Although the evil spirit is trapped, it is very troublesome to kill it.

Feng Yihai and Fu Qiu joined forces with more than 90 Tianfu masters to seal the six evil spirits.

All the remaining patrol guards attacked in turn and tried their best to kill them.

Three of the four Star Spirit Battleships were killed, and many patrol guards were extremely angry and burst out their anger.

The loud "rumbling" sounded across the sky, and it lasted for a long time.

The star power lights and the halos of various Taoisms are constantly flashing and surging in the sky.

The sky, which is thousands of miles apart, was originally drowsy and dark, and the wind roared.

Under the illumination of various star powers, the sky became brighter.

The gray bone-burying land became bustling.

The roars, roars, screams of evil spirits, and the "bang bang" sounds made when attacked.

Various sounds are mixed and intertwined.

He Wuhen and Zhang Daniu stood in the crowd, looking at the patrol guards who were attacking wildly, with a helpless expression.

"Brother He, is this evil spirit too perverted? Thousands of people have bombarded each other for so long, but they are not dead yet?!"

Zhang Daniu stared at the balls with a look of amazement and shock.

He Wuhen looked solemn and nodded, "Yes, who would have thought that this thing was so difficult."

Six evil spirits were suppressed and unable to move, but their defenses were surprisingly powerful.

No matter how thousands of patrol guards attacked and bombarded, the huge body, which was a thousand meters high, was broken down and countless bones were still dead.

Their bodies were covered with gray mist, which was the breath of death and could withstand most of the attacks.

The sky guards in the Tianling Realm have difficulty in breaking out the blockade of the aura of death.

Only warriors in the Tianfu realm can penetrate the defense of the breath of death, hurt the body of the evil spirits, and break the bone skeletons.

But He Wuhen discovered that in the evil spirit's head, there was a large ball of black viscous liquid in the protection of the white bone skeleton, constantly rolling and surging.

Even though their skeleton bone bodies were beaten to pieces, they were still extremely powerful and they were roaring and struggling desperately.

When the main general Feng Yihai used a Taoist technique to break the killing order to penetrate the evil spirit's defense, smashed the skeleton bones, and hit the black viscous liquid.

The evil spirit who struggled violently and resisted suddenly burst out with a scream that pierced his eardrums. His body trembled violently and his huge body was about to collapse.

Seeing this scene, He Wuhen suddenly understood.

It turns out that the black viscous liquid in the evil spirit's body is the core of its life and the source of its power.

He Wuhen frowned and thought for a moment, then rushed towards an evil spirit not far away with his blood-drinking knife.

Seeing that He Wuhen was about to attack, Zhang Daniu hurriedly followed.

He Wuhen stared at the evil spirit's head, jumped over and stabbed it hard with his blood-drinking knife in both hands!

He believed that the invincible blood-drinking knife would be able to pierce the evil spirit's defense and directly damage the black viscous liquid.

However, something he could not have imagined happened.

"Bang!"

Amid the muffled sound, He Wuhen and the Blood-Drinking Knife were directly shaken away by the aura of death on the surface of the evil spirit.

He drew an arc in the air, smashed the ground with a "thump", smashing a big hole on the ground.

Zhang Daniu was stunned and stared at his feet in amazement.

Looking at He Wuhen who had crawled out of the big pit, he subconsciously wiped away the dust on his face and asked incredible.

"Brother He, that evil spirit is so powerful? He knocked you away?"

"Ahem... I miscalculated it." He Wuhen patted the dust on his body and spat in anger.

Zhang Daniu didn't want to attack the evil spirit at first, but after seeing He Wuhen's fate, he turned around and left with him.

He Wuhen held the blood-drinking knife and stared at the evil spirit with a gloomy expression, thinking about weighing the pros and cons.

"I am only at the first level of the Tianfu, and that evil spirit is at the eighth level of the Tianfu. I am at the seventh level of the realm of it. No matter how invincible the Blood Drinking Sword is, it cannot break its defense or damage its foundation!"

"What to do? How can I penetrate its defense?"

Divine weapons and weapons are not omnipotent, and they also require corresponding strength to exert their power.

