Taoist chanting

Chapter 539 Help in the snow, looking for weaknesses

After the master sent the flying sword message, Yang Shuilan also checked the area carefully. Her understanding of the witches and beasts was not comparable to that of Chu Qing'er and other juniors. She was sure that the witches and beasts would not appear nearby. prohibition.

"There are at least two ghost witch beasts and the remnant soul of a wizard beast hidden in the ancient site. The ghost witch beast that sneaked up on me on the way is weaker. I should be able to find the real entrance of the ancient site before the earth guardian arrives."

"Ghost witch? Didn't realize that there is ghost energy left here."

Zhang Wenfeng was a little puzzled, he was very sensitive to ghost aura, and he couldn't hide even a trace of it from his perception.

Yang Shuilan explained: "It is made from the body and remnant soul of a high-level witch beast, similar to a puppet, and the witch beast has 'ghost and witch curse lines' drawn on it, suppressing the ghost energy in the body and not being spiritually intelligent. It is to follow orders, to be brave and not afraid of death, and to be difficult to kill."

"What are the weaknesses of ghost witches? For example, eyeballs."

Zhang Wenfeng asked, he had killed Biqiwu beasts before, and he knew how difficult those giant monsters were.

Yang Shuilan shook her head: "Witches are half-ghosts and half-monsters, and their eyes are not the fatal weakness. If I fight with ghosts later, I will find out the 'curse pattern' node on the ghost's body in a short time. , and marked with light blue dots, you rush to attack within three or two breaths, and the curse pattern nodes can be transferred."

"understood."

"The incense and supernatural power accumulated in my body is seriously insufficient. When I encounter a sneak attack by ghosts, witches and beasts, I may change my shape and escape to the side to avoid its sharp edge. Lu Zijin's body has been tempered well, and he is also practicing thunder. Go forward and challenge the ghost beast, Lord, take care of yourself, and be ready to launch a powerful attack when I mark the weakness of the ghost beast."

Yang Shuilan explained carefully that she couldn't collect enough incense, and she used a lot to teach Zhou Zhi last time, so she couldn't fully display her strength.

The donkey glanced at Yang Shuilan, whose appearance had changed, and nodded stiffly.

Zhang Wenfeng said in a voice transmission: "Lu Zijin, don't be a moth, Yang Shuilan and Le Zi are inseparable, and Tu Hufa said that the marriage line between them is still intact, so don't mix it up."

The donkey's eyes lit up immediately, and he said via voice transmission: "Uh... Monastery, please tell me more specifically? Why are the roots broken?"

It and the old cripple drank in the same jar, spat at each other and scolded the relationship of "donkey day".

Yang Shuilan said that at the bank of the Yixi River that day, she watched with the spectator, and had already buried in her heart the idea of ​​venting her anger for the old cripple, but her cultivation base was not strong enough, so she kept waiting.

Zhang Wenfeng briefly told about Yang Shuilan's gift of Lezi's rare body-building ointment and his change of attitude, and the donkey said, "Understood, I understand." It really shouldn't meddle in other people's housework as a foreign donkey.

Yang Shuilan saw that the donkey looked at her differently, she knew what was going on, she didn't bother to say more, but saw the priest took out a few pieces of dull golden body from the cuff.

"This is the piece of Wei Yan's golden body that I got from the Shuiqiuntan Water Prison back then. Can you see if it can be used?"

Zhang Wenfeng sent the fragments with mana.

Yang Shuilan was not polite, she waved the sleeves of her water jacket and collected all the fragments. To her, it was like sending charcoal in a timely manner. She said with a smile: "The fragments of the former water god's golden body are from the same source, and they are suitable for use. Please wait for me for a while."

The water mist surged up, covering her figure, and there was a light blue light flickering.

Zhang Wenfeng and the donkey separated from the left and the right for protection, guarding against sneak attacks by ghosts, witches and beasts underground.

A quarter of an hour later, Yang Shuilan walked out of the mist, her complexion unchanged, and said with a smile, "Let's go, let's hurry up and find the entrance of the historic site. I can use some special magical powers, so don't worry about consuming too much."

The two walked out of the restraint together and disappeared into the dark crevice.

After a long time, a huge dark head protruded from the stone wall, and a faint old man's voice sounded: "Mrs. Jin, forget it, that bitch is not easy to provoke, let's hide, she is hard to find."

"Where can I hide? She will find the entrance sooner or later to the place with big farts. We can't go anywhere when we are trapped in this ghost place. Why don't we work together to kill that water goddess, take her body, and still have a chance to see the light of day again."

An old woman's voice came faintly from the ground.

The old man seemed to sigh, "Let's talk about it after she finds it. Give the old man some more time. Right now, this ghost witch can advance to the fourth rank. At this stage, there are not many fourth-rank monks outside."

The old woman sneered sharply: "It has attracted the attention of both sides, will they give you time?"

"I don't want to quarrel with you, it's not because of you... Forget it, it's boring."

"You are greedy and want to devour the monks, but you blame the old lady. Ah bah, shameless old woman, if it weren't for you, the old lady would have fallen into the miserable state of being inhuman or ghost? You speak, why don't you say it? Yes, dog, bastard..."

The old woman's angry growl that changed her tune was faintly wafting in the air.

Chen Zhima, who happened more than five hundred years ago, tossed and turned, and the old man was silent.

The dark head disappeared into the stone wall.

Yang Shuilan searched along large and small cracks for more than an hour. Everywhere she walked, there were traces of water seeping into the ground, up and down, intertwined into an invisible huge giant net. She stood at the end of a crack , There was a moment of silence, the Water Feather Sword appeared in his hand, and he slashed at the dark ground.

"Goo!"

A huge black shadow slammed down from above, suppressing it like a mountain with incomparable power.

The donkey neighed, and its four hooves jumped up into the air and slammed upwards. The thunder light on its body hovered like a cloud, illuminating a piece of silver in the darkness. It was also clear that the sneak attack from above was a huge black witch toad. There were bumps all over his body, emitting poisonous sap.

Zhang Wenfeng drew his sword and pushed it forward, the sword intent passed through, and the strange spell of tearing the ghost Wuchan shocked, and he heard Yang Shuilan's voice transmission in his ears: "Left, the ground!"

Yang Shuilan slashed forward with a sword, and the water roared, blasting out a dark and irregular hole that was emitting cold air, but her figure had disappeared in place, hidden in the water mist specially arranged by her.

Zhang Wenfeng twisted his body, jumped into the air and stuck to the stone wall, and dodged a sneak attack from a black light. He sensed the faint ghost aura, and thrust the bronze sword in his hand diagonally downward. The object bounces away.

"It's the ghost witch pangolin. It's not easy to deal with. You should pester it first, and be careful that there is another bichiwu beast hiding in the dark."

Yang Shuilan reminded via sound transmission.

The stones in the air fell like raindrops, the donkey and the three-foot-sized Ghost Wuchan collided and fought together, the sound of "bang bang" was endless, the movement was violent, the silver thunder light fiercely entangled the ghost Wuchan, and it burned so badly "The explosion sounded, and the smell was scorched.

"Ghost Wuchan, weak point, belly!"

Following Yang Shuilan's voice, Zhang Wenfeng, who was battling with the pangolin on the ground, flew up into the sky, moved laterally and flashed a cold black light attack, and swung the bronze sword in his hand.

Two sword qi of different colors screamed through the air.

"Puff", chased after the ghost Wuchan who was crashing towards the stone wall, and pierced through a little light blue water stain on its gray-black belly.

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(End of this chapter)