Chapter 1143 Fierce Battle. (Fourth Update! Please Subscribe!)

The geese go back to the valley.

Zhao's Great Immortal Temple.

The Yin Qi diffused, and the entire temple seemed to be covered with a layer of gray-black veil, making it dark and gloomy for the eyes.

Gray-black frost flowers quietly condense all over the ground.

Fu Xuanxu stepped into the air and stood, constantly pinching complicated formulas in his hands. Surrounded by yellow-brown talismans, countless mysterious cloud seals wriggled and intertwined on the talismans, and invisible forces criss-crossed Interlaced to form a small defensive formation filled with light.

Around him, and even above his head and under his feet, there are all kinds of ghosts with strange shapes and strong Yin energy.

"Hee hee hee hee hee hee……"

The sharp and ear-piercing laughter continued continuously, and a pair of malicious eyes stared straight at Fu Xuanxu. The ghosts circled around him quickly, shocking the mind with shrill laughter, like a tidal wave, hitting him wave after wave. Rune array.

A piece of talisman floated in the void, constantly shining like water waves.

The ghost's face was ferocious, and the maliciousness in its eyes was deeper. It seemed that in the next moment, it would rush up and tear Fu Xuanxu into pieces.

With their frenzied attack, the traces of Yunzhuan quickly faded and faded, and in a short while, a talisman with Yunzhuan that had almost disappeared ignited a raging fire.

With a blank expression on his face, Fu Xuanxu took out a talisman from the storage bag with one hand, and quickly replaced it.

Soon, another talisman was about to be exhausted.

With the tireless impact of the ghosts, the talismans burned rapidly, and Fu Xuanxu was gradually unable to fill the vacancy in time.

The thick Yin Qi, as if aware of a flaw, roared into the formation and quickly eroded.

Immediately, there were a few more talismans that could still be persisted, and the cloud seal on them quickly faded, and the effectiveness of the entire talisman array suddenly dropped by a large amount.

"Hee... hee hee... hee hee... hee hee hee..."

The ghosts raised their heads one after another, and let out hysterical shrieks, as the real Yin Qi surged violently, hitting the entire talisman array crazily.

After only a moment of stalemate, the dilapidated talisman array could no longer support it. All the talismans burned instantly, and in a blink of an eye, all of them were turned into ashes.

Seeing the disappearance of the talisman array, the ghosts suddenly showed a hideous and terrifying expression, and rushed towards Fu Xuanxu roaring.

At the same time, the magic formula that Fu Xuanxu had been pinching in his hand was finally completed. The two fingers of his right hand stood in front of his chest, and the palm of his left hand was facing the sky, as if holding a void, he suddenly turned his palm over, and then pressed down hard.

In an instant, a huge green mountain shadow emerged from the void and smashed towards the ghost.

The violent wind tore everything in sight, and the mountain fell rapidly, majestic and unstoppable, as if it was going to crush the entire Zhao Family Great Immortal Temple into powder together!

boom! !

All the ghosts that rushed up were smashed firmly by Qingshan.

The ground shook suddenly, but Zhao's Great Immortal Temple remained motionless, not even a single piece of blue bricks paving the ground was broken.

Fu Xuanxu frowned, this temple is guarded by ghosts at the level of gods!

Otherwise, the move I just made is enough to raze the entire temple, together with the surrounding land, to the ground!

At this time, the shadow of the green hills slowly dissipated, and more than half of the ghosts that were knocked down dissipated, turning into puffs of black air, which instantly merged into the remaining ghosts.

The breath of these remaining ghosts rose instantly, but they became stronger. They all raised their heads, let out a furious roar, and continued to rush towards Fu Xuanxu.

Fu Xuanxu was still standing in the air, and he pushed out his palm flatly, a huge light blue palm print swept across the audience, instantly blasting the several ferocious ghosts that rushed up and flew away.

Before he could catch his breath, several blue-black tentacles suddenly shot out from behind him, wrapping around Fu Xuanxu's limbs in an instant.

The rest of the ghosts took advantage of the situation and swarmed up, attacking Fu Xuanxu with all kinds of attacks.

Fu Xuanxu snorted coldly, [End Dao Qingxian] was activated instantly, breaking off all the tentacles at once, and then pressed down with both hands, five green mountains and shadows that were slightly smaller than before came crashing down...

Boom boom boom boom boom...

The tide-like ghosts continued to dissipate, turning into strands of black air and merging into the bodies of the surviving companions.

As time goes by, there are fewer and fewer ghosts left...

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Zhao's Great Immortal Temple.

On the square table in front of the shrine, blood was pouring out from pots of offerings, like a spring of blood, and the blood seemed endless.

The night is vast and the courtyard is full of darkness.

Zhong Kui Yueji stood in the open space under the shrine, and behind him, a statue of Dharma was slowly rising.

The Faxiang is tall and tall, dressed in a crown, with a long sword hanging from his waist, and nine strings of pearls hanging down to his chest, blocking his face. He only feels graceful, majestic, dignified and bright, like a king coming.

At this moment, Faxiang held the sword hilt at his waist with his right hand, and stretched out his left hand, with a huge palm, to grab the ghosts rushing up in all directions.

The ghost screamed and disappeared instantly, and scattered into the surrounding darkness.

The giant hand caught nothing.

At this time, crimson red tongues covered with barbs suddenly protruded from the darkness, entangled with the dharma figure that was getting more and more thorny.

Pale golden flames immediately ignited around Faxiang's body.

This flame was as bright as the sun, pure and majestic, and instantly burned all tongues.

In the darkness, there was a ghostly scream.

Fa Xiang didn't hesitate, and slapped his palm in the direction where the screams came from.

boom! ! !

The sound of the ghost crying stopped abruptly, and the dust and smoke dispersed, and the earth shook violently.

Fa Xiang slowly moved his palm away, but saw that in the darkness, there were strands of darkness slowly drifting away.

The strong and substantive hatred in his heart has been burned away by the pale golden flame on Faxiang's body.

The next moment, the flames around Faxiang suddenly exploded, and immediately exploded!

There was no sound, no devastation, as if a small sun disc had risen into the sky.

The sudden burst of strong light completely illuminated the originally dark temple, and it was like daytime for a while, with every detail visible.

All the ghosts hidden in the shadows had nowhere to hide, they screamed and retreated, instinctively loathing the light.

Zhong Kui Yueji didn't hesitate at all, and with a thought, "Keng!"

Fa Xiang pulled out the long sword at his waist, and immediately blasted towards the ghosts...

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The night was dim, and the incense sticks were burning brightly.

The green smoke billowed and dispersed.

Ning Wuye held the flying sword in his hand, surrounded by sword energy, and the sword intent on his body was majestic and majestic. Even though his sleeves were covered with blood stains, his aura did not decrease but increased. !

Right now, the entire Zhao Family Great Immortal Temple is filled with criss-crossing sharp sword intents.

Opposite him, the statue of the god has already revealed its true shape.

It is a tall and burly ghost with a blue face and fangs, with eight arms on its back, red eyes on its chest and abdomen, and a savage, ferocious, and bloodthirsty aura.

It is "Xi"!