Pick up a god to cultivate immortality

The disciples of the Ghost Sect who were blown away by Zi Mingzhu with her dragon breath were swept up and down in the sky by the storm. They couldn't help but circle back and forth in the sky, and finally finally landed on the ground. A group of people were like dead leaves in winter, clattering. It fell to the ground, still screaming in pain and rolling all over the ground.

"Her breath is like a storm! How can we fight?" One person said with a sad face.

"Don't be afraid, there are only two of them!" the other one said to encourage himself.

"That man just blocked all of our attacks by himself. Now there's an extra dragon. Can we still leave alive?" The person before gave him a blank look.

"Xuan Yuan Liang is dead, and the methods of us people are not even as good as his, so how can we fight!"

"That's right, even our master's body has been destroyed. I'm afraid the end for the rest of us will be even worse!"

Everyone started talking and complaining quietly.

Not to mention that the Taoism itself has a restraining effect on ghost cultivators, that is, magic weapons, and most of the spells are also targeted at ghost cultivators. Regardless of whether they use ghosts or zombies, as long as the Taoism that ghost cultivators are good at is basically restrained.

The only person they relied on was their master, Ghost King Xue Xue. Now Xue Xue's body has been destroyed, and only his soul is left struggling to support him. In addition, he was trapped in the formation all night. The disciples of Guimen Sect I was already exhausted and had the intention of quitting.

"How dare you bully my brother Qingfeng, I'm going to beat you all over the place!"

In order to give Qingfeng some air, Zi Mingzhu decided to drown all these people. She might not be very strong on land, but in the water, that was her territory.

It just so happened that she and Feng Lishang had the same idea.

Feng Lishang felt that Luo Qingyan was good at land combat. She had seen it during the previous battle at the Guimen Sect's altar. Water fighting was Luo Qingyan's weakness. But as a water magician, fighting in the water is also a bonus for her, which is what she is good at.

"The vicissitudes of life!"

"The stormy sea!"

Feng Lishang and Zi Mingzhu cast their spells in unison, then looked at each other in surprise, snorted at the same time and turned away with disdainful expressions.

Both of them are big bosses, and because they are so powerful, they have just used their methods to shake the earth, thunder is rolling, the roaring and cracking sound is like an earthquake, and the terrain has changed in an instant. Huge changes, I saw large areas of cracked lines appearing on the thick ice, and the cracks actually stretched for dozens of miles. Then, huge waves appeared for no reason, and the ice floes of different sizes floating on the water were blown away. They all crashed into the deep water, and bursts of white mist rose up. Looking far into the distance, a vast ocean rolled wildly, and standing on the endless water, the Sanskrit Palace was like a lonely boat, helpless and teetering.

Zi Mingzhu jumped into the deep water without hesitation and came out in the form of a white dragon. Her huge head stared coldly at the group of people from the Ghost Sect, as if looking at a group of dead people.

But Feng Lishang was still knitting, and a swirling water column immediately appeared on the water. It was as thick as someone's thigh, like a flexible water whip that changed its shape in the air and twisted towards someone who was being wiped by the breeze. Luo Qingyan who grows liquid!