Urban Witcher

"The five qi are united into one, gather the essence and return to the spirit, and get sick!"

Daofeng chanted a spell very rarely, and the five black qi immediately condensed together, like a spirit snake, constantly turning around the big seal, supporting the big seal, and continuously dissipating the spiritual power in it.

Qing Changfeng sneered, and chanted a mantra silently in his mouth, a divine light suddenly glowed in the great seal, instantly swaying the vitality of the Five Dynasties, and pressing down on Daofeng's head.

Daofeng hurriedly used the magic whip to resist, and in an instant, he felt an incomparable pressure, pressed down firmly, and his expression suddenly became dignified.

"How does my eight-direction spirit seal compare with your human spells?" Qing Changfeng said contemptuously while manipulating the seal.

"Then let you try."

Daofeng breathed a sigh of relief, shook his right hand, and flew out of his sleeve a blood-colored banner, the Blood Sea Ten Thousand Demon Banner. He has always kept this thing in his sleeve. Before that, Nangong Ying and Emperor Jianwen were hiding in the sea of ​​blood and flying out of the banner.

The blood-colored banner unfurled in the wind, and there were bursts of mournful howls from the middle. Countless ghosts trapped by the blood sea and demon banners rushed out in an instant and flew towards the clear wind. There were twelve other figures , also rushed out in an instant.

The Twelve Disciples of the Valley of the Wind headed by the ancient evil god.

"Rush up to Xuanyuan Mountain, shoot and kill!" Daofeng gave an order. If you want to play, play big.

This is Daofeng, he never thinks about how it will end, he doesn't care about karma, even if there are real gods living on Xuanyuan Mountain, he doesn't care, he just bears a few more infamy. As long as he can buy time for Ye Shaoyang, he can do everything... regardless of the consequences.

Qing Changfeng was startled, and ordered to the left and right: "Order the disciples of the Beidou Temple to go down the mountain and kill all the thieves!"

Those disciples who were standing stupidly ran up the mountain immediately, and one of them immediately turned back and asked hesitantly: "Patriarch, do you want to inform the gods of Lingshan?"

"Are you talking about those strange beasts?" Qing Changfeng snorted coldly, "When did I ask for their help in Beidouguan? You just need to call your master, master and ancestor to come over!"

The man had to be ordered to leave, but because of such a delay, he had already fallen behind several companions and was overtaken by the twelve disciples. He was in a panic and wanted to go up the mountain in a detour, but he was surrounded by the ancient evil gods, and they beat each other. After a few rounds, he lost immediately and was beheaded on the spot. His soul was shared among several people, even the essence was swallowed.

The few disciples before did not dare to stay, and sent people to go up the mountain all the way.

Qing Changfeng was furious, and arranged a barrier to block the ghosts in the blood sea and demon banners, and beat Daofeng by doing it.

"Daofeng, do you know what the consequences will be if you do this?"

Daofeng smiled lightly, as a response, raised his whip to meet him.

The battle continued in a more brutal way...

The battle on Lei Chi's side is no less deserted than here:

After Xingyuenu arrived, he didn't have time to do anything, and was discovered by Biqing, and immediately launched an attack with bloodshot eyes. She was already inferior to Xingyue Slave in strength, and she didn't have a corpse refining vat in hand. She was not an opponent, but had many helpers. Yang Gongzi also stepped forward to fight together, and the fight was fierce. Nangong Ying dared to come and found Xingyue Slave. Immediately told Biqing and Yang Gongzi to stop, and wanted to fight Xingyuenu.

"Zen Master Shanshan, help me." Xingyue Nu also guessed that he could not be the opponent of these three people, and said to an old monk who had come over beside him.

Chan Master Shan Shan is one of the three great elders of the Pan Gu Monk, his cultivation is as high as the sky, and he was practicing in the cloud forbidden area with two senior brothers. When he got a report, someone broke into the Thunder Pond. The two brothers would not be able to leave the customs for a while, so out of curiosity, he went down the mountain to find out.

When Xingyuenu and others fought, he kept watching from a distance and did not make a move. He was not watching the battle situation, but observing Ye Shaoyang and his group. I want to know who these people are from, and why they have come to cross the thunder pool to cross the tribulation.

When he saw the Donghuang Bell and the Nine-Tailed Sky Fox under the bell, he was also a little shocked. Just waiting to observe, he suddenly heard Xingyue Nu ask for help, shook his head immediately, took off the cassock, threw it over, folded his hands together, and chanted the mantra, the cassock instantly became huge, like a tent, covering both Biqing and Yang Gongzi went in. Leaving Nangongying and Xingyuenu singled out.

"Where is this place?" Biqing and Yang Gongzi looked around, seeing the endless darkness in front of them, they were horrified, the old monk was able to trap the two of them, this method is probably invincible.

"what to do?"

The two were contemplating in confusion, when suddenly a golden light shot down from the dark void, as if the black curtain had been opened a crack.

The golden light fell, and suddenly a golden lotus flower appeared in the sky above their heads, followed by a statue of Buddha sitting on the lotus platform. The two looked up and found that the Buddha statue looked like a man and a woman, neither male nor female. It was infinitely solemn, but there was a trace of sadness in its eyes.

The Buddha slowly opened his mouth, moved his lips, and spit out a series of mantras:

"Namo, Holatana, Duolayeye, Nanmo, Alaye, Polujiedi, Shuobalaye, Bodhisattva, Mahasattva, Maha, Galuni Gaya..."

It is the mantra of the Sanskrit "Great Compassion Mantra". It is said slowly by a neutral voice that cannot be heard from men and women. Sometimes it is close to the ear, and sometimes it is far away...

As the scriptures spit out one by one, both Yang Gongzi and Biqing felt a kind of pain like a hundred claws scratching their hearts. This feeling is indescribable. They flew up to smash the Buddha statue, but no matter how high they flew, the Buddha statue also flew up, always hanging three feet above their heads, constantly chanting mantras.

"Ah..." The two finally couldn't bear the erosion of the Taoist heart by the Sanskrit sound, they covered their ears one after another, curled up on the ground, and twisted in pain.

Outside, in the eyes of the onlookers, the cassock thrown by Zen Master Shanshan never fell off, but was always hanging above the heads of the two, only emitting a circle of golden light to cover the two of them.

There is no dark void, no Buddha and mantra.

But the painful performance of the two was seen by everyone.

"Vald donkey, what tricks are you using!" Xiaoma opened his mouth and cursed.

Sibao patted him on the head, "Don't accidentally hurt him, find a way."

At this time, their situation is not easy: the mixture of various feces has been piled up in a circle along the mine pool,