Chapter 201

Yun Zhongyu endured the severe pain in his head and spit out a large mouthful of Nascent Soul essence.

The hand of divine consciousness swelled up in the wind and blocked in front of him.

Bang, bang, bang!

The ghost weapons of the four arms were all blocked by the hand of divine consciousness.

The hand of divine consciousness smashed again.

The four arms were forced to retreat several feet.

However, the hand of divine consciousness also dimmed on the spot and dissipated into nothingness.

Chu Xuan couldn't help shaking his head.

The most amazing thing about Nascent Soul cultivators is the Nascent Soul essence.

Consuming the Nascent Soul essence can directly enhance the power of spells without reason.

Yun Zhongyu and Lei Mingyang fought just now, and some Nascent Soul essence should have been consumed.

Now he can still spit out a large mouthful.

He is really worthy of being a genius of the Samsara Sect.

Taking advantage of this opportunity to catch his breath, Yun Zhongyu immediately activated a golden rope and entangled Chu Xuan head and head.

The ghost king is indeed powerful.

But as long as the person who controls the ghost king is killed, the two ghost kings will naturally fall apart.

Yun Zhongyu glanced at the two ghost kings with greed in his eyes.

Ghosts with their own ghost weapons are rare.

The four-armed ghost king actually has four ghost weapons.

It is rare in the world.

If he can take it away, his strength will definitely increase greatly.

As for other cultivators in the Samsara Sect, they may have complaints about this...

What a joke.

Good and evil are only a thought away.

Would he care about those?

Therefore, Yun Zhongyu attacked Chu Xuan, not with an attacking magic weapon, but a controlling magic weapon.

He wanted to control Chu Xuan's soul.

Force this person to give up the soul mark of the two ghost kings and take over by himself!

Seeing that Yun Zhongyu threw out a golden rope, Chu Xuan had some thoughts in his mind.

He immediately guessed Yun Zhongyu's thoughts.

Chu Xuan sneered.

Ordered the two arms to block in front of him.

He used his merit to perform Mahayana Yifanyin and immediately retreated.

He dodged the golden rope in an instant.

At the same time, his left hand hidden in his sleeve accidentally passed through the air.

It seemed to have scattered some things.

Dangdangdang!

The two sides fought for several more rounds.

Chu Xuan threw out a large number of magic talismans.

Various wolf souls, tiger souls, and snake souls surrounded Yun Zhongyu and gnawed at him.

Yun Zhongyu was annoyed.

Although the demon souls in front of him were all Jindan stage, there were many of them.

He had just killed one, and more demon souls rushed over fearlessly.

In less than a hundred breaths, this guy actually threw out a hundred magic talismans!

Isn't it very difficult to make this thing?

Why does the other party throw it as if it's free?

Moreover, in the gap between throwing the magic talismans, the other party will also throw out a large number of other Jindan stage talismans.

Such as earth prison talismans, five thunder talismans, etc.

Although the control effect is not strong and the power is not great.

But it's like a mosquito bite.

Coming from time to time is enough to drive him crazy.

Yun Zhongyu was extremely annoyed.

He felt that this man was like a slippery poisonous snake.

Although he was very weak, he could never catch him.

He still had to worry about being bitten by the poisonous snake's fangs.

In this case...

Then he could only give up the two ghost kings.

One strike will kill!

"Kill!"

Chu Xuan shouted in a low voice.

He manipulated the divination plate with his two arms and started his exploits again.

After all, this was a ghost king, and Yun Zhongyu did not dare to fight hard.

He immediately mobilized the nearly exhausted spiritual consciousness in his sea of ​​consciousness and wanted to use the secret method of spiritual consciousness to protect himself.

At this time, he suddenly found that his spiritual consciousness suddenly became unsmooth.

It was as if something was stuck in the meridians.

Yun Zhongyu suddenly changed color.

Poisoned!

When did he get poisoned? !

Chu Xuan noticed his slightly changed complexion and immediately laughed.

