Chapter 0963 Truce

The warm gaze of Our Lady of Ten Thousand Sons swept across hundreds of indifferent faces, and finally said to the three-soul monster: "Go and fight for the monster clan.

As soon as Mo San nodded, the three-spirit monster disappeared with a pop, and appeared forty miles away with an explosion. This was not the teleportation technique of a high-level Taoist priest. Although the distance was short, it had powerful offensive power. Eleven The restriction formed by the common sense and strong opinions was broken through by him.

The three heads of the three-hundred monster roared at the same time, without any further entanglement with Jian Feng Chang Spell. After breaking through the restriction, it disappeared for the second time. This time, it appeared twenty miles away, destroying another layer of restriction in the Taoist tradition. The murderous aura has spread all over his body, and Yao Er and Mo San are completely under his control. His purpose is to kill the Taoist priests, not to compete with the magic, so he goes straight to the lonely peak in the northeast, where the Taoist position is.

Eleven gusts were furious when they saw the wind. They stopped on the road to show off their power. At the same time, they grew more than a hundred feet in length and rushed towards the Taoist priest of Yelin Town with a devastating force. The distance of dozens of miles seemed to be just a stone's throw away.

"Let me learn the Fu Rimang spell." Mr. Yishi was the first to be unconvinced. The Demonic Soul Pearl in his hand split out eleven beams of blood-red light and pounced on the incoming enemy.

Seeing the wind, Chang stopped. Although the blood was as thin as a tree branch, the power it emitted was no weaker than the body of hundreds of feet. The two sides were in a stalemate. The trees on the ground fell in pieces, like egg whites being stirred, and smoke rose into the sky. They rise up and join together, like giant mountains that suddenly appear, and they are getting taller and taller.

"Huh..." Mr. Yishi rolled his eyes wildly and slapped his right arm with his left hand several times, "Jianfeng Chang is really well-deserved. Taoist priests, don't watch the fun. Let me tell you, I have seen through the victory a long time ago. If you bear the honor and disgrace, just run away.”

Yang Qingyin didn't want to wait any longer. The Frost Soul Sword seemed to be full of power, and the branch-shaped patterns on the sword were flashing blue, showing a bit of urgency.

The Frost Soul Sword shot out a beam of blue light, hitting the tallest wind-seeing leader. Suddenly there was thunder, and the whirlwind became bigger. The other ten smaller wind-seeing leaders quickly returned and merged with the main whirlwind. Mr. Yishi The bloody light also became concentrated.

"It's nothing more than taking Sunmang!" Mr. Yishi began to boast, "I have the inner elixir of the sixth level of Yuemang, which is only a little bit worse than you, but I have the Demonic Soul Bead and the most wonderful magic in the world to help me. So-called Whether it’s a battle of wits or not, I’m still better than you!”

The Taoist priests are not so confident. Even if they are at the seventh level of Yuemang and the first level of Sunmang, there is a huge gap. Seeing the Wind is a very powerful spell, but it is tangible and qualitative. It is not the most powerful trick of Sunmang. Its purpose was to demonstrate and intimidate. Shi Hanyuan on the opposite side had not yet used his special move, but the Taoist priests on the other side had tried their best.

In any case, they caught the first round of attacks, and they became stronger when they saw the wind. However, there was a limit. Amidst the continuous thunder, the wind became stronger and stronger, but the growth rate of power was slowing down.

"Mother of the Ten Thousand Sons, I'm not here to give orders. That's my job." Lord Yishi shouted, trying to mobilize all his strength.

Our Lady of Ten Thousand Sons raised her slender arms and said before launching her attack: "I am just an ordinary banshee with simple magic. Please don't laugh at me."

Her fingers were like newly grown vine branches, extremely soft and intertwined with each other. The five nails at the end were still hard and quickly fused together, like a sharp spearhead.

Her body was no longer swaying, and it was like an iron spear piercing deeply into the rocks at her feet, emitting layers of black energy.

"Not bad, Our Lady of Ten Thousand Sons, you are also quite capable." Mr. Yishi praised.

But the next spell disappointed him. Five small insects, not much bigger than flies, flew out from the fingertips of the Virgin Mary. They buzzed towards the battlefield and were blown away by the wind after more than ten miles. direction.

With such a small spell, Our Lady of Ten Thousand Sons turned pale and out of breath from exhaustion. She retracted her arms and black energy and took a long breath, "No, that's it. I have to rest for a while. Fighting is really not what I'm good at." , The wounds left in the Battle of Wangshan have not healed yet.”

There were no waiters around to offer support. The Holy Mother Wan Zi looked around, her arms became longer, and they were placed on the shoulders of Yi Shijun and Yang Qingyin respectively. The two of them were concentrating on casting spells and could only endure it. Fortunately, Our Lady of Ten Thousand Sons was only seeking support and had no other influence.

"Taoist priests, it's time to go all out." Mr. Yishi had no choice but to encourage more than 500 main forces, "When I say go all out, I really mean go all out. Use your magic power until it is exhausted, use your inner elixir until it stops spinning, and see that the wind is about to grow. Not moving.

The Taoist priests have tried their best and are gritting their teeth and persisting.

The mountain-like wind-seeing leader is still growing, and is slowly approaching. With the combined efforts of everyone, it is still a little worse than it.

"Where did the three-soul monster go? Our Lady of Ten Thousand Sons, these are the monsters you created. None of them work." Mr. Yishi started to lose his temper.

The Holy Mother of All Sons just smiled, seeing the smoke and dust rolled up by the wind blocking everyone's sight. Even the third eye could not penetrate it, and no one could see the figure of the three-soul monster.

A panicked voice sounded from the feet of Lord Yishi, "Old Lord, do you need me to take action?"

