Man is in the midst of the mysteries of the spirit, and the flesh is infinitely deduced

"Heh, this combined attack formation is quite interesting."

"It's a pity... the person who cast the spell is too weak!"

At first glance, the voice seemed ordinary, as if it was just the voice of a young man. However, in a flash, each syllable seemed to come alive, like a devil's sound entering the ears, and began to drill into people's brains and bodies, causing even the spiritual power in the body to become restless.

At the same time, the black smoke in the air suddenly condensed together and turned into a thumb, falling lightly.

The movement seemed gentle, but as the thumb fell, everyone present had the illusion that their bodies and minds were beginning to lose control.

It was as if a grotesque evil was born from within them, trying to break free from the obstacles of the flesh, tear open the bodies, devour the flesh and blood, and completely replace them.

Hu Chunsheng's face was gloomy: "Does he... have the ability to transform humans into evil spirits?"

"Is it this ghost who turned this ancient ruins into what it is now?"

The black smoke now felt to him like a moving disaster.

Gu Qiutong, Bai Xianyou and the others' faces suddenly changed while they were resisting the changes in their bodies.

Just from this aura, it can be seen that Ghost Lord and other ghost generals are not at the same level at all.

Needless to say, those monks who had just fallen into the ruins not long ago all had solemn expressions, with huge waves of emotion in their hearts.

Gan Bing took a pill to calm his mind, but he was still extremely nervous and looked at An Le who was not far away.

"Is this the enemy he is about to face?"

As the fingertip descended, the spiritual power in everyone's body went into chaos. For a moment, most people couldn't even protect themselves, let alone stop the thumb from falling.

Just as the situation was about to get out of control, suddenly, a loud shout rang in their ears.

"Yuan Yongyan, die!"

The roar was so powerful that it actually created actual sound waves that expanded outwards visibly.

The eardrums of many monks were buzzing and they looked dazed. The weaker ones even had blood flowing out of their ear holes.

Although the cost is not small, the effect is immediate.

That strange demonic sound no longer affected everyone, and the magic circle and the combined attack stabilized again, blocking the oncoming evil wave.

At the moment the roar sounded, everyone saw that Anle, wearing the ghost armor, expanded again and became five meters tall.

He stepped on the ground, and gravel and air waves spread out.

Then, using the recoil force of the ground, he jumped up and headed straight for the thumb in mid-air.

The surging blood and energy are boiling, flowing in the blood vessels like magma.

The dignified and brilliant star spiritual power continuously poured into the dragon sinking in the sea of ​​smoke.

The miniature magic circle on this huge magic weapon suddenly lit up, and then its size and weight increased again, reaching an exaggerated length of twenty meters, and a terrifying pressure belonging to a dragon was released.

Xiong Batian and Hu Chunsheng couldn't help but widen their eyes, full of disbelief: "The aura of that magic weapon..."

"It's a dragon!"

As monsters, they seemed to feel a sense of fear as if they were being targeted by their natural enemies.

Although Anle had used the Smoke Sea Dragon many times before, this was the first time he had used it to its full potential like today.

I saw a dark figure walking up step by step in the air, as if climbing an invisible ladder.

Qi, blood, tentacles, stars, dragon power… surrounded him. The Shenlong in his hand gradually accelerated, drawing a semicircular arc, carrying an unstoppable and terrifying momentum, and collided with the fingertips made of black smoke.

boom--

After a loud bang, the world seemed to be quiet.

The wails of the evil spirits not far away seemed so insignificant.

It was so quiet that people seemed to only be able to hear their own heartbeats.

In the eyes of everyone, the huge and solid thumb was cut in half by Shen Long, as if there was no obstacle at all, and black smoke burst out.

Next, there was a pitch-black sky.

The sword energy brought out by the giant sword fiercely cut through the black smoke higher up, splitting it in two, forming an empty vacuum zone, revealing the gray dome again.

One sword...opens the sky!

Chapter 153 As long as I am there, there will be no trace!

Faced with the power of this sword, many monks stared with their eyes wide open, and many of them could not close their mouths for a moment.

"Is this the power of the Ghost-Faced Man's full-strength attack? It's actually... so terrifying!"

While being surprised, people’s confidence was doubled and morale was greatly boosted.

With the ghost-faced man here, the ghost god and the statues of gods don’t seem so scary anymore.

In this kind of battle, morale is also an extremely important part. If a cultivator is terrified and desperate, and his combat power is reduced to only one tenth, the battle will undoubtedly become more difficult.

But Anle's move instantly changed everyone's mentality.

Some people were curious and thought: "Who is Yuan Yongyan? Could it be the name of Ghost Lord?"

"But how did the Ghost-Faced Man know that?"

However, the current situation is still not optimistic.

I saw that the surging black smoke in the sky was only temporarily separated by the sword energy. In two breaths, it seemed to wriggle like a living thing, and then closed again. The sky became extremely gloomy again.

But obviously, the sword energy still caused some damage to its overall appearance, so that it looked a little thin.

What followed was a slight tremor, as if the already unstable space of the ruins could not withstand such strong fluctuations and thus shook.

This was not only the effect of Anle's sword, but also...

The wrath of the Ghost Lord!

