The ghost was still trying to continue chasing. Zhuang Wudao had already flashed and stopped it between one man and one ghost. The black ghost fog ignored it and directly divided it into two, trying to bypass him.

Zhuang Wudao laughed silently. With a snap of his finger, there were another thousand star fire god butterflies flying out of his sleeve.

In theory, everything that comes into contact with Shi Mingjing Flame will be petrified. However, the firepower of these Star Fire God Butterflies can be internally bound. Usually, the flame power will only explode when Zhuang Wudao's thoughts move.

And at this moment, a large amount of black fog was turned into gravel by the dancing star fire god butterfly and sank into the water.

The ghost suddenly let out a loud voice. Although Zhuang Wudao's attack did not hurt its roots, it also caused it to suffer a lot.

Finally, I realized that the three of them here are the strongest and the ones who have the ability to kill them is Zhuang Wudao, not Zhiyuan.

As the black fog gathered, the sword light broke, and a sword shadow like a train, directly slashed the thousand Star Fire God Butterflies and shattered most of them. Then they slashed at Zhuang Wudao's head and neck, with the sword force soaring like a galaxy.

"Basadoni, immovable Ahgan Seal"

Zhiyuan in the distance formed a magic seal again and penetrated a golden light into Zhuang Wudao's body.

Zhuang Wudao suddenly felt lighter, and the power in his body also increased, almost twice as much. Knowing that this was the effect of Zhiyuan's blessing of Buddhism, he immediately laughed softly, and then slapped it out with a palm. A large slamming monument also hit the cold sword.

This palm is also as high as 1,200 elephant powers, but Zhuang Wudao did not use any mysterious magical powers. His feet were still motionless, like a mountain.

On the contrary, the Yin Blue Sword in his hand was forcibly slapped into pieces by him.

The intention of Xing Wuji and the Fist of Broken Mountains and Rivers suppressed them, causing the black fog to shrink all, and no longer the momentum of the previous demonic flames.

In fact, there is no entity, and the sword is not a substantial sword body. It relies entirely on the sword weapon it depends on to gather sword energy and then extract the Gengjin spirit from heaven and earth to transform it into. Although it is not a real sword, it also has the ability to hurt people, but there is still a huge gap compared to those real spiritual swords.

This is also because Zhuang Wudao heard that this third-level ghost was not afraid of it.

"Brother Zhuang is indeed awesome"

Yan Dingtian laughed loudly, and his figure stood not far away, but did not help. Instead, he spread the twelve "green-eyed divine beads, and then he made more than a dozen talismans in succession, floating in all directions. He was so simple and neat, and arranged a small spiritual array.

"Nine Palaces and Eight Poles, Dragon Flame Burns the City"

As the talismans burned, seventeen fire dragons rushed in from all directions, making this thousand feet of radius seem to have turned into a sea of ​​flames.

It is truly a fire that burns gold and eats iron. On the outside, a powerful talisman barrier is formed, blocking this hundred feet of space.

Even Zhuang Wudao couldn't help but secretly praise the words. What made them afraid of the third-level monster the most was not their swordsmanship or other, but their elusive ability. Yan Dingtian used magic array to seal a hundred feet of land, and used magic to summon dragon flames and fires, spreading them here. No movement or change of this villa could escape the spiritual consciousness of the three people.

In the flames, the ghost finally showed his true body with a tragic howl. However, it was a figure who was only six inches tall. He was wearing a Taoist robe, short, blood-red eyes, and a gray-black and violent aura on his face.

Although he was in the flames, he had a layer of yin and cold evil power all over his body, protecting it from being injured by the flames. The long sword that had dispersed before gathered again in a moment, from bottom to top at a tricky angle, and then another sword was striking. As fast as thunder and lightning, his eyes were almost difficult to capture. It was also because of the advantages of the body of the ghost, so it was so abrupt.

"Is it the ghost magic body?"

Zhuang Wudao exclaimed in surprise, his eyes were filled with surprise. This 未分类 was clearly made by the soul sacrifice of the Lihan Palace. During his lifetime, he should have been a peak foundation-building monk, and almost completely retained the sword skills of this person. The Yin Soul Magic Body refers to this fang that has condensed into a soul body, which can be regarded as a preliminary soul cultivation. The biggest difference between the 未分类 is that there is no spiritual orifice, so the combat power of the same level is far inferior. However, having the Yin Soul Magic Body is different. With the soul as the body, it can open the soul orifice and have independent spiritual intelligence. It is simply two different things from those ordinary 未分类.

It’s just a pity that the one in front of him is still bound by the sword weapon and is unable to escape independence.

The sword was so powerful that it was full of evil spirits. Zhuang Wudao did not dare to rashly use the method of moving the universe to leverage the force to attack the force. With the sword technique, the thunder and apricot sword hairpin immediately carried purple thunder all over the sky to fight with the Yin Blue Sword Light.

With a sharp sound, the Yin-Han Evil Sword dispersed slightly, but it instantly condensed again and stabbed his eyebrows. Zhuang Wudao had no choice but to use his thoughts to move the Lei Xing Sword Hairpin to resist it again.

This time, the sword turned into smoke and dispersed before it got close. Then there were a series of changes in light and shadow. The two of them drew their swords very fast, and they could fight more than thirty swords in one breath.

