Taoist chanting

The attack of the two Mantra Soul Suppressing Talismans bought time for several people. Seeing Guanzhu Zhang using the undulating rocks to pass through the chaotic dragon's might and black fog and was about to reach the end of the dragon chain, suddenly a cold light pierced from the black air and dust.

The sneak attack came without warning, until the attack launched, a shadow hidden in the darkness appeared vaguely.

It was a humanoid monster made of countless black dragon lice.

Dragon lice are originally dead things, and the atmosphere in the space is mixed, hiding them without revealing them.

Almost at the same time, a strange dragon sound roared from the air, and the berserk sound waves suddenly exploded in Guanzhu Zhang's ears.

All kinds of brilliance on Zhang Wenfeng's body flickered violently, and even the canopy of merits and virtues dangled to reveal an illusory golden light and shadow. Familiar painful memories.

The sonic secret technique sneak attack performed by the cunning dragon soul is somewhat similar to the combination of lion's roar and sonic explosion, which can attack the spirit and have explosive impact.

Perhaps it was the lack of recovery of the Dragon Soul's strength. Such a sonic attack could not seriously injure him, but only caused him to fall into pain and take some time to recover.

Zhang Guanzhu was dizzy, weak and unwell, and swung his sword instinctively in the face of monster attacks.

"铛", a fatal blow from the front, the cold light passed by, hit the rocks beside him, and exploded into a twisted black mist in the thunder, light and fire, and the Xuanyuan sword in his hand was almost thrown away.

Tu Kun didn't have time to control Feilaishi to extend to cover the viewer, he stretched out a hand and threw it in front of the viewer.

A pile of yellow sand gathered together and turned into a sand wall, filled with a hazy yellow mist, separating the viewer from the monster chasing out from the darkness behind.

"Boom", the monster's bloated hand held a black bone spear, and it hit the sand wall that was not completely solidified.

Lezi and Yang Shuilan were attacked by strange sound waves at the same time. They did not last long, and were thrown tens of feet away by the dragon power whirlwind re-imposed by the dragon soul. Inside the purple snail tower that Yang Shuilan threw ahead of time.

The two mantra soul-suppressing charms affixed to the black chain turned into childish fans and were swept away by the wind.

"Thunder attack!"

The flying stone was raised and raised, and Tu Kun's dull cry was heard.

A fist-sized silver thunderball, with a violent sound of "Thunderbolt", slammed hard on the top of the monster who stopped slightly because of the sand wall. The brilliant and jumping thunder light seemed to dye the monster with a layer of silver water. Overlapping dragon gnats attack at intervals.

Lu Zijin had already approached the monster about five feet away, withstood the huge pressure of Longwei, and thunder balls hit the monster's head one after another.

Seeing that the donkey's Leifa attack could not be stopped for a moment, the strange dragon chant came from the air again.

Lu Zijin was hit by a sound wave and shook his head. The thunder light on his body was dazzling, and most of the dragon soul's sound wave attacks were resolved, but the five thunders were forced to interrupt.

Zhang Wenfeng leaned back on the rock, and Tu Kun shared the pressure of Longwei for him. His eyes were cold, and he recited the scriptures silently. Fixed on the spot above the head of the monster surrounded by silver lightning.

Three lightning balls were superimposed with a supernatural thunder technique, no matter how resistant the monster was to the magic attack, it couldn't stand it.

There was a loud bang, and countless big dragon lice with fists flew around, screaming through the air, bearing the brunt of the brunt of Shang Luzijin, with repeated "bang bang", and flying away with thunder light, in the dark Draw out the brilliance that disappears quickly.

Zhang Wenfeng swung his sword and skillfully blocked the dragon louse that hit him, staring at a black skeleton standing a few meters away.

The Dragon Soul was suppressed here, unable to perform most of the dragon techniques. In order to deal with him, he took great pains and spent ten years refining a skeleton puppet with a fourth-level cultivation, and covered it with dragon lice that were not afraid of water and fire.

Dragon Soul let go of his arrogance and became very sinister.

"gravity!"

The muffled sound of soil ridges sounded.

The skeleton puppet had just escaped from the lightning attack, and the feet of the withered bones were entwined with silky dark yellow luster. It was restrained and struggled violently in place. It slowly raised the bone spear in its hand, and black air burst out from the bones.

