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The dragon spear in the sky wanted to rush down several times, but was blocked by the monk.

Jiaolongqiang was furious and questioned the monk.

"Vald donkey, why are you fighting with me here, how long can your thin soul last? You don't want to be reincarnated!"

The great monk: "Amitabha, the poor monk has a request for that Tanyue below. In order to save her life, my soul is not worth mentioning."

Flood Dragon Spear dismissively said: "You have something to ask for her? You hand her over to me, and I will handle this matter for you, how about it?"

The great monk said, "Amitabha, the benefactor doesn't need to worry about me, only she can do this! Besides, the poor monk watched your words and deeds. You shouldn't be able to kill people in this ruins. Why do you have to kill that female Tanyue now?"

"He has Liu Zhengxia's spiritual fluctuations. If Liu Zhengxia hadn't beaten me seriously and thrown me to the bottom of the sea, I wouldn't have been dug out of my spine and forged into a weapon! Anyone who is close to Liu Zhengxia will die!"

"The wrong has its head, and the debt has its owner. If you really want to take revenge, go to Liu Zhengxia. How can you blame others?"

"I'm already a weapon, so I can do whatever I want, and I don't have the idea of ​​compassion like you monks. Monk, if you don't get out of the way, I'll smash your bones to pieces!"

"The benefactor does not need to threaten the poor monk. The poor monk has long said that as long as you step over the poor monk's corpse, the poor monk will naturally have nothing to do with it."

"Good! Good! Good! Don't you want to risk your life? I'll play with you!"

The blood mist of the dragon spear deepened, and the turbulent sea water smashed towards the monk's head. The monk couldn't dodge, so he could only raise the nine-ringed tin rod to hit it hard.

Bang lang lang!
The loud noise spread around with the turbulent water flow, Yang Zhao was so washed that he couldn't stand still, and was almost washed away by the water flow.

When the two were fighting anxiously, the great monk's whisper suddenly came from Yang Zhao's ears.

"Tanyue, the poor monk has been dead for hundreds of years, and there is nothing left of the incense; he has not turned to the ghost way, and there is not even half of his cultivation base; it is okay to fight this dragon spear for a short time, but the poor monk will definitely not be able to win after a long time. He, Tanyue, you still have to make plans early, and it is reasonable to get out of the ruins earlier."

Yang Zhao was a little startled when she heard this, she took a deep breath to forcefully calm down, bowed her head and muttered to herself.

"Master, I could get out by smashing the talisman, but I don't know what method the dragon gun used, which affected the surrounding space. I couldn't get out after shattering the talisman."

Great monk: "That's easy. Later, the poor monk casts a spell to suppress it here. You can just run straight. If you run a certain distance, the broken spell will naturally send you out, but my soul is thin, so I may suppress it." It won't be long, you have to hurry up."

Yang Zhao: "Don't worry, master, I understand. But what will you do if I run away?"

"Don't worry about Tanyue, I'm just delaying with you for some time. I can retreat as soon as you leave. Those foundation-building monks are watching below, trying to subdue it. Once I retreat, they will naturally surround it."

Yang Zhao looked at the group of foundation-building monks beside him. The fighting skills in the sky attracted more and more foundation-building monks, and now there are more than 30 people standing there.

A group of people were whispering there, eager to try.

Yang Zhao quickly took out a Bigu Pill and stuffed it into his mouth, just in case he needed it.

After running away for a long time, she was already a little hungry.

"Master, go out to the ruins with me, I will find a way to send you back to your hometown."

"No need, the poor monk has been here for hundreds of years, and he has long been used to it. It's important for Tan Yue to run for his life." There was a hint of melancholy in the voice of the great monk.

Yang Zhao gritted his teeth and nodded fiercely.

"I understand, just wait for me, you can't go out with me, I will ask someone to take you out, and I will definitely bring you back to your roots."

She trotted all the way and came to the pile of foundation-building monks.

"Senior Sheng, I have some things I want to discuss with you alone, can I speak privately?"

The people next to them immediately turned their attention to the two of them, looking like they were enjoying the show.

Sheng Tsui raised his eyebrows, bowed his head and said a few words to the people beside him, and followed Yang Zhao to a distance.

He took out a small charm from his cuff, and with a blow of spiritual power, it emitted a faint green light.

"This is a silent charm, you can speak freely if you have anything to say."

Yang Zhao: "I want to give money, please bring that senior from the sky when you unearth the ruins."

"Oh? He's been dead here for hundreds of years. Ordinary undead are too reluctant to leave their burial place. Have you obtained senior's approval for this plan?"

"Senior, he is willing. He and I are of the same clan. It is our tradition for fallen leaves to return to their roots."

