Heavenly Master, I have a different world.

Chapter 78 Opponents
No bullets can kill!
"Peng!"

The ground under Fangzheng's feet was suddenly sunken, and he rushed forward with his strength, like a dragonfly on the water, and rushed to the front of the witch in a few flashes.

In mid-air, the long knife around his waist was already out of its sheath.

There was a sudden chill in the field.

"die!"

He has seen a lot of dead people, and he has personally killed people, but using the fetus in other people's stomachs to practice the method really challenges his bottom line in life.

As Zhang Mingrui said, this kind of person has no humanity, and death is not a pity.

The demon girl Qingxia was shot in the shoulder, and the old woman who protected the law died on the spot. Seeing the sword approaching her, she couldn't help but hissed loudly:

"Yanghong!"

"Dang..."

The sound of sword whistling sounded.

Yu Yanghong stretched out one hand, and the decorative long sword next to it was unsheathed, and after a cold light, it pointed straight at Fangzheng's head.

The sound of the sword whistling became clearer and longer, but also high-pitched, like the sound of plucking the strings of a piano, it also made Fang Zheng, who was charging forward with a knife, feel a chill in his heart.

Before he had time to think about it, he hastily swung his knife and slashed sideways.

"when……"

When the sword collided, Yu Yanghong drew back and retreated, his strength was obviously weak.

But he moved quickly, and retreated in order to better store his strength. With a flash of his figure, the long sword in his palm shone with a cold glow.

"Ding ding ding dong..."

There was a rapid collision sound, and then it stopped suddenly.

Fangzheng took a step back, looked down at the torn clothes around his waist, his expression couldn't help but become extremely solemn.

"Good swordsmanship!"

"It's the guide sword." Du Qiaoyun flew forward, the soft sword popped out from his waist, and said in a low voice:

"Be careful, this is the secret sword art of Chunyang Palace!"

Pure Yang Palace?
Fangzheng was stunned, subconsciously turned his head to look at Zhang Mingrui, Zhang Mingrui was also a little dumbfounded, he didn't know how to explain.

He really didn't know how Yu Yanghong could guide the sword.

and……

His swordsmanship is still so good.

With the cultivation base of a first-blood warrior, Fang Zheng, who was second-blood, was forced back.

Even with the addition of Du Qiaoyun, even though they were retreating steadily, they could still rely on their exquisite swordsmanship to firmly defend the altar, making it impossible for the two of them to rush through for a while.

"Sky Lingling, Earth Lingling, three respects in front of the disciple altar!"

Qingxia endured the severe pain in her shoulders, stepped forward to the altar, picked up a statue of a mighty god holding a sword from the altar, and shouted in her mouth:

"First invite the gods to enter the soul, second invite the sword god to possess the body, third please be invulnerable, and be as urgent as the law!"

"go with!"

Squeezing the sword formula with his hands, Chao Yu Yanghong pointed a little.

"Shh!"

The mysterious formula of the White Lotus Sect communicated to a certain existence in the dark, sent down a thought, and merged into Yu Yanghong's sea of ​​consciousness.

In an instant.

Yu Yanghong's expression changed.

The eyes that were originally complicated and changeable have now become icy cold, with only a strong killing intent hidden inside, standing like a sharp sword in the field.

Obviously the person has not changed, but Fang Zheng and Du Qiaoyun subconsciously stopped.

Danger!

"It's a seance technique."

Zhang Mingrui said anxiously:

"careful!"

The spirit descending technique should be a higher-level existence than the god beating and inviting the gods. Fangzheng changed his mind, and his complexion had become a little unsightly.

Yu Yanghong, who has never been cast by a demon girl, is already so difficult, and now it is even worse.

"Stinky Taoist priest."

Qingxia gritted her teeth tightly:

"You'd better take care of yourself, there is no Dharma altar, how can you fight with me?"

"Beiyin Xuanming."

"out!"

"Ugh..."

The cold wind suddenly blew up in the field, and a resentful soul appeared out of thin air. The resentful soul had a ferocious face, held a kitchen knife, and rushed towards Zhang Mingrui with a roar.

She raised five resentful souls before, but now there is only one left.

but……

One head is enough!
A warlock without a magic altar is an ordinary person. Although there are many people who practice both martial arts and martial arts, it is difficult to achieve both unless they are talented.

"Who said I don't have an altar?"

Zhang Mingrui stretched out his big hand, ripped off the Taoist robe on his body, unfolded the inside of the Taoist robe and spread it on the ground, and stood on it.

Inside the Taoist robe, yin and yang and five elements are outlined with cinnabar, which is a simple altar.

"... Those who encounter the curse will perish, and those who encounter the curse will perish; Liuding Liujia, protect me."

"Hurry up as a law!"

"Qian descends Jingkun, responds to the spirit sun and moon. Like Yuedu shape, drives away thunder and lightning. Yuanjing destroys evil, evil Henryzhen....Look at my spirit sword skills!"

A slap-sized mahogany sword flew out of his hand, and in the middle of the resentful soul that rushed towards him, the aura of yang and yang erupted.

"Wow!"

The resentful soul screamed, and the invisible sound wave swept all directions, making Zhang Mingrui groan.