Zhang Wenfeng had finished reciting scriptures silently, and a "bell ringing curse" ignored the black air protection surrounded by the puppet, and blasted on the black skull. His supernatural powers increased with his cultivation, and his power increased greatly, just enough to restrain the puppet soul things.

Huang Zhong Dalu's shocking attack caused flickering flames to emerge from the black eye sockets of the skull.

Countless golden runes floated on the surface of the skull like spider webs, trapping the soul power consciousness inside the puppet.

The dragon soul roared again and again, and the black air pressed heavily on the area where the Taoist priest was located like a cage.

He used the sound attack several times from a long distance, the consumption was too much, and the power was already exhausted, and then using the opponent's defense, the effect was not great, so he could only try his best to stimulate the instinctive dragon power to delay the time for the puppet who had not achieved an inch of success.

A surge of grief and indignation at the dragon trapped in the shoal and being played by shrimps rose in my heart.

Why are these humans so difficult?
Especially the Taoist boy is weird and often unexpected, but he can always restrain his prepared means.

He can't understand the current lower realm?
Concerned about one thing but not another, Lu Zijin seized the opportunity, thrust his four hooves toward the ground, flew into the air through the layer of black air, and hit the skeleton puppet restrained by the spectator fiercely with a "bang". Like a tidal wave, it poured into the skeleton with air leaks on all sides, and thunder rolled.

The impact was so strong that the puppet left two soles of its feet on the spot, flew several feet away and hit the flying stone again.

The house leak happened to rain overnight, and the skeleton puppet knocked out lightning splashes, and fell to the ground trembling.

Lu Zijin ran after the puppet with four huge black donkey hooves, and stomped on the puppet like a blazing thunder. Even the magic weapon was crushed by him, and the bones cracked and cracked. They all screamed and trampled to death under his hooves.

Dragon Soul roared in anger: "Bastard, I will crush you!"

Lu Zijin retorted and scolded: "You bastard Dragon King, you little reptile, apart from threatening and saying a few dry and cruel words, you still have the ability to do something. Say hello to Mr. Donkey. Mr. Donkey frowned and called you your surname." .”

When it comes to the poisonous tongue kung fu that makes people angry, Lu Zijin can be ranked in the top two in the fairy temple.

He twisted his donkey's buttocks in a provocative manner, and his body movements were exaggerated and rich.

"You... lowly donkey demon..."

Dragon Soul was incoherent with anger.

Luzi stomped on his hooves and blasted mercilessly, "Your uncle, you are humble when you are trampled by the donkey. Your whole family is humble. Your ancestors have been humble for eighteen generations. Reptiles, bedbugs, snot dragons! Ahh!" Uh... ah uh!"

He scolded the rhyme with satisfaction.

Bickering with the old cripple, and worrying that the old cripple won't be able to burp his fart in one breath, he often can't do his best and restrain himself.

Opportunities to scold a dragon king are rare.

He scolded heartily, his beast blood boiled, and he could blow it for a lifetime.

The viewer said that scolding is also a tactic, which is called "attacking the heart first". After all, he is trying to win the opportunity for the viewer. Of course, he can scold the dragon soul to death, which is a great achievement.

The sound of dragon chant sounded in the air, billowing black air surrounded the donkey who was scolding happily, and the dragon soul almost fainted from anger.

It is tolerable and unbearable.

He wants to press that cheap donkey to the ground and rub it hard!
Even the Heavenly King Lao Tzu came and couldn't stop his anger.

Yang Shuilan and Lezi who flew out from the Ziluo Pagoda were stunned, and then their eyelids twitched. The next time I go back, I have to tell my father well, when I am old, don't compete with a donkey. What's the point of winning a fight? .

Tu Kun controlled the Feilai Stone to vibrate, smashing the black air heading towards the Dragon Chain, stuck out a palm from the rock, pushed hard on the back of the temple master, and shouted, "Go!"

Zhang Wenfeng stabbed forward with the sword, and the castration was like an arrow. When the black air wanted to stop it, it was too late.

Falling to the end of the dragon lock chain, one leaned over and squatted down, grasped the black chain refined by Taoist masters with his left hand, and chanted the scriptures of superseding the soul of the dragon in cadence.

He felt ruthless in his heart, this time he must toss the dragon soul for three days and three nights.

Can work hard and toss repeatedly.

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