Celestial being

"Xi Ying once said that witchcraft can be divided into strong and weak ones according to their level of cultivation. The basis for this division is the range, time and effect of the spells they can cast." Yuan Ming glanced at the haggard man and said, said.

"So, we can still fight?" Huazhi's eyes lit up slightly.

"I think his condition seems to be abnormal. He is coexisting with the Demonic Cloud Tree, which shows that he is not a witch in the true sense. And judging from the results of previous attacks, his words vary with the range of influence. But within a three-foot radius, there is still a chance to beat him." Yuan Ming pondered.

"What do you want me to do?" After listening to his analysis, Huazhi didn't quite understand it, but she felt it was definitely reasonable.

Yuan Ming frowned and said nothing. After thinking for a while, he raised his hand and waved. The blood-devouring map of Shura unfolded with a clatter, and the blood shadow and Hongling's figure flew out at the same time.

"Fellow Daoist Yuan." The two of them clasped their fists at the same time.

Yuan Ming briefly told the two of them the situation at hand, and Xueying immediately smiled and said: "You mean, you want me to wait and attack at the same time, so that he has no time to use his magical powers, right?"

"Not bad." Yuan Ming nodded.

As soon as he finished speaking, the four of them spread out together with the flowers and branches at the same time, attacking the withered man from different angles.

The moment a few people rushed up, the haggard man seemed to be aware of the crisis. The magic cloud tree immediately shook violently, and the vines on it continued to beat towards the few people like crazy.

The four people swayed and moved, all avoiding the harassment of the vines and rushing closer.

Hua Zhi saw several vines stabbing straight towards her like spears. She immediately turned her hands into vines and formed a dark round shield in front of her body, using her body to push towards the haggard man.

On the other side, the bloody knife in the blood shadow's hand slashed out horizontally, and a bloody knife shadow flew diagonally towards him.

Hong Ling frowned slightly, and when he flipped his wrist, a ray of red light swarmed out and rushed straight away.

Yuan Ming was directly in front of the withered man, holding the Soul-Destroying Sword in his hand, and slashed out with one sword.

Although the three of them attacked from different angles, they all kept a tacit understanding of keeping a few feet away from the haggard man in the magic cloud tree, for fear of entering the range of his magical power.

There was only Huazhi. He remembered that Yuan Ming said that its range of influence was three feet, so he rushed over.

The three magic attacks flew in first. As soon as they got closer, the haggard man suddenly shouted: "The magic is gone!"

This time the sound was much louder than every time before. Before the three spells were even ten feet in front of him, they disappeared into thin air with a "pop".

"The scope has indeed expanded..." The three of them were shocked at the same time.

"Huazhi, come back quickly..." Yuan Ming shouted quickly.

However, it was already too late. Huazhi's figure crashed into the withered figure, and the black round shield held in his hand suddenly rushed towards him.

Yuan Ming frowned and found that Huazhi's attack had not been resolved, and a look of surprise immediately appeared in his eyes.

"The six senses are unclear." The haggard man's voice sounded again.

Huazhi, who was clearly close at hand, suddenly turned away, like a drunken drunkard, lost his aim, hit the other side of the magic cloud tree, hit the empty space, and fell out.

Several tree vines immediately followed and stabbed him in the back.

Huazhi also reacted very quickly and turned the black round shield to his back urgently. However, due to the interference of the six senses, the movement was greatly deformed. Under strong control, he only moved it to the right side of his back.

Two of the tree vines stabbed the black shield and immediately broke it into pieces.

The other few stabbed directly into the back of Huazhi, and they were about to drag her to the tree again.

At this time, a blood shadow flashed past, Yuan Ming's figure escaped like a blood shadow, cut off the vines with a sword, and returned to the original place with the flower branches.

"Fellow Daoist Yuan, that doesn't work. His magical power of speaking, speaking, and magic is not just for one person. As long as it's magic, he can ban it all at once." Xueying said.

"However, it seems that it failed to resolve Huazhi's attack?" Hong Ling pondered.

"Because Huazhi's attack is not a spell, it cannot be wiped out by just saying 'the spell is gone'." Yuan Ming said with a grin.

"Indeed, he seemed to have said 'the six senses are unclear' later on. Is this a curse that disrupts perception?" Hong Ling asked.

"Yes, he has to use different spells to deal with two different forms of attacks." Yuan Ming nodded.

Hearing this, Hong Ling's face brightened with a smile: "In this way, the number of people attacked is not the key point, the diversification of attack methods is the key point."

"So, as long as we use different attacks, we can make him Wu Xian use the curse to offset it at the same time?" Xueying also understood and said.

Hearing this, Yuan Ming shook his head and said, "The loophole may not be that big."

"Why do you say this?" Hongling asked puzzled.

"There are actually only three types of attack methods, namely physical attack, magic attack and soul attack. For example, no matter how many tricks, magic weapons and even talismans are used, they will all be subject to the phrase 'the magic does not exist' The influence. Moreover, we still don’t know whether his words and deeds can directly affect the human body." Yuan Ming said thoughtfully.

