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There may be many ordinary people who do not believe in good or bad omens, but none of the people present are ordinary people. They are all immortal cultivators. How can the monks not believe in this aspect?

impossible!

Looking at the crows flying out of the woods and swarming in the air, everyone present, including the two great monks Jiang Fengmian and Wen Zhuliu, couldn't help but change their expressions.

Is this...what happened? Is there an evil spirit with a lot of resentment appearing?

It shouldn’t be. Although there are many evil spirits in Baifeng Mountain, it can be used as a hunting ground, but this is where the Yunmeng Jiang family entertains guests who come to hunt. The site selection has been carefully considered, and it is an absolutely safe place. There are