked up the Jiuyang whisk that fell to the ground, threw it to Hualong without looking at it, raised his foot and walked to Song Xinghai's side, and stepped on the other party's dantian.
A strange cracking sound sounded, followed by a heart-rending howl.
"My cultivation for you actually dares to spend my cultivation" Zhang Cheng sneered, raised his foot again, and stepped on Song Xinghai's crotch fiercely.
"Poof" A slight cracking sound sounded, like an egg cracking, and everyone subconsciously clamped their legs.
"Dare to fight Wan'er's idea, I think you are a sperm worm, and keeping this thing is also harmful."
Facing Song Xinghai's howl like killing a pig, Zhang Cheng did not have a trace of pity in his eyes, and with a wave of his hand, a ghostly qi flew out, drilled into the other party's seven orifices, turned into a knife, and stirred wildly in the internal organs.
"Torture Sister Xiaoman with true qi, it's cool, I'll let you taste this too" "Ahh "Ahh "Ahh Song Xinghai kept rolling on the ground, letting out a scream that was louder than a scream, and scarlet blood gushed out from his ears, nostrils, and throat.
The scene in front of him was too bloody and terrifying, and the faces of the people in the four mountain gates were hard to see.
After all, the Dream Master is a member of Buddhism, seeing Song Xinghai's tragic situation, he sighed, and was just about to come to the rescue, when something unexpected happened.
I saw Song Xinghai suddenly roar, seven black smoke came out of his throat, the black smoke fell to the ground, and turned into seven figures, male and female, with red light flashing on their bodies, but their eyes were blank and their expressions were very wooden.
"Ghost Slave" Just by looking at it, Wu Weizi screamed instantly.
The refining techniques of the ghost slave are very secretive, and some disciples of the Four Great Mountain Sects have never heard of it, so they can't help but ask.
Wu Weizi had a dark face and said in a deep voice: "To refine the ghost slave first, first find the soul of the ghost above the powerful ghost, and then use the formation to trap it, burn it with real fire for seven seven and forty-nine days, burn without dying, torture day and night, and finally produce a lot of resentment, and then erase the spirit and become your own puppet." ” Speaking of this, Wu Weizi paused, and then continued: "This is only the first stage, and then you have to use your soul power to exchange with the powerful ghosts, so that they are consistent with your own breath, and hide them in the body so that they will not be discovered, but in this process, the person who casts the spell will inevitably be contaminated with the resentment of the powerful ghost, and after a long time, his temperament will definitely change greatly, and he will become a tyrannical and murderous person." ” After listening to Wu Weizi's words, everyone in the Four Great Mountain Gates changed their faces.
Song Xinghai, as the first disciple of Qingfeng Mountain, has always been a decent style in front of people, but he didn't expect to actually detain the ghosts privately, use cruel methods to sacrifice, and finally erase the spiritual wisdom and refine it into a ghost slave to hide in his body.
Such an act is no different from evil practice Hou Jingshan snorted, "I didn't expect the first disciple of Qingfeng Mountain to be an evil cultivator, it's really an eye-opener."
The expressions of everyone in Qingfeng Mountain were like dead fathers, if Song Xinghai died, it could still be said that it was to get rid of demons and subdue demons, and to prove the Tao by example, and he could leave a good reputation in the future.
But I didn't expect Song Xinghai to do this kind of thing secretly, not only did he want to leave a stench for 10,000 years, but even Qingfeng Mountain would be implicated.
The Dream Mage was also shocked, his previous sympathy was swept away, and the foot he took out slowly retracted.
"Zhang Cheng, everything about me has been ruined by you" Song Xinghai also heard the discussion of the four mountain gates, and his face was full of madness.
Zhang Cheng sneered, looked at the seven powerful ghosts, and didn't care at all.
"It's not me who ruined you, it's yourself" Song Xinghai stared at Zhang Cheng deadly, his eyes were full of resentment and hatred, he desperately forced the ghost qi in his body out, and shouted vaguely: "Don't be complacent, you can't kill my ghost slave obey orders, kill him for me" As soon as the words fell, the seven powerful ghosts immediately began to act, but instead of pounced on Zhang Cheng, they quickly crowded together.
A strange scene happened, and the seven ghosts fused together like plasticine, forming a monster with four hands, three legs, six eyes and two mouths
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