Sheng Tsuji nodded slightly: "It's not too difficult, how many taels do you think of?"

"See what you mean, I have nothing to say."

Sheng Tsuji thought for a while: "200 taels of silver!"

"Row!"

Yang Zhao reached out to take out her pocket, but Sheng Tsui hurriedly stopped her.

"I'll pay the money after I take him out."

Yang Zhao didn't put his hand down, poured out five or six gold leaves and handed them over.

"Senior Sheng, these are counted as a deposit, and I feel at ease if you accept them."

Sheng Tsuji chuckled, and took the gold leaves: "Yes, I will put your mind at ease."

Yang Zhao bowed deeply: "Senior Sheng, please."

Sheng Tsui dodged to the side: "There's no need to be too polite, I'll do things if you pay me, it's only natural."

The two said goodbye to each other, and Mori Tsuji turned and went back.

"Thank you Tanyue for planning for the poor monk."

"Master, you are my life-saving grace, I really deserve your thanks."

Great monk: "Attention Tanyue, the poor monk is about to cast a spell to trap that dragon spear."

Yang Zhao looked up, and saw that the great monk's body was covered with golden light, and the flesh and blood gradually disappeared, and the pale skeleton inside was turned golden by the golden light.

Seeing this change, the people below talked a lot.

"The one above doesn't look like a ghost cultivator, is this soul going to disperse?"

"I thought he was going to compete for the Flood Dragon Spear, but it's okay."

"Stop making sarcastic remarks. What good does it do you to anger him?"

……

In mid-air, the great monk lifted the dragon spear far away with a tin stick, pinched the Buddha's finger with one hand, and began to chant the mantra.

"Om, Ma, Ni, Pa, Mi, Hum."

I saw that one of his hand bones broke suddenly, carrying golden light on it, and flew outwards.

The hand bones are getting bigger and bigger, covering the face

Flood Dragon Spear.

The Jiaolong Spear rolled up and down, trying to throw the huge hand bone out.

But the hand bone seemed to have taken root, and it stuck to him tightly.

Moreover, the hand bones are still getting bigger and heavier.

Flood Dragon Spear simply transformed into a dragon body, trying to stretch the hand bone, but it was in vain, there was nothing he could do.

Seeing this, Yang Zhao summoned up his spiritual power and ran to a distance using the lightness technique.

"Vald donkey! Let me go!"

The great monk didn't say much, and he was still chanting the six-character Daming Dharani.

This hand bone has become the size of a hill, and the huge weight makes the dragon gun slowly descend, and the speed is getting faster and faster.

Boom!

A hill fell from the sky to the ground, pressing the dragon spear under it.

There are six big characters faintly floating on the hill.

Om, ma, ne, bah, me, hum.

The dragon gun kept shaking its head and tail inside, trying to break free from there, but the bones in its hand were as heavy as Mount Tai, even if it exhausted all its strength, it couldn't move.

Unwilling to give up, it recovered the gun body in an instant, and wanted to take the opportunity to slip out of it, but who knew that the hill formed by the hand bones seemed to grow in its flesh, and as it became smaller, it instantly filled the gap. Did not leave him.

Since then, it can no longer move.

"You bald donkey, just relying on you as a dead soul, how long can you hold me down? When I come out, your soul will be scattered, and you will not be reincarnated!"

Casually yelling at the dragon gun below, the great monk just ignored it.

In the end, he murmured the six-character mantra and applied mana to the hill.

Seeing the ever-changing battle situation, the foundation-building monks shook their heads in admiration.

"It's a good spell, no wonder the woman ran away early."

"Does anyone know what spell this is?"

"I don't know, but this spell is so powerful, it should be very famous!"

"Do you think I can buy this spell back if I spend money?"

"The senior above is a dead spirit, he probably won't need money."

"This Flood Dragon Spear has met its opponent!"

……

Although these foundation-building monks appreciate this spell, they are not optimistic about the skeleton in the sky, because the golden light on the skeleton that is visible to the naked eye is constantly struggling with the dragon spear, and the golden light on its body is gradually fading.

It is estimated that in a short time, the soul power on the skeleton will not be able to support this spell, and it will be time for the Dragon Spear to escape.

But after fighting for such a long time, the Flood Dragon Spear must have consumed a lot of spiritual power. After it comes out, it will increase the possibility of subduing it.

Everyone geared up and waited for that moment.

Sheng Tsui next to him frowned slightly. He took Yang Zhao's deposit and wanted to take the skeleton out, but now he lost a hand bone. If there is something missing in the end, will he give her a call after he goes out? discount?

