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

However, a series of circumstances that are happening right now are gradually overturning their ideas.

Especially the vast and majestic aura from Anle, which was stained with blood and death, was like the natural enemy of evil spirits. Even at such a long distance, it still frightened many evil spirits.

I saw a flash of blood-red thunder, and the black smoke, tentacles, long whips and tornadoes in the air were cut apart by an invisible force.

Even the ruins on the ground were affected.

A crack spread directly across the building complex that had already become ruins. The soil rolled over and the ground cracked. Everything above the crack was split in two, and a large number of evil creatures died under this blow.

A huge gap appeared again in the sky covered with dark clouds.

Only this time, people were able to see two figures standing opposite each other in the empty sky.

"Friend An is injured!"

Gan Bing exclaimed softly, with a hint of worry in his eyes.

They saw that Anle's arms were covered in blood and large amounts of blood had seeped out of the ghost armor.

Bai Xianyou's expression became more serious: "To deliver such a shocking blow must have put a huge strain on the body."

On the other hand, the Ghost Lord on the other side seemed to be unharmed, just standing there motionless.

This made everyone's mood gradually sink to the bottom.

boom!

Suddenly, a stream of dark mucus spurted out from the Ghost Lord's abdomen and dripped down.

His body seemed to be cut in two from the waist, with the upper body sliding to one side and only being held together by a strange secret force.

A look of pain also appeared on the Ghost Lord's ferocious face, but it was replaced by anger the next second.

"how dare you!"

"I am the twelfth leader of the Luohun Sect, Yuan Yongyan. How dare you hurt me! How dare you hurt me!"

"I'm going to kill you! Kill you!!!"

His mind was obviously in an extremely abnormal state. After being provoked repeatedly by Anle, he turned into a complete madman. The only thing left was his obsession with the glory of the Luohun Sect, which filled his heart like a root deeply rooted in the soil.

This performance shocked countless evil spirits.

Although they had seen the Ghost Lord when he went crazy, they had never seen him as out of control and embarrassed as he was today.

Unconsciously, the invincible and terrifying majestic image of the Ghost Lord in the hearts of the evil spirits collapsed bit by bit.

An absurd thought came to the mind of a ghost general: "Could that person... really win?"

"How tenacious."

Anle sighed softly. His arms were fractured in many places and his muscles were strained countless times in the outburst just now, but he still failed to cause fatal damage to the Ghost Lord.

The heart beats vigorously, and [endless life] allows vitality to continuously flow in, nourishing the injured arm and quickly repairing body tissues.

In just two breaths, the muscles and bones were repaired by at least 40%.

This self-healing ability is the reason why he dares to activate his body so violently.

Not far away, black smoke condensed again and rushed towards Anle.

This is destined to be a brutal tug-of-war.

******

Casualties began to appear in the monks' positions.

Even though they had done their best to prepare, there were still too many evil spirits before them.

"what!"

Someone screamed and his back kept shaking. A white-skeletal spider with a human face broke through the skin and flesh and crawled out.

Even in the next second, the companions beside him killed it.

However, the monk whose spine was bitten off and whose internal organs were eaten could not be saved.

As he lay dying, he whispered, "Junior sister, you are still waiting for me..."

He was actually the one who said that he wanted to become a Taoist couple with his junior sister. It was a pity that he would never have such an opportunity again.

"I was careless."

Gu Qiutong said apologetically.

Her condition at this moment was definitely not good. Her eyes were bloodshot, her face was pale, and the poisonous insects around her looked powerless. In a long and high-intensity battle, Gu Qiutong, who had to command the overall situation, had to bear far greater pressure than others.

If it weren't for her extraordinary strength and will, she would have been crushed under such heavy pressure.

At this time, the magic array that everyone had set up earlier had almost completely failed, and the spiritual power in their bodies was only one tenth left. They could only rely on the Yuntian Sect's combined Taoist magic to barely hold on.

in the crowd.

Bai Xianyou's breathing was unstable, and the palm prints he swung out became weak and powerless. From originally being able to kill a group of them with one palm, now he could only crush two or three.

"Damn it, it never ends."

Looking around, his face looked grim. The wave of evil spirits was still boundless, as if it had not diminished at all.

Roar! ! !

Bai Xianyou suddenly heard a terrible roar of a beast. He turned around and saw Xiong Batian covered in blood. Beside him was a group of horrible evil spirits of which only bones were left. There were dozens of thick bone spurs sticking out of his iron tower-like body, and his blood had almost gathered into a pool.

In his arms was a much smaller body. This was the brother Xiong Batian had known for many years, but he died here.

Bai Xianyou quickly stepped in to rescue him.

Seeing this scene, a trace of sadness flashed in Hu Chunsheng's eyes. Many of his fellow monsters had already died in these ruins.

He thought of the promise he had made to them, and felt both guilty and helpless.

boom!

A little further away from the main battlefield, giants and statues of gods made of clouds suddenly collided with each other.

The clouds dissipated, the surface of the statue crackled, and countless pieces fell off it, but in the blink of an eye, more statues merged into the bodies of the other statues.

However, the aura of the cloud-like world was much weaker than at the beginning, and its thick and solid body seemed a little thin.

"This ray of divinity is really difficult to deal with."

