Taoist chanting

Each mantra has a faint merit, and its power is multiplied. Luo Moxie wants to escape but can't escape. It is no longer possible to bite the dream demon, and it grows weaker and shrinks as it growls.

The weak eat the strong, and the soul eater eats it forever.

No one will sympathize with him.

"Fellow Daoist, stay on the front line so that we can meet each other in the future, so why do you have to do everything?"

"Fellow Daoist, if you don't stop here, I swear I won't pursue today's grievances. How about we go our separate ways?"

"The forces in the upper realm are intertwined, and with the potential of fellow Taoists, sooner or later they will ascend..."

Cthulhu Luo Mo was struggling and wanted to use verbal threats to let the succubus, who had the upper hand, let him go.

Youmengchang went through all the hardships and came here to eat, enjoy a rare soul power from the upper world, soaring with joy, so he has no time to pay attention to the evil god's pleadings, submissiveness and secret poking threats.

And he is Meng Mei who is afraid of threats?

He has a way to erase most of the traces of cause and effect, unless his brain is flooded, he will let the evil spirits who have already vengeance go back.

If the evil god has the upper hand, will he be polite to him and ask him about the source of his heel?

Ah bah, what I despise the most is a guy who is bullying and afraid of being stubborn!

He didn't misread Taoist Zhang's potential, and he understood the mystery of the mantra to control merit so quickly.

The evil god was devoured, and the black mist was swept away by Yumengchang.

"Hahaha, happy, it's been a long time since I've had such fun fighting with people, today's fun, eat it up and wipe it off... hiccup!"

You Mengchang was a bit overwhelmed, his pure soul power was not inferior to that strand of evil god's soul that came to the lower realm, but his current cultivation level was not enough, and the evil god had eaten too many miscellaneous soul essence blood, he devoured them all in one go , too full, it takes a lot of time to slowly digest and absorb.

Fortunately, there is Taoist Zhang who recites scriptures every day, who can help him remove impurities and save him a lot of trouble.

The life and death contract signed with Taoist Zhang is a long-term contract.

Big deal.

Zhang Wenfeng looked at the much thicker old man Mengmei's soul, and asked with a smile, "Are you Mengmei or the Dream Demon?"

"Uh, it's the same thing, it's just called differently."

Seeing that the Taoist didn't believe it, You Meng said: "In ancient times, the Mengmei clan devoured souls unscrupulously, and fell into the notoriety of a succubus. In fact, it's just a different choice."

Zhang Wenfeng didn't bother with this question, and continued to ask: "You Daoist 5000 years ago, it seems that your cultivation was not only at the sixth level?"

An evil god who can project the lower realm with split souls must be at least level seven.

In this special environment, Yu Mengchang was able to compete with the evil god with his soul power, and he doubted You Mengchang's strength in his heart. This old guy didn't seem to have a word of truth?

He's not such a fool.

Chapter 644 Guanzhu, please prove that you are real

"Heroes don't mention the bravery back then, alas, in fact, the old man was neither brave nor scheming, a reckless fool who has been used as a gun for more than a thousand years, if the old man had a seventh-level cultivation, he would not be schemed by that old man, and he almost died The bleak result of death."

You Mengchang's tone was melancholy, he didn't want to create a gap with Daoist Zhang, whom he still had to rely on in the future, and said seriously:

"The soul power of Luo Mo evil god's lower realm is limited by the way of heaven, so it maintains a fifth-level strength. It is not much different from the soul power of the old man who has repeatedly fallen and recovered for 5000 years. He does not have a god to entrust his soul. Can’t show it. Of course, without the suppression of your mind power, fellow daoist, I can’t even hope to beat him, after all, I’ve lost too much time.”

Zhang Wenfeng fumbled to transform the soul body into a blurred human form, nodded slightly, not sure whether he believed it or not, looked at the mysterious empty space that enveloped them, the black mist cleared, the light here was soft, and curiously asked: "This is the 'domain,? "

It is recorded in the classics that masters of the sixth rank can master some of the rules of the world, and masters of the seventh rank and above can evolve "domains" through proficiency in the rules, forming more advanced supernatural powers.

"It's not a complete 'realm', it's a fake 'realm' created by the evil god with the help of soul power, otherwise the old man and you wouldn't be able to win him."

You Mengchang glanced at Daoist Zhang carefully, he has recovered the image of an old man with a cane and said with a smile: "Fellow Daoist got a blessing in disguise, endured the suffering of the evil wind and eroded the soul, tempered the soul more solidly, and now the state of mind If you exceed your cultivation base, you will be able to advance to the mid-stage Golden Core smoothly within a few years."

