"What should I do?" Qi Wufei said loudly.

He did not expect anyone to answer this question, and he had already begun to make the worst plans in his mind.

There are two ways now.

First, use Yuan Henry Zhen’s ultimate summoning move. If you can bring a killer move, you can solve this thing.

However, the probability of attracting a killer move is too low, and he needs someone to protect the law next to him to constantly use Yuan Henry Zhen.

Another way is to drag it all the time, until dusk, at the moment when the sunset is setting, and the day and night alternate, he uses the Killing Sword Art to kill the devil.

But the problem is that as the earth's yin energy condenses, the strength of the fog shadow man is gradually increasing, and it is a question whether he can delay until dark.

In addition, the bat demon is about to escape, which is the biggest variable and the most desperate thing.

They don't have much time anymore.

Neither of these two works, so I can only retreat first.

The giant blue whale legion of the Dragon Clan must not be able to save it. The thirteen seniors who fought against the Dragon Monster don’t know if they can leave the battlefield.

When it was really the last moment, Qi Wufei couldn't care about it. The most important thing was Widow Wang, Ao Ba, Wangcai and Si Chen. These people must go back safely.

At this time, Widow Wang almost wiped out the wolves on the ground with her own strength.

The Scarecrow Legion may have lost the support of the Black Mist Demonic Qi, and its number and strength are constantly decreasing. Under the flames from the sky of the Golden Phoenix, it has become destruction.

Widow Wang looked at the battle in the sky and shouted: "Xiao Qi, go and help Chairman Wan and others deal with the dragon. You must kill the dragon before the bat demon escapes, otherwise, we will not be able to escape!"

"What about here?"

"Leave it to us here."

Seeing that Widow Wang was speaking very firmly, Qi Wufei said, "Okay, Sister Wang, be careful!"

After saying that, he drove the Yi Ding sword and flew towards the sky.

Widow Wang rushed into the thick black clouds rolling on the ground.

The old yellow dog barked twice.

Widow Wang said to him: "Wangcai, hold on, I will suppress the yin energy in the ground and cut off the connection between them."

He shouted again, "Si Chen protects the Dharma!"

The golden pheasant flew over the heads of the last row of scarecrows, leaving behind a fire dragon, and came to Wang Qionghua's side.

Wang Qionghua sat cross-legged, stretched out her hand, spread the scroll in her hand, and the golden sword in her right hand turned into sixty-four golden needles again, flying up and down, and began to intersperse embroidery on the blank picture, and soon embroidered a gossip picture.

After embroidering the Bagua Picture, the golden needle did not return to her hands, but disappeared on the picture in a daze.

The eight hexagrams in the picture burst out with golden light.

Wang Qionghua held the whole painting over her head and gently sent it forward. The scroll flew up and flew over the foggy man.

The Fog Shadowman seems to be a little taboo about this painting.

A shrill and unpleasant howl came from the thick fog, and balls of black ink escaped from its body and shot into the sky like a cannonball.

Wangcai was ready, so he barked twice and blew up. His golden wings flapped a strong wind, blowing over the fog shadow man, surrounding the black ink balls.

Immediately afterwards, he waved his front paws and grabbed cracks of nothingness in the air. The Fog Shadow Man had to refocus on the attack of the old yellow dog.

Wang Qionghua pinched her hands and chanted the mantra in her mouth. The painting continued to grow bigger and quickly covered the sky of hundreds of meters in size.

The eight trigrams diagram in the painting began to rotate. After a while, one hexagram was divided into two hexagrams, two hexagrams were divided into four hexagrams, and four hexagrams were divided into eight, eight and sixty-four hexagrams, forming a sixty-four hexagram square and round diagram.

The Fog Shadow Man seemed a little impatient and wanted to attack the huge Sixty-Four Hexagram above his head, but was tightly entangled by the old yellow dog.

The black fog around it rolled violently, and the Yin Qi underground was gathering towards it.

There was a lot of black mist on the ground condensed like a snake, hissing and spitting out black letters, and crawling towards Wang Qionghua.

