Chapter 148 The Ghost of the Cloudy Sky
Chapter 148 The Ghosts of the Cloudy Sky
Jin Tong and others occupy the Tianyin ten thousand soul array, and this is an ancient battlefield, and the continuous flow of yin qi can supplement the array. This fierce array will not only disappear because of exhaustion, but will become more and more powerful.
But the seven major families are now extremely strong. Although they are at a disadvantage, they are also unwilling and unyielding. Even if the front is a doomed place, they still have to move forward.
Now there is no way out. As long as you annihilate the enemy in front of you, you can have a way to live.
"The seven families are not afraid of death." Ling Jian spit out blood and said that the descendants of the Holy Emperor have their own pride and do not allow outsiders to come to insult and bully.
"Yes, today I am with these demons." Leibao is very domineering and resolutely fights with this blue scorpion and others to death. The descendants of the Thunder Emperor don't like the methods of these demons. The power of thunder is to destroy and kill these demons, and do not tolerate their inventory in the world.
"We will use the inexorable skills and break them one by one." A trace of wisdom flashed in Xu Ping's eyes. Although the descendant of Muhuang's attack is not high, his mind is extremely powerful. The seven families still have secrets, but the price is extremely high. Since it comes to life and death, they can't care so much.
"That's right. Let's use the family method together. Even if we die, there will be no regrets." The cold and frosty Yi Xue Blade also agreed. Now it is impossible to protect himself wisely, so he can only use secret techniques.
"We will be immortal and achieve immortality." Jin Wuya shows a hot light. If he can defeat the strong enemy, then now the land of Kyushu can achieve an immortal reputation, which is destined to be passed on to future generations.
"Each family has its own secret method, but that cultivation is very demanding. Now it can only sacrifice life in exchange for strength." Tu Le showed a calm momentum.
"Even if we don't sacrifice life, our cultivation can't stop the footsteps of the sky. We have no choice today." The Situ brothers said in unison.
"Sacrifice your life and sink the boat." The eight people burst into firm eyes.
"We have been sacrificing for 50 years, and we will improve our cultivation to a level." Someone suggested.
"No, Donghe and others have turned into immortal ghosts, commanding thousands of Yin soldiers and resurrected from the ancient battlefield."
"Yes, the unyielding thoughts of the past have turned into immortal ghosts, and even if they break their bodies, they will not be broken. Unless the cultivation reaches the Mahayana realm, tears up the void and sends it into the desolate world.
"That's right, but all our strength is at most the peak realm of Huashen. If we want to upgrade to the Mahayana realm, we must sacrifice hundreds of years of longevity."
"Hundreds will cost hundreds of lives, otherwise sooner or later we will be accepted as yin soldiers by the Tianyin Wanhun array."
"That's right, let's fight."
In the end, everyone made the final decision to elevate the cultivation to the Mahayana realm.
"The sacrificial array needs to depict the immortal lines, and it takes time. First of all, it is necessary to stop the attack of Yinbing and Donghe." Xu Ping reminded again.
"I, Ling Jian, Situ Feng, Situ Yun, Yi Xue Jian, went to resist the attack of Donghe and others. Lei Bao was seriously injured and stayed in place to receive Xu Ping's treatment. Tu Le was good at the art of soil defense and stayed here to prevent sneak attacks." Jin Wuya made a decision according to the actual situation.
On the other side, the seven mythical beasts have been besieged by the East River, the white spirit, the golden child flying corpse, and the blood evil prince.
"Our realm is not enough. The summoned guardian spirit of the nine heavens can only be distracted. I'm afraid it can't stop the people of the East River. Hurry up and paint the array to summon the ancient altar." Jin Wuya told him.
"There is not much time, we will do our best." Xu Ping also knew that the situation was serious at this time.
The rosefinch made a sad cry, and its wings were scratched by the Jinge of the East River, and the hot pale golden blood dripped on the earth.
"Donghe, I'll meet you." Jin Wuya jumped directly to the back of the rosefinch, and eight light red Fu cherry blossoms appeared in his hand. Jin Wuya entered the Changyun Hall, and the art of a rune was also amazing.
"Exclusive charm - fire." Jin Wuya uses fire, and fire is the exclusive charm he created, with the power of violent flame. Just now, Jin Wuya did not use the spell of Changyun Hall because there was a conflict between Changyun Hall's spell and his own spell, so Jin Wuya could not use it at the same time. The reason why Jin Wuya entered the Changyun Hall is to specialize in the magic of Changyun Hall, and then absorb it a little. But this needs to be studied for a long time.
The light red Fu Ying emits eight light golden apertures, which is obviously the eight Fu Ying the day after tomorrow. The eight-pin Fu Ying in Jin Wuya's hand revolved around it.
The charm is an immortal art handed down in ancient times. It is said that it is a line drawn by the great power all night in ancient times, with immortal power. Although the art of runes has almost submerged in the ancient years, its immortal power is still beyond doubt.
"Immortal since ancient times, immortality, is the power of fire, and my charm is my fire, fire." Jin Wuya's red hair is like a blazing flame burning in the sky. All the light is concentrated on its fingers.
"Eight-eight hundred and eighty-eight charms, drawing." All eight rune cherry blossoms rotate around Jin Wuya's fingers, and in each rune cherry, one hundred and eleven fiery runes are drawn in an instant.
"Vacon Whip." Eight hundred and eighty-eight runes form a dragon leader whip. Jin Wuya waved his palm and turned into a giant palm to hold a hundred-foot long whip in his hand.
"Drink." Jin Wuya controlled the huge flame whip, swept the battlefield, and killed directly to the East River.
