Son-in-law of Chenglong

Chapter 137

Qingyunzi was the quickest to see the opportunity, he swayed and hid in his folding fan, the folding fan was filled with smoke and went straight to Xiaohan.

The Huangshan swordsman took a step slower, spouting blood, but relying on his profound skills, Yujian fled wildly, and the sword light only flashed, and he escaped into the clouds.

Fairy Tiansun was the worst. The demonic primordial spirit was directly blasted and turned into a ball of black light. The giant spider demon swallowed by the demonic primordial spirit screamed and turned into a golden light and flew away.

The rest of the heretics were worse than these three people. Although they each activated their magic weapons and wanted to protect themselves, they fell silently under the ringing of the falling soul bell. There were only a few hundred or dozens of them. , or there is a magic weapon to resist, or the distance is a little farther, or the skill is a little higher, and he can barely escape by controlling the light.

Wang Chong didn't expect that the Soul Falling Bell would suddenly show its power. Although Luo Huan had the ability to defend, it was not enough to defend against this soul-absorbing technique. As soon as Wang Chong released the flying sword and wanted to add a layer of protection, he felt a sharp pain in the forehead , the soul seemed to want to get out of the body, and just screamed badly, the phantom of the Buddha changed from small to large, like a mountain like a mountain, protecting Wang Chong, Yuan Gang and others, as well as three thousand Jinghe Shuifu soldiers.

The phantom of the Buddha raised his hand, and the falling soul clock was still showing its power, but it shook and fell into the giant palm of the Buddha.

Wang Chong immediately sensed that the phantom of the Buddha transformed by this mana could have lasted twelve hours, but in an instant, seven or eight hours were lost. He was horrified in his heart, and the phantom of the Buddha retracted again. In his body, only the Lost Soul Bell fell into his hand, and it changed to the size of a fist.

As soon as Wang Chong turned his mana and sent it into the Falling Soul Bell, he felt that he was driving straight in without any hindrance.

He could even perceive that the spell for refining the Falling Soul Bell was also recorded in the Langhuan Tianbei, and it was called the Falling Soul Technique.

This technique was quite popular in ancient times. There are Taoist immortals, monks from other sects, and everyone can practice it.

Famous magic weapons include Liuhun Banner, Falling Soul Bell, Yin Yang Mirror, and Falling Soul Red Bead. There are also spells that can be practiced alone without the help of magic weapons, such as Hum Ha Erqi, Seven Arrows with Nailheads, and Falling Soul Formation.

Wang Chong memorized the sky-hunting talisman on the Langhuan Tianbei like a fluent, and visualized it freely, but only a few of them were successful in practice, including: Qiankun circle method, somersaulting cloud method, Qianli Qimei true fire method, and sky escape sword method , Invisibility, Eight Winds Returning to Fire and Clouds.

Although he can use the Shifang Demon Refining Banner, he has no experience in ten-fang refining magic. He can use this treasure only by relying on the magic power of the Great God of the Three Altars Sea Society.

At this time, a clear and clear talisman flew out of the eyes, like smoke and clouds, erratic, and seemed to have the power to inject life and turn death, faintly mysterious, it was the sky-hunting talisman of the falling soul technique.

Wang Chong activated the talisman and imprinted it on the Falling Soul Bell. This treasure did not resist at all, and he took it calmly.

Just after refining the Falling Soul Bell, Wang Chong vaguely sensed that something was not good. This thing belongs to the Heavenly Court, so what's the matter if you refine it yourself?
He looked down at the heretic cultivators who fell on the Jing River, drifted with the waves, or landed on the banks of the Jing River. Although most of them were guilty of sins, there were also a small number of them who did not harm their lives. , considered innocent, couldn't help feeling pity, and shook the soul-destroying clock.

The magical art of falling souls is infinite. If the master kills, all spirits will be destroyed, and life will be ashes. If the master subdues, it can capture the soul, suppress the nightmare soul, and even change the soul to make the wicked go evil. Good people do good.

