Chapter 169 Thousand Souls

The third volume of the seven-star mysterious demon suddenly rises

Chapter 169 Thousand Soul Flags

The magic spirit is like an evil dragon that has crossed Jiuyou, emitting its own breath without scruples and feeling the looming pressure. Jiyang's face also put away the color of laughter, showing a faint solemnity. This magic practice seems to have surpassed the gas refining period and is in a gas refining period. The position of the critical point between the period and the gasification period, as long as he is given a few more months, I'm afraid he will completely enter the gas phase.

"Mr. Yan, it seems that this celebration banquet will have to be eaten later, which will make the ghostly owner of your house jump out!" Jiyang patted Yan Min's rather wide shoulder, with a slight sneer on his face.

Yan Min's heart suddenly trembled when he heard the shout just now. At this time, when he heard Jiyang say this, he immediately grabbed his hand and his eyes quickly turned red: "Master, you have to save the little man, and the life of the little man is completely in your hands!"

"Hey hey, as you wish." Jiyang smiled faintly, and then quickly rose up in the shocked eyes of Yan Min and others and flew away to an inconspicuous hut in Yan's house.

Watching Jiyang fly away, Yan Min's fat face suddenly showed a little appalling, and then after changing uncertainly for a long time, she sighed: "I really don't know whether it's right or wrong to invite this powerful fairy master in!"

After whispering for a while, he raised his fat head with a long sigh, then shook his head and quickly ordered the old man named Zhang Chen beside him to say a few words, and then greeted all the maids. The family heirs quickly evacuated the place where Jiyang flew to and avoided disaster near the gate of Yan's house. In several houses.

At this time, these carved beams and painted buildings, and the fresh and elegant houses have been surrounded by countless strong men led by countless family members on the third floor. At this time, Yan Min stood next to a tall and lush poplar tree in front of the house and looked at the direction of Jiyang's disappearance and made a heavy sigh, and behind him In the room, a beautiful woman who has been charming for about 40 years looked at a pair of sleeping pink babies in the wooden cradle in front of her with happy smiles...

Jiyang's speed is extremely fast, but after a few breaths, he came to the side of this not-catching hut. At this time, his eyes were coldly looking at a hexagonal ancient well in front of the hut. The wellhead made of miserable white marble has a special and simple feeling, a few unique The rough and atmospheric words are engraved on the stone platform of the ancient well, showing his real age. At this time, the faint slightly fluctuating well water emits charming light under the newly appeared moonlight, quiet and elegant.

However, Jiyang is not in the mood to appreciate this scenery, because the almost unconcealed magic spewed out of this seemingly quiet ancient well.

Looking at Gujing with a cold face, Jiyang sneered and said, "Taoyou are really bold. They dare to reveal their magic spirit so clearly in the place where the right path gathers in Donglan. Hey, aren't you afraid to attract the pursuit of righteous monks?"

"The pursuit of the righteous monk?" The cold voice came from the ancient well, with bursts of echoes: "I'm afraid you are a new foreign monk, and you don't know something about this drifting city, do you? Hey, which disciple are you from? Didn't your elders tell you that there is no spiritual vein in the distant city and it is not suitable for practitioners at all?

"There is no spiritual vein, which is not suitable for the existence of immortals?" Jiyang raised his eyebrows slightly when he heard the words.

"Hey, it seems that you really don't know, Gaga, okay, you also have the cultivation in the later stage of qi refining. When I devours your soul and enter the qi period, I can also worship under the ancestors to practice the supreme power of my fallen soul religion. I'm still here to talk to you who will die!" A faint sound came from the ancient well, and then the previously calm water suddenly rippled.

"Death to me!" The water suddenly cracked a sword light and shot into Jiyang's face like a ghost. At that moment, Jiyang could even see a crystal clear drop of water on the tip of the black flying sword.

"Finally, can't you wait? If you don't show up and take it, you really can't do anything. Now that you come out, things will be much easier. Jiyang waved his hand, and suddenly a black shield appeared in front of him, which just blocked the deadly flying sword. The flying sword splashed a spark on the shield, which set Jiyang's calm face off a little red and looked extremely evil.

"It's not a big deal!" At the same time, an angry shout sounded from the well, and then a sound of water splashing from the well, and then a figure covered in a black robe rose from the well with bursts of water mist. At the moment of its sudden appearance, a black flag was suddenly cast into the air, and the black flag dripped in the air. Then a large area of black clouds spewed out of the black flag and quickly covered the small courtyard completely. Countless ghosts shuttled among the black clouds and kept making bursts of heart-pating roars, which was abnormal.

"Hahaha, under the cover of my thousand soul flags, you can't escape even if you insert your wings? Hey hey, you'd better dedicate the soul obediently. I just lack a main soul in this thousand soul flag. The man in black suddenly trapped the man under the thousand soul flag and immediately laughed. This thousand soul flag was a top-level magic weapon that he slaughtered all the people in a small market town and gathered enough anger to refine successfully. Relying on the sharpness of this flag, he even trapped four or five monks in the late period of gas refining. The souls of these monks killed by him are equally detained, making the power of this magic flag better than before. It can be said that this hard-earned thousand soul flag is his biggest trump card for other monks. All the monks trapped in it have turned into one of countless fierce ghosts in this flag, without exception, because He is full of confidence in this.

When the black clouds rose, Jiyang's face was still indifferent, and it seemed that he didn't pay attention to it at all, but when he saw the ferocious ghosts of old or young, or men or women flying back and forth in pain in the black clouds, Jiyang's face suddenly changed, and his face was even more gloomy and almost dripping. Come in the water.

Looking up at the man in black robe who was laughing wildly, Jiyang's murderousness almost condensed into substance: "How many innocent mortals did you kill?"

"Innocent mortals?" The man in black sneered when he heard the words and reached out his hand to crush a baby-like ghost that passed by him: "Who knows? I have slaughtered mortals in a small town, maybe thousands, maybe 2,000, who can tell?

"Da Damn it! Someone will smash you into ten thousand pieces today!" Jiyang's murderous intention became stronger and stronger. He gritted his teeth and said almost word by word. At the same time, on the top of his head, the hot bracelet slowly emerged with a strong smell of flame, and the next moment, a disk-shaped magic weapon quietly appeared in his right hand.

"Daw? Hey hey, many people say that I deserve to die, but I live well, but they are dead!" The man in black robe smiled twice, and there was a trace of coldness in the corners of his mouth: "And how dare you say that you want to break me into tens of thousands of pieces! Hey hey, it's so bold. Don't worry, I will definitely give you a taste of smashing ten thousand pieces of corpses before killing you.

With that, the man in black robe stretched out his hand and pointed to the black magic flag that could not be hovering on his head. Suddenly, a large number of ghosts opened their mouths and roared at Jiyang like dense ants. At the same time, the black robed man patted the storage bag on his waist again, and two black forks emerged in front of him.

"Go to hell!" The man in black smiled coldly, and the two forks suddenly turned into two black lights and burst into two black lights. The momentum was suddenly terrible.

"Actually, sometimes the trick of catching turtles in the urn is not so fun." Jiyang smiled faintly, and there was no panic on his face.

"What?" The man in black was stunned when he heard the words.

"Sometimes this turtle is too big. In the urn, this person will be bitten!" As soon as the words fell, a cold light flashed in Jiyang's eyes, and then a cyan ancient jade slowly floated up from his arms.