"I am an immortal ghost general, commanding countless yin soldiers. How can you be hostile?" The cloak on the East River armor hunted, and the horse hissed and stepped up in an instant.
The golden light fills the sky. The golden horse is stained with blood in the battlefield. It seems that countless ancient giant beasts are rushing here. The huge Jinge phantom and Jin Wuya's flame long whip quarreled in the sky.
"8,88 fire charm, condense the Vulcan gun for me." Eight mouths of blood containing Jin Wuya Jingyuan sprayed on the eight Fu cherry blossoms. The light red Fu Ying instantly turned bright red. The eight apertures are also divine light, emitting unrivaled light.
The flame gun, hundreds of feet long, wants to break the sky with one shot. Give full play to its amazing power. The whole body of the hundred-foot flame gun is burning, just like an eternal divine soldier.
"Eighty-eight thousand eight hundred and eighty-eight fire charms, casting the body of the eternal fire god." Eighty-eight thousand eight thousand eight hundred and eighty-eight fire flame charms turned into a set of red armor and appeared in the sky.
Jin Wuya flew up and saw the fiery armor turned into a streamer and disappeared into Wuya's body. In an instant, Jin Wuya's whole body was wrapped in flames, and immediately turned into a hundred-foot giant, standing proudly in the sky.
"Kill." The flame giant's endless flame spear in his hand came to the East River in an instant. The immortal spear stabbed the flame dragon and directly destroyed the Jinge Yin soldiers in the East River. Hit it away
Jin Wuya took the opportunity to hit Bai Ling, Jin Tong Fei corpse, and Blood Evil Prince.
"The Yin Bing is immortal." Donghe fixed his body, and when his palm turned, countless yin qi condensed in his hands and turned into an immortal yin soldier.
At this moment, there was a huge fluctuation in the distance.
"Six rounds open, the sky is cloudy, and the ghost appears"
The legend of tens of millions of years ago, the heavenly ghost, the supreme among the ghosts, once again came with its majestic posture.
Six black mysterious wheels rose into the sky, connected to each other, and flew into the sky. The six black channels were finally combined into one, a huge black channel, like a gloomy cave, and one vortex after another appeared. The huge suction seems to swallow the world. The yin soldiers of Tianyin Wanhun Array were all swallowed up by the whirlpool.
"Let's take action together to destroy their passage." The flame giant incarnated by Jin Wuya threw the flame gun directly in his hand and stabbed at the huge whirlpool.
"Seven families, all stay here today, and Xia Shaofeng, today I will change to see if you can destroy my split." In the whirlpool, a gloomy old man slowly came out. A pair of scarlet eyes behind the old man gave off a strange light.
"The spiritual descendants of the seven families are all here, which really makes me excited. If you pull out your souls to refine the seven ghosts, you must be looking forward to it." The hazy old man said gloomily.
"See the suzerain." Donghe looked at the old man who slowly came out of the passage with an excited face and said respectfully.
"The heir of the Fire Emperor, Jin Wuya. It's really annoying." The old man in the haze slowly raised his right hand, but with a casual pat in the air, he saw a black jade giant hand condensed.
The black giant hand seems to cover the world, tearing up the void and patting it directly.
Jin Wuya roared unyieldingly in his heart, and the flame gun in his hand turned into a galloping dragon, killing the black giant palm. With just a wave and a gentle wave, the flame dragon transformed by the flame spear was smashed in an instant and disappeared in the sky.
The black giant palm is like a huge seal, falling down and patting on Jin Wuya.
"Immortality is immortal, ridiculous. There is nothing between heaven and earth that can be immortal, and no one can be immortal. I will destroy the inheritance of your Jin family today. The old man said coldly.
He saw his sleeves wave away, and there was a black light on his thin palm, which was even bigger than that in front of Jin Wuya in an instant. When the first palm fell, the second palm also fell.
"The fire will never be extinguished. The fire of people's greed, the sky fire in the sky, the earth fire in the earth, and the immortal power of fire." Jin Wuya let out a final roar, which was directly broken into several pieces and disappeared in the sky. The flame mythical beast rosefinch in the sky also made a wailing and turned into a little red spiritual power and disappeared from heaven and earth.
The red nine-day fire wand is also dim, turning into an ordinary wand and falling on the earth.
"No, it's endless." Just when Jin Wuya was beaten to death, Yi Xuejian finally burst out uncontrollably. Yi Xuejian knew that she was in love with Jin Wuya, although she had been suppressing her feelings and not letting him break out.
But when she saw that her lover was beaten in front of her, she could no longer hide.
"I won't let you go even if I die." Yi Xue's hair turned white like snow in an instant. The sky and the earth dimmed in an instant, and the snowflakes flew.
"The power of heaven, earth, east, south, west, north, six-in-one power, for me, six-in-one cold water formula." A round bead appeared above the head of Yi Xue's blade.
A huge six-character appeared at its feet. Six shocking columns of water appeared around it.
"If I die too, you can send my nine-day water spirit staff back to our family." Yi Xue blade turned his head and said to everyone resolutely.
"Snow Blade, don't do stupid things. The altar is about to succeed." Xu Ping shouted anxiously. The seven major families are in the same spirit, and they can't live without one. Now Jin Wuya is killed. If Yi Xuejian is dying, then the seven families will really be lonely.
Yi Xue Blade just showed a smile and a sad smile. She missed the love with Jin Wuya. She could not be born on the same day of the same year, but asked to die on the same day of the same year.
Step on six blue waves and rush directly to the hazy old man.