The deep fog enveloped the sky, the low sound of death echoed in the depth, and the faint roar of ghosts rippled in the depths of the soul.

Darkness, coldness, death, and all over the four encounters.

Yan She stood outside the Xuanming Sect's headquarters, looking around at the darkness, and shouted coldly: "Witch King, pretending to be a god and a ghost in my Xuanming Sect, do you know what it means to show off your axe?"

Suddenly, a strong wind swept across four times, and suddenly it was like lightning, raging for several miles, and the surrounding mist was completely dispersed.

"Woo!" The baby's crying resounded throughout the world. Seeing the tall Miaojiang man shaking the baby in his hand, muttering words in his mouth, strange sounds echoing endlessly.

The surrendered minister said solemnly: "There are two witchcrafts in Miaojiang. The witch king Chi Li is best at witchcrafts. The real great witch refers to the real immortal who can penetrate the heavenly beings. Just like the one who step into the sky, the witchcrafts are a different approach. Using special media, without opening up the celestial ties, it can still use the power of heaven and earth, which is extremely strange and special."

Before she finished speaking, sixteen ghost figures in armor suddenly appeared around her. They held giant swords in their hands, and their bodies were filled with evil spirits, filled with the breath of death, and surrounded them step by step.

A low and old voice came from the darkness: "Even if it is Xuanming Sect, if it is against me, Miaojiang, there is still only the end of extermination."

Boom!

The steady steps came up and down, like the steps of the god of death, shocking the soul. The sixteen armored ghosts were huge, two feet tall, like a hill, full of death, like a general who fought for a hundred battles, and bloody evil soared into the sky.

Meng Po and other experts of Xuanming Sect were horrified and retreated behind Yan She. They were at a loss and could only look at the ghosts surrounding them.

Yan She narrowed her eyes and glanced around, and suddenly sneered: "I think what the so-called witchcraft is, it turns out to be just such a small path."

Suddenly, lightning lights appeared in his hands, and arcs of light were dazzling, and they were endless in his palms. The bright blue light played the prelude to destruction like the wrath of heaven and earth.

Long!

The muffled thunder exploded in the sky, like the wrath of the heavens, sweeping away the ghosts and gods in the underworld. The aura of thousands of ghosts suddenly dissipated, and the bright light dispelled the darkness. Everyone finally saw the faces of sixteen huge armor.

It was a blur, with no facial features, no eyebrows, only empty and empty.

"General's rage!" A low voice sounded on the other side, accompanied by a faint witch curse.

"roar!"

The dull roar echoed in my heart, and saw the sixteen armored giants holding up their swords and slashing towards the middle, with a force of tremendous force and a vicious aura.

Zla!

The dazzling lightning slashed through the darkness, and the thunder thunder hit the void. A strong wind blew up, and the wind and thunder played together.

Great wind and thunder - Six disasters forbidden rules for wind and thunder disasters!

The wind and thunder of the nine provinces are blowing, and the sky is shaking hard.

The sky seemed to collapse in an instant, and the vast will of heaven came, clearing away the filth of the world and sweeping away the dark ghosts and demons.

"In just a short time, he actually practiced the Five Thunder Heavenly Heart Art of the Heavenly Master to this level!" A trace of surprise flashed through the beautiful eyes of the surrendered minister.

She saw that this apprentice was extraordinary at the beginning, so she agreed to Zhu Yougui's request to accept an apprentice. She later confirmed her guess during her relationship.

But until today, she realized how talented she was, a cheap disciple, was, which reminded her of her master, the most outstanding peerless figure in the Taoist sect in hundreds of years.

They have some similarities in many places.

Pang!

The dull sound was like a giant drum pounding, rumbling continuously, making people's eardrums roar.

The giant sword of the armor ghost danced horizontally, and the bright light hit their swords, armor, and bodies.

The gorgeous light is intoxicating, but it is the most terrifying destructive force in the world. As the electric flowers fly, sixteen giants gradually emit thick smoke and their bodies are shrinking.

"You can actually defeat my general's blood curse. Who are you?" The Witch King's low voice came from the darkness, with solemnity.

Yan She said lightly: "I am Zhou Juyin, Xuanming Sect Feng Emperor!"

"Feng Emperor? I haven't heard of it."

A smile appeared on the corner of the surrendered minister's mouth.

