Volume 4 Taiqing Disciples Four Hundred and Fifty-Six J The Art of Gathering Spirits

Then, a low-pitched incantation sound slowly came out of Jialan Xing's mouth.

Countless golden Sanskrit words rushed out from the beads and formed a golden circle in the blink of an eye, trapping Wei in it.

In the sound of "buzzing" Sanskrit sounds, Wei Zhong felt that his head was heavy like a flash, and the pale yellow rune on his forehead suddenly trembled slightly, and burst open with a "pop".

"what!"

Wei Zhong's sea of ​​consciousness suddenly sank, and the illusion that he was desperately suppressing suddenly burst out. The whole person instantly seemed to have fallen into a nightmare. The vision was full of illusions of the girl Jia Lan, with different expressions, and some bowed their heads in contemplation. , Some frowned and angered, some just smiled.

Every kind of phantom is so tempting, people can't help but feel pity for one or two, Wei Zhong's flag slammed to the ground, his eyes gradually became dull, his face was twisted in pain because of the struggle, and he almost cried or laughed with these phantoms. stand up.

The purple light in Jialan's eyes condensed, and the light-white jade fingers changed like a wheel, increasing the power of the nightmare method, making Wei Zhong's face even more struggling.

"You... woman, don't... get carried away... ah!"

Wei Zhong's face was twisted and almost deformed, and after a low beast-like wailing, he suddenly raised his head, his eyes were already blood red, and his face was extremely hideous.

One of them bit the tip of his tongue in a cruel heart, and spit out a cloud of blood essence from his mouth. Finally, a clear color flashed in his eyes. Taking this opportunity, he quickly picked up the magic art in his hand, and a red glow appeared all over his body, turning frantically. Down, a red vortex was slowly formed, causing the hot breath in the valley of flames to gather around him as if it had been summoned, causing the air temperature to suddenly increase sharply.

After a few breaths, the red vortex surrounding Wei Zhong swelled several times and burst open in an instant. In a flash, it turned into two zhang-sized fire spirits and floated beside him. in the air.

The fire spirit looked like a humanoid from a distance. The whole body is composed of flaming flames, and only a face that is as black as coke is exposed. When the sharp claws are grasped in the void, a burst of crackling sparks are provoked. The momentum is strong, much more prosperous than the fire phoenix just now.

Even the people looking around felt a scorching heat coming towards them, and they all retreated a little distance.

Seeing this, Feng Zhan on the side was overjoyed.

Others might not know it, but he knew in his heart that what Wei Zhong was using at the moment was the Five Spirit Sect's unique secret technique of gathering spirits.

Once the two groups of fire spirits appeared,

The sharp claws were constantly waving to impact the golden circle, and the rolling black and red flames collided with the golden light curtain, causing a burst of golden light to tremble.

In the middle, Wei Zhong, with a dignified expression, urged the magic to break through the magic circle before his mind fell.

Jialan sees it. The purple light in his eyes did not diminish, and the Sanskrit words continued to spurt out of his fingertips, constantly submerging into the golden circle.

While urging the fire spirit to attack the magic circle, Wei Zhong endured the erosion of the nightmare, and most of his mana was used to resist the illusion in the sea of ​​​​knowledge. Knowing that he couldn't hold on for too long, he suddenly gritted his teeth, and the tactic in his hand changed. With a low roar, two groups of fire spirits turned their spears towards him.

I saw that Wei Zhong was under the collision of black and red fire, and his body suddenly burned with a "bang", but the flame was only a few breaths. It turned from red to black, and turned into a raging black flame, while Wei Zhong's figure gradually blurred and skyrocketed in the firelight. The next moment, a huge fire spirit several feet high appeared in the magic circle, but his face changed dramatically. Became the appearance of Wei Zhong.

"What secret technique is this?"

Xin Yuan let out a low cry. A look of astonishment appeared on his face.

In this form, Wei Zhong, the aura on his body is more than half stronger than before, and it is infinitely close to the existence of a crystal.

Liu Ming's eyes flashed, and he sighed in his heart.

The cultivation world of Zhongtian Continent is really unfathomable, and it is true that no matter the secret techniques, it is far beyond imagination. Even he couldn't help but feel a little yearning.

At this time, the black fire spirit has swept up the black flames in the sky, turned into a black shadow, and suddenly rushed towards the corner of the magic circle.

"Boom!" A loud rumbling sound resembling a devastating rumble came out.

Countless black sparks splattered with golden glow!

The golden light formation was punched by the black demon spirit, and the golden light suddenly trembled. Although this formation forcibly blocked Wei Zhong's dying blow, it was not as calm as before.

Wei Zhong's transformation or spirit saw it, and in a roar, the huge arm wrapped in black flames slammed into the golden light curtain again.

Seeing this, Jialan's eyes flashed with surprise. With a flick of his wrist, he suddenly took out a small wooden fish. Immediately, he urged Fajue, and there was a long and clear sound of "hum" from the wooden fish.

The sound was like a quiet voice in the empty valley, causing the black demon spirit to tremble, and the huge arm raised in his hand was slowed down.

The sound of a few clear wooden fishes came out like this, and the sound of Sanskrit in the golden circle was also suddenly anxious. Although the black fire spirit raised its arm a few times to try to resist, but the discerning person has already seen it. The flame on his body seemed to gradually dim, and the roar in his mouth was gradually covered up by the bursts of Sanskrit sounds in the magic circle.

