I have a mirror of two realms

Chapter 110 The coming light of destiny

Wang Teng made full use of the freezing and slowing effects of the Ice Talisman.

He first used the object control technique to control more than seventy ghostly ghosts.

Then he would use the terrain of Maple Grove Villa to fight these ghostly creatures.

The freezing effect of the ice talisman always varies from person to person, and it all depends on the opponent's method.

Wang Teng used it to deal with these ghostly ghosts in front of him, and it had at least a freezing and delaying effect of about 10 minutes.

He started kiting again, and then regained health and mana.
Nonsence!

I don't have red or blue medicine on me, I can only use the light of destiny after the red and blue bottom out.

Moreover, he can only use the special effect of the Light of Destiny once a day.

Wang Teng rolled his eyes and immediately thought about it.

He turned around and ordered Sheng Xihuo and a dozen white-clothed soldiers to stand in the front row and act as his human shields.

But it's not the kind of force that fights against the ghosts of the underworld, but the kind that fights and retreats at the same time.

Then Wang Teng stood in the last row of the team and began to output the talismans safely.

Anxi envoy Sheng Xihuo immediately took the order and personally led more than ten white-robed soldiers to step forward and intercept them on the front line.

They all took out their weapons one after another, slowly delaying the tide-like offensive of the ghostly creatures.

It must be said that the Ice Talisman is extremely effective at freezing and delaying enemies.

Anxi sent Sheng Xihuo and others to completely hold back the ghosts, who numbered more than seventy, in front of them with little effort.

"Fuck!"

Wang Teng couldn't help but curse secretly in his heart.

Seeing the scene in front of him, he suddenly realized that he had overlooked one thing.

He reached out and patted his thigh almost subconsciously, and a feeling of pain hit him instantly.

Wang Teng had not taken Sheng Xihuo, the Anxi envoy of the Netherworld Division, seriously in the past period of time.

In addition, he didn't think much of the strength of the dozen or so white-clothed soldiers.

From the beginning to the end, Wang Teng's trump card and secret hand were the Yujizi and the light of destiny hidden behind him.

He was very on guard against City God Sheng Wenxuan and did not take these dark soldiers and generals into account at all.

However, Shengxi Huogui is the envoy of Anxi of the Netherworld Division, and he has 80 years of Taoism.

It is not easy for it to deal with these ghostly ghosts in front of it who have practiced for less than a hundred years.

Not to mention Sheng Xihuo punched a kid, but he looked completely different.

Even the dozen or so white-clothed soldiers beside Sheng Xihuo were not simple either.

They are all the personal bodyguards of City God Sheng Wenxuan, and their moral conduct is no weaker than those ghostly ghosts that have been around for nearly a hundred years.

They stand in the front row and are responsible for the main attack and interception tasks. Wang Teng only needs to stand behind them and cut leeks steadily.

And those eleven Netherworld ghosts, who had practiced Taoism for nearly a hundred years, only consumed less than thirty of Wang Teng's evil-dispelling talismans.

Facing more than sixty unworthy ghosts from the underworld, Wang Teng was like a tiger among sheep.

He first took a golden light talisman on himself, and then activated the Blood Qi Martial Arts to perform the "Thirteen Stances of the Tiger", holding the Longyuan Sword and killing everyone like melons and vegetables.

In less than 10 minutes, the army of 76 ghost ghosts was wiped out by Wang Teng and his army.

Nine strands, ten strands, three strands, five strands.
The light of destiny came one after another, like fish swimming around the ancient bronze mirror.

Eleven ghosts with nearly a hundred years of experience contributed a total of one hundred and three rays of destiny.

And those unworthy ghosts from the underworld are even more cute and charming, contributing a full 270 seven rays of destiny. 380 wisps!
In addition to the 410 three strands obtained previously.
Wang Teng looked at the huge sum of 790 Three Rays of Destiny and was so happy that he could hardly hold the Long Yuan Sword in his hand.

The excitement and excitement were uncontrollable, and his whole body was trembling slightly even unconsciously.

So fucking happy!

The joy on Wang Teng's face looked very obvious, which undoubtedly made the only remaining people present, Zaopao and Qingna, very unhappy.

The two of them never expected that the little Taoist priest from Biyou Temple in front of them would be so shameless.

but
The old man in soap robe had a sinister smile on his face.

Its pair of dead fish eyes stared closely at Sheng Dongfeng, who was presiding over the Netherworld's Death Array.

The death of the ghosts under the command of Zao Pao and Qing Nu happened to produce a massive amount of nether Yin Qi.

Such a huge amount of Nether Yin Qi cannot be absorbed by the Netherworld's Futile Death Formation, which is about to reach saturation.

Even if Sheng Dongfeng, who presided over the formation, tried his best, he could only remove less than one-fifth of the Netherworld's Yin Qi.

Seeing the collapse of Netherworld's futile death formation, Zaopao and Qingnu were both excited and cautious.

The excitement is that they are about to escape from their trap. From now on, the sea will be wide for fish to leap, and the sky will be high for birds to fly.

What I need to be careful of is Sheng Dongfeng's thunderous strike. There must be someone between Zaopao and Qingna who needs to bear it.

This strike encompasses nearly half of the power of the entire Netherworld Death Array.

Moreover, there is no way to hide or escape, and the only way to go is to resist with one's own strength.

"Which of these two guys is stronger?"

Wang Teng took several deep breaths and suppressed the joy deep in his heart.

He glanced at Sheng Xihuo who was standing beside him, wondering if it was possible to get another bargain.

"Of course Zaopao is stronger."

Sheng Xihuo answered without thinking, with a look of fear in his eyes: "Zaopao's Taoist practice lasted for more than 280 years, which is very close to the critical point of 300 years of Taoist practice."

"Oh"

Wang Teng nodded with a clear expression, then continued to ask: "What about Qing Nu's strength?"

"Qing Nu's strength is not much different."

Sheng Xihuo pondered for a moment, then slowly replied: "Qing Nu's Taoism should be less than 70 years, but it must have been more than four decades."

Qingyuan County Netherworld Division has been dealing with these Netherworld ghosts for a long time, and both parties know themselves and the enemy well.

Wang Teng lowered his head and thought for a while, but was too embarrassed to ask any more questions.

After all, except for City God Sheng Wenxuan, the Netherworld Division's overall strength seems to be inferior to those Netherworld ghosts.

Moreover, Sheng Wenxuan was suffering from an old illness and could not take action easily.

I'm afraid it serves more of a deterrent effect.

"call"

Wang Teng took a deep breath and quietly gestured in the direction behind him.

He still had two trump cards that were useless, so he could take the opportunity to catch Zao Pao and Qing Na off guard.

When Yujizi appeared and came closer, Wang Teng quickly lowered his voice and said: "Taoist Master Yujizi, later you will use the soul-suppressing talisman array to suppress Qingna, and then cooperate with me to kill it first!"

Immediately afterwards, he said to Sheng Xihuo beside him: "Sir, could you please secretly inform the master in charge of the formation so that he can damage Zao Pao as hard as possible in a while."

Wang Teng said this with a cold look in his eyes: "Your Excellency and more than a dozen white-robed soldiers, try to hold the soap robe to prevent it from running away."

(End of this chapter)