Chapter 17 Five Tips!

Zhang Ziguang took a cold breath, and after a burst of fear, the cold sweat soaked his back again. If he hadn't woken up in time just now, he would have died here.

"However, you actually defeated yourself and broke through the realm of the underworld. I haven't seen such a person for a long time!" The old man said happily, and the smile on his face gradually thickens.

Zhang Ziguang scratched his head and thought about it carefully. He found that he didn't know how he came out of the horrible fantasy just now. After thinking for a while, he got nothing. He could only smile and said, "Actually, I'm just a fluke, and I don't know how I broke through the world of the underworld."

The old man's expression became a little serious and said, "It's impossible. Only people with a firm mind can break through the realm of Xuanming. How can they be lucky? Because those who break through the realm of Xuanming will also have the ability of the realm of Xuanming. This ability is by no means a fluke."

"Have the ability of the underworld?!" Zhang Ziguang was shocked and said, "Can a person with this ability introduce people into fantasy and torture his spirit?"

"Not bad!" The old man nodded solemnly and said, "I have just explored that you have this ability now, but this ability can only be reflected after you reach the heavenly level.

Zhang Ziguang was excited. If he could lead the enemy to the realm of the underworld, would he not be invincible in future battles? At this moment, he has reached the breaking level and entered the sky level, which is only a matter of time.

At this time, a trace of cunning flashed in the old man's eyes and looked at Zhang Ziguang carefully. His voice suddenly became harsh and shouted, "Kid, you didn't come to get the realm of the underworld, did you come here?"

Shocked by the suddenly loudening sound, an unsusceptible cold light flashed through Zhang Ziguang's eyes. He stared at the old man in front of him and said, "Please tell me where is the fairy medicine Lingzhi in this cave?"

"So you want that thing!" The old man still looked stiff and said indifferently, "ling zhi is in the cemetery behind the cave. If you want to get it, you have to ask me, the gravekeeper, whether you agree or not."

Zhang Ziguang was shocked and thought to say: It turned out that this is a tomb. What kind of good medicine can the fairy medicine grow on the tomb? I really don't know what the big snake wants. He thought so, but there was no reluctant expression on his face. He cleared his throat and then said, "Then how can I get you agree?"

The old man's eyes gradually became sharp and said, "Take my five moves. Within five moves, if you don't die, you can enter there."

"Good!" Zhang Ziguang nodded heavily and quietly emitted the power of the soul to explore the old man's Taoism, but then fell into disappointment, because the old man seemed to be wearing some treasure that could isolate the power of the soul.

"Okay, boy, I'm going to make a move!" The old man's indifferent voice was a little hoarse, and his dark green eyes flashed with a faint blood red. His body suddenly shrank back, and then punched out. More than a dozen fists mixed with the sound of breaking the air, ran to Zhang Ziguang.

Feel the strong wind coming from his face, Zhang Ziguang's face was a little ugly. The old man's move was full of strength. With his physical defense, he did not dare to resist at all. Therefore, his hands quickly knotted the seal, and countless sand condensed in front of him, forming in front of him for a moment. A clay wall, fist shadows hit the clay wall, making a loud noise, and then disappeared. The clay wall also cracked, and then collapsed, and the dust suddenly covered the cave.

"Good boy, his ability to hide his strength is quite good!" The old man smiled faintly, and his palms suddenly raised. He scratched in the air. Suddenly, a long gun with a white halo appeared in the withered hand.

"Hold my second move, ice shooting!" The old man shouted. He clenched the handle of the gun and danced. Countless dazzling gun shadows surrounded Zhang Ziguang in the middle. The latter felt cold all over and his body was about to freeze. In this shooting method, there was also the power of ice, which directly penetrated the defense and frostbite the body.

But after all, Zhang Ziguang is an outstanding disciple of the Jianfeng School. Naturally, he would not be knocked down so easily. He held the sword in both hands and stood it upright on his chest. A dark blue flame rose from the tip of the sword and instantly enveloped his whole body. The cold air contained in the shadow of the gun turned into a wisp of white smoke under the light of the flame and dissipated.

"he!" The old man roared, and his face did not change at all. All the gun shadows in the void suddenly turned the head of the gun and aimed at Zhang Ziguang in the middle. Zhang Ziguang's eyes were cold. A red light wave shot out of his eyebrows and then turned into a circle in the air. All the light and shadow were sucked in by this aperture, and then, in the light Under the guidance of the circle, it hit the wall not far away and made a loud noise.

A trace of surprise flashed in the old man's eyes and sighed, "Good way, it's up to you next."

With that, his body jumped like an arrow away from the string and suddenly flew out. Zhang Ziguang was fearless and turned into a blue light to kill the old man head-on.

As soon as the two rays of light came into contact in the air, they immediately flew away. Zhang Ziguang stood in an open space with a blood stain on his shoulder and his breathing was a little short. The old man stood in the void, his face was still the same, and there was no sign of injury.

The third move, Zhang Ziguang is injured!

"Next, the fourth move!" The old man's deep voice sounded again, and the long gun came out and rotated quickly in front of him. At the same time, the old man took out a golden rune paper from his body and tore it with his hands. The long gun rotated faster, not a few sharp calls.

The long gun rotated into a white whirlwind, flying to Zhang Ziguang with the momentum of destroying everything. Zhang Ziguang gritted his teeth and knotted his hands in front of his chest. A Taiji picture flashed with a dark blue halo in front of him. " get up!" He shouted, and Taiji flew forward violently, colliding with the white whirlwind, illuminating the whole cave like blooming fireworks.

The huge explosion caused a strong impact. Zhang Ziguang felt unsteady. He leaned back and crashed into the wall behind him. On the contrary, the old man still stood still, with nothing but indifference or indifference in his eyes.

"Do you know who is buried in these graves?" A sneer appeared on the corners of his mouth and said, "Let me tell you, what is buried here is really the strong man who died in the last battle between the right path and the demon realm. I am here to guard the tomb for them. In fact, I have explored a new life and new moves in the lament of the dead." Speaking of this, his expression showed a little complacency: "Next, the last move, the dead will die!"

With that, his arms were open, and dozens of thunder and lightning passed the top of the cave one after another. The white bones climbed out of the ground, and the ghosts wandered unscrupulously in the dark. The screams of the evil spirits sounded, and the whole cave was as gloomy and horrible as purgatory.

Zhang Ziguang felt unprecedented fear. For a while, the bloodless palm of the female ghost brushed his face, and for a while, a bodyless head opened its blood basin and bit him, while his own body leaned against the wall like a lost soul and did not move.

"Song of the Dead!" The old man said in a low voice. At the same time, the ghosts opened their mouths and sang the sad songs from hell, as if they were praying, as if they were complaining, as if they were complaining, as if they were roaring, and endless resentmenting in it, violently impacting Zhang Ziguang's nerves. The latter held his head tightly, and his brain was as painful like thousands of needles.

"Stop singing! Stop singing!" He roared heartbreakingly, and his roaring mixed with voices were so pale and powerless in this strange song.

He held his head, curled up in a corner, staring at his godless eyes, trembling like a frightened sheep, sobbing, and whispering softly in his mouth: "Don't sing... Stop singing..."

End of this chapter