Mr. Yishi looked down and asked inexplicably: "Who are you? Do I allow you to kneel next to me?"

Yin Buchen hurriedly took a few steps away, "Old Lord, I am your demon servant Yin Buchen, remember? I have served you for many years. I brought you three soul monsters a few days ago and learned the demon lord's righteous methods. That one.”

"Oh, it's you, come here."

Yin Buchen's face was filled with joy and he knelt down. Lord Yishi kicked the demon servant into the air, "Isn't it too early to help? The Taoist priest will fight for his life, but you have to fight for your life."

The thunder became louder and deafening. Seeing that he was about to be swallowed up, Yin Buchen was so frightened that he screamed. However, he did not stop casting spells because of this. He missed the days of following Taoist Master in his heart. No matter how ruthless Mu Xingqiu was, he would not kick him Kick him out to die.

Feixiao refused to follow, and Yin Buchen could only rely on himself. Seeing Feng Chang was close in front of him. It was not just smoke and broken branches and leaves. It contained countless spells, like sparks hidden under the ashes. It only took a little to ignite the fire. Something can ignite into a raging fire.

Yin Buchen was a fire starter. He couldn't stop or retreat, and death was right in front of him. He really tried his best. The seven chapters of the Demon Lord's rectification were rapidly circulating in his mind. He couldn't think of all seven chapters at the same time, but his speed was slow. It has been reached to the extreme.

Yin Buchen bumped into Jian Fengchang, and even felt the burning heat brought by the spell. He closed his eyes and only focused on casting the spell. He only heard loud noises in his ears, shaking his soul, his scalp was numb, and his ears seemed to be full. of lead. He centered on himself and kept making magical sounds, both offensively and defensively.

I don't know how much time passed, but after he was convinced that he was not dead, Yin Buchen opened his eyes and was shocked to find that his body had finally stopped. He saw that Feng Chang had disappeared and everything was quiet. The thunder in his ears was actually caused by Demon Lord Zhengfa.

"Haha, I'm still alive! Haha, I defeated Fu Rimang's magic!" Yin Buchen was extremely excited. He turned around and looked at his mountain peak, only to see Lord Yishi and the Taoist priests looking grim, not looking like they had won a great victory. .

The thunder in his ears dissipated, and Yin Buchen finally heard the voice coming from the distance. It was Shi Hanyuan, the Taoist priest who served in Rimang, speaking.

"...Tao, demons, and monsters actually have a chance to join forces and cease fighting for three days before deciding whether to live or die."

Shi Hanyuan actually took the initiative to withdraw the spell and withdrew immediately.

Yin Buchen stood stunned in the air, and the people behind him were also puzzled. Yang Qingyin slowly withdrew the Frost Soul Sword, "Why did the Taoist order cease fighting for three days? Shi Hanyuan is not only capable of this."

"He was frightened. It is possible that the three methods of magic combined could specifically defeat the Rimang Taoist priests." Mr. Yishi didn't understand the reason, but he would never admit it.

"It's probably because of the three-soul monster." Shen Ji guessed.

The three-soul monster came back, making explosive noises in the air. It could advance more than ten miles every time, but the direction was always a little off, and it almost hit Yin Buchen in the middle.

All three heads of the three soul monsters were bruised and swollen, especially Dao One, the main force in the battle. His head was tilted to one side and he had fainted. Yao Two stuck out his tongue and kept panting. Only Mo Three looked slightly better. "The enemy is so strong. We The only thing I missed was that I couldn't get through. Dao Yi was injured and Yao Er was tired, so I retreated."

"I thought you weren't afraid of death." Mr. Yishi sneered in a weird voice, "That's even more strange. Since you didn't even touch the Taoist priest, why did Shi Hanyuan retreat?"

"Shi Hanyuan was actually hit by a move." Our Lady of Ten Thousand Sons said.

"Were you hit? Or did you see something?" Mr. Yishi showed even more disdain. He personally went to capture the Holy Mother of All Sons, knowing very well that her strength was at Xingluo level at most, maybe a little worse. What this banshee is best at is giving birth to little monsters, not fighting.

"The ghost-faced insect I released sent news that Shi Hanyuan's soul suffered a heavy blow and he must retire for a while." Our Lady of Ten Thousand Sons raised an arm, raised her index finger and shook it in front of her face, and a small insect flew out. It wasn't long before it was back in my fingers.

"The soul is attacked? Huh...huh..." Mr. Yishi wanted to laugh, but after thinking about it, he changed his mind and stared at Daoyi, the head of the three soul monsters. They do have some talent. Tell me first what is going on with these three demon babies? The souls are just controllers and cannot provide such powerful magic power."

"He has the body of the Virgin Mary's skull."

"The living Madonna is not very capable, how powerful can the dead Madonna be? Don't even think of lying to me."

"He absorbed dozens of divine pills from Xuanwu Feixiao."

"That would only touch the edge of the realm of concentration. It is absolutely impossible to fight with Rimang Taoist priest."

"Perhaps the demon soul is reincarnated in the body of one of the three babies."

"That's even more nonsense. It will take at least ten years for the demon soul to awaken. Even if you find it, it's just an ordinary little demon."

Our Lady of Ten Thousand Sons spread her arms, "Then I really don't know. Anyway, these three demon babies are very special. I felt it soon after they were born. As for what is special, it is difficult to describe."

"You have to describe it. You have to describe it even if you want to break your head. This is your task for the next three days. No, God, I have to stay for two days."

Mr. Yishi turned to the Taoist priests with a proud and proud look of a savior, "We will fight again in three days. You must be more careful than today. What kind of treasure is this? You have never taken it out before."

Mr. Yishi summoned the fragments of the Frost Soul Sword and held them tightly in his hand, "I just saved you, so this counts... Hey, it's strange, there is something inside."