I have a mirror of two realms

Chapter 106 Actually, I am still a warrior!
These Netherworld ghosts under the Qingguang Ghost King have had many years of dealings with the Netherworld Division of Qingyuan County.

They all know in their hearts the methods possessed by the Netherworld Division of Qingyuan County.

The incomplete Netherworld Death Array in front of me actually only has the power of one blow.

The cultivation strength of Sheng Dongfeng, the commander of Netherworld Division Anton, is not even as good as those two Netherworld ghosts, Zaopao and Qingnu.

Even if Sheng Dongfeng exerts the power of this blow to the limit, it will not pose much threat to the first five ghosts.

Even though Sheng Dongfeng was willing to die, at best he was dragging a netherworld ghost with about 200 years of experience into smoke.

However, there is a premise for all this, that is, these ghostly ghosts cannot be lost too much in the formation.

Otherwise, even if the old man in soap robe and the old woman in blue are profound, they may be taken away by Sheng Dongfeng's thunder blow.

"Okay! You guys are really good!"

Feng Qiaoqiao's heart suddenly became filled with rage, and his eyes glanced around viciously.

She was almost in a desperate situation and was trying her best to resist the rolling thunder above her head.

However, once the ghosts of the underworld encounter the bombardment of rolling thunder, they are often very restrained.

"Boom boom boom boom!"

As five consecutive thick thunderbolts fell one by one, Feng Qiaoqiao's originally solid and delicate body became more and more insubstantial.

Just as the last two lightning bolts were about to fall, a white jade folding fan and a blue jade ruler flew through the air.

The young men on the left and right sides of the manor took action together, blocking Feng Qiaoqiao's head with their magical weapons, and then took the thunder blow for her.

Unlike the old man in soap robes and the old woman in blue robes, these two ghosts had a completely indifferent attitude.

The young men on the left and right sides of the manor took action at the same time and rescued Feng Qiaoqiao at the critical moment.

"Little Taoist priest of Biyou Temple, it's still too late for you to retreat now!"

The young man holding a white jade folding fan swept forward and stood in front of Feng Qiaoqiao.

On the other side, the young man holding a blue jade ruler also jumped to the side.

The two young men looked wary, fearful of Wang Teng's methods.

"First of all, I am not a Taoist priest."

Wang Teng had a warm smile on his face and replied slowly in a good mood: "Secondly, I want to tell you a rule. Villains often die from talking too much."

As soon as he finished speaking, the five Five Thunder Talismans in his hand were once again thrown towards the two young men opposite.

Three of the five thunder talismans were concentrated in one place, taking great care of the guy holding the white jade folding fan.

The other two Five Thunder Talisman hit the young man holding the blue jade ruler together.

"Hmph, it's just a little trick of carving insects!"

"You, this little Taoist priest, are quite wealthy, but how many more talismans can you produce?"

The two young men sneered and each used their weapons to block the sky above their heads.

The young man holding a blue jade ruler looked relaxed and happy.

It still had the energy to distract him, and at the same time it looked after Feng Qiaoqiao, who was very weak at the side.

At the same time, the ghosts behind the two young men were also swarming towards them.

The ghostly creatures under the two young men were about to surround Wang Teng.

"I don't have many talismans on me, but they should be enough to deal with you."

Wang Teng chuckled, stretched out his hand and threw out six more evil-dispelling talismans.

His attack this time did not choose those ghostly ghosts that had been around for about a hundred years.

Prioritizing the care of those ghosts and ghosts who are not well behaved can effectively reduce the pressure he faces.

Under the continuous suppression of the Netherworld's Futile Death Formation, the bodies of many unworthy Netherworld ghosts became increasingly bleak.

It was as if a gust of wind could blow away their bodies.

No matter how small a mosquito is, it is still meat!

Wang Teng's eyes flickered, and his covetous heart quietly rose.

How could he let go of these shining treasures in front of him.

