Chapter 212

There may be many ordinary people who don't believe in good or bad omens, but none of them are ordinary people. They are all immortals. Can monks still not believe this?

No way!

Looking at the crows flying out of the woods and rushing in the air, all the people present, including the two great friars Jiang Fengmian and Wen Zhuliu, couldn't help changing their faces.

This is What's the matter? Is there a very resentful evil?

No, although there are so many evil spirits in Baifeng mountain, it can be used as a hunting ground. But this is the place where Yunmeng Jiang's family first banquets the hunting guests. After careful consideration, the site selection is absolutely safe. There can't be any evil spirits nearby, but this crow?

"Ah! Wen Zhuliu, help me Just when people are confused, suddenly, Wen Chao's cry rings. At this time, he has pulled out his sword and used his spiritual power to resist Wei Wuxian's oppression.

Although he was also a monk of the golden elixir, Wei Wuxian was in the later stage of the golden elixir, but he was only in the early stage of the golden elixir.

Not only that, the release of momentum of Wei Wuxian gives him a very strange feeling, as if he is not facing a spiritual monk, but a resentful corpse King climbing out of hell.

King of the dead?

It's true that in Wen Chao's eyes, Wei Wuxian, with his head tilted and his face looking at him casually, stands behind him a corpse king who is several times bigger than him and is full of black air. The reason why he was targeted by Wei Wuxian's momentum can be seen, and no one else can detect it. This What on earth is this?

"Young master." Hearing Wen Chao's cry for help, Wen Zhuliu takes back his sight of the crows, rushes to the middle of Wei Wuxian and him, and then waves his hand to Wei Wuxian.

As a Huadan hand, his most powerful is his hands. If he palms down, let alone the momentum, the golden elixir will be broken.

By the way, Wen Zhuliu's cultivation of immortality was also in the later stage of the golden elixir, but it was better than Wei Wuxian, who had just stepped into the later stage of the golden elixir. Therefore, when he saw him waving his hand at him, the casual color on Wei Wuxian's face narrowed slightly and changed the name of the elixir hand. He was just like thunder, so he didn't dare to despise it.

However, it's not surprising that you underestimate me when you just wave your hand at yourself?

"Oh." Wei Wuxian smiles faintly. The next second, five soul rings overflow from his feet and float around his body. Then, Wei Wuxian takes the ghost flute to his mouth and starts to blow it.

A pleasant flute sound appeared and spread to the public.

It's nothing. The key is what comes with the sound of the flute.

Just as Wen Zhuliu's palm strength broke Wei Wuxian's momentum and continued to beat him, a black tornado appeared in front of him and welcomed Wen Zhuliu.

This black tornado also contains skeletons and bone knives visible to the naked eye. Some of those skeletons only have their heads, their mouths are constantly occluding, some are relatively complete, and their white bone claws are constantly waving. They look terrible.

The fourth soul skill -- call of the nether world.

Skeletons from the abyss can be summoned out of thin air to fight for themselves. The number and strength of skeletons summoned depend on the owner's will. The upper limit is subject to soul power and active skills. The special effects are locking and reducing.

Once the opponent is locked, he will not be able to evade this attack. He can only choose to fight with him. Once he hits the opponent, he will instantly reduce 50% of his defense and 30% of his soul power.

Because the energy of the two systems has something in common, the special effect of reducing soul power becomes reducing spiritual power when facing monks like Wen Zhuliu.

Once his spiritual power is reduced by 30%, how can his cultivation be compared with Wei Wuxian's, let alone his soul skill.

Looking at the black tornado appearing in front of him, Wen Zhuliu's face changed greatly. He recalled the figure standing behind him when he helped Wen Chao break through Wei Wuxian's momentum. Suddenly, a look of panic flashed in his eyes. Subconsciously, he stopped and jumped back to avoid Wei Wuxian's attack.

It's a pity that he didn't notice. Just one second before he did this, in the black tornado, a skeleton with green eyes stopped on him and looked down quickly.

Lock complete!

Wen Zhuliu can't escape.

"Ah, Wen Zhuliu, what are you hiding from? You are the hand of alchemy. It's said that your hands are the golden elixirs of many monks. How about I stand here. Are you interested in turning me?" After successfully launching the fourth soul skill, Wei Wuxian took the petition away from his mouth and stopped blowing it. He watched that no matter where he hid, the black tornado with skeleton could catch up with Wen Zhuliu and said with a smile.

"Heresy, trick, who are you?" Wen Zhuliu doesn't know Wei Wuxian. He tries to avoid the call of the nether world and asks Wei Wuxian."It's easy to say. I'm Wei Wuxian of the Jiang family in Yunmeng. But if you say I'm a heretic, I have something to say. If I don't absorb other people's essence and blood, and if I don't absorb other people's spiritual knowledge, how can I become a heretic? Is it the right way to slap people like you do? You're unreasonable, aren't you Wei Wuxian hit his palm with Chen Qing and said.

Originally, he intended not to use the ghost flute and martial spirit in this world, but considering that the Wen family of Qishan came to find trouble and let others fear and criticize, it was better than being mistaken for being weak. In fact, this world is the place where he often lives, and his ability is not used here, which is really a bit difficult for him, so he thought about it again and again, and finally came to the end If I decide to break the pot, I will use it. Who can take me?

Anyway, the people I care about will not alienate me because of this. As for other people, I don't care.

"Well, it's unreasonable! Lord Jiang, I didn't expect that you Yunmeng Jiang's family was also practicing Taoism. I'm really knowledgeable. " Wen Zhuliu said in a cold voice, his words fell, his eyes were fierce, and he jumped hard. After a somersault in the air, he fell behind Wei Wuxian. He hit some unknown friars who were in the way, and then waved his hand to Wei Wuxian's back.

"Well, since you want me to melt your golden elixir, I'll make you happy!" With that, Wen Zhuliu's powerful spiritual power was all attached to his palm, for fear that Wei Wuxian would not be abandoned.

Aware of Wen Zhuliu's action, Wei Wuxian shakes his head, showing no sign of preparedness.

Then, just when Wen Zhuliu's palm was about to clap Zhong Wei Wuxian, his body suddenly flashed and disappeared from the original place.

Magic voice, teleportation, you hit me?

"What?" In front of the target suddenly disappeared, Wen Zhuliu stare big eyes, a face of incredible.

Where are the people?

"Well, I'm behind you." Wei Wuxian's voice came from behind Wen Zhuliu's body. When he heard this, he turned around and waved his palm. But this time, Wei Wuxian was prepared. There was a thick layer of Yin Qi on the surface of his body, and Wen Zhuliu's palm strength could not be broken.

"Huadanshou, have you forgotten something? My previous call to the nether world has successfully locked you. Now you are fighting me instead of escaping, aren't you How big is the heart? " Wei Wuxian looked at the current of Wen Zhuliu and said with a smile.

"Well?" Hearing the sound, Wen Zhuliu's pupil shrinks. At this time, there is a strong wind whistling behind him. He turns around and looks at the black skeleton tornado that has come in front of him. Wen Zhuliu's face twitches a few times.

Now Oh, no!