The golden pheasant circled around Wang Qionghua quickly, and the flames spread on the ground, and the black fog snakes disappeared into the flames, leaving a bad smell.

I heard Wang Qionghua say, "Dam is the sky, and the sky is in the northwest!"

The hexagram of Qian hexagram on the huge sixty-four hexagram diagram in the sky suddenly broke away from the picture, turned into a golden light, flew to the northwest, and turned into a golden sword, inserted into the ground in the northwest.

"Huh~his~heh~..." The fog shadow man made a strange sound.

A black stream appeared in the thick fog, like a black spear, shooting towards the golden sword inserted on the ground.

The sword burst out with golden light, blocking the tip of the spear, and the mist was like ink-colored flowing water, and it was bypassed by the golden sword.

Widow Wang shouted again: "Xun is the wind, and the wind rises southeast!"

The Xun Gua symbol on the Sixty-Four Hexagrams left the picture again, and the golden light flew to the southeast, turned into a golden sword, and inserted it on the ground in the southeast.

"Kun is earth, and earth is in the southwest."

The Kun Gua Talisman also flew out, turned into a golden sword, and inserted it on the ground in the southwest.

"Gen is a mountain, and the mountain is in the northeast."

"Li is fire, and fire shines south."

"Kan is water, and water gathers in the north."

"Dui is the Ze, and Ze is in the West."

"Zhen is wood, and wood comes out of the east."

So all the eight sutra hexagrams in the sixty-four hexagrams flew out, and turned into eight golden swords in eight directions: east, south, west, northeast, southeast, northeast, and northwest, and inserted into the ground.

The fog shadow man began to appear more and more anxious. It kept accelerating the underground yin energy, and then released more and more thicker black fog to attack Wang Qionghua.

Wangcai still resolutely restrained the fog shadow man himself, while the golden pheasant flapped his wings around Wang Qionghua and blocked the spreading black fog with flames.

Wang Qionghua changed her hand in her left hand and formed a sword technique with her right hand pointing to the scroll in the air, and shouted: "Tian Fenggu!"

The Gua on the drawing also disappeared and turned into a golden sword and inserted it onto the ground.

"Tianshan escapes, heaven and earth, wind and earth view, mountain peels, fire and earth, fire and heaven are great!"

Then, the Eight Trigrams of Gan Palace floated out of the drawings one by one, turned into golden swords, and fell on the surrounding ground.

Then there is Kan Palace.

I saw Widow Wang constantly changing the hand techniques of her left hand, pointing her right hand with a sword, and keeping reciting:

"Shuize Festival, water and thunder are stationed, water and fire are mixed, zehu fire is transformed, thunder and fire are abundant, earth and fire are bright, earth and water master!"

The Eight Trigrams of Kan Palace also flew out of the picture and turned into eight swords and inserted into their respective positions.

Then Gen Palace, Zhen Palace, Xun Palace, Li Palace, Kun Palace, Dui Palace, and each palace has its own Eight Trigrams.

"...The water and mountains are rugged, the earth and mountains are humble, the thunder mountains are small, and the Lei Ze is back!"

As she finished calling the last hexagram of Dui Palace, all the sixty-four hexagrams turned into golden swords and flew out. Within a radius of 100 meters, they were inserted into the ground and circled into a circle, surrounding the fog shadow man in the middle.

Wherever the sword is inserted, within three feet, the black fog cannot be approached.

The golden light of sixty-four swords spreads underground, intertwined and connected, forming a light net, cutting off the connection between the underground Yin Qi and the fog shadow man.

The huge picture of the sky once again turned blank.

Losing the support of the vast Yin Qi under the Qijiaoze, the fog shadow became more and more anxious. The thick fog boiled like boiling water, and poured around, trying to pull up the sixty-four golden swords.

The golden sword trembled at the same time, with a slight sign of loosening.

Wang Qionghua sat upright, pinching her hands, chanting spells, and murmured constantly.

Sixty-four golden swords were radiating and steadily inserted into the soil.
Chapter completed!