Creation Color Master

Hei Jiu was already fighting with Bai Feng at this time. Bai Feng's footwork was graceful, and he moved freely among the rats. While launching sneak attacks and wandering around, he would occasionally swing out a white feather talisman blade to kill rats one by one.

Hei Jiu looked at Bai Feng running around and suddenly became furious. There was endless murderous intent in his eyes and he even looked crazy.

[Beast Taming Magical Skill--Blood Refining Escape Technique]

I saw the bodies of countless gray rats in the swarm began to swell, and with a bang, countless rats turned into blood mist and were absorbed by the white demon rats in the swarm.

The white rat demon that absorbed the blood mist became extremely fast, and its speed was almost the same as Bai Feng's. After a fight, Bai Feng was made a little embarrassed.

Although a large number of gray rats exploded, these were just ordinary rats and would not affect the combat effectiveness of the rat colony at all. Even the number did not show any decrease.

Seeing this, Bai Feng did not hold back and took off the thousand-down bird bag hanging around her waist. Suddenly, a large number of birds flew out, and the white flock of birds gathered in the air, as if turning into a white cloud floating in the sky.

Leading the group was a graceful wind-controlling cloud phoenix, followed by blue-eyed snow sculptures, polar ice birds, white-feathered sparrows and other bird monsters.

With the addition of a group of birds, Bai Feng instantly felt relieved and just watched the fight between the rats and birds leisurely from the side.

When the two military masters, Chen Hu and Yang Jiye, met, they didn't waste any time talking and started fighting directly.

The blood mixed with evil spirit in Chen Hu's body slowly condensed and transformed into the phantom of a resentful and ferocious pig above his head. Resentful energy rose from a butcher knife, which he wielded with great force in his hand, with every blow taking a life.

Yang Jiye seemed to be extremely disdainful, and he did not even gather the military spirit on his body. He just shook the big knife in his hand, making bursts of knife sounds. Blood bloomed on the knife, murderous intent erupted, and there was a faint roar of a ferocious beast on it.

The two men's swords were one long and one short. Yang Jiye's long sword opened and closed widely, up and down; Chen Hu moved flexibly with the sword, wanting to fight in close combat. The short sword in his hand was extremely fast, and each sword move was connected continuously.

Looking at Chen Hu's head again, the phantom of the ferocious pig condensed by evil spirits was roaring, as if it wanted to tear Yang Jiye into pieces.

Chen Gong and Liu Wenliang were also fighting fiercely. Liu Wenliang was holding a book with a black cover in his hand. The book was filled with yin energy, the wronged souls and evil ghosts were wailing miserably, and there was a cold wind blowing.

Chen Gong was protected by a righteous spirit, and his majestic eyes stared at Liu Wenliang, who was controlling the ghosts opposite him. His undisguised murderous intent was clearly visible.

"disease"

As Liu Wenliang's voice fell, the evil spirit in the book rushed straight to Chen Gong, with a pair of ghost claws surrounded by evil energy, as if it wanted to dig out the opponent's heart and lungs.

Chen Gong looked at the ghost claws that were getting bigger and bigger in his eyes, and encouraged the spiritual power in his body, and shouted: "Little evil ghost, you must be killed!"

[Confucian magic - verbal sparring]

A white light came with endless pressure, and the evil ghost let out a scream, and his soul was instantly destroyed.

Mrs. Wang was an expert at the art of riding a horse. The scent of incense on her head was mixed with endless evil spirit. The five immortals who rode horses stood in front of her and roared at Zhang Jue who was approaching slowly.

Zhang Jue said, "You kill innocent people indiscriminately to cultivate yourself, and your immortal family is even more wrapped in karma. It seems that you are not a good person either. You deserve to die in my hands."

After saying that, he didn't waste any words and just made some hand gestures. The power of thunder surrounded his body, like a god descending to earth.

The sound of thunder and lightning crackled all around. The power of thunder is the nemesis of demons and monsters, and it is also a famous Taoist skill. When Zhang Jue was possessed by the power of thunder, the five immortals were terrified.