On the other side, Yang Zhao didn't see this wonderful scene at all. She ran away without daring to turn her head, pinched the broken charm in her hand, and prayed for it to activate quickly.

Finally, she found that the broken charm in her hand was slightly warming up, showing signs of wanting to activate it.

Suddenly there was the sound of a mountain collapsing in the distance.

Yang Zhao was startled, and the speed was a little faster.

Finally, the broken talisman slowly broke free from her hand, and a black shadow rose from the broken talisman, which instantly grew bigger and enveloped her.

"You can't go! Leave it to me!"

A voice came from behind her, deafening.

The transmission speed of the activated spell suddenly slowed down, just like a stuck computer.

Yang Zhao turned his head, and saw a big gun approaching her quickly from the horizon, and the water it brought up was like a torpedo in a blizzard.

She was sweating all over, staring at the figure, praying silently in her heart.

"Quicker, please, quicker!"

It's a pity that praying is useless, and the speed of the spell is not faster.

The sharp-eyed dragon was getting closer and closer, Yang Zhao estimated the distance, and put two fingers between his eyebrows, ready to summon Lei Fa at any time.

Finally, the dragon gun was less than a hundred meters away from her.

"Subtle Vacuum, God Zhao Gong, Lei Lai!"

Crack, boom!

Lei Fa's speed was too fast, even if the Flood Dragon Spear had been prepared for a long time, it did not escape Lei Fa's pursuit, and was knocked down to the ground by this lightning, so there was no room for resistance.

This time, Jiaolongqiang lay on the ground for a while before struggling to get up.

It can be seen that it has injuries on its body, and its spiritual power doesn't seem to be sufficient at the beginning. Apart from the violent anger, it has already shown fatigue in other aspects.

"You bastard, I'm going to tear you apart!"

The talisman had almost covered Yang Zhao's whole body, she raised the big spear in her hand, pointing the point at the dragon spear, trying to buy some time for the last time.

"Hehe, the tick may shake the tree!"

The dragon spear flew in front of Yang Zhao in an instant, and wanted to crush her with its mouth wide open.

With both hands, Yang Zhao threw the spear towards Jiaolong's mouth, trying to attack Jiaolong's palate.

The Jiaolong closed his mouth, and with a click, Yang Zhao's big spear shattered in three sections.

It shook its head, spit out the garbage in its mouth, and slapped Yang Zhao with its big tail behind it with the sound of the wind.

call!
Yang Zhao leaped to the side, holding the magic sword given by the old shark in his hand, urging the frozen magic circle and the tough sword blade with spiritual power to meet the tail that was swinging sideways again.

Clang!
When the weapons collided, Yang Zhao was thrown out in an instant, and half of her body lost consciousness when she fell to the ground.

And that big tail was also frozen for most of it.

There are more and more places shrouded in spells.

This time, she was sure that the power of the Flood Dragon Spear had indeed become weaker. Before, she could be smashed into meatloaf with a single blow, but now she was not dead.

The big tail hit the ground in an instant, and although the ice crystals on it shattered all over the ground, there were still spots of hoarfrost hanging on it.

Yang Zhao took the opportunity to send mana wildly, raised his hand sword, and stabbed at it fiercely. The tail was too big a target for her, and he could hit it no matter what.

The frost that had just come off the tail sealed it up again.

"Young thief!"

The Jiaolong Spear let out an angry curse, its huge body instantly shrunk, and with a flick of the spear, it stabbed at Yang Zhao's head.

Lang Lang, a long sword shot straight over, knocking the tip of the dragon spear crooked.

It was Sheng Tsuji who made the move, and the monks in the Foundation Establishment period behind him had already caught up.

Flood Dragon Spear was not entangled with him. Over there, the entrance and exit spell had already wrapped Yang Zhao's whole body, and the color was slowly fading.

With a roar, the dragon gun stabbed out forcefully.

Yang Zhao was shrouded in a spell, and could no longer see the scene inside the ruins, but when she heard the roar, she tried to lean back, and with a "slap", her whole body hit the ground.

call!
With the sound of the wind, the dragon gun shot out close to the tip of her nose.

Yang Zhaoyi stood up, holding the magic sword in both hands, guarding against another attack from the dragon spear.

Suddenly the noise flooded into her ears, and she felt as if she had come to a busy city in an instant.

"Hey, why did this dragon gun come out?"

"Hey, that's true! I thought it would take more than ten years for this dragon gun to produce the ruins."

Suddenly, a shout was heard.

"You dare to act wild outside the ruins! Wait for me to come back!"

Only then did Yang Zhao realize that she had left the ruins and was now in front of the Luo Yihai Clan booth.

The loud shout just now was precisely the Luo Yihai clan who threw the dragon spear into the ruins last time.