The Dream Mage was taken aback, and the purple gold bowl in his hand stepped forward.
"When" With a loud bang, the purple gold bowl trembled, and the Dream Mage took three steps back, the blood and qi in his chest surging with horror.
The green ghost head did not dissipate after shaking the Dharma Sect magic weapon, and continued to fly towards the Dream Mage, and it was about to hit his chest.
"Demon" Hou Jingshan shouted angrily, his sleeves moved, and a golden thing flew out and blocked the front of the ghost.
"Ding Ding Ding" A crisp bell rang, this thing was actually a copper bell with a wooden handle, and every time it rang, a golden light shot out and hit the ghost's head.
And the green ghost head is also really brave, opening his big mouth and spewing out a puff of black smoke to fight against the golden light.
"Sanqingling" When the Dream Mage saw this, he immediately breathed a sigh of relief.
Sanqingling is a well-known magic weapon in Qingcheng Mountain, although it is not a treasure of the town faction, but it is also a seven-stage light magic weapon, I didn't expect Hou Jingshan to go down the mountain this time, and actually brought this thing over.
After all, it was a seven-stage light magic weapon, and with Hou Jingshan's control, the black smoke in the ghost head's mouth was quickly suppressed, and golden light began to attack the ghost head.
However, just when the ghost heads were about to be dispersed, a ghost howl suddenly sounded around them, and the iron tree with runes nearby emitted a burst of green light at the same time, and seven or eight ghost heads flew out one after another, instantly blocking the golden light of the three clear bells.
Sanqing bell buzzed and trembled in mid-air, Hou Jingshan was startled, and hurriedly recited the spell silently and took the magic weapon back.
As soon as the golden light dispersed, those ghost heads suspended in mid-air for a few seconds, then flew back to the iron tree and disappeared.
Hou Jingshan gasped, "These are the souls of powerful ghosts, sealed in the iron tree by runes, connected to each other, once attacked, they will touch other runes, unless they are placed in a large array, otherwise they can't be destroyed." ” The Dream Mage frowned, "These things didn't attack us just now, and they didn't start to fight back until the old man took the initiative to attack, as long as we don't attack again, it should be fine." ” Hou Jingshan shook his head, "Sealing so many powerful ghosts here, and not taking the initiative to attack, should be trying to limit the people who enter the tomb to the path, everyone be careful." ” Long Yangzi could catch up at any time, and even if they knew that the trail was strange, they had to bite the bullet and move forward.
Everyone looked at each other, sealing so many powerful ghosts but not taking the initiative to attack, it only showed that there must be more powerful means than these powerful ghosts in front of the trail.
It was clearly a pit, but now it had to jump into it Hou Jingshan took a deep breath, the Qingfeng Sword in his right hand and the Sanqing Ling in his left hand, and walked forward first, and a group of people hesitated for a moment and followed behind.
The further you go, the more powerful the yin qi becomes, and after walking for dozens of meters, the yin qi has turned into clouds and mist, enveloping the surroundings, and a huge black shadow appears hazy in front of you, blocking the middle of the path.
Everyone didn't dare to speak, they all got ready, slowly leaned over, and when they got closer, they were surprised to find that this black shadow was actually a huge willow tree.
The willow tree was about seven or eight meters high, almost next to the top of the tomb, and its trunk was the size of a water tank, and the dense willow stretched out in all directions, blocking the path tightly.
What's even more strange is that this willow tree is not poured with molten iron and copper juice, but a real tree, in this dark tomb, it actually grows green and vibrant.
Especially under the cover of gloomy clouds, this giant willow is like a woman's head with a cloak of hair, which makes people shudder.
Hou Jingshan frowned, "The willow tree is a yin tree, and it is still growing in the tomb, it must be strange, everyone be careful" You don't need him to remind everyone to know that something is wrong, as the saying goes, if you don't plant mulberry before, you don't plant willows later, and willow trees planted in the yang house may also provoke ghosts and demons, not to mention the tomb.
And there are so many powerful ghosts sealed around, the resentment is not dispersed, and the yang energy is not as good, and it is difficult to think of weirdness.
Hou Jingshan hesitated, cautiously walked under the giant willow, took a closer look, and found that the hanging branches of the willow tree were like blood vessels, connected with the iron trees on both sides, blocking the passage.
He thought about it for a while, gritted his teeth for the last time, and with a wave of the Qingfeng sword in his hand, he cut off a few branches, trying to cut a way out.
These verdant branches are the thickness of fingers, and when they are cut off, a bright red liquid gushes out of the fractures, like blood.
And the dense branches also began to tremble, writhing like earthworms, making a rattling sound.
Seeing the change, Hou Jingshan hurriedly took a few steps back, and raised his hand to signal the disciples behind him not to approach.
Zhang Cheng hid behind the crowd, looking at the giant willow like a giant who had been awakened, the huge crown began to shake violently, the long branches were pulled out of the iron tree, and danced in the air, looking like a crazy woman constantly shaking her head, the scene was extremely weird.
"This willow tree should have been planted here on purpose, it has absorbed the yin qi for so many years, and it has become a demon, be careful" Hua Long stared at the giant willow with a vigilant face, and whispered, only to find that Zhang Cheng and Wang Dafu had withdrawn, and they were speechless for a while.
The giant willow trembled for a while, and the body of the tree suddenly bent down, and countless branches flew out like tentacles, attacking towards Hou Jing Mountain.
Hou Jingshan snorted coldly, and with a mistake under his feet, he passed through the gap in the wicker, and said a few words lightly, and the Qingfeng Sword in his hand suddenly released a cold light and slashed out.
The Qingfeng Sword cut off seven or eight wicker sticks with a single sword just now, and at this time, after pouring true qi, it was even more powerful, Hou Jingshan didn't want to waste time on the dryad, and planned to fight quickly.
But what he didn't expect was that when the Qingfeng Sword slashed on the wicker, there was a sound of gold and iron, and only two were cut off, and he couldn't cut it anymore.
Injured again, the dryad seemed to be even more angry, and the dense branches surrounded Hou Jingshan, forming a cage and began to slowly retract.
Hou Jingshan kept swinging his sword and used Sanqingling out, but there were too many wickers in the giant willow, and if he cut off one, ten would immediately make up for it.
In just a few breaths, the cage made of wicker became cocoon-shaped, and Hou Jingshan was almost no longer visible.
"It's not good, help quickly" The Dream Mage shouted, beckoning everyone to rush forward together, and together they cut off the willow branches and rescued Hou Jingshan.
As soon as the people from the three mountain gates joined, Hou Jingshan's pressure dropped sharply, and he led everyone to fight with the wicker in the sky.
Zhang Cheng saw that everyone was busy fighting, and the three of them standing behind to play soy sauce were too conspicuous, so he also led Wang Dafu and Hualong to rush up.
The three of them worked together around a wicker, and the fight was called a lively one, but in fact, they didn't pretend to do anything.
The giant willow seemed to find that there was nothing to do with Hou Jingshan, and most of the branches suddenly changed direction and flew towards the place where the crowd was most dense.
"Ahh Several screams sounded one after another, and seven or eight disciples with low cultivation couldn't resist it, and they were pierced through their chests by countless wickers, and a mouthful of blood spurted out, and they died
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