With a wave of his hand, a transparent strand of soul silk, about three inches long, was sent to Zhang Wenfeng.

"Fellow Daoists, feel free to accept the sliver of soul power that this old man extracted from the split soul of the evil god. The karma and imprints on it have been removed, so there is no need to rush to absorb it, just put it there and let it dissolve naturally, and slowly repair the loss of this time Soul power, nourishes and strengthens one's own soul power. We are in the same boat to tide over the difficulties, and the rule of sharing half of the benefits still needs to be said."

You Mengzhang didn't mean to take advantage of it all, and Zhang Daochang was very shrewd, he had learned it half a year ago.

How can he do such a stupid thing because of a small loss?

He just didn't want Zhang Daochang to be poor, who hasn't got a little secret that can't be told to outsiders?

Zhang Wenfeng held the soul silk containing the majestic energy with his hands, observed it for a while, and then asked You Mengchang a few questions about soul power, checked it several times and found nothing wrong, so he accepted the soul silk with confidence.

You Mengchang yawned, looking a little sleepy, and said: "The old man needs to use his deep sleep to digest the miscellaneous soul power he ate, and he won't wake up for a short time, fellow daoist, please go back."

He waved his sleeves, and a gust of wind hit his face. Zhang Wenfeng couldn't help but floated up and crashed into a dark place.

When Zhang Guanzhu came back to his senses, he saw two ancient scrolls floating above with a golden light, and suddenly felt at ease, and he returned to his body's sea of ​​consciousness.

The evil god was also cautious, setting a trap and using supernatural powers to pull his soul out of the sea of ​​consciousness, slowly tempering and concocting his soul in the false domain through the method of eroding the soul by the wind and wind, taking no time to rush, full of patience, if he broke into it headlong With his sea of ​​consciousness, he doesn't need the help of the old man Meng Mei, and he can kill the evil god by using the golden light of the ancient scroll.

It's all about experience, even Seizing the House and Melting the Soul have special skills.

Lu Zijin stared at the billowing black mist thirty feet away, feeling uneasy in his heart, worried whether the temple master would survive this catastrophe.

The demon-killing formation and evil-suppressing formation outside were arranged on several levels, just in case they were used to deal with evil gods.

The other team going to Duxian Island did not go well as expected. Although there are only eight fourth-level masters in Duxian City, there is a sword repairer who has made a breakthrough in swordsmanship, and many low-level monks who are mad at the same enemy , causing 12 people to suffer heavy losses.

Master Ge Baojun of the Great Qiang Kingdom, Gu Yunping, the Great Celestial Master of Da'an, and Xie Tuo, the new fourth-level witch cultivator of the Daliang witch clan, all fell.

The newly promoted Jindan Wanbo of Lingbao Temple lost his legs and was seriously injured. The rest of the monks were more or less injured. At the cost of damaging the two talisman puppet treasures, he finally killed seven master thieves, including the Sword cultivator ran away a fourth-rank thief cultivator who saw the situation was wrong, wiped out third-rank and second-rank cultivators inside and outside the city, countless mortals were killed and injured, blood flowed, the danger of that battle was different from that of Wandering Island.

Apart from sending Zhou Zhi and Chu Qing'er to hunt down and kill the fleeing enemies, the rest of the monks have already rushed to Wandering Island to meet up.

Those who are recuperating are recuperating, and those who have been arranged by others are making comprehensive preparations.

Most of the monks have a deep friendship with Guanzhu Zhang. If Guanzhu Zhang is merged and taken away by the evil god, then they will fight to the death and kill the evil god. They cannot allow the old monster Xue who is hiding to do harm to the world again.

After the battle is fought like this, there is no room for reconciliation. The threat of the Duxian Islands must be completely eradicated. A group of third-tier monks led by the fourth-tier monks from the Eastern Continent will guard this place, confiscating evil magic techniques, cultivating righteous forces, and so on.

When Lu Zijin kept moving around, his mood became more and more anxious.

Suddenly, the churning black air disappeared, and Zhang Wenfeng walked out with a slightly pale face.

"Guardian..."

"Lu Zi enters, withdraws, maybe he is not the master of the temple?"

Everyone outside the formation noticed the movement inside, and Tu Kun stared closely at the temple master who was calm and could not see any flaws, and sound transmission reminded Lu Zijin that he was worried that the donkey would approach impulsively.

Lu Zijin stood still at his feet, and shouted: "Monastery, I'm sorry, it's an emergency, you have to prove that you are the real temple master, not a fake who was taken away by evil gods."