The Thunder Apricot Sword Hairpin and the Dutian Divine Thunder have the ability to overcome evil. After Zhiyuan's "Don't Move Agama Seal and the blessing of Buddhism, the sword light shines brilliantly and can completely wipe out the evil atmosphere. However, it cannot withstand this ghost, accumulated over millions of years, and its evil power is endless. The evil sword instantly fought with Zhuang Wudao for more than a hundred times, and it also collapsed fifty or sixty times, but it can always recover instantly. The sword force always disperses and gathers again, disperses again, and is erratic.

With Zhuang Wudao's swordsmanship, he was actually at a disadvantage and could only passively defend. Before, he had only divided part of his mind to control the sword, and part of his attention was to gauze the weakness of this ghost, and his fists were ready to go

Gradually, Zhuang Wudao had to devote all his energy to fighting with him, and try his best to adapt to the opponent's sword rhythm.

Fortunately, this swordsman was only the foundation-building level of his life, and his spiritual intelligence was far from enough to change his swordsmanship. At this time, there were Zhiyuan and Yan Dingtian nearby to help, and it was not because he fought alone.

At some point, Zhiyuan had taken out a five-ring tin staff from the void precepts, with the pointed rod on the ground, chanting the Buddhist scriptures with his mouth, and adorning the treasure.

Below the feet, with the tip of the staff as the core, a huge "zh" is opened, the word "Buddhist" is written on it.

"Pushudami, do not move the demon-subduing seal"

After a full ten breaths, the sealing method was completed. The word "zh" and the Buddhist scripture suddenly rose into the air. It reached a hundred feet above the heads of the people, and then suddenly fell. Countless golden scriptures rotated around the word "zh" and it was like a giant golden bell that suddenly covered it.

Yan Dingtian perfected the formation on the periphery, making the seventeen fire dragons even more powerful, biting the ghost, and in addition, Yaokong Yu even launched the ring knife, aroused the Buddhist treasure light inside the blade, and slashed at the ghost.

I don’t know what kind of practice this person is, and the Buddhist magic weapon can be used in a similar way without any obstacles.

The ghost clearly sensed the crisis, and avoided the Lei Xing sword hairpin for several consecutive swords. Then he suddenly inserted his sword into the ground and forcibly broke through the stone slab under him. Suddenly, countless evil spirits and the spirits of the five elements rushed out from under the stone slab.

The third-level ghost also took advantage of the momentum and turned into a sword, gathering a ten-foot sword light, soaring into the sky. The word "zh, the Buddhist essay falling from the sky, was instantly smashed into pieces.

"evil creature"

Zhiyuan's face turned pale and his energy was floating, and it was clearly impacted. The tip of the tin staff knocked on the stone slab again, and then another ball of Buddha's light gathered at the tip of the staff.

"Ahandosheva, without moving Thousand Hands Seal"

In the void, dozens of Buddha palms with arms lengths of ten feet were suddenly stretched out, all of which were full of Buddha power, and they were catching the sword light that turned into by the monster.

The sword ghost turned into black fog and gathered into human form. First, another yin and cold sword condensed. Then, one transformed into two, two transformed into three, and three sword lights twisted in one wheel, cutting off all the dozens of Buddha's palms. The sword sword that Yan Dingtian cut off was without any suspense, and was hit back by this third-level jinn.

After a while, it was actually organized and showed the strength of the third level. It was simply easy to say that the three people joined forces and easily broke through.

Zhuang Wudao smiled instead, with his eyes shiny. His divine thoughts finally captured the true weakness and core of this ghost. His thoughts were immediately locked tightly, and no matter how this beast changes, it will be separated.

This ghost, the body elsewhere, can be reborn and reunited immediately after being cut off. Only this point locked by him at this moment is the core of this evil spirit.

"Dutian Yudao, please help me, the two divine thunder Tianfeng."

A huge purple thunder struck and merged with the Thunder Apricot Sword Hairpin. The sword also emerged from the air and walked like a shuttle

The secret style, even if it is not a mysterious magical power, has fast sword skills.

"The donor of Zhuang is indeed powerful, Zhiyuan admires it"

Zhiyuan obviously noticed Zhuang Wudao's intention, and laughed and only recited the Buddha's name. There was a layer of golden light immediately, which was also blessed on the sword body. Yan Dingtian also held the seal in his hand and attracted him. Seven fire dragons rushed upwards, wrapping up the black-brown sword light in the lightning, taking advantage of the momentum to help retreat.

The third-level ghost let out a roar like a roar. Since Zhuang Wudao locked its Yuanhun core, he was already panicked and slashed out dozens or hundreds of sword lights in succession, trying to resist. The body continued to disperse and gather, gathering and dispersing again, trying to get rid of Zhuang Wudao's soul lock.

However, Zhuang Wudao's sword intent was always firm and secure. The same was true for the Lei Xing sword hairpin. With the blessing of Zhiyuan Yan Dingtian, the power of a sword was even enough to match the Jindan cultivator.

It was as powerful as a bamboo shoot, piercing through the heavy sword light, but just when Zhuang Wudao was about to smash this third-level ghost into pieces.

However, the three of them saw a black fog above, and the ghost was gone.
Chapter completed!