At this moment, he wished he could wipe out all these unworthy ghosts at once.Wang Teng even felt a little regretful. There seemed to be some minor problems with his coping strategy.

Just now, he gave too much priority to taking care of Feng Qiaoqiao, and did not first eliminate all the unscrupulous ghosts behind the manor.

However, the current situation seems to be okay, and the pressure he is under is not very great.

As Feng Qiaoqiao fell to the ground seriously injured, the two young men were also shrouded in thick lightning.

The eight ghosts behind them who had practiced for about a hundred years were obviously unable to gather the more than fifty ghosts who were not popular.

Wang Teng circulated the zhenqi in his body at all costs, and threw out the evil-dispelling talisman in his hand like it was free of charge.

In a short time, more than fifty unreliable ghosts from the underworld disappeared.

Three, four, five, four, five rays of light of destiny came one after another.

Wang Teng didn't have time to count in detail how much he had gained from this wave.

He felt vaguely in his heart that the stars were shining brightly around the ancient bronze mirror.

Illusion, this must be an illusion!

Anxi's ambassador Sheng Xihuo, who was standing behind to watch the battle, looked at the scene in front of him in disbelief.

The dozen or so white-clothed armored men around it were even more stunned, as if they all thought they were dazzled.

However, Sheng Dongfeng, who was in charge of the Netherworld's In vain death formation, became energetic and desperately urged the formation to draw out the Yin Qi in the formation.

Even Sheng Xihuo, who was always ready to provide support, also felt that it was really possible for him and others to keep all the ghosts in the formation behind.

"Damn little Taoist!"

The young man holding the white jade folding fan was in a miserable state, and his eyes were filled with raging anger when he looked at Wang Teng.

"Why, are you getting angry now?"

Wang Teng smiled slightly and felt the true energy in his body surge.

He pretended to be calm, his eyes mocking the young man holding the white jade folding fan.

The wave of extreme operations just now had already caused some infuriating qi in his body to not flow smoothly.

His immediate priority is to delay as much time as possible to ease the restlessness of the true energy in his body.

"You, a little Taoist priest, are indeed rich. You have already used nearly a hundred talismans. If you are able, you can come up with another hundred or so talismans."

The young man holding a white jade folding fan walked towards Wang Teng with a sinister smile on his face.

It seemed to be shouting wildly, but in fact it was tense and had been secretly guarding against Sheng Dongfeng, who was in charge of the formation.

However, the power of the Netherworld's In vain Death Array has not been pushed to its limit at this moment, and is still slowly drawing away the Netherworld's Yin Qi in the array.

Anton made Sheng Dongfeng's thunderous strike seem unlikely to be used on the young man.

In contrast, it would be more in the interest of the Netherworld Division to severely injure the old man in soap robe and the old woman in blue.

Wang Teng took the opportunity to take a few steps back and waved his hand behind him.

He found that Yu Jizi behind him was showing signs of taking action, and quickly took advantage of the opportunity to retreat to stop the opponent.

The old man in soap robes and the old woman in green clothes in front of the manor seemed motionless, but the invisible pressure they brought to Wang Teng was even greater than the two young men in front of him.

Once Yujizi chooses to help at this time, Wang Teng will have one less trump card arranged in advance.

"When did the disciples of Biyou Temple learn such sneaky tricks?"

The young man holding a white jade folding fan burst into cynicism.

It stopped and stretched out its hand to call the remaining eight ghosts to gather together.

These eight Netherworld ghosts all have about a hundred years of Taoism, and the cultivation strength of each one is not inferior to Wang Teng.

Seeing that the situation was becoming increasingly unfavorable to Wang Teng, Sheng Xihuo and Yu Jizi, who were hiding on one side, stamped their feet anxiously.

"It's a pity that you guessed wrong this time. In fact, I am still a warrior."

Wang Teng chuckled a few times, with no fear on his handsome face.

He raised his hand to hold the hilt of the sword behind his back, and the Longyuan sword was unsheathed with a "canglanglang" sound.

(End of this chapter)