Chronicles of Celestial Origins

This iron scroll is Xiang Jingxing's secret treasure. It is made of ice, gold and iron. It is a top-grade spiritual weapon, and what's even more rare is that a ray of sword soul is sealed in it.

After Xiang Jingxing obtained this scroll, he practiced hard for many years, and the sword soul gradually grew stronger, and now it can transform into a human form to fight against enemies.

This sword soul is his biggest reliance. If this ghost is not really difficult to deal with, he would not want to expose his strength so early.

The black bead burst out with rays of light, but it still could not block the attacks from the sword. The girl unsheathed her long sword, and countless sword lights overwhelmed the sky and struck the bead one after another.

Everything within a radius of dozens of feet was enveloped by sword energy.

The black ball was shaking violently.

The ghost felt the powerful sword intent and let out a long roar. The sound waves mixed with rolling spiritual power directly attacked Xiang Jingxing's consciousness.

Xiang Jingxing snorted coldly, gathered his consciousness, and a faint light flashed between his forehead, like lightning, defeating all the sound wave spiritual power.

The ghost opened its mouth, and billowing black mist poured out, resisting the sword intent in the sky.

Within a radius of tens of feet, black mist and clear sword light intertwined, churning endlessly.

For a moment, the black mist surged and overwhelmed the sword light, and for a while, the sword light penetrated the black mist, and the two were locked in a stalemate.

In another battle group, Yin Tiansheng and Yin Tianci were also fighting with another ghost.

Yin Tianci displayed his divine power, his bones penetrated his body, and all his flesh and blood disappeared. A phantom of a skeleton several feet tall condensed around him, advancing and retreating with him, and engaging in hand-to-hand combat with ghosts.

One man and one ghost struck loudly, and with each blow there was the sound of gold and stone clashing.

Yin Tiansheng assisted from the side, holding a blue flying sword above his head and forming seals with his hands. Hundreds of blood crows condensed in the air and attacked the back of the ghost.

The ghost spewed out black mist, covering an area of ​​more than ten feet. There were countless moving insects in the black mist. Blood Crow rushed into the black mist and was wrapped in countless insects in the blink of an eye.

Wearing a skeleton, Yin Tianci was not afraid of the erosion of the black fog bugs. He rushed into the black mist, wearing a fine steel skeleton. The ghost met it with both claws, and was forced to retreat frequently. He could only parry, but had no power to fight back. .

The name of the technique that Yin Tianci practiced is called Iron Bone and Golden Body. It is a method of refining the physical body. When it is used, all flesh and blood will disappear, leaving only an Iron Bone and Golden Body, which is extremely strong and tough.

The ghost opened its mouth and spit out a black ball, and the light burst out, covering Yin Tianci's figure.

Yin Tianci shouted loudly, and the tall skeletal figure around him quickly shrank, melted into his body, and became one with him.

After the phantom of the skeleton melted into his body, Yin Tianci's eyes burst into red light, and he punched out, breaking through the restriction of the black light and hitting the ball.

Only a bang was heard, and the ball shook violently.

Seeing this, the ghost hurriedly took the ball back into its belly. This ball was the foundation of its practice and the crystallization of a lifetime of cultivation. Once the thing that coexists with it is destroyed, it will also die.

Yin Tianci pressed forward step by step, his fists were like wind, his legs were like electricity, and he was dressed in fine steel.

The ghosts could only meet him with sharp claws and barely support him.

Yin Tiansheng assisted at the side, and the blue flying sword turned into a size of several feet, burst out with light, and slashed at the ghost.

The blue flying sword broke through the black mist around it, slashing it down like a bamboo. The ghost raised his hand and faced the flying sword with his sharp claws. Yin Tianci grabbed the gap and punched it between the chest and abdomen. The ghost was knocked several feet away. Far away, fading to the ground, a mouthful of black blood spurted out.

Yin Tianci followed him like a shadow, his bone fist hit the ghost again, and the blue flying sword in the air also chopped down in the air.

The ghost let out a long roar, and the sound waves billowed with spiritual energy that rushed straight into Yin Tianci's sea of ​​divine consciousness. The two were less than three feet apart.

Yin Tianci was unprepared, and the sea of ​​consciousness was rushed by the rolling spiritual power, causing chaos and his body was also stunned.

The ghost spit out a black ball, emitted light and fixed the blue flying sword. In a flash, it abandoned Yin Tianci and headed straight for Yin Tiansheng.

When Yin Tiansheng saw this, he made seals with both hands and transformed into dozens of blood crows and fled in all directions.

The ghost was stunned for a moment, and then chased the blood crows in one direction. He opened his mouth and spat out a ball of black mist, which submerged several blood crows and swallowed them up in an instant.

Yin Tiansheng appeared in another direction.

After a while, Yin Tianci had recovered from his dementia, and he couldn't help feeling a little grateful.

Fortunately, the technique he practiced was good at the physical body. When he used Iron Bone Gold, his body was made of extremely strong and tough iron bones. The monster also knew that there was nothing it could do to him at the moment, so it left him and wanted to take Yin Tiansheng first.

If it weren't for his golden body and iron bones that were so tough, he would have been dead in his demented state just now.

Although his consciousness in Niwan Palace had returned to calm at this moment, his head was still slightly dizzy. He shook his head, flashed and attacked the ghost.