The importance of the altar is undoubtedly extremely important to a warlock, it can greatly increase the power of spells, and his temporary altar can barely support spellcasting.

And the altar of the demon girl Qingxia is obviously fully prepared.

'However, the demon girl has injuries on her body, and her blood is constantly flowing. As long as she persists long enough, she will also find it difficult to continue. '

'And I am not without cards. '

"Come on!"

Drinking in a low voice, Zhang Mingrui reached out and picked up a piece of talisman paper, and pointed it out like a sword.

the other side.

Fangzheng and Du Qiaoyun launched a fierce offensive.

The Xingyi Five Elements Knife is as clumsy as it is clumsy, chopping, teasing, stabbing... Although the moves are simple, they have a solid foundation, and the flickering light of the knife is chilling.

Du Qiaoyun's body is like a long snake, wrapped around her fingers in a treacherous and unpredictable way, and when paired with the Spirit Snake Step, it is even more ruthless.

but.

Yu Yanghong with the sword in his hand was like a majestic mountain in front of the two of them, he could force the two of them back by waving the long sword casually.

The point of the sword tip is all flaws.

The high-pitched, melodious scream became louder and louder, like a phoenix singing for nine days, overwhelming the two of them.

In a trance.

Fang Zheng seems to have returned to the time when Guo Ziran was just apprenticed to him. The opponent was old and weak, but he was able to defeat him easily.

No matter how you resist, it is useless.

The same is true for Du Qiaoyun.

She is like facing her own father, no matter how skilled she is in every move, but the other party can always find a flaw.

If the two hadn't teamed up, I'm afraid they would have lost already.

"no!"

Fangzheng made two wild attacks, and said in a low voice:
"Stop him, I'll use the evil-breaking talisman to deal with him."

The evil spirit talisman can break the evil energy of others, and it also has a certain effect on the white lotus magic.

"it is good!"

Du Qiaoyun gritted her teeth tightly, let out a scream, and rushed towards Yu Yanghong's place with her body and sword united, she actually gave up her life and death, even though she was a woman, she was not weak against a man.

"Shh!"

Fangzheng stepped back and took out a talisman from his body. The long knife in his right hand cut through the belly of his left finger, and blood flowed across the talisman instantly.

For the talisman paper to work, it also needs mana.

Without mana, without a magic altar, it can also be activated with the blood essence of a living person.

He doesn't know how to draw talismans yet, but he has money in hand, so he bought a few high-quality talismans drawn by masters from Chunyang Palace from Zhang Mingrui.

Blood stained talisman.

Fangzheng's expression was stagnant, his eyes were blank, and he looked at a loss.

What is the formula?

Hey!
Warlocks are so fucking troublesome, they have to concentrate on chanting formulas and incantations when fighting with others. The key is that at this time, my mind is blank and I can't remember anything.

I'm bleeding!
My fingers still hurt!
"Read me!"

Zhang Mingrui shouted:
"Heaven and Earth Xuanzong!"

Fang Zheng's spirit was concentrated, and he drank in a low voice:

"Heaven and Earth Xuanzong!"

"Golden Light Talisman!"

"Golden Light Talisman!"

"Ghosts are cowardly!"

"Ghosts are cowardly!"

"Spirits and Monsters Exterminate!"

"Spirits and Monsters Exterminate!"

"Hurry up as a law!"

"Hurry up as a law!"

Two beams of light suddenly appeared in the Buddhist hall, one blasted towards the altar in the middle, and the other fell on Yu Yanghong who was holding a sword in his hand.

"Peng!"

A muffled sound came.

The dharma altar shook slightly, and was immediately stabilized by the witch's spell, but Yu Yanghong's expression changed drastically, and his sword skills became chaotic, and he was struck by a knife and a sword in an instant.

"puff!"

His heart was pierced by a long knife, and his eyes were blank, as if he hadn't realized what happened.

"Yanghong!"

Qingxia roared anxiously, her expression suddenly changed, and she reached out to grab a token on the altar.

but……

It's too late!

A puff of black smoke suddenly gushed out from Sun Die's body. The black smoke condensed and pierced through her heart.

"puff!"

My heart trembled.

Qingxia opened her small mouth slightly, her face full of unwillingness.

After all, he collapsed to the ground with a look of despair, his beautiful body turned into a dry bone in an instant, and the blood and energy in his body flowed rapidly, melting towards the ghost that appeared at an unknown time.

The ghost exudes thick black smoke, its long hair flutters like a wild snake, its eyes are as black as an abyss, and an aura of destruction sweeps across the surroundings.

in its arms,
And a baby.

"Wow……"

The baby cries.

The huge Buddhist hall seems to have suddenly come to the cold winter of Lajiu, and the biting chill seems to have substance.

"what!"

The ghost roared up to the sky, the altar beside it shattered, deep cracks appeared on the ground, the dome of the Buddhist hall was even more crumbling, and the bricks and tiles were all shattered.

"Guru..."

Fangzheng's throat rolled, his eyes were full of fear, and he retreated behind Zhang Mingrui, and said in a low voice:

"Daozhang, can you protect us?"

"Heh..." Zhang Mingrui smiled wryly:

"I can make our death not too miserable."

(End of this chapter)