As the clouds entangled him, Yun Wuhen also showed signs of fatigue, and most of his vast spiritual power was consumed.

The worst thing was that the cloud giant was vaguely infected by the statues of the gods, and distorted human faces began to emerge uncontrollably on its surface and deformed arms began to grow.

If this trend continues, it is only a matter of time before the Yunxiang world is completely polluted and assimilated by the divinity.

Yun Wuhen looked at the clouds not far away and forced a smile, looking quite cool.

The first rule of the Yun family's divine method is that you must never show weakness in front of others.

Even if he is alone.

He said to himself: "Friend An, you have to be faster..."

Yun Wuhen looked up at the sky, and vaguely saw the blood-colored sword light, black tentacles, abundant blood, and condensed malice, constantly flashing and entangled.

From a distance, it looked like two giant red and black dragons were fighting each other with all the means at their disposal. Even the slight aftermath that leaked out was enough to make people tremble with fear.

And now, the moment has come to decide the outcome.

******

Anle in the clouds had his ghost armor almost completely destroyed, his skin was torn in many places, sticky plasma oozed out from his pores, and his arms, ribs, palms... all had broken bones, which looked a little unnatural.

The spiritual energy in the two dantians was about to be drained out, leaving them empty, with only the empty dantians spinning extremely hard.

The Shenlong in his hand was almost destroyed in the battle with the black smoke, and there was very little dragon power left in it.

But looking at his expression, he did not show any signs of fatigue or fear. Instead, he had an extremely satisfied smile on his face, as if a chess enthusiast had met an equally matched opponent and the battle was in full swing.

The Ghost Lord opposite had also discarded his human appearance and turned into a mixed, indescribable being.

Countless mouths appeared on his body, some wailing, some calling out someone's name, or repeating the word "Luo Hun Sect".

These are the residual souls of all the former disciples of the Luohun Sect. They did not completely perish, but were permanently retained in the bodies of the Ghost Lord, causing him to suffer endless torture.

The only bit of sanity left in Ghost Lord, apart from anger, was a strong shock.

'Why is this person so strong? '

'Isn't he afraid of death?'

The Ghost Lord saw that Anle, who was seriously injured, attacked him again. Even through his flesh, he could feel the burning desire to fight.

It seemed as if he could only be repelled but never defeated.

Gui Zun thought: "Mad man! He is a mad man!"

"Come again! Come again!"

Anle launched charges again and again, his body gradually became scarred, and Shenlong finally completely collapsed in a collision.

However, his consciousness and spirit seemed to become more and more in tune with the [Arts of War] as his fighting spirit was tempered, reaching another indescribable state.

The previous [realm of emptiness and clarity] was only a prerequisite for the current state.

All the abilities are integrated, even if it is a hodgepodge, it seems like a system unique to Anle has been created.

At this moment, he seemed to have become a true god of war!

All kinds of martial arts are integrated into one's own body!

One thought can kill evil, one thought can reach God!

In Anle's eyes, a complete path emerged extremely clearly. Countless branches were cut off along the way, and the path would only lead to the most correct direction.

Click!

There was no earth-shattering roar, nor any huge noise, only an imperceptible crisp sound.

A large white hand passed through Ghost Lord's body.

There, countless cracks appeared on the core that was as big as a human head.

"how come……"

The Ghost Lord's thousands of mouths let out unwilling wails, and then collapsed with a loud bang!

I didn't expect that the joke I made on hell would actually happen to me. It's really ironic. Maybe merit really exists.

You all come to read books to relax, there is no need to receive negative emotions from me. In order not to affect your reading experience, I deleted yesterday's content. I originally wanted to update it quickly, but now I really don't have the ability and mood to do so. The quality may also be affected. I hope everyone will forgive me.

I can only say that things are unpredictable, and the living still have to look forward. I hope everyone can spend more time with the elders at home. I used to think that the saying "Don't let waiting become regret" was empty, but now I think that only those who have experienced it will understand.

Chapter 155 I was wrong

"Do not……"

Thousands of voices merged into one were heard from the black smoke.

"I can't die..."

"I also want to make the Luohun Sect...great again..."

"How could... you fall here..."

The obsession with the Luohun Sect has been deeply engraved in Ghost Lord's soul, and he cannot forget it even at his deathbed.

His story is not that complicated. It was just that due to his ignorance in his youth and his pursuit of strength, he attempted to call upon a mysterious god to reverse the declining trend of the Luohun Sect, but ended up bringing disaster upon the entire sect.

That strange power infected all the incense and statues in the sect, and then backfired on the disciples who used them to practice. Yuan Yongyan's master, the previous leader of Luohun, eventually sealed the entire sect in this special space in order to prevent the disaster from leaking out, which led to the situation we have today.

At this time, Anle was also in a state of exhaustion. He felt tearing pain all over his body. His meridians and dantian were as dry as a riverbed that had been dry for three years, and cracks were faintly visible.

"I was really squeezed dry this time..."

Anle thought with some self-mockery.

But suddenly, he noticed that there seemed to be an exceptionally hard object in the crushed core of the Ghost Lord.

"This is?"

Anle roughly figured out that this was a foreign object in the shape of a bell. Without thinking too much, he put it into his storage bag.

The current crisis is not over yet.