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Chapter 145 Conspiracy (Please collect, please subscribe!)
Abandoning everything and frantically chasing immortals, it is inevitable that they will not be able to break through the barrier of life and death.

To put it simply, if a monk is too afraid of death, it is often difficult to display his full strength in the process of fighting with swords and swords. defeat.

That is, if you care too much about something, it is easy to lose something because of it.

Of course, those who abandon all those who seek longevity and those who can overcome the terror of life and death are actually relatively few, and the vast majority of monks are in between the two, in the middle position.

The phantom of the ghost face fled crazily, but every time it flew in a direction, an incomparably sharp will descended, driving it to fly forward in a certain limited direction.

It wasn't until flying to a very high altitude, with strong winds, that five Foundation Establishment cultivators (two joined in the middle) surrounded it from all sides, cast spells together, and strangled it completely.

After the ghost cultivator of the ninth floor of the foundation died, a ghost mask and a spirit bead that overflowed with spiritual light were left in the void.

Zhang Lie thought that his attack speed was fast enough, but he was still a little slow when he grabbed things. He only grabbed a third-order ghost spirit orb, but the ghost mask of unknown value was caught by the man who had just summoned it. The old monk of the rune sword took it away.

"Senior Brother Hu, this ghost was strangled by everyone's joint efforts, you can't swallow it alone!"

"Yeah, what did you snatch just now? You and Junior Brother Zhang snatched it all before I saw it clearly."

"Hey, you and I are brothers in the same sect, how can you eat alone? What are you in a hurry for?"

Zhang Lie didn't care about the performance of the old fritters around him. He deliberately drove the ghost face here in his heart. Of course, what he wanted was not just one or two spiritual objects.

"According to the time, it should be almost here. Sure enough, it is here."

With the passage of time, violent aura fluctuations appeared in the southwest, and quickly moved towards Zhang Lie and the others.

As soon as they felt this, the expressions of the four Foundation Establishment cultivators who were still arguing changed, and they wanted to fly down.

However, it was too late, because that stupefied Zhang Lie, Junior Brother Zhang, had already controlled Yu Feijian and went up to meet him.

In the sky, there was a thick cloud of blood surging.

Daoist Ganfeng, who has been fighting continuously for a month, even with the help of a blood flame streamer equivalent to a fifth-order high-grade magic weapon, at this moment, his consciousness has declined and most of his mana has been exhausted.

But at this time, the most critical moment has come.

Having been brothers with Qingyangzi for hundreds of years, Daoist Ganfeng could not and would not retreat at this time, but at this time, four or five evil spirits from the Purple Mansion rushed out of the abyss and broke through the five elements The seven-star formation, culling out.

Qianfeng really wants to stop it, but he really can't resist it.

At this moment, Zhang Lie diffused his sword energy, and appeared in front of Daoist Ganfeng with four foundation-establishment cultivators in good condition behind him.

His mind was not as deep as that of Qingyang or Chimei, and at the same time, Ganfeng Daoist, who was already exhausted from the fight, was immediately moved to tears.

"Patriarch, I will come to help you!"

In the past few days, Zhang Lie, who had calculated countless times before and after this matter, raised his hand and was bombarded by a blast of water and fire.

He directly summoned a ghost from the purple mansion, reducing the pressure on Daoist Ganfeng.

However, correspondingly, the four veterans who followed behind him scolded their mothers in unison.

But they can't help it, and even this battle has to rely on Zhang Lie's ferocity and combat power to a certain extent.

"Hahahahahaha, what a disciple of the Seven Demons, you really dare to be the first in the world, you temporarily entangle one ghost for me, and when the ancestor refines the remaining three, he will come to rescue you."

While laughing wildly, Daoist Ganfeng didn't forget to wave the blood flame banner, turning into countless shadows of blood flames, affecting and controlling the ghosts all around.

The blood flame banner not only has a strong corrosion and incineration effect, but also can seduce the soul and control the enemy, affecting and manipulating the opponent to a certain extent.

Zhang Lie also knew in his heart that his act of dragging the same family into the water was a bit unkind, so he tried his best to protect everyone in the ensuing battle.

Seeing Zhang Lie's bravery, his flying sword was almost fighting for his life, and the morale of the other four Foundation Establishment monks was also boosted, and they sacrificed spells and magic tools that they would not be willing to use on weekdays. The ghosts of Touzi Mansion fought with great vigor and excitement.

However, it is extremely dangerous for the monks in the Foundation Establishment Realm to join the battle in the Purple Mansion Realm without forming a formation. Even if most of the ghosts in the Purple Mansion Realm are besieged by Daoist Ganfeng, the aftermath of their attacks It will still affect everyone.

Fighting against a ghost together from the front, and then being attacked by the aftermath of a level higher than oneself from behind, the situation is of course quite dangerous, and one careless will cause serious injury and damage to the road, or even die directly as a result.

Fortunately, the Daoist Ganfeng who received support was stronger than Zhang Lie expected, or he also cared to take care of them. This was the first group of disciples who came to support him.

Therefore, half an hour after the chaotic and fierce battle between the two sides, the sky and the earth suddenly turned blood red.

A vortex of blood flames suddenly appeared in the blood flame streamer, and a large number of dark red skull ghost heads gushed out of it, flying out, biting those ghosts, and in the subsequent wrestling, under the pressure of spells Under the blow, these dark red skeleton ghost heads pulled three of the four ghosts in the Purple Mansion Realm into the blood flame streamer.

The ghostly sky is completely clear.

Then, everyone worked together to disperse the remaining ghosts. As for the low-level ghosts that fled in all directions, let's ignore them for the time being.

"Cough cough cough..."

Standing in the middle of a tumbling blood cloud, the slightly embarrassed Ganfeng Daoist coughed violently. It was obvious that he had some internal injuries.

And the five foundation-building monks headed by Zhang Lie were not having a good time. One of the elderly foundation-building monks was even torn off an arm, and a middle-aged monk suffered serious internal injuries. die.

"You five, you did a good job. After returning to the sect this time, I will ask for credit for you juniors!"

"Okay, now first"

Go back, these four words have not yet been exported.

Zhang Lie had already stepped forward, and said after saluting:
"Patriarch Qianfeng, this junior and Wanyi have formed a Taoist couple. In a few days, the disciple and Wanyi will become a Taoist couple. The disciple wants to give Wanyi a beloved thing and ask the patriarch to make it happen."

Daoist Ganfeng frowned slightly because he was interrupted, but Zhang Lie had some weight in his heart because of his performance just now, so he didn't interrupt immediately.

"So, what do you want?"

"Wanyi and her disciples both love calligraphy, especially the half of the scriptures you left in the Dharma Hall of the Taoist Palace. They are even more favorites, but they have been copied for many years... Please give me the other half."

(End of this chapter)