"you……"

A hoarse voice rang out from the black smoke, containing intense anger, but he suppressed it, like a volcano before eruption.

"How do you know my name?"

A terrifying pressure enveloped Anle, and the strange influence that seemed to be able to transform people into evil spirits immediately took effect on him.

A chill appeared on An Le's body, he seemed to gradually hear some small voices in his ears, and he seemed to see some kind of faint shadow in front of his eyes.

It seemed as if chaotic matter was about to flow into his mind and transform his spiritual consciousness.

For ordinary people, this kind of change may not be able to be stopped, and they can only watch themselves slide into the abyss.

However, Anle had already anticipated Ghost Lord's move.

Magnificent lines gradually emerged in his eyes, a dark yellow color, heavy and dead, as if they were not a pair of living people's eyes.

The intricate patterns rotated silently like a whirlpool, absorbing all the strange substances.

Instead of feeling any discomfort, Huangquan Ghost Eye emitted a sense of satisfaction and a warm current of feedback, slightly ironing the flesh and blood around the eyeballs and eye sockets, undergoing a subtle transformation.

"Those eyes..."

This time, even Ghost Lord's voice was filled with surprise.

He saw in it a power that was enough to drive the dead crazy, and a rare greed surged in his heart.

"If I could only get it..."

Ghost Lord stood in the black smoke, a trace of regret flashed in his eyes.

Just from these two simple confrontations, he could see that Anle was definitely a rare genius among millions.

Even during the heyday of the Luohun Sect, he could be given the title of "genius". It was inevitable that Ghost Lord would have a heart of admiration for talent. If the other party was willing to join the Luohun Sect, he would surely shine with unprecedented brilliance.

But he also knew clearly that people like this had a strong will and could not be shaken by words.

The relationship between them is already that of mortal enemies.

"Then... I will destroy you myself!"

Ghost Lord gathered his thoughts and said coldly: "No matter how you know my real name, today is the day you die!"

In response, Anle just sneered: "Oh, I not only know your name, I also know..."

"The Luohun Sect died because of you!"

After these words were spoken, not to mention most of the monks in the camp, even the rational ghost generals in the evil wave could not help but be frightened.

"Is he crazy?"

"This will completely infuriate Lord Guizun!"

Many ghost generals actually had some guesses about the past events, but no one dared to speak them out.

Among the cultivators, Bai Xianyou muttered to himself: "Is this true? No wonder..."

Yun Wuhen beside him was surprised: "So that's how it is?"

Xiong Batian didn't think too much when he heard this, and grinned: "Haha, this Ghost Lord is really a big disaster! He even destroyed his own sect."

Only Hu Chunsheng had anticipated this, because this was exactly the secret revealed on the stone slab.

He looked towards Anle who was high up, with a hint of worry in his eyes. Saying this directly would undoubtedly be like stabbing a knife directly into Ghost Lord's heart, which would definitely completely infuriate the other party.

as predicted.

The black smoke in the sky fell silent, but that didn't mean it stopped.

On the contrary, the black smoke began to become more agitated than ever before, surging wildly like waves, strong winds, and thunder.

Each wisp of black smoke seemed alive, with vaguely visible wriggling tentacles, huge hands, and disordered human faces...

Just the tip of the iceberg vaguely visible in the sky was enough to make the monks feel unspeakable panic, and they were secretly frightened by the Ghost Lord's wrath.

"Such a terrifying pressure, can the Ghost-Faced Man withstand it?"

What everyone was enduring was just the aftermath. At this time, Anle, who was in the air, was at the core of the storm.

Feeling the mountain of oppression and the tangible malicious gazes on him, Anle smiled instead.

If you want to destroy your enemy, you must first make him crazy!

A sober and rational Ghost Lord is definitely much more difficult to deal with than one in a crazy state.

So, Anle continued to speak loudly.

"Yuan Yongyan, do you still remember your senior brothers, sisters, and master?"

"How did they look at you before they died?"

Rumble!

Thick clouds swept in, and the evil air in the air was like boiling water, bubbling.

The furious voice of Ghost Lord was heard from it.

"Shut up!"

"Kill them all!"

As soon as he gave an order, the evil waves around the camp suddenly seemed to be injected with chicken blood, and rushed towards the monks even more violently.

The running black smoke obviously had a certain beneficial effect on the evil spirits. The pressure on everyone suddenly increased greatly, but they were able to hold on for a while.

the other side.

The huge and deformed statues of gods also took big strides towards the crowd.

The ground was shaking continuously and cracked into several pieces, just like a mountain was walking towards people. There was nothing more oppressive than the feeling of a mountain collapsing in front of you.

At this moment, a pure and ethereal figure, wrapped in pure white misty clouds, rose into the air and blocked the statues of the gods.

"Big guy, your opponent is me!"

The spiritual energy in Yun Wuhen's body poured out crazily, and clouds of energy wrapped around his body, rapidly expanding and growing in size.

I saw a white cloud giant gradually emerging from the sea of ​​clouds. His height was almost the same as that of the statues of gods. He looked majestic and powerful, with a long and strong aura.

Looking at the giant's face again, it was Yun Wuhen!

This is the secret technique of the Yuntian Sect——

Clouds cover the sky and earth!