Wang Chong also didn't know which of these people were full of evil and which of them had been doing good deeds on a daily basis.

These heretical cultivators have all been shattered, they are not overwhelmed, they are beyond salvation.

Wang Chong could only use the Lost Soul Bell to heal it a little bit, get rid of the evil roots, and then stretch out his finger, and with the role of Chang'an City God, they were all sent to reincarnation.

Wang Chong tidied up, sighed, and said to Yuan Gang and the others: "These cultivators came here to fight for the divine bell, but they all died under the divine bell. It's fate."

"You go down and help collect the corpses and bury them on the bank of the Jing River. It's a good thing. You take everything from them. There is no good or evil in magic weapons. If you use them for good, you will be good, and if you use them for evil, you will be evil. I hope that you can use as much to do good deeds and accumulate merit.”

Yuan Gang, Fairy Sun Sun, Xi Yinzi, Zhou Ying and others did not expect that the competition for the Falling Soul Bell would end in this way.

The Soul Falling Bell suddenly showed its power, almost killing [-]% to [-]% of heretics. Wang Chong easily accepted and paid the Soul Lost Bell, which made these people admire even more.

As for Wang Chong asking them to help collect the corpses, everyone knows that this is a chance given to them by brother Wang Chong. These heretics have magic weapons on their bodies, and most of them have storage bags. If they get them in their hands, they can be doubled with a little sacrifice. The ability to fight.

More than a dozen people thanked brother repeatedly, and flew out of the Luohu banner one after another, and went up and down the Jing River to collect the corpses.

A few hours later, Wang Chong deliberately chose a place that was inaccessible, and used magic to dig hundreds of large pits, and buried these cultivators one after another.

Yuan Gang has a lot of knowledge, and even erected stone monuments for the monks who knew the origin, but it is expected that no one will sacrifice in the future.

Wang Chong waited until everyone came back, he shook the Luohu banner, enveloping them, without his control, Zhu Ying hurriedly summoned them all back from Jinghe Water Mansion.

At this time, in the sky above, Fairy Tiansun looked at Huang Yunzhong, a primordial spirit of the demonic way, with vast majesty and monstrous demonic aura, he didn't know whether it was surprise or joy, sighed for a long time, took the disciples of Tiansun Sect, and drove away on the cloud .

The Falling Soul Bell destroyed countless outsiders, and the formation that Fairy Tiansun set up in the sky was never affected. On the contrary, because of this, countless remnant souls were gathered, the demonic primordial spirit was restored, and it was pushed to the eighteenth stage. mana.

Back at the Jinghe Water Mansion, Zhu Ying held a banquet to celebrate. At night, Wang Chong was sleeping in the Chongxiao Tower. In a trance, he saw a tall Taoist, very dignified, holding a little Taoist nun in his hand, floating towards him. Pointing at him, he said, "Little nephew, you have taken my treasure, so you have to do something for the uncle."

"My apprentice, after a few years, if you want to change the day and become a female emperor, you must assist her in establishing the dynasty."

Wang Chong asked in surprise, "Who are you?"

The Taoist said: "Guangchengzi is also."

Wang Chong was surprised again: "Uncle Guangcheng, who is your apprentice? Where can I help you in the future?"

Daoist Guangcheng laughed loudly and said: "When the opportunity comes in the future, I will meet him naturally. My disciple is still learning Taoism, and it is still too early to leave the mountain. You can know her name. Her name is Liu Xiu'er."

Wang Chong woke up suddenly, sweating all over his body, looking left and right, still in the skyscraper, thinking that he had a strange dream, and was about to gather himself, but saw three big characters of golden light on the ground: Guangchengzi!

Wang Chong couldn't speak for a long time, what was in his mind was not this strange dream, but secretly said: "Master, you don't want me to say it, you are open about the master of this lineage, why even Master Guangcheng knew?"

(End of this chapter)