On his body was a silver thunderbolt swirling around his bodyguard. Thunderfare and sword light were brewing, ready to launch a thunderous strike at any time.

It's just that no matter how you look at it, the host who looked astonished and then suddenly showed a surprised expression doesn't look like a fake.

Among all the people, he is the only one who believes in the master's invincible luck and his ability to turn disasters into fortunes. He has broken through many storms, and he doesn't believe that the master will be broken in the gutter of the god of bullshit.

Zhang Wenfeng scratched his hair and said with a smile: "Lu Zijin, you secretly spit into Uncle Lame's wine bowl, and Uncle Lame chased you three times after he found out, does that count as proof?"

Lu Zijin looked embarrassing, the naughty things in the past, he also remembered after being mentioned by the host.

He could hear the sound transmission behind him, come on, he is the only one who is the villain, and all those guys refused to show up, Lu Zijin shook his head and said: "They don't count, the evil god Duoshe can also look at you For the memory of the past, you have to come up with a proof that the evil god can't use it.

Seeing the temple master frowning and thinking without any haste, without any irritability, he was already sure in his heart that the temple master in front of him was a true temple master who was genuine and as good as a fake, and he was too familiar with the temple master's conduct and personality up.

Only when the temple master treats himself can he not lose his temper, calm down and find a way to solve the problem.

That evil god, who was always aloof and stinky, couldn't pretend to be as natural as the temple master.

He believed that the old man Tukun behind him could also tell the truth, but it seemed fun to embarrass the audience in public, and he almost couldn't hold back his laughter.

Zhang Wenfeng said with a smile: "I am reciting a scripture silently, please enlighten me!"

He knew that the donkey had seen the truth, and Piya's weird grin explained everything. The guy was deliberately watching his jokes, and he would give the donkey a pair of small shoes to wear when he got back.

As the invisible force spread outward, it touched the formation hundreds of meters away.

Numerous light spots and runes emerged, resonating with the power of thought, moving gracefully, and coexisting peacefully.

Even if the evil god took over everything from him, it was an ironclad proof that he couldn't control the power of thought and merit in a short period of time.

"Good, congratulations to Guanzhu Zhang for killing the evil god's soul, the merits and virtues are complete!"

Monk Fayuan no longer had any doubts in his heart, he flew into the formation, clasped his hands together with a comfortable smile on his face, and looked at Zhang Guanzhu who looked a little tired, he was very curious about what method Zhang Guanzhu used to defeat the evil spirit in the "domain" of the evil god , get out of the way?

Zhang Wenfeng clasped his fists in return and said politely, and signaled to everyone who entered the formation that Zhu Xun, Gu Quan and others were wounded, and there were several people who hadn't shown up, so it was inconvenient to ask more questions at this time, so he pointed to the northeast corner and shouted: " Old Freak Xue, the helper you invited for a frenzied sacrifice has already been executed, how long are you going to hide?"

You Mengchang swallowed a strand of the evil god's soul, knowing the cause and effect, and before falling asleep, told him the hidden location of the culprit.

Everything is done, and it's time to settle the accounts after autumn.

Chapter 645

After setting up the formation earlier, and waiting for Zhang Guanzhu to come out of the gap, monk Fa Yuan used the law of cause and effect to calculate the whereabouts of Old Monster Xue. Later, when Bailichun and the others arrived, Master Baili also devoted himself to deducing it again. The two vaguely counted Xue Guren Still on Wandering Island.

Under the eyes of many fourth-tier masters, it is impossible for Old Freak Xue to escape without anyone noticing.

They are going to wait for the battle between the evil god and Zhang Guanzhu to come to an end, and then work together to find out the whereabouts of Old Monster Xue.

Hearing Zhang Guanzhu's convincing words, pointing out where Old Monster Xue is hiding, Lu Zijin smiled and cursed: "Donkey day, you don't want to come out and die, right? Donkey master invites you with thunder! Go!"

The others did not compete with Lu Zijin, but prepared their own means of attack.

No one knows what kind of backhand the old monster Xue has. When he finds the old monster Xue, he is too lazy to talk nonsense with that old thief. .

Monk Fa Nan grasped the Zen stick in his hand tightly, the back of his hand was full of veins, he wanted to attack once more for Master Fa Nan.

"Bang Bang", five fist-sized bright silver thunderballs smashed into the ruins one after another.

The nearby thunder light jumped and spread into patches, flashed together, and there was a deafening bang, and a tunnel more than ten feet wide exploded on the ground, revealing a dark cave passageway that was emitting smoke from the side.

