The man looked up to the sky and laughed, his voice was like thunder, and his momentum was astonishing.

The whole person exudes a ferocious aura, like a wild beast that chooses people to eat.

When Tang Ning saw this, his face darkened. The technique he cultivated was very capable of restraining the Five Elements magical powers, but such a simple physical confrontation was his shortcoming.

After the man with two heads and long tail laughed several times, he flashed and rushed towards Tangning. His body was as fast as lightning, and he was dozens of feet away before he was in front of him in the blink of an eye.

The purple-gold spear burst out with light and pierced the man's face. There was a roar, and the man's huge fist covered with scales met each other. The sound between the two was like metal and stone hitting each other.

The power of the purple gold spear, a top-grade spiritual weapon, was unable to damage its body. One can imagine how tough this monster's body is.

The two-headed and long-tailed man's fists were like wind and his palms were like lightning. In just a few breaths, he had dozens of head-on collisions with purple gold spears.

The light of the purple-gold spear was greatly reduced, and it trembled slightly. The man clenched his fists, and the scales covering his hands had been broken off, and blood was flowing out. However, he did not take it at all, and instead laughed, as if he had just had a hearty fight.

On the other side, the skinny man saw it transformed into a two-headed monster, fighting fiercely with the purple and gold spear. He was not idle either. He flipped his left hand and took out a green long sword, which rose to a size of thirty feet in the wind and slashed at Tangning.

Down.

At the same time, he formed a seal with his hands, and in an instant, black clouds formed, covering the sky and the sun.

From within the black cloud, billowing black mist surged out, covering an area of ​​a hundred feet in an instant.

In the mist and misty clouds, the pitiful cries of ghosts, cries, and howls of wolves kept coming, which was very permeating.

Tang Ning turned her hand and took out a golden shield to protect herself. She slapped it on the spirit beast bag, and a white shadow flashed out. The body of the little white snake swelled up in the storm and turned into a size of five or six feet. It swallowed the scarlet letter, and the faint green

His pupils were fixed on the huge figure covered in scales.

At this time, the purple-gold spear was already on the verge of collapse. The man with two heads and long tails pulled out a red axe, and struck it hard against the strong wind. His fists and palms were like wind, and with the help of the axe, the purple-gold spear was attacked from both sides.

The light becomes dimmer, almost invisible.

Before Tang Ning could say anything, the figure of the little white snake flashed across the sky more than twenty feet and appeared behind the two-headed man.

When the man saw it suddenly disappearing, he was on guard. He concentrated his attention and noticed the fluctuations in the space behind him. He turned around and hit that place with his huge fist.

The figure of the little white snake appeared, and with a shake of its body, there was a loud bang. The man felt a huge force coming from him, and he unconsciously took a few steps back. The scales on his hands were shattered, and the little white snake's body also shook.

The man's figure flashed, his fists straight out, and he physically struck the little white snake. One monster and one snake fought together, and the momentum was so terrifying.

The man's ten-foot-long body is majestic, like a god or demon descending into the world, and his scales and armor are as solid as a rock.

The little white snake was all white, like steel. Wherever the two passed, the fog and ghost clouds disappeared. The two sides fought together. The man hit the little white snake with thousands of fists and knocked several scales off its head.

It shattered into pieces, and flesh and blood flew everywhere.

The little white snake swiped its long tail and hit him on the chest. The man flew backwards and hit the top of the mountain. With a loud bang, the mountain shattered and huge rocks flew.

The two-headed man was in an extremely embarrassed state at the moment. His chest was slightly sunken, most of the scales on his body had fallen off, and blood was flowing freely.

The man groaned and soared into the air. The mountain behind him suddenly collapsed. He gasped slightly and stared at the white figure, horrified in his heart.

My magic armor mystical skill is specialized in the physical body. In terms of toughness, it is comparable to monsters of the same level. I can even resist the power of the best spiritual weapons with a pair of flesh palms. This pure white snake has a spiritual power that is only in the middle stage of foundation building.

It's just a level, but its physical toughness is actually much stronger than mine, which is definitely not comparable to that of ordinary monsters.

He must fight quickly. With his own cultivation skills, the half-animal transformation consumes a lot of spiritual power. He can only last for half an hour at most, he thought in his heart.

The figure of the little white snake on the opposite side disappeared in an instant, and suddenly appeared beside him, and the body collided with him. The man was no longer as strong as before. He met with both fists, and couldn't help but retreated several feet away. The figure of the little white snake suddenly flashed.

Suddenly appeared, surrounding him and attacking.

The scales all over the man's body were broken, and his flesh and blood were blurred. With a bang, the man's figure flew out again and hit a mountain peak. Half of the mountain peak was shattered, the rocks shattered, and the dust was covered in dust.

A stern look flashed in the man's eyes, and he pinched with both hands. His head exploded and turned into a mass of flesh and blood. The head behind his neck flashed with red light in its eyes, opened its bloody mouth, and ate the mass of flesh and blood.

At this time, the little white snake suddenly appeared next to him. The head behind the man's neck turned and spurted out several streams of black blood.

At the same time, he formed seals with his hands, and his blood expanded rapidly, turning into a huge blood mass, about twenty feet in size, covering the figure of the little white snake.

Not to mention the battle between a man and a snake, on the other side, Tangning was wrapped in black mist and dark clouds. The skinny man's green long sword was slashed on his golden shield, and the green and gold colors were intertwined and locked in a stalemate.

