Chapter 615 Nine-word mantra
But the fighting method of the elegant middle-aged man in white robe seems quite strange.
I saw him making secrets with one hand, using a shining golden silk calligraphy treasure to transform into dense curse seals, surrounding them to form a protective shield, blocking all the attacks of the flying yaksha.
As for the other hand of the elegant middle-aged man, he holds an exquisite magic weapon called a wolf-hair brush. Whenever he writes in the air, the tip of the pen can condense many ancient seal characters, facing the white bone sword.
For a moment, the situation on the field was obviously at a stalemate.
Both of them are in the late stage of Jindan. Although the middle-aged Ruya is seriously injured, it is not easy for Black-faced Impermanence to defeat him in a short time!
But as time goes by, the injuries of middle-aged Ruya are gradually getting worse, and the situation becomes more and more unfavorable.
Seeing this situation, Hei Mian Wuchang was so happy that he couldn't help but sarcastically said:
"Jie Jie Jie~! Liu Congwen, Liu Congwen, weren't you crazy during the auction that day? Today I will let you see if I, the monk from Mingyin Mountain, can do anything wrong in this remote place in Liangzhou. !”
Hearing this, the elegant middle-aged man named Liu Congwen across from him couldn't help but look extremely ugly, and he angrily shouted on the spot:
"If I hadn't fought so hard, I would have been seriously injured. How could I have been intercepted by an old ghost like you? It's simply despicable and shameless!"
As he spoke, the elegant middle-aged man felt helpless secretly.
After all, after taking the spiritual fruit, many golden elixir masters in Wangyue Fairy City were eyeing him. In order to avoid accidents, he could only lurk temporarily, intending to avoid the sharp edges and find an opportunity to escape.
But faced with such a great opportunity as Ling Ying Guo, how could the masters of the golden elixir give up so easily!
As a result, when Liu Congwen left the city, he accidentally exposed his traces and was besieged by many Jindan masters.
In the end, relying on the foundation of the top-level monks, he exploded several powerful top-grade magic weapons, and at the cost of serious injuries, the elegant middle-aged man managed to break out and fled all the way to the border of Liangzhou.
However, just when he was secretly glad to have escaped, he never expected that the wily black-faced Wuchang was waiting here in advance, blocking the only way to Qingzhou Haoran Academy, and secretly carried out a sneak attack. Act of.
Because of this, the current critical situation has just occurred!
As for the black-faced Wuchang not far away, when he saw Liu Congwen's injuries worsening, a greedy look suddenly appeared in his eyes, and he quickly threatened in a cold tone:
"So what if I grabbed the Spiritual Fruit? I've been hiding in Wangyue Fairy City for more than half a year, and I haven't ended up in such a miserable end! Don't say that I won't give you a chance. If you take the initiative to hand over the "Spiritual Infant Fruit", I might be able to let you go. A way out!"
After hearing this, Liu Congwen on the other side snorted coldly and said in a very strong tone:
"There is no reason to give up such a heaven-defying opportunity to advance to the Nascent Soul. This old ghost is simply dreaming!
As soon as he said these words, Black Faced Impermanence's eyes couldn't help flashing with cold light, and then he said in a cold voice with murderous intent:
"Very good! The Confucian monks really have backbone! In that case, I will extract your soul and refine it later, and refine your corpse into a flying yaksha, which can also increase your strength a little! Ghost Crying Sword, Ji~!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Black Face Impermanence's aura surged again, and the Yin Qi contained in the bone sword suddenly became much stronger.
Even the invulnerable Feitian Yaksha suddenly went crazy with green light in his eyes. A pair of sharp claws kept attacking, attacking intensively on the shield formed by the gold-lettered book and silk, causing him to tremble slightly. more than.
Seeing this situation, Liu Congwen, the Confucian scholar opposite, couldn't help but turn solemn. Then without saying a word, he spat out a mouthful of rich blood essence, which was completely absorbed by the wolf-hair brush in his hand.
At the same time, he looked solemn and chanted in a high tone:
"With a little bit of awe-inspiring energy in my heart, the heaven and earth are thousands of miles away! How dare the demons and ghosts be so rampant? Look at the nine-character mantra of my Confucian sect to destroy demons!"
As soon as he finished speaking, he saw a majestic and righteous energy rising from Liu Congwen's body. Even the cold ghost energy that was raging around him was swept away in an instant as if he had encountered a nemesis.
At this moment, the middle-aged monk with an elegant temperament seemed to have transformed into an ordinary scholar, and there was even a strong atmosphere of books surrounding him.
At the same time, the golden light of the langhao brush in his hand shone brightly, and with a sudden wave, he started writing quickly in mid-air.
After a short while, there were Lin, Bing, Dou, Zhe, Jie, Formation, Row, Front, and Line. A whole nine golden ancient characters were transformed out of thin air, and they were arranged in order to suppress the "Flying Yaksha" and the magic weapon "Ghost Crying Sword". go.
"Boom~~!"
Along with a burst of intensive explosions, the originally ferocious "Flying Yaksha" and the top-grade magic weapon bone sword were actually beaten back by the golden characters, as if they encountered some restraining force.
Seeing this scene, Qin Tian, who was lurking several miles away, couldn't help but have a look of surprise in his eyes.
After all, he had already heard about the different schools of Confucianism and immortality since he entered the Nine Provinces. Now that he saw it with his own eyes, he was naturally quite surprised. It was really eye-opening.
However, Qin Tian did not dare to make any changes. Instead, he activated the Yin Yuan Jue to the extreme to avoid accidentally exposing his traces.
Seeing the fighting situation, Hei Mian Wuchang in the field couldn't help but look gloomy. He immediately made a series of blood seals and controlled the Feitian Yaksha and the Bone Sword to stabilize the situation.
At the same time, he raised his hand and suddenly sacrificed a ten-foot-high white bone flag magic weapon with black mist all over it, and shouted coldly:
"The ghosts of the underworld are coming to the world, and hundreds of ghosts are walking at night~!"
As the voice fell, the black mist on the surface of the flag was seen swirling, and a huge strange vortex appeared. Inside, countless green-faced, fang-toothed, disheveled evil ghosts roared out densely.
The yin energy was so dense that it almost covered the sky and the sun.
Even among those evil ghosts, there were not only a large number of Qi Refining ghosts, but also many Foundation Establishment ghosts. Even the wronged ghosts of the Golden Core Stage had several!
It can be seen that the Black-faced Impermanence came from a top force and had a fierce reputation. His life magic weapon was also so powerful. His strength was definitely the best of the same level!
Not long after, in just a few breaths, under the impact of countless wronged ghosts, the light curtain around Liu Congwen, which was transformed from the golden silk book, finally couldn't resist and shattered.
Even the silk calligraphy treasure itself suddenly lost its spiritual light and spirituality, and then exploded uncontrollably, turning into confetti all over the sky.
As for the nine-character mantra that was originally shining with golden light and powerful, its surface brilliance quickly dimmed, and cracks appeared all over its body, obviously unable to bear the weight.
At this moment, the flying yaksha and the white bone sword that were lingering nearby suddenly attacked at the same time, and madly strangled the elegant middle-aged man.