If there was something more serious, he hadn't said it out yet, because he knew that with the power of witchcraft, he could decide life and death with just one word.

Of course, this also takes a huge toll on the caster's soul.

But if you want to cast a spell that is powerful enough to determine life and death, you must be close enough, or both parties have physical contact, otherwise it will be difficult to work.

This is also the reason why Yuan Ming always chose to control the distance after he recovered and did not fight at close range.

"Continuing to speculate like this is not an option. It is better to try to attack again. I will get close and attack with physical skills. If it doesn't work, I will use blood shadow to escape. You two, one will attack with magic, and the other will attack with soul. , let’s see the effect first.” Xueying said impatiently.

"It's okay." Yuan Ming heard this, frowned and thought for a moment, then nodded.

After saying this, the figure of the blood shadow immediately turned into a streak of blood light, and in an instant it came to the front of the withered man. The blood-turned-knife in his hand glowed brightly, and it slashed towards his head.

Hong Ling followed closely behind, flicking her wrist, and a red light shot straight out.

Yuan Ming also put his hand on the center of his eyebrows and pointed forward. A soul crow, with the dream rune of living beings wrapped in its body, moved toward the withered man's eyebrows.

The withered man's pitch-black eyes showed no color at all, and he shouted in a low voice: "The six senses are unclear."

The blood shadow's blade immediately lost its accuracy and hit the empty space close to the withered man's side.

Immediately afterwards, he spoke again: "The technique does not exist."

Hongling's attack dissipated out of thin air.

However, before he could say the third sentence of the curse, Yuan Ming's soul crow had already crashed into his sea of ​​consciousness.

The haggard man's head jerked back.

Yuan Ming was overjoyed when he saw this, and immediately mobilized the power of all living beings' dream runes to cast illusions in an attempt to control him.

However, the next moment, his expression couldn't help but be startled. Immediately, he saw that the Demon Cloud Tree in front of him suddenly grew a thousand times, and the figure of the withered man also surged a thousand times.

Standing under him, he was as small as an ant, and he suddenly had the idea of ​​being invincible.

However, after just a moment of panic, Yuan Ming suddenly woke up and quickly called the soul crow to fly back.

Soon, the illusion in front of him finally disappeared.

"What a powerful soul. He is worthy of being a guy who can use his words and magical powers." The scene in front of Yuan Ming's eyes recovered, and he couldn't help but take a deep breath, with a look of fear in his eyes.

Xueying and Hongling also stepped back and asked, "Failed again?"

"It's very possible that that guy has really reached the realm of witchcraft. My illusions can't control him. But I found that his soul power seems to have weakened." Yuan Ming frowned and said slowly.

"Why do you say that?" Hong Ling asked doubtfully.

"When I first met him, I was controlled by his illusion. It was not as easy as before to break away from the illusion," Yuan Ming said.

After he and the withered man looked at each other before, he would not have been able to escape from the illusion if he had not relied on the power of the immortal tree to transform into a tree body. However, this time he woke up easily.

"This shows that his casting of the spell actually consumes a lot of soul power. As long as a large amount of his soul power is consumed, when he is unable to cast the spell, we will win." Hong Ling's eyes lit up and he said.

"Not bad." Yuan Ming nodded.

"It's also thanks to his close connection with the tree that he can't escape and attack. He can only defend passively, otherwise it will be more difficult to deal with." Xueying said sincerely.

After deciding on a plan, the three of them began to take turns using their magical powers to attack the withered man.

After Huazhi recovered slightly, he immediately joined the attacking team.

While attacking, Yuan Ming activated his Qi-gazing technique and carefully observed the changes in the haggard man.

About half an hour later, he discovered that the range of the haggard man's spell had been reduced by more than half, and the power it exerted was not as powerful as before.

Several times, their attacks were only weakened by the curse, but they were not completely eliminated.

When Yuan Ming once again saw that the red light emitted by Hongling was weakened into a hazy light and scattered on the withered man, he knew that the opportunity had come.

After saying hello through the voice transmission, Yuan Ming raised his hand and waved, and the Night Walk of Hundred Ghosts unfolded in mid-air. Hundreds of evil ghosts flew out of it and rushed towards the withered man.

"A hundred ghosts retreat." The haggard man shouted loudly, as if he was at the top of his lungs.

A large number of ghosts turned into smoke and disappeared, but there were still many that did not disappear, which showed that their power had been exhausted and the power of the spell was greatly reduced.

When Yuan Ming and others saw this, they immediately stopped hesitating and took action with all their strength.

Hong Ling danced with her hands, and streaks of red light shot out from different angles.

The Magic Cloud Tree suddenly danced like a demon, constantly waving its vine branches towards the red light.

The blood shadow's sword light followed closely behind, without giving it any chance to breathe, and slashed at him one after another.

Yuan Ming raised his hand and waved, and several explosive fireballs that were integrated with the power of the sun flew away, flying up and down and hitting the withered man.