Just now, he had been secretly sprinkling poison powder and trying to hold his breath.

He sprinkled 22 kinds of poison powder.

Among them, there were three kinds of strong poison, eight kinds of slow poison, five kinds of soul-damaging poison, and six kinds of body-damaging poison.

Most of them did not work.

Unexpectedly, it was the "Bad God Powder" that attached to the consciousness and entered the body, thereby delaying the operation of the consciousness, that worked!

Yun Zhongyu is indeed a cultivator in the middle stage of the Nascent Soul.

His resistance to poison is too strong.

I have to study more about poison techniques in the future.

Try to make a more powerful poison.

The battle between masters often takes a breath.

Because of this moment of slowness, Yun Zhongyu's secret method of consciousness could not be released instantly.

The four arms that had been waiting for a long time immediately seized the opportunity, rushed forward, and chased after him!

The ring-headed knife, the vajra, the fine steel hammer, and the trident spear greeted Yun Zhongyu non-stop.

Yun Zhongyu was slow at every step, and could only passively take the beating.

The sea of ​​consciousness was constantly shaking.

The soul was in danger.

Deep in his heart, Yun Zhongyu finally felt the horror of death.

Previously, he thought that even if he capsized in the gutter, he would only be injured, but he could eventually kill this Jindan cultivator.

But now, he actually felt the threat of death!

It was unbelievable!

If he was still reluctant to use his trump card, he would definitely die!

He had a strong premonition in his heart!

"Damn it... Damn it!"

"I was forced to this point!"

Yun Zhongyu roared.

His whole body suddenly burst into brilliant golden light.

Behind his head, a circle of golden wheels of merit suddenly rotated.

At this moment, the surrounding darkness was illuminated as daylight.

Many cultivators were attracted and looked here.

"Reversal of merit!"

"Evil karma knife!"

Yun Zhongyu shouted angrily and suddenly spit out a palm-sized knife.

This is his life-long magic weapon, the evil karma knife.

Except for the two saints of the Samsara Sect, very few people can force him to use this treasure.

The golden wheel of merit behind Yun Zhongyu's head also spun wildly at this moment.

In an instant, it turned into a raging fire and burned wildly.

Yun Zhongyu's body was immediately entangled with the powerful evil karma.

It was as if an invisible knife reduced his luck.

From then on, there were many disasters! Reduced blessings and shortened life!

Wei Ji, Shangguan Hao and others looked at Yun Zhongyu in surprise.

Any cultivator who wants to impact a higher realm will generally accumulate merit consciously or unconsciously.

More merit, more benefits.

The most important thing is that it can weaken the power of the heavenly tribulation.

The heavenly tribulation is not just talk.

From the moment of breaking the pill and becoming an infant, there are the Yuanying Heaven Tribulation, the Incarnation Heaven Tribulation, the Out-of-Body Heaven Tribulation... and so on.

If you can get through it, you will be a great power and live happily for hundreds and thousands of years.

If you can't get through it, you will be reduced to ashes! From then on, you will die!

As a genius of the Samsara Divine Sect, Yun Zhongyu has a layer of golden wheel of merit, which is not surprising.

But Yun Zhongyu was forced to this point and had to reverse the merit and transform it into karma, just to kill the opponent.

You know, if the merit is reversed and turned into evil karma, the power will be greatly increased.

As long as the opponent's merit is not as good as yours, even if it is only slightly stronger, it will not be able to resist this terrible evil karma attack!

Will be killed instantly!

"Die!"

Yun Zhongyu's face was ferocious.

He vowed to kill Chu Xuan and the two ghost kings together!

The two arms were solemn and blocked in front of Chu Xuan.

"Dad, if I die, please take good care of Sibi. This guy is not easy to worry about. He used to be greedy, but now he eats until he vomits every day..."

Sibi barked a few times and rushed in front of Chu Xuan.

Four life ghost weapons were sacrificed, staring at the evil karma knife that suddenly chopped down.

Chu Xuan looked at the evil karma knife that broke through the air.

Just smiled slightly.