Lingxian Zhenjun

Chapter 324 Erlang Kamui, Invincible

"Is that your divine man?"

Monk Zhenhai looked at the silhouette in the white smoke, quite horrified. Even if he couldn't see the figure or appearance, he might feel the divine power blooming faintly, restrained but sharp.

It was also the first time for Chen Yuan to see him. Although he didn't see the face, the Xiaotian dog over there squatted aside like a licking dog and frantically wagged its tail. Except for Erlang Shen Yang Jian, he couldn't find anyone else.

"Yuan pays homage to Erlang Xiansheng Zhenjun."

He stepped forward to salute. As for the surrounding barbarians, Chen Yuan probably didn't need to make a move. Just a three-pointed two-edged knife fell down, and there were corpses everywhere. If the real body came out, they might be blown up for miles around.

The white smoke curled around and gradually sank to the ground. The figure standing with hands behind his back turned his face slightly, looked at Chen Yuan indifferently, just nodded, and walked towards the screaming and writhing bald barbarian in front of him.

"Shoutiangou, I have never hit..."

In the falling smoke, Erlang Shen's figure slightly raised his hand, and the arm that the bald barbarian was holding to the broken leg snapped, and a long bloody arrow shot out.

I don't know if he knew he was going to die, but the bald barbarian stopped screaming and panicking at this time. He only had one arm supporting the ground, dragged his body back, and pulled out a bright red blood blanket.

In the open mouth, the black teeth were covered with sticky blood, and red 'silk threads' were pulled out with the lips moving constantly, and the mouth spoke an incomprehensible barbarian language.

In just two breaths, the arm supporting the ground quietly drew a blood-colored talisman with his fingers, and then he sneered at Chen Yuan and Erlang God, who was half-figured in the smoke.

"He...was summoning God?" Chen Yuan frowned, looking at the runes drawn under the other's fingers, it was almost impossible to interrupt.

Immediately, he raised his hand and held the sword and slashed obliquely downward, and a layer of gangster energy suddenly appeared all over his body.

——Dragon Slaying Qi.

Turning his head, he called to the row of wooden frames: "If the old grandson is not dead, bring my master here!"

"Oh, my master, you don't even have to ask if I'm injured or not." The fat Taoist folded his arms, with a big toad lying on his shoulder, and hurriedly pulled the crazy old man around the side of the wooden frame and ran towards Chen Yuan.

Here, at the same time that Zhenhai monk stuck his Zen staff into the ground, Yang Jian narrowed his eyes slightly, looked away from the dying barbarian, looked at the half-tilted altar in the distance, raised his hand to grab it, and was suspended above the pit The three-pointed two-edged knife swished, and fell from his hand.

With the muffled sound of 'boom', a circle of air waves mixed with dust spread out in a circular shape.

"Faces!"

The voice of the Dharma reverberated, and the golden light immediately overflowed from the body, the hair was neatly combed upwards, showing the crown of flying phoenixes of three mountains, the two fairy belts wrapped around the arms behind the white gold robe danced backwards, the center of the eyebrows was decorated with a vertical vermilion, and the silk on the feet Auspicious clouds swirled around, and the short-haired white dog hooked up to the golden thunder and roared, bared its teeth and roared.

"Pretend to be a ghost, and don't come out yet!"

With a flick of Yang Jian's hand, a golden light the size of a jade bead flew towards the collapsed altar. The next moment, a big black hand stretched out from the crooked altar rune, grabbed the light ball, and crushed it.

The ground shook at this moment, and the sunlight in this piece of heaven and earth converged back into the clouds at this moment, and a black shadow gradually rose up from the huge outstretched arm.

There are also hoarse, overlapping voices resounding.

"I am the god of darkness, the source of fear, the omen of sleep, Kagadel!"

"Humph!"

Yang Jian glanced at the bald barbarian, he was dead, his face was pale, and none of the blood flowed into the magic circle, it could be seen that the talisman circle summoned such a thing.

He turned his face slightly, his eyes slanted towards Chen Yuan and the others.

"Back up three feet."

The moment the words fell, the three-pointed and two-edged knife shot straight out, and in parallel with it, there was the roaring dog who bared his teeth and ran wildly. With a kick of his churning feet, he rushed at the black giant who had walked out of the talisman like an arrow. Biting the opponent's calf, as if there was no flesh and blood, the sharp fangs directly plunged into the black layer.

Different from ordinary beasts, the roaring dog's teeth immediately made the black giant scream out in pain. With his right hand, he blocked the flying three-pointed two-edged knife, and with the other hand, he fanned out a strong wind with thick black air, blowing Yang Jian, who was facing that side, and the white dog on his calf who wanted to fly away together.

The wind whistled, and the entrained black air stopped abruptly two feet away in front of Yang Jian, and the black air was also dissipated by the white gold wide sleeves that were blown away.

"Ugh!"

The western dark god named Kagardel stepped on it painfully, and there were several vibrations in succession, but the white dog on the calf seemed to be hanging on it, and he couldn't get it off by shaking it back and forth.

The black giant's eyes glowed with green fire, and the moment he roared, the ground under his feet split open, and the black soil suddenly became speckled with green, which is one of his spells, dirty soil.

"Tips for carving insects."

Yang Jian withdrew his weapon, flew up to the sky, raised his hand and grasped it, a golden bow appeared, hung the string in the air, and a feathered arrow appeared, and shot out at the head of the black giant below. Grab it, transform into a pair of black bow and arrow and shoot it out.

The two arrows collided in mid-air, and there was a bang sound. The golden and dark rays of light swayed away, and the cliffs around the valley shook with rumbling noises.

Kagadel's huge figure shook slightly, and he leaned back. The moment he was returning to his figure, he leaned forward and sprayed out a puff of black smoke, which poured out like a flood. The smoke touched trees and buildings, and instantly ignited. A black flame ignited and swam in all directions along the air.

"Back to the wind and back to the fire!"

Yang Jian stroked his sleeve and stretched out the magic weapon in his hand, the wind howled between the sky and the earth, the rolling black smoke and the black flame that was crazily flying around, shrinking towards the position when it was burning at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Destroy!"

When the last sound of Dharma sounded, a long golden rope flew out from Yang Jian's sleeve, and when the storm swelled, it stirred up Kagadel several times, and black smoke overflowed from his huge body, outlining the lines of his muscles.

"God of foreign lands, Kagadel will not let you defeat me!"

For the strange gods, Kagadel naturally understood that the other party might be from the east. Supreme once said that he must be careful of them, but as soon as he came out, he started fighting before he saw them clearly. Even if he recognized the other party now, but It's hard to fight.

The huge figure quickly shrank under the golden rope.

During the struggle, he rose up again, trying to break away from him. He was not here, so his divine power was naturally insufficient, and he looked at the figure standing in the air with hatred.

The black figure gradually turned into nothingness, and when the golden rope was loosened, the black smoke dispersed, leaving only a puddle of unpleasant black liquid.

"The gods of the East, I haven't learned yet..."

Yang Jian's robe fluttered, and he pointed in the air, and the soldiers turned into golden light and flew over, echoing in the empty air, before Kajadel's words fell, Kajadel's voice came out: "Ah!" Screaming, and then the sound and the fluctuation of divine power disappeared completely.

"This incident tells us a truth."

Looking at the sky that was gradually getting more sunshine in winter, he shrugged his shoulders and said with a smile: "Don't leave harsh words when you run away, especially in front of people who are stronger than you."

(End of this chapter)