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The nine-turn basalt on Wang Xian's body automatically formed two oval-shaped shields on his shoulders, and with a ping-pong sound, the Shengtang Sheji Bell was swayed.

The Shengtang Sheji Bell seemed to be angry, swishing and whizzing, and once again hit Wang Xian's shoulders with several times the power just now.

Once again, the condensed shield of the nine-turn basalt swung away the Sheji bell of the prosperous Tang Dynasty.

Mu Yufeng's beautiful eyes moved, and she said in surprise, "I didn't expect the nine-turn Xuanwu to automatically form a shield. Could it be that the nine-turn Xuanwu has been promoted to a seventh-level magic weapon and can automatically defend?"

Wang Xian stretched out his hand for a move, and the Huangquan Ghost Knife flew back into his hand. With a thought, the Huangquan Ghost Knife turned into a bloody light and pierced through the Shengtang Sheji Bell.

The Sheji Bell of the prosperous Tang Dynasty roared, and its pierced clock face immediately returned to its original shape.

"The Sheji Bell in the prosperous Tang Dynasty actually has the function of self-repair." Wang Xian exclaimed.

Mu Yufeng said: "The Sheji Bell in the prosperous Tang Dynasty is made of Qisheng stone, which has the characteristics of endless life. Unless it is destroyed once, it can be automatically repaired."

Wang Xian holds the ghost knife of Huangquan in his hand, controls the ninety-nine swords of essence and blood, and shoots at the Shengtang Sheji Bell, corroding the Shengtang Sheji Bell with the blood of the essence and blood sword, which can corrode a big hole in the Shengtang Sheji Bell immediately. restored to its original state.

The Yanghun Banner in Wang Xian's storage bag roared, trying to break out of the bag. Wang Xian noticed this phenomenon, recalled the Ninety-Nine Swords of Essence and Blood, and took out the Yanghun Banner.

When Mu Yufeng saw the Yanghun Banner, he immediately became petrified, and said to himself, "No wonder he was able to kill Qing Jun and Zhang Tuozi. It turned out that the flying knives and banners he took out were all magic weapons of the seventh rank. His There are too many seventh-order magic weapons."

As soon as the Yanghun Banner came out, Huang Wuji screamed sadly, and flew towards the entrance of the Soul-Suppressing Pagoda.

The soul-suppressing power in the soul-suppression tower turned into a huge net and blocked Huang Wuji's front, and bounced him back into the soul-suppression tower.

Wang Xian shook the Yang Soul flag, tens of thousands of Yang Souls sealed inside the flag rushed towards Huang Wuji like hungry beasts.

Huang Wuji is just a wisp of remnant soul. He has been suppressed by the Soul Suppression Pagoda for tens of thousands of years, and has long since turned into a complete ghost. The Yang Soul is his nemesis.

As soon as the yang soul came out, Huang Wuji recalled the Sheji bell of the prosperous Tang Dynasty to resist the yang soul, but those yang souls could not be stopped by a physical magic weapon. They passed through the Sheji bell of the prosperous Tang Dynasty, and rushed towards Huang Wuji, directly treating him as a ghost The food is devoured cleanly.

Shock hit Mu Yufeng time and time again, and now she felt like she was in a dream, she really did not expect that Huang Wuji, who was in the state of Dzogchen in the ancestor period, would be killed by Wang Xian, an early stage craftsman.

Wang Xian's ability to kill Huang Wuji was due to a lot of luck. First of all, his yang soul banner happened to be the nemesis of Yin souls. Second, all the souls that came out of the soul suppression tower were Yin souls. Finally, Huang Wuji could only use his One-tenth of the previous strength, otherwise he would have the magic formula to kill Yanghun, instead of being helpless when encountering Yanghun.

The Yang Soul in the Yang Soul Banner devoured Huang Wuji's remnant soul, as if they had taken a tonic, they rushed back to the Yang Soul Banner, and flew towards the third floor of the Soul Suppressing Tower with Wang Xian's body.

"I would like to see how many ghosts in the Soul Suppression Tower can be killed by the Yanghun Banner?" Wang Xian took the initiative to cooperate with the Yanghun Banner and flew to the third floor of the Soul Suppression Tower.

The space on the third floor of the Zhenhun Pagoda is exactly the same as the second floor, the only difference is that there are various physiognomy carvings and various palm lines.

At this moment, Zhu Xiangshi was fighting a headless cultivator holding a sixth-level magic weapon. As soon as the Yang Soul Banner came out, tens of thousands of Yang Souls flocked to the headless cultivator like a bee, devouring him completely.

Zhu Xiangshi accidentally saw his opponent being swallowed by a group of yang souls. He picked up the sixth-order magic weapon, smiled gratefully at Wang Xian, and said, "Thank you for your help, fellow daoist. Xiangshi will definitely be rewarded in the future."

"Your Excellency has been escorting Wang before, so let this be your reward." Wang Xian smiled indifferently, held the Yanghun Banner, and flew to the fourth floor of the Soul Suppressing Pagoda.

"Get out!" A huge sound wave hit Wang Xian, Zhu Xiangshi and Mu Yufeng who had just swept to the fourth floor of the Soul Rescue Tower. The three of them staggered and almost fell from the Soul Restraint Tower.

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