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Chapter 878

"Hmph, aren't you Akiri King? How could you be afraid of these little people..."

Song Li sneered, but he didn't stop in his hand. A little later, huge ink words appeared on the back of the stele.:/

"Huchuan City, the governor of Huchuan Prefecture, Liang Jinglun, died in the qi of Yinque."

"boom……"

When Song Li finished speaking, a loud noise jumped out of the famous stele. A little later, there was a ray of ghost in the place where the famous stele was condensed. Unlike those faces, this ray of ghost not only had a face, but also had a body shape.

Liang Jinglun looked like a scholar, waiting coldly for Chen Yuran not far away. When he appeared, all his faces suddenly disappeared without a trace.

When these faces disappeared, Chen Yuran's pressure suddenly dropped. He let out a long sigh, feeling relieved.

After half a breath, the disappearing face suddenly condensed behind Liang Jinglun. At this time, they condensed into complete soul bodies. They sat cross-legged and murmured, as if they were chanting some kind of spell.

And among these whispering mantras, a faint light shone from Liang Jinglun's body, and black yin energy continued to gush out from his soul body.

"These people are actually blessing its yin energy..."

As a powerful man on the fifth level of clone, after a little, Chen Yuran discovered the mystery and couldn't help but exclaim. He had long seen that there were many ghosts gathering in Song Li's soul banner. Although the momentum was cold, he was not afraid. It was just a magic weapon for the soul banner to sacrifice and refine it.

But when he saw this scene, he understood that the soul banner was different from the magic weapon he remembered. These ghosts were not sacrificed by the soul banner. Instead, they still had their own consciousness in this soul banner, and they could actually fight with their own consciousness. This means that the owner of this soul banner can use it to sacrifice nearly 200,000 soldiers with independent consciousness, and such ghost soldiers can be almost not destroyed, because the ghost is defeated and can be condensed again.

With the blessing of hundreds of ghosts, Liang Jinglun's soul body like scholar undergoes various changes. At this time, he is like a general. Although his body is surrounded by yin energy, he has no sense of evil.

Suddenly, Liang Jinglun's soul body flew out, and a spear formed by the gathering of yin energy appeared in his hand, stabbing it out with one shot and heading straight for Chen Yuran's chest.

"The evil thing, I also want to fight with Ari and destroy it..."

Chen Yuran, who had just pulled out of his mood, looked at Liang Jinglun's soul body and shouted violently. The Red Sun Wheel, which was parked in the air, rotated back, and the speed was also extremely fast, directly breaking Liang Jinglun's soul body.

"Uh, I'm not afraid of Akari's attack..."

The Red Sun Wheel passed through Liang Jinglun's soul body, as if it was shuttled into the air, but soon he captured it. Although Liang Jinglun's soul body did not collapse under the attack of the Red Sun Wheel, its momentum was much weaker.

"Isn't it just that I lose some strength? I'll make up for it."

Through the famous monument that was like a hill, although Song Li could not see the battle situation, he felt clearly. Although Liang Jinglun's soul body was hit as soon as he attacked, Song Li was not panicked at all, as if he had expected it.

The brush strokes in his hand became more powerful, and the ink black of the brush tip turned into flowing light. A personal name was under the brush tip. The ghosts appeared together, sitting cross-legged among the soul groups, chanting magic spells, and removing the blessing of Weiliang Jinglun's soul body. Almost instantly, the lost momentum on Liang Jinglun's soul body recovered.

"this……"

Chen Yuran let out a silence, extremely shocked. If this were the case, there would be hundreds of thousands of ghosts in the soul banner. It can be said that the soul body fighting against him would be full of power.

He was stumbled, and the spear condensed by Liang Jinglun's soul body broke through the air and attacked. The huge resentment condensed into a cyclone at the tip of the spear, and penetrated straight into Chen Yuran's body.

Chen Yuran's eyes stagnated, and in an instant, a true qi formed in front of his body to defend himself. As the defense was just formed, Liang Jinglun's shot arrived.

"Shisheshesheshesheshesheshesheshesheshesheshesheshesheshesheshesheshesheshesheshesheshesheshesheshesheshesheshesheshesheshesheshesheshesheshesheshesheshesheshesheshesheshesheshesheshesheshe

The spear tip was constantly rotating and inserted into the air wall. Even if the spear was condensed by the cold and cold energy, even if the defense was formed by the true energy, it was still like metal, and bursts of fire were drawn out.

"A ghost, its strength is so terrifying..."

Chen Yuran was inevitably surprised. He had thought of thousands of ways to fight with Song Li, but never thought that Song Li would control the ghost to fight him.

Liang Jinglun's soul body looked like a scholar, but it was extremely violent. Seeing that a shot did not stab Chen Yuran, he moved his left hand and suddenly a Mo knife formed by Yin Qi appeared. Without saying a word, he directly cut towards the air wall that blocked it.

"Bang bang bang..."

Each sword of Liang Jinglun consumed the Yin Qi in his soul body, but the Yin Qi consumed was soon supplemented by the newly appeared Yin Qi under Song Li's command.

