The indescribable Taoist Lord

The plain talisman paper is not fragile, but is made of special materials that can carry the infusion of spiritual energy. Therefore, as soon as Li Ping'an poured his own spiritual energy into it, it became sharp and sharp, as if it could penetrate gold and stone.

As they scattered, wails naturally arose. Although Li Ping'an was not good at attacking and killing animals, he could only inflict some physical injuries on these powerful mixed-blood aquariums. The Daoji-level murlocs couldn't even break their defenses. To--otherwise he wouldn't have used special techniques to stick to it and trade his injuries for opportunities.

But those plain-level talismans were stuck between the blood-drenched flesh and texture of the murlocs, and they couldn't be torn off in a short time no matter what.

And as Li Ping'an formed the seal, with a loud shout of "Explosion", he was almost scattered in all directions. Countless prime-level talismans emitted the light of thunder and fire, and there was a faint hidden meaning for these murlocs. Talk about extremely terrifying power and pressure.

The spiritual breath was sucking into these talismans, and finally... at a certain point, they began to glow with bright fire, and then the light that seemed to burn the eyes and illuminated the heaven and earth burst out, and the continuous sound happened. It sounded from this moment on without any warning.

"Boom! Boom!!!!"

Immediately, the light of thunder and fire accompanied by the violent turbulence of the spiritual breath produced a huge aftermath that could not be resisted unless Dao Ji returned to the origin. If Li Pingan did not use the spiritual element barrier to resist, and did not sacrifice Luo Tianmu, this thing could even Li Ping'an was hit straight away, even putting his life in danger.

And with such a large amount of detonating symbols poured down, these ghosts finally became obedient, and the penetrating singing gradually became quieter, and even gradually stopped.

The songs of infestation that filled this secret realm by those mixed-blood aquarium tribes were also suppressed by this straightforward sound, full of violence and murderous intent. The majestic heavy rain formed by the gathering of water elemental spiritual energy also suddenly stopped.

——These things are not completely evil, they are also afraid of them. Under the baptism of the talismans, which is like a catastrophe, some of them died directly, some of them were burned and screamed, and a considerable number of them were not scattered. The talisman was chopped on his body, so in desperation, he dragged his seriously injured torso and ran for his life.

Although they are devout believers and can sacrifice their lives for the gods they worship, they will still be covered by deep fear when facing death.

Among the dozens of Taoist priests, those who impatiently came forward to have talismans affixed with them were also blown to pieces with bloody flesh and blood. Some of them were stuck to vital parts or had holes in their chests, and their eyes were completely burned. Burnt and black, it has long lost its previous ferocity.

The two most serious ones had already fallen to the ground with their broken arms and limbs, screaming in pain without stopping, and rolling all over the ground - there was not much blood left, after all, the light of thunder and fire cooked the flesh and blood in just a moment, Only the wounds opened by the aftermath could have uninterrupted blood flowing down.

"Ahem..."

Li Ping'an breathed heavily, coughed and fell down. He also looked miserable - there were already several cuts on his body from the sharp claws with webbed fingers, and there were still teeth marks in some places.

There seems to be some kind of special toxin in the saliva of these mixed-blood aquariums, which can cause his wounds to rot and stink, making his pure body, unstained by dirt and grime as a practitioner, smell like a corpse.

But at the moment, it was overshadowed by the smell of burnt fish mixed with some unknown meat smell that spread throughout Maocun, and the frown-inducing burnt smell, which made him frown and cough.

He looked around, seeing stumps and broken arms, and even ferocious rolling heads, with unknown body organs and tissues twitching inside. This was no longer a pile of corpses, but a pile of mush. A killing field where parts are piled up.

The center of the village, which was like a whirlpool ring, was also blown apart by these talismans. The pool water contained in it poured out, extinguishing some of the remaining fire caused by the talismans, but it still could not save most of the mixed-blood fishmen. Disaster.

A small number of them were running away, and the leaders of a dozen of them were still panting and confronting each other. All the monsters in Maocun were now completely defeated.

Li Ping'an usually loves slightly roasted food, but the strange burnt smell not only failed to arouse his appetite, but also made him feel nauseous.

While the moist, sticky, fishy gray skin was roasted beyond recognition, the size and shape of some heads and limbs gradually began to blur with the boundaries of human beings, as if they had just been roasted to death by the talisman. There are more than a thousand monsters, but they are living people.

Some limbs were drooping, some trunks were shaking with strong vitality, and there were wheezing sounds coming from their heads, and they were breathing heavily.

Li Ping'an felt nauseated and nauseated.

After all, the smell of rot and burning was mixed together, and it was the first time he saw such a bloody scene. This young man in Chang'an City, who was well protected by Li Tuizhi, finally intuitively realized what the fight between monks was. kill.

This is completely different from the leisurely fun of watching monsters and beasts in Chang'an City. It was created by him personally. It is a real life and death crisis, and it is also a real purgatory.

"Wow……"

He immediately vomited in the field, but still held on to the remaining talisman in hand, forcing the surviving ordinary mixed-blood aquariums to only focus on fear, while Daoji or the sensing murlocs hesitated, unwilling to touch this brow.

There was no longer the sound of praying for rain like a ghost weeping, and the scene became stalemate for a moment - gradually they had no way to deal with Li Ping'an.

In Li Ping'an's mind, he recalled the previous exchange with Yan Xi at the palace martial arts arena...

"Uncle Yan, what exactly did Brother Zhang do that allowed him to be recognized by his father and get the title of Marshal Zhen'an?

Was he admired by the geniuses in Chang'an City for a while? "

Li Ping'an didn't question it, he was just curious.

"It's useless to think about those things. Your Majesty, you'd better be careful to avoid my punches and kicks."

When Yan Xi heard Li Pingan calling "Father," his expression calmed down for a moment, and then he lifted Li Pingan away with a finger, then walked around behind him and stepped on the sole of his boot.

"It hurts, it hurts! Uncle Yan, I'm going out for training soon. How can I adapt to your fists and kicks in a short time!"

You are a great cultivator of Dongxu, and you come to bully me, a little cultivator..."

Li Ping'an couldn't move at all under the boots.

"I don't know that time is running out, but besides tempering you like this, is there any better way?

Get up and carry on! If the prince were one of my soldiers, I would have kicked you outside the city wall and spent the night with the monsters. "

"Brother Zhang was only Guiyuan at that time. I really don't know how he could beat you..."

Li Pingan complained.