The lineage of fortune-tellers is based on the path of transforming spirits into immortals. They need to eliminate demons and defend justice, punish and promote good, and earn merit from the way of heaven, until they shed their mortal bodies and achieve enlightenment.

But over the years, in order to improve her cultivation, she had already forgotten her original intention. In addition, for the sake of the power of incense, she had done all kinds of evil over the years, which resulted in karma befalling her and her cultivation had not improved at all. Everything was the result of cause and effect.

She was even more aware that the person in front of her had an immortal aura. Apart from the thunder on his body, he also had an endless aura of pressure, as if he was facing the way of heaven. He was a truly extraordinary Taoist master.

Of course, she didn't know that the Taoist Zhang Jiao in front of her almost overthrew a dynasty and changed the world in his previous life. Because he changed the yellow sky to the blue sky in his previous life, he had a trace of mighty heavenly power.

It was not until now that the witch realized how ridiculous the art of riding a horse that she had practiced all her life was. At the same time, she suddenly realized that riding a horse was to seek a ray of hope between heaven and earth, and everything was determined by heaven.

She had been on the wrong path from the beginning. Looking at the five companions who had always stayed by her side, she knew in her heart that they had known everything for a long time and that she had let them down.

Zhang Jue just watched and discovered everything from the witch's constantly changing expressions. It was a pity that she had taken the wrong path and wasted her talent.

After a battle, there were only a few shadow puppets left by Qu Youzhi. He stared at Chu Mo behind Yao Guangxiao with resentment.

At this time, Qu Youzhi was looking at Chu Mo with a ferocious face, and said: "Boy, of course it is the good karma. In just five years, you have achieved such an achievement. It seems that the skills passed down in your family are really extraordinary. It is worth my planning for so many years."

Chu Mo just quietly watched Qu Youzhi who was gradually going insane and said, "Humph, you are so cruel that you killed 127 people in my theater just for a book of skills. They were performing in the theater to make a living. They are so innocent. Why did you even plot against them?"

Upon hearing this, Qu Youzhi laughed loudly and said, "Of course you are naive. Do you think I really only practiced for that technique? To tell you the truth, the technique I practiced is the Bloodthirsty Shadow Puppets. Without their skins, how could I have these shadow puppets? Without their blood, how could I have achieved my current level of cultivation?"

Chu Mo was furious when he heard this and said, "You are really crazy and mad. It is not a pity for you to die today. Daoyan will kill him."

Yao Guangxiao nodded, and the Buddha shadow above his head raised his palm slightly, a ball of green flame rose from it, and then slapped towards Qu Youzhi.

The Qingming lamp is a kind of extremely yin and cold flame. It can burn the human body and the soul at the same time, and it brings the pain of devouring the soul and gnawing at the bones.

Qu Youzhi was not afraid and accepted everything calmly. However, he seemed unwilling to give up and controlled all the remaining shadow puppets to attack again.

"boom"

With one blow, all the shadow puppets turned into ashes under the light of the Qingming lamp. Qu Youzhi was knocked away and fell to the ground, spitting blood from his mouth. It was obvious that he was not going to survive.

At this time, Chu Mo felt relieved. He finally got rid of the enemy who killed his father and successfully avenged his father.

At this moment, Chu Mo seemed to see something incredible. He saw that familiar figure again in front of him, just like when he was a child, standing by and looking at him with a smile.

At this time, familiar figures appeared one after another. They all had smiles on their faces, and their eyes were full of relief when they looked at him.

In this scene, it seemed as if everyone had come alive, and it was as if he had returned to the theater when he was a child. Chu Mo saw his father's earnest teachings; he saw You Lao and others sitting in the theater playing musical instruments and singing; he saw Aunt Li and Uncle Zhang holding him with painted faces...

Scenes flashed by like a movie, and memories impacted his sea of ​​consciousness.

"Lord"

Chu Mo was brought back to reality by Yao Guangxiao's voice. He realized that his eyes were already wet and tears were sliding down from the corners of his eyes.

At this time, Chu Mo discovered that his mental power had broken through again, and it actually broke through to twelve places, which was equivalent to being able to control twelve leather puppets at the same level at the same time.

Chu Mo can make more plans for this.