Yan She said expressionlessly: "It doesn't matter if you haven't heard of it. Soon this name will be trampled on your corpse and spread all over the country."

Boom!

The muffled thunder exploded, the sky and the earth swayed, and thousands of lightning burst out on Yan She's body, scattering on the body of the armored giant who was breathing.

The Witch King snorted coldly: "There are countless people who want to step on my corpse, but they have become feed for feeding insects without exception. You will not be an exception. After tonight, Zhou of Xuanming Sect will be expelled from the world."

Sixteen armored giants suddenly burned with flames, endless, but there was no temperature at all. Instead, it seemed extremely cold and the scene was weird.

"Ghosts and monsters are not enough to be sunk." Yan She's eyebrows stern, and as he shouted, lightning flashed all over his body, accompanied by the strong wind, and bursts of lightning struck the ghost giant in the fire.

boom!

The sky is low, thousands of thunders flash, and the light is endless. Wherever you pass, the floor is cracked, the walls are charred, the flowers, plants and trees are all turned into ashes, and the earth, stone, bricks and tiles are all made of powder.

"The God of Fire Cry!" The Witch King shouted intently, the strange baby in his hand shaking and crying, the sky wept blood, and the sixteen armored giants burned out, forming a circle of ghost fire, flashing in the dark without any temperature.

"Binding Pile Buying a Tin..." The Witch King recited an obscure spell and his expression was solemn. The clusters of ghost fires began to deform and condensed into one, forming the outline of a god, tall and upright, full of destructive aura.

After the god condensed by the ghost fire appeared, he held a spear in his hand and roared forward, and the flames surged around him at the same time. Several Xuanming scholars accidentally got a little of that kind of flame and were burned to ashes in the blink of an eye.

Hou Qing said solemnly: "Brother Zhou is careful, this is the witch god Gu fire, which is condensed with witchcraft and then burned with gu as fuel."

"The witch technique is not what people call raising insects. People are the spirit of all things. The witch is the true essence of heaven and earth. The so-called witch is a trace of heaven and earth veins and can trigger special things in heaven and earth. The powerful witch is no less than the master of Shenxiao. This witch god witch fire uses Gu as fuel, which is enough to burn and kill the master of Shenxiao..."

Before he finished speaking, he saw the nine heavens thunder sounding, and the heaven and earth shook, Yan She stood in the wind, waved his hands, and the lightning shone, and thunders of thick buckets fell from the sky and fell on the flaming giant.

"Roar!" The god-like flame giant roared to the sky, wielding his spear to the top of the sky. The fire was shining, but it was just struggling powerlessly.

Under the cover of thunder, his huge body gradually collapsed, and the fire became dim and seemed to be about to go out.

"Thunder is a symbol of the will of heaven. It is so strong that it suppresses all the evil spirits. The Witch King has just inherited some ancient witchcraft witch curse. Is it the enemy of our Taoist sect's Dharma?" The surrendered minister sneered.

"Not good!" The Witch King's expression changed. Seeing that the Fire God was almost collapsed, he shook the baby in his hand and activated the witchcraft to try to stabilize.

boom!

A thunder came down from the nine heavens and happened to strike him.

The Witch King couldn't hide and flew into the distance in a mess, but the baby in his hand used to cast a spell turned into powder under the thunder.

The surrendered minister said to Yan She: "It is rare to do a good thing. That witch tool is the most yin baby born in the Yin year, Yin month, Yin time. He killed his parents in front of him, soaked them with the blood of his relatives, and then killed them forty-nine days. This process requires continuous continuousness, and the baby dies until his last breath, so that he becomes the most yin resentful baby.

Due to the effect of the blood of the closest relatives, the baby's wronged soul will remain in the body. As a medium for communicating with the heavens, it will never be reborn. Only this thunder method containing the most powerful and yang power can break this witch curse and reincarnate it."

Yan She sighed, "Master, what do you mean? The disciples have done so many good things, so this is not bad."

The surrendered minister sneered at him.

Boom!

The thunder continued to fall, and the flame god finally collapsed. The Witch King fled under the thunder in rags. All the people around him had died under the vast thunder.

Suddenly, he shouted to the outside, "Save me, the general!"

Yan She's eyes sterned, and suddenly saw a familiar tall figure wearing a hat and a mask on his face.
Chapter completed!