Tu Kun held the flying stone that had already been received in his hands, and looked down upon Lu Zijin, who was actually very good at using Lei Fa, and smacked his lips: "You are called thunder and rain, you need to practice more, it's a waste of money!" many."

His Flying Stone is extremely powerful, but it is troublesome to use it, and it will take decades of sacrifice and training to be handy and easy to retract.

Lu Zijin didn't argue with Tu Hufa, knowing that the old man was still contradicting the front, looking for his happiness and troubles.

He is always easy to talk when he has a bad temper, no matter how you joke with him or hit him, you don't feel at ease.

He controlled a thunderbolt to turn a corner and drill into the underground passage, and when it reached the end in a moment, he slammed into it with a "bang". To everyone's surprise, the thunderbolt easily blasted the restraint, and the spiritual sense swept away, and the situation inside was unobstructed.

"Hey, dead!"

"Old monster Xue has solved it!"

"It's his uncle, it's too cheap for him."

Everyone looked at the dead body wrapped in a black robe sitting upright in the secret room, and they were filled with righteous indignation and shouted and cursed.

Monk Fa Nan and Lu Zi flew into the passage for a few times, worried that the cunning old monster Xue would fake his death, and walked into the secret room cautiously. come out.

Monk Fayuan and Bailichun had seen Old Monster Xue's shriveled and ugly face, and they used the ebony hairpin and jade pendant from his hair to silently calculate the cause and effect.

Old Monster Xue used the lives of tens of thousands of mortals and most of the monks in the city as sacrifices to invite Luo Moxie's soul to the lower realm. He thought that he could sweep the monks from the Eastern Continent with confidence, but unexpected things happened one after another.

Misjudged the abilities of Guanzhu Zhang and Guanzhu Chen, and interrupted the process of walking down the altar of the evil god's soul.

Later, the evil god and Zhang Guanzhu were defeated in the battle for the soul, and even the shred of the soul was lost. Old Freak Xue's wish to get benefits from asking the gods failed, and he fell into a desperate situation. Knowing that there was no hope of escape, he rushed to find Soldiers committed suicide before.

The two announced Xue Guren's execution, and the others secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

"That's not right, Old Monster Xue died after being dismissed. He kept his soul intact and entered the realm of the underworld. He didn't have a good chance of being reincarnated? Maybe he has made sufficient preparations, and he is sure to be able to regain his senses for decades. After that... this old fox, he escaped with death, what a sinister plan!"

The more Zhu Xun spoke, the angrier he became, and he was so happy that he kicked Old Monster Xue's slough into the air.

The fall of the Great Celestial Master made him feel extremely bad.

Bai Lichun smiled bitterly, and said: "Now we can only hope that Old Monster Xue is a sinful man. The judge of the underworld will send Old Monster Xue to the [-]th floor of hell, make his soul suffer day and night, and wear away his spiritual soul. Don't turn around."

Monk Fayuan shook his head, and said: "Xue Guren's cultivating is a 'destroyer' who deviates from the righteous way. Maybe he is sure that he will not follow the common sense and go to the underworld to accept the judgment. How could you die in such a quiet way after trying every means to bite back?"

The rest of the people have already cursed impatiently. There were heavy casualties in this battle, but the culprit escaped, and there was no way to chase and guard against it. It would be decades before Old Monster Xue changed his face.

So fucking aggrieved.

Luzi took a mouthful of "donkey day's" and cursed at the loudest.

Zhang Wenfeng stretched out his hands to support the mana left by Old Monster Xue, so that no one else could use it to vent his anger, and said: "Everyone, please be safe, and let me think of a way, maybe it can make Old Monster Xue The idea is lost."

Zhu Xun suddenly remembered something, Zhang Guanzhu had friendship with Bai Wuchang from the Nether Realm, he had read the top-secret file back then, it was recorded on it, he hurriedly said: "Brother Zhang please cast a spell, no matter whether it succeeds or not, just do your best."

The rules of the underworld are different from the world, and it is extremely difficult to slightly interfere with the punishment of the underworld.

Zhang Wenfeng nodded with a smile. He was also unwilling to try one or two things. Bai Wuchang didn't see him and said nothing. He emptily carried Xue Laowei's remains and flew to the tunnel below, setting up restrictions to cover him. He walked through the passage into the secret room, put down the leftovers Slough, took out the incense table, placed drinks and spiritual fruits as sacrifices, lit three sticks of incense and held them in their hands, muttering.

After a long time, there was a slight fluctuation in the air.