From time to time, ghosts with red eyes, double horns, and ferocious faces emerge from the demonic cloud. These ghosts are not highly cultivated, but they are endlessly killing them.

And after death, the whole body will explode and turn into a bloody mass of flesh, which will be absorbed by the nearby magic cloud, and then faint bloody threads will gush out.

Tang Ning's brows were furrowed and her face was solemn. She looked at the 20 or 30 monsters with two horns and ferocious faces in front of her, feeling extremely troubled.

The nearby space is filled with blood-red threads, which are frantically drilling towards the golden shield. These blood threads are not mortal objects, but are transformed from the blood of ghosts and monsters. They have a strong corrosive effect on spiritual weapons. The golden shield has a strong corrosion effect on them.

Under erosion, the light becomes weaker.

The most troublesome thing is that every time these ghosts are killed, their aura becomes stronger and stronger after rebirth. The fluctuations in spiritual power of the ghosts at the beginning are only at the level of the early stage of Qi refining. After he kills several batches, not only are there more ghosts, but also more and more ghosts.

The breath has reached the late stage of Qi refining.

If this continues, ghosts of some level may appear.

The surrounding demonic clouds were always centered on him and moved with him. No matter where he escaped, he could not escape from the demonic sect.

Obviously, the skinny man of the Demon Sect is hiding in this demon cloud, controlling these ghosts and monsters, trying to consume him to death.

You have to find the figure of a man to break this spell and escape from the trap of the demonic cloud.

Dozens of ghosts and monsters rushed toward Tang Ning with howling like wolves. They were swept away by the light of the golden shield. They fell to the ground and exploded to death. They turned into a ball of minced flesh and were sucked into it by the Demon Sect, spitting out bloody threads.

At this time, there was a small clicking sound, and the golden shield was shattered under the attack of the green flying sword. The green flying sword struck down frequently, and the cracks in the golden shield became larger, and finally it broke apart inch by inch.

Tang Ning flipped her right palm and took out another blue jade tile, which swelled in the wind to protect herself.

At this moment, about thirty more monsters with two horns and ferocious faces condensed in the magic cloud, and they attacked him with strange screams.

Tang Ning formed a seal with both hands, densely packed with countless firebirds, and rolled away like mountains and seas. The magic cloud was rushed by the firebirds, dissipated in an instant, and then condensed again in the blink of an eye.

As the Firebird rushed east and west, it was still unable to cleanse the demonic cloud. Instead, it was entangled in the vague blood-colored thread, unable to move. The thread penetrated into the Firebird's body, and the Firebirds dissipated one after another.

Tang Ning concentrated her eyes, but still couldn't find the skinny man's figure. The ghosts and monsters in the magic cloud condensed again and rushed towards him.

He formed a seal with his hands, and giant trees criss-crossed the ground, forming a wooden figure more than ten feet tall. The Niwan Palace in Tangning's mind swayed, and a stream of spiritual consciousness formed and penetrated into the wooden figure.

The wooden man rose into the air and grew more than a hundred arms. Tangning flipped his palm and took out many middle-grade and low-grade spiritual weapons. The wooden man took the spiritual weapons in his palm and strode towards the demon cloud to kill them.

The swords, spears, swords and halberds were slashed down in an instant, passing through the demonic cloud without any hindrance, as if they were slashing in the air.

Tangning's consciousness controlled the wooden man and chopped all the demonic clouds in a radius of a hundred feet, but still could not find the man's figure.

As time went by, there were more and more ghosts, and the aura had reached the level of Foundation Establishment Perfection. The blue jade tile in front of him was entangled and corroded by the blood-colored threads, and its light was greatly reduced. The flying sword struck the jade tile,

There was a roar and the Biwa was about to collapse.

When Tangning saw this, she felt helpless, knowing that if it continued, it would become increasingly difficult to deal with it.

He turned his right hand and took out a golden scroll.

It was the demon-sealing scroll that he got when he and Xiao Mobai and others were exploring the Golden Tomb on Xuanyi Island. Since returning to Xingang, he had obtained this scroll and the materials for making the scroll, so he began to practice ghost control.

In the past ten years or so, the sealing technique has been somewhat successful.

He has not started making the scroll yet, so there is only one demon-sealing scroll. He originally planned to use this finished scroll as a reference, but now he has to use it.

Since this demonic cloud can give birth to condensed ghosts, it must be a kind of ghost magic. This demon-sealing scroll should be useful.

To be honest, the rarity of this scroll makes it a bit overkill to deal with monsters of this level, but under the current circumstances, he has no better way to defeat this technique.

Forty or fifty ghosts whose auras had reached the Great Perfection of Qi Refining began to attack him with strange screams.

Tang Ning unfolded the scroll, made a stroke with his left hand on his right palm, and then used his fingers as pens and blood as ink to write quickly on the scroll.

Not long after, the three-foot scroll was filled with bright red unknown characters. These twisted and dense characters were the ghost-sealing runes.

He formed a seal with both hands and pressed his right hand on the scroll. The bright red characters on the scroll glowed brightly, as if they came to life.

Tang Ning spat out a mouthful of blood, and the bright red characters surged even more fiercely. They slowly came out of the scroll. The twisted characters were like a chain coming out of the scroll, continuously, and all the dozens of ghosts were gathered together.

Tie them together.

As soon as those ghosts were entangled with this bright red character, they seemed to have their life essence drained out, and they became languid and wailed miserably.
Chapter completed!