Taoist chanting

Chapter 511
"can!"

The Dragon Soul simply agreed, let go of the pressure on Yang Shuilan, and then something in the sky slammed near Zhang Wenfeng's feet, rolling up a large amount of dust and bone powder. It was the little carp that was summoned to crawl into the dragon's skeleton. , has lost consciousness at this time, lying on the ground straight.

The dense fog that obscured the line of sight disappeared, and the passage appeared on the stone wall behind.

"Please, I don't want to be disturbed anymore!"

Long Yin's voice sounded a bit tired and low, but he was full of sincerity.

Zhang Wenfeng's mind turned rapidly, and he quickly sent a sound transmission to the approaching Yang Shuilan. He couldn't believe that the dragon soul who was fighting with him just now and kept saying that he was going to crush him into scum, his right hand was tightly grasping the huge chain One share, you can't let go even if you are killed.

"I'll let them go first, and I'll go last. Your Excellency the Dragon King won't mind?"

"Let's go, my king's patience has a limit."

Dragon Soul vaguely agreed.

It seems that he is suppressing his temper and warning the other party not to push too hard.

Zhang Wenfeng nodded to Yang Shuilan and said, "Go first, I'll come out later!"

The water waves and light patterns on Yang Shuilan's body flowed slowly. She suffered a great loss under the pressure of Longwei, and fortunately, she temporarily sacrificed and put on this fifth-level water suit, even though it could only play part of the role of the water suit, she survived.

The frightening thing about Longwei is not only the ubiquitous pressure, but also the erosion of various weird and strange methods, which is hard to guard against.

She lifted up the dazed little mud with water techniques, picked up a handful of bone meal on the ground, and used it to prove the danger below to Tu Kun. Her eyes signaled the temple master to be careful, and she turned and walked towards the diagonally rear passage, taking every step smoothly. Be careful.

When she walked out of the barrier, Yang Shuilan breathed a sigh of relief, stepped lightly, and couldn't wait to fly to the sky.

"It's your turn, why don't you leave?"

The voice of Long Yin urged with deep dissatisfaction.

Zhang Wenfeng imitated He Guangjun's dry laugh, and twitched the corners of his mouth: "No hurry, no hurry!"

Almost at the same time, the raging dragon power and scripture chanting resounded in the empty cave. One dragon and the other were intriguing, evenly divided. One wanted to take advantage of the other party's opportunity to leave the dragon chain and get rid of it quickly. If there is a chain, he takes the opportunity to ask Yang Shuilan to go outside to rescue soldiers.

Zhang Wenfeng could still hold on, but he might not be able to last long in the face of the berserk Longwei.

At the critical moment of life and death, even if he couldn't stand it, he still had to fight hard. This place was about miles away from the dragon skeleton, and the dragon soul had to be exhausted to fight again. There was no other way to go. He didn't expect the dragon soul to be merciful. Let him go.

If it hurts, and the opponent can't get his life, the game is considered a win.

Fortunately, he still has helpers outside. At that time, Yue Anyan will use Taoist Yuan Qi to help him, and Tu Kun and Yang Shuilan will use treasures to help him share the pressure. No matter what, he will have the power to fight.

"Boy, you are doomed! No one can save you! No matter how many people you call to come, they will all be sent to the king."

The sound of the dragon roar was mixed with the pain caused by the dragon chain, and he muttered: "Boy, you are very smart. If you know that you will lose your life if you leave the chain, so what? Is it surprising that this king deliberately let that low-level god go out to rescue soldiers? Ha ha!"

Facing the provocation of the dragon soul, Zhang Wenfeng remained as still as a mountain, and chanted scriptures loudly.

The brilliance on his body shone, and more and more blood overflowed from his nostrils.

This is a duel between will and heart, and he firmly believes that if he survives, he will win.

The power of thought is like two tides, one defends and the other attacks, and there is a thunder in the silent place. At this moment, his perception has reached its peak, and he is on guard against other methods of the Dragon Soul. The pain seems abnormal in comparison.

In the thick darkness, countless distorted black shadows rushed out from all directions, rushing towards the immobile Zhang Wenfeng.

It is a refined ghost puppet, and the howling of ghosts and wolves is noisy.

Zhang Wenfeng remained expressionless, he was least afraid of ghosts, he held the hilt of the sword with his left hand behind his back and pulled it out with a "clang" sound, his fingers turned, the long sword seemed to be stuck to the middle finger of the index finger, piercing clear and longing sword shadows in the air .

The sword is in harmony with the mind, never leaving the fingertips, flexible and sharp, and cannot be splashed by water.