Let's say that Qin Hao was besieged by a group of ugly black mist ghosts covered in fish scales. Among them was a tiger-headed ghost wrapped in black mist, whose aura had reached the level of a foundation-building monk.

These ghosts and monsters kept spitting out green spiritual fire from their mouths. Qin Hao struggled to hold on, only defending but not attacking. The golden bell enveloped him, and the ghosts and ghosts swarmed up, crying and howling.

The tiger-headed ghost roared repeatedly, seeming to direct the attack of these ghosts covered in fish scales.

It itself occasionally spits out a huge black beam of light.

Qin Hao was complaining in his heart. This tiger-headed ghost was very strange. It seemed to have no entity. His attack hit the black mist and scattered the black mist. It quickly condensed and revealed the tiger-headed figure.

It gave him a feeling of being powerless, and these fish-scaled ghosts were also ordinary and extremely difficult to deal with.

He could only pray that Xiang Jingxing and others would get rid of the two ghosts as soon as possible. Fortunately, his golden bell was extremely tough, and these ghosts couldn't do anything to him for a while.

He has been studying the art of formations all his life. He is also a casual cultivator and has no inheritance of techniques. In terms of combat effectiveness, he is slightly inferior to Xiang Jingxing and Yin Tianci who have the same cultivation level.

He also knew this weakness of his own, so he spent a lot of money to buy this big golden clock to protect himself. This big clock was a top-quality spiritual weapon. It cost him one hundred thousand souls to buy it at the auction in Broken Ridge Mountain City. stone.

This bell is extremely tough, but it consumes a lot of spiritual energy when used. With his cultivation, he can only last for about half an hour at most. This is a defensive spiritual weapon and does not consume much spiritual energy.

If it were an offensive top-level spiritual weapon, even if he tried his best to use it, he would still be unable to exert 100% of its power. He might not even be able to hold on for a cup of tea.

This is why defensive magic weapons are so popular on the market in the spiritual world.

On the other side, Han Hun saw that the sword light and the black mist were in a stalemate, and he took action decisively. The golden brick burst out with light and struck the black ball hanging in the air. Xiang Jingxing also controlled the corpse puppet to attack the ghost.

The gold brick hit the ball, and the ball shook suddenly. The black mist suddenly weakened, and a huge green flame spewed out from the zombie's mouth and hit the ghost.

Under the two-phase attack, the ghost could no longer hold up, and the black mist slowly cleared away. The sword light in the sky swept away the black mist, pointing directly at the black ball.

The ghost resisted desperately, and the light of the orb shrouded its body, resisting the attacks of the gold brick, sword light, and the green flame of the zombie.

The two held each other for less than half a stick of incense, and the light of the black bead became weaker and weaker. Only a small click sound was heard, and the bead shattered.

The ghost also spurted black blood from its mouth and staggered.

The black ball was completely shattered by the sword light, and the ghost screamed and fell down, dying.

The sword light in the sky instantly submerged him, and black blood and broken flesh were everywhere.

Xiang Jingming performed a spell, and the girl in white returned to the iron scroll.

Almost at the same time, Yin Tiansheng and Yin Tianci also killed the ghosts they were facing.

Yin Tianci smashed the jet-black beads it spat out with a punch, and Yin Tiancii flashed his blue flying sword and chopped off his head.

Qin Hao was overjoyed when he saw this and shouted loudly: "A few fellow Taoists help me, these ghosts are very weird."

Several people flashed and attacked those ghosts.

Yin Tiansheng's flying sword slashed at the tiger-headed monster wrapped in black mist. The flying sword slashed straight down, cutting the black mist into two. But in the blink of an eye, the black mist condensed back together, still looking like the tiger head.

It opened its mouth and spit out a black beam of light. Yin Tiansheng's body torn apart and turned into blood crows, scattering in all directions, avoiding the attack of the black beam of light.

Xiang Jingming's iron scroll exploded with light, and the girl in white came out gracefully. In one swing, countless sword rays tore the black mist apart. The black mist was shattered into pieces and quickly condensed into one place.

Han Hun's gold bricks were thrown at those ghosts and monsters wearing fish scales, but it had no effect.

The ghost-headed monster condensed into shape and roared, and the fish-scale monsters spewed green flames and attacked several people.

"What's going on?" Yin Tianci asked with a frown. Those green flames had no effect on his iron-skeletal golden body, but his attacks could not cause any harm to the ghosts.

The black mist dispersed and immediately reunited.

"It's somewhat similar to those stone statues." Xiang Jing said. He protected his whole body with iron rolls, so he was not afraid of the attacks of these ghosts.

"These things feel disembodied, just a mist."

"Go and take a look inside the palace, maybe there is another mystery."

There were several people, one for each and one for me. Yin Tianci took the lead and rushed into the hall. He saw that the hall was filled with gray-white ghost mist, and a sarcophagus was placed in the middle. The gray-white ghost mist was pouring out of the sarcophagus.

"It turns out that the sarcophagus is responsible." Han Hun said, and the gold bricks rose in the wind and hit the stone bricks.

"Wait a minute." Yin Tianci wanted to stop him, but it was too late.

With a bang, the gold bricks hit the sarcophagus. The sarcophagus cracked and collapsed.