He Wuhen thought hard for a long time, and before he knew it, a hundred breaths passed.

At this time, the sound of fighting and fighting around had been significantly weakened.

Maybe after a crazy attack, everyone consumed a lot of star power and their attack speed slowed down.

The six evil spirits were still suppressed, but Feng Yihai, Fu Qiu and dozens of Tianfu masters consumed a lot of power and gradually became a little overwhelmed.

Although the six evil spirits were covered with gaps and holes, the skeleton bones were broken and collapsed, almost all piled up into small hills.

But this is only a small trauma for them. The large ball of black viscous liquid in their brains was not damaged and they were still struggling to resist.

What is even more worrying is that they are slowly recovering from their injuries, recondensing the broken skeleton bones on the ground into their bodies.

The two generals Feng Yihai and Fu Qiu were so anxious that their foreheads were sweating, and they shouted loudly: "Let's find a way!"

"If we can't solve these evil spirits, when their wounded power recovers, we will have to escape!"

Everyone understands that even if they escape, not everyone can escape.

Of the more than 5,000 people present, at least 80% of them died under the claws of evil spirits.

He Wuhen kept frowning and thinking, and suddenly a flash of inspiration flashed through his mind.

"By the way! There's a way!"

"The evil spirit is an evil thing. Its strongest nemesis is the most yang and strong, violent thunder power!"

Among the three thousand great ways, the thunder path is the most fierce and domineering, and it is specialized in overcoming evil and filthy things.

Whether it is ghosts, resentful spirits, evil spirits, ghosts, ghosts, or zombies, they are all restrained by the power of heavenly thunder.

Thinking about this, He Wuhen immediately showed joy.

He held the blood-drinking knife in his hand, his fighting spirit rose sharply, and then rushed unstoppably towards the evil spirit not far away.

He jumped over to the head of the evil spirit, and slashed it hard with the blood-drinking knife in both hands.

This time, he used the third move of the Sky Sword Technique.

"The sky thunder shook!"

As soon as the purple sword light that was a hundred meters long appeared, the sky suddenly became as dark as ink.

The purple thunder flashed and rushed in the black clouds, showing the power of destroying the world.

"Boom!"

Hundreds of thunder and lightning as thick as houses bombarded hard from the clouds and struck the evil spirit's head.

"Bang!"

Amid the dull loud noise, the gray aura of death on the evil spirit's head was instantly dispelled by thunder, and a big hole was blasted out.

Not only that, even the dense and layered white bone skeletons were charred by the thunder, showing a big pit.

Finally, the Blood-Drinking Knife broke through all defense obstacles and slashed the black viscous liquid in the evil spirit's head.

"puff!"

It was like the sound of a sword slashing the leather, and the blood-drinking knife was deeply trapped in the black viscous liquid and could not be pulled out.

He Wuhen was shocked and pulled out with all his might. However, the viscous liquid contained extremely powerful power, which stuck the blood-drinking knife tightly.

"Oh no, did I miscalculate it?"

"What the hell is this black viscous liquid?"

He Wuhen's heart was cold, and the guards around him were all looking at him with confusion, wondering what he was doing.

The discussions of the crowd also rang out.

"What the hell is he doing? Why can't he get into the evil spirit's mind?"

"Can he be devoured by the evil spirit?"

"The sword technique just now was so handsome. The thunder thunder was blowing down in the sky, and it was so loud that it was quite intimidating."

“…”

He Wuhen was so anxious that he was sweating profusely that he could not pull out the blood-drinking knife. When he heard everyone's comments, he was so angry that he burst into tears.

At this moment, the evil spirit under his feet suddenly trembled violently, roaring like a madman and struggling, and his head shaking violently.

That look, it seemed to have been subjected to a fatal attack, and his head was thrown away, as if he wanted to get rid of something terrible.

He Wuhen was almost thrown away, grabbed the hilt of the blood-drinking knife with both hands, and turned around in the evil spirit's head.

When his eyes fell on the blood-drinking knife, he was surprised to find that the blade was burning with a purple flame, emitting an extremely dazzling purple light.
To be continued...