After half a cup of tea, Wei Zhong was finally unable to maintain the form of a demon spirit, and the black flames all over his body dispersed, his body returned to its original appearance, and he fell into a deep sleep.

In this battle, Jialan won.

"In the second competition, the Heavenly Bird Sect won." The green-robed nun announced with joy when she saw that Jialan had won.

Feng Zhan's face at this time is really ugly and ugly. In order to win Wei Zhong to participate in this gambling fight, he paid a huge price in private. And the location of this gambling fight was also chosen to cooperate with this Wei Zhonggong method and spiritual tool. Unexpectedly, this son was defeated in the first round.

What makes Feng Zhan even more depressing is that the Buddha bead spirit tool used by this woman and the wooden fish can be seen at a glance as Buddhist objects, and the quality is no less than the best spirit tool in Wei Zhong's hands, and the secret method she uses is also Obviously it is a Buddhist secret technique, and these are definitely inseparable from Qingshui An.

But Wei Zhong himself is also a disciple of the Five Spirit Sect, which makes him really suffer.

The beautiful woman surnamed Xiao couldn't laugh after watching the battle between Jialan and Wei Zhong, and the Taoist priest surnamed Shi looked a little gloomy.

The two of them knew that this Jialan would have a lot to do with Qingshui'an, but it was hard to offend this Qingshui'an.

After witnessing the second match, the youth with the scar of the Jinyu League also showed a solemn expression for the first time.

No wonder! Jialan's Nightmare Technique can directly affect the opponent's spirit. No matter how powerful the body is or if he is holding a top-quality spiritual weapon like Wei Zhong, once he is accidentally hit by this technique, I am afraid that he can only obediently be captured. .

With a dark face, Feng Zhan sent two disciples forward to bring Wei Zhong back from the drowsiness. Seeing that his pained expression had receded, foam slowly flowed from the corner of his mouth. He snorted immediately, but took it out anyway. A blue pill was given to him, and then he told the reluctant look to take care of him.

After tidying up the scene a little, the female nun immediately announced the start of the third competition.

In this third match, Liu Ming from the Changfeng Club will play against Zhu Hao from the Heavenly Bird Sect.

Zhu Hao was the emaciated Heavenly Bird Sect man who had been staring at Liu Ming when he drew lots.

"Fellow Daoist Liu, I'll leave it to you for this one. I, Feng Zhan, are a person who walks the talk, and I will fulfill my original promise!" Feng Zhan turned his head and said word by word to Liu Ming.

With Wei Zhong's defeat, he could only pin his hopes on Liu Ming and Xin Yuan.

Hearing this, Liu Ming nodded to Feng Zhan, and then dodged into the magic circle.

"Boy, you are a mid-condensation cultivator who dares to enter this arena. If you are dying, hurry up and get down. Uncle's subordinates will not be merciful." The tall and thin man looked up and down at Liu Ming and sneered.

No wonder!

Regardless of his appearance, body shape, and imposing manner, Liu Ming is really ordinary. Anyone who sees him at first glance will most likely regard him as an unknown ordinary cultivator.

Liu Ming looked at the person in front of him but smiled and said nothing.

When the tall and thin man saw this, his face turned cold, and he stopped talking. With a wave of his sleeves, the blue light flashed in his hands!

"Chichi" loudly!

"A dozen cyan wind blades scattered and shot towards Liu Ming.

"Wind Blade Technique Great Perfection." This move was all too familiar to Liu Ming. He practiced this technique to the Great Perfection state during his spiritual apprenticeship. He was clear about its attack characteristics and, after a blurry figure, More than a dozen wind blades passed through the body directly.

After another shake, Liu Ming appeared on the spot again.

Seeing his opponent avoiding his wind blade so calmly, the tall and thin man was slightly surprised, but with a wave of his sleeve, seven or eight cyan wind blades condensed in front of him again, and then he took out a cyan blade with one hand. Feather fan.

The feather fan shows that the azure light is misty, and under one fan, the misty azure light emitted by the wind blade in front of him is a bit more solid!

This feather fan spirit weapon has a certain blessing effect on wind blade technique!

The tall and thin man jumped up into the air, and the feather fan in his hand swung with a burst of azure light, and a dazzling azure light flashed, turning into a dozen or so indistinguishable phantoms, and his body shape also moved into the mid-air. The blue-colored wind blade also instantly turned into a wind blade hundreds of feet long, and flickered in the air.

For a time, in the mid-air in front of Liu Ming, there were more than a dozen opponents' phantoms and the dense wind blades around them.

The next moment, seeing the phantoms of more than a dozen tall and thin men sneered at the same time, and with a wave of the feather fan in his hand, the densely packed and numerous wind blades blazed towards Liu Ming in the flash of blue light.

If faced with other spell attacks, Liu Ming might be a little bit in a hurry, but the opponent insisted on using the wind blade technique that he was all too familiar with, which was exactly what he wanted.

Liu Ming smiled, and as soon as his powerful mental power was released, he could see clearly the seven or eight true wind blades mixed with the azure light that hit his face and where the opponent's real body was.

He immediately flashed black light in both hands, grabbed a heavy water droplet in each of his palms, and then twisted his body in an incredible way, easily swaying past the seven or eight true wind blades, and after another flash, it was like a ghost. appeared in front of one of the phantoms of tall and thin men.