For Zhang Guanzhu, chanting scriptures and practicing swords are natural and righteous, and they have become instincts of the body.

The traces of ghost energy on the index finger penetrated into the sword energy, which has a great restraint effect on ghosts. Assassinating the surging ghost puppets is like slaughtering chickens, leaving clusters of broken souls in the air and on the ground.

"Excellent swordsmanship, but this king underestimated you!"

As the dragon chant sounded again, amidst the ghost screams, there were countless fist-sized ferocious black beetles, silently rushing towards Zhang Wenfeng who was surrounded by ghosts.

Zhang Wenfeng was startled. If he read correctly, this thing is a zerg parasitic on the dragon. It is called dragon louse. It is impenetrable by water and fire. It is difficult to break spells. Its teeth are sharp and sharp. It is no problem to bite gold and iron. .

The dragon died, and the dragon soul refined all the dragon lice into soul puppets, which became a major means of attack.

He has limited mobility at the moment, which is a big problem.

With a flash of sword light, he immediately slashed the sword on the back of his right hand.

He has just completed cultivation, and he has a pure yang body. Blood helps to destroy evil spirits. Unfortunately, his right hand is not free now. If he uses his own blood to draw blood symbols on the sword body, his killing power against ghosts and evil spirits will be doubled.

The blood stained the blade and tip of the sword, Zhang Wenfeng used the two fingers of his left hand to control the sword, and the silk sword qi made a continuous "chirp" and whistling sound, entangled with the dragon lice that were flying and attacking one by one, and the energy was criss-crossing, relieving the restraint of the worms The speed at which they swoop.

The subtle sword energy pierced through the worm's empty eye holes, and some of them needed three or two blows to completely kill that bit of remnant soul.

Gushing blood rolled down the huge chain from the back of the hand, and the dragon lock chain glowed with a strong golden light, attacking the dragon skeleton in the middle like lightning.

Dragon Soul wailed in pain, this blow never occurred to Dragon Soul.

In the past, there were human monks who used blood and giant chains to resist his suppression. The effect was there, but how could it be so strong?

The blood of that weird human kid is famous!

Zhang Wenfeng realized that his own blood could be used as a magic weapon, so how could he be polite, he controlled it carefully not to waste it, and all fell on the chain, holding the sword with his left hand, and the sword energy was silk to kill the dragon lice that attacked close to him, seemingly Relaxed and comfortable, but in fact, chanting scriptures and taking a step with the sword can't make a difference. It's like dancing on the tip of a knife. Under heavy pressure, bloody beads ooze from the pores of the skin.

Three figures appeared in the direction of the passage.

Tu Kun was prepared in advance, holding the flying stone in the palm of his left hand, Lei Guang walked away and flashed, making a "chi chi" sound.

After so many years of collecting all kinds of thunders and nourishing them, the tribulation thunders in the flying stones have been able to play a big role.

He is an earth spirit, and he is good at guarding. Holding the copper toad in his right hand, emitting layers of toad light and shadow, protecting the three of them, he rushed towards the direction of the temple master.

Yue Anyan pursed her lips and followed the footsteps of the guardian earth, watching Yang Shuilan's magic weapon turn into crystal raindrops, knocking out the ferocious black bugs that rushed forward, and the thunder light of the guardian earth killed the insects that slipped through the net. She didn't make a move, just Just follow along, this is the countermeasure they briefly discussed on the way down, but they didn't expect the situation of the temple master to be so bad.

The three of them were not hindered by the coercion of the dragon soul. Perhaps the dragon soul was too busy to take care of itself against the attack of the dragon lock chain. They were extremely fast and rushed behind the temple master. Infusion.

Tu Kun expanded the protective circle of the copper toad, and it seemed like a heavy weight was placed on his body.

He took over the pressure from Longwei, stretched out his left hand, and flew over the rock with thunder light flying, killing and blocking the dragon louse from approaching.

Don't let these troublesome things jump on you.

He has already seen that the temple master has found a way to restrain the dragon soul. With his toughness, he is afraid of confronting the dragon soul. When it comes to tempering himself, he has to keep some distance from the dragon skeleton, otherwise he will be too close. Adding a few is not enough to see.

Yang Shuilan said via voice transmission: "It's only at the beginning of the surge of spirit energy, and the strength of the dragon soul is not enough to recover. Let's hold on for a while, and we will be able to escape safely."

Zhang Wenfeng had already slowed down the blood dripping from the wound on the back of his hand, the situation was critical before.

Now with the help of three people, he feels much more relaxed, he is not fighting alone.

Fighting against that dragon soul greatly boosted his confidence.

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(End of this chapter)