On the other hand, Chen Yuran, although the condensed air wall can block any attack from Liang Jinglun's soul body, it will consume true energy. Although for him, a powerful clone, that little true energy is nothing, it is not a long-term solution.

Song Li held the Ghost Judgment in his hand and waved it from the air. Although his eyes did not look at Chen Yuran, his eyes were clear and clear, but he was aware of the battle between Chen Yuran and Liang Jinglun's soul body.

After defending for a long time, Chen Yuran frowned slightly. Liang Jinglun's soul body became more and more brave as he fought, which really made him feel bored. He had only confronted Song Li with one move until now, and was trapped in a battle with the ghost, which was really a huge difference from his expectations.

"boom……"

At this moment, the entire Fanri Mountain suddenly fell into shaking, and the rumbling sound was as if it was about to break through the sky.

"This is……"

Song Li pondered, looked around, and a hint of worry arose in his heart.

"Haha, Master is about to break the formation. When Master breaks the ban on Pari Mountain, it will be your death date..."

Chen Yuran, who was trapped in a hard battle, knew in his heart that although his cultivation level was a little stronger than Song Li, his actual combat ability was indeed comparable. It was very difficult to kill Song Li. Fortunately, the Lord was breaking the barrier at this time and gave him hope. At this time, his purpose changed from killing Song Li to dragging Song Li until the Lord came out of the barrier.

Immediately, five black air columns rushed out at the foot of the mountain just north of the Rishan Mountain. When these five air columns rushed towards, the famous monument beside Song Li also began to sing and vibrate slightly.

"This is, this is the resentment condensed by the ghost."

Because he was intimate with the 200,000 ghosts in the Jinglun Soul Banner, thinking of the five giant towers of golden characters he saw in the illusion, Song Li immediately guessed what the black air column was.

When I was young, the five pillars of qi that soared into the sky began to condense and form one.

Just when Song Li wanted to continue to observe what the five qi pillars were rushing out, there was also a loud noise on the other side, the same as the situation in the north of Fanri Mountain, five qi pillars soared into the sky, and then a little later combined into one.

"Boom, boom, boom."

This is true at the five different directions at the foot of the mountain in the Rishan Mountain, but after the last loud bang, the qi column that rushed out was not five, but three, and the qi column that finally gathered together was not as thick as the other four.

And where the three pillars of air rushed out was the illusion that Song Li discovered.

Moreover, Song Li also found that the positions of these five qi pillars are quite mysterious, and they are connected to each other, which are the five elements layouts that are mutually generated and integrated.

Five air columns connect the sky, hovering upward, wrapping the entire mountain of patriotic mountains.

"Is this going to wrap the entire Fanri Mountain and send it to the sky?"

Song Li sighed inwardly, looking at the five winding pillars of air, there was no way to go, and the patriarch mountain under his feet had already begun to move.

Dongdongdongdongdong...

At this time, there was a muffled sound from the bottom of Fanri Mountain that hit the ground. After dozens of muffled sounds, the entire mountain began to tilt and began to rise with the winding of the air column. However, a little later, Fanri Mountain, who was going up the mountain, suddenly stopped.

"Hmph, Song Li, if it weren't for your destruction, the mountain of companion had already taken off the sky, and the emperor would have broken the formation and restored freedom. Now it's all your fault."

Chen Yuran stared at the air column whose power was much smaller than the other four air columns, and shouted angrily.

What he said is right, because he has indeed had nearly 200,000 ghosts, so the resentment that the risen at that place is not enough to lift his companion, which has become a burden to the entire formation.

Seeing this, Song Li couldn't help but sigh. He now knew nothing about this master and did not want this master to break through the formation and come out at this time.

"Hmph, Song Li, don't be too happy too early. It's just a 200,000 ghost souls that will definitely not be difficult for the Lord, it's just taking more hours..."

Chen Yuran seemed to see what Song Li was thinking, and couldn't help but sneer.

"I hope this Lord will appear before you die."

At this time, Song Li had no choice but to do with this formation. He could feel the rising resentment. Even if he had a strong body as strong as a god, he could not get close to it, let alone destroy it in the past. Instead of worrying about gains and losses, it would be better to make up and get rid of Chen Yuran in front of him first.

Thinking of this, Song Li calmed down and shouted lightly. The ghost judge in his hand suddenly became bigger. His appearance looked quite similar to the spear used by Liang Jinglun's soul body. The ink-black tip was extremely sharp.

When Song Li tried a little hard, Gui Jue's pen tip seemed to be scratched on the paper, slightly bent, and several strokes were drawn in the air. The air that was scratched by Gui Jue formed an air groove.

A little later, Song Li became more stern and looked at it and outlined a huge word "Chen".

When the word "Chen" appears, the entire air seems to burst, and dozens of ghosts suddenly appeared from the Jinglun Soul Banner.

And these dozens of ghosts are the Chen family ghosts that Song Li had just taken into the Jinglun Soul Banner. Most of them are Chen Yuran's relatives, and even the princess he loved very much.

Even though these ghosts have not been completely refined by the Jinglun Soul Banner, when they approached Chen Yuran, the fear and anxiety appeared on Chen Yuran's face even more.
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