Chapter 774: Fighting Ghost Soldiers

As soon as he got it.

The final pen was like a violent dragon, struggling wildly in his hand, and the golden shield formed by the Yang Fire suddenly became dim.

Shen Yuan's eyes condensed, and the attack of the aliens was more terrifying than he had imagined.

But what followed was a source of chaos like a surging river pouring into his body.

10000....50000.....almost 10,000 in the blink of an eye.

And it was not just the final pen in his hand, but also some inexplicable changes in the hall.

At the same time.

Front line.

Mo Feiming, who was arranging the defense line, suddenly shrank his pupils, and the words he wanted to say were stuck in his mouth.

"Mo Daoyou?" The woman sitting next to him asked with a puzzled look on her face.

"It's okay." Mo Feiming shook his head and squeezed out a smile on his face:

"Today's meeting ends here, and the rest of the things will be arranged by the two Daoists."

"Okay." The woman and the other person nodded.

Mo Feiming walked out of the hall, the emotions in his eyes could no longer be suppressed, his face became twisted and ferocious: "Who is it! How dare you touch my holy weapon!"

The black ghost rhyme condensed into a spear, trembling in his hand.

This is the clone of the ghost soldier's last stroke. Although its power is not as powerful as the real last stroke, it will not be lost. Even if it is lost, it only needs to pay some price to restore it.

This is also the practice of the major forces in Da Zhou. You must know that once the ghost soldier is lost, it is basically impossible to get it again.

He hurriedly flew towards the underworld, but when he was halfway, he suddenly stopped.

The twisted face also returned to calm.

"No, the war is about to start. If I go back now, I will inevitably be suppressed by the opponent, and the advantages I have built with great difficulty will all collapse."

He took a deep breath. In order to get the resources to break through the spirit in this war, he invested a lot of manpower and material resources, and even took risks himself.

"He is really useless. He can't even defend his home. But no matter what, he won't be beaten to the inheritance hall? Are the people who come to support him useless?" He frowned slightly and thought quickly in his mind.

"Could it be that the message of support is restricted?"

Mo Feiming turned around and soon came to the transmission hall.

The person in charge came out to greet him in person and listened to Mo Feiming's instructions. He breathed a sigh of relief: "I thought that fellow Daoist Mo had something important to leave. It was just to send a message. This is no problem."

After a while, three messages of support were sent out.

"If Mo Lin can't even defend this, then he will die." Mo Feiming's eyes flashed with a sinister look.

If it was before, he would try his best to go back, but the war is an excellent opportunity. Even if he abandons the Mo Gui Sect, he must strive for this opportunity.

But he didn't know that Mo Lin had already left Da Zhou.

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Chi Gui Sect.

"What's going on?" Listening to the report of the boy outside, Chi Jun frowned.

"Report to the ancestor, the Mo Gui Sect has sent a message of rescue." The boy's voice was trembling.

There was silence in the cave for a few breaths.

"Is it endless?" Chi Jun couldn't hold it in anymore, his face was full of anger. This was the first time that he was interrupted by these trivial matters at the critical moment.

"Tell Mo Lin that I'm in seclusion and let him solve it himself."

"Yes..." The boy wanted to say that the news of support came from Mo Feiming, but the anger in Chi Jun's tone made him choose to shut up.

The Chi Gui Sect still reported it, but as for the Youshui Family and the Qingshen Sect, they threw the news of support aside and abandoned it.

The inheritance hall.

The ghost rhyme surged like a tide, but this scene was shielded by the refining space outside.

Those who could sense the inheritance hall were forced to sleep by Shen Yuan, resulting in the fact that what happened here was not exposed.

However, Shen Yuan's situation was not very good at the moment.

After absorbing the source of chaos from the final note, he immediately picked up the magic ink, causing the two aliens to revive and triggering the formation left in the hall.

He was trapped in it.

"It was a mistake." Shen Yuan looked a little ugly. Although he had a backup plan, he didn't expect to fall into the trap.

The Ink Ghost Cult is indeed a force that has been passed down for thousands of years. Even he needs some time to break the formation.

What made him even more uncomfortable was that the ghost rhyme came in waves, and he had to share some pressure, which made it take longer to break the formation.

"I hope they can come later." Shen Yuan tried his best to break the formation.

"Swoosh!"

There was a shriek from behind.

Shen Yuan raised his eyebrows, stretched out his hand without looking back, and held the final note in his hand.

Unlike ordinary aliens, the aliens of the Great Zhou have some characteristics of weapons and cannot be imprisoned in body bags, otherwise there would be no need to cause such a big commotion.

Yes, if the ghost soldiers could be sealed so easily, the Great Zhou would have been solved long ago.

Throwing it backhandedly, the final stroke penetrated deep into the statue.

Although there was an accident this time, the harvest was not bad, with a total of 3000000%.

Unfortunately, the other disaster-level ghost weapons were placed in other inheritance sub-hall, and they could only be obtained depending on the situation.

Shen Yuan made a knife with one hand and chopped it hard on the light curtain of the formation.

Bang bang!

The light curtain of the formation sank outward, and the terrifying shock force burst out instantly, and ripples appeared on the light curtain.

Crack.

Cracks appeared one after another, but before Shen Yuan could be surprised, the surging ghost rhyme poured into the formation, and the cracks were restored to their original state at a lightning speed.

Shen Yuan's face darkened. His blow was enough to split a mountain in half, but this formation combined with the power of the aliens was only a painless blow.

"It seems that if I want to leave, I must first restrain a alien." He made a decision immediately.

Two Yang Fires floated in his hands, and were injected with the surging true essence like the abyss and the sea.

The Yang Fire seemed to have taken a tonic, and suddenly burst into a violent flame and turned into a golden spear.

He threw it hard and hit the attacking Mo Mo accurately.

The dragon transformed by Mo Mo opened its abyss-like mouth and swallowed the golden spear in one gulp.

"Bang!"

Passing through the mouth, the Mo Mo was nailed to the ground, and the terrifying ghost rhyme wave was paused.

Seeing this opportunity, Shen Yuan seized the time and slashed the light curtain again.

This time, the speed of repair was significantly reduced.

He was about to continue to work, trying to break the formation in one go, but the crisis from behind forced him to deal with it.

The final pen was held in his hand again, but unlike last time, the golden shield without two Yang Fires was like paper, and it broke instantly.

The cold, piercing, and deadly ghost charm invaded his body.

Shen Yuan's pupils shrank slightly, and severe pain came, just for a breath.

The palm seemed to be disordered and began to flatten. All the three-dimensional sense disappeared instantly. The palm that originally had textures and undulations became a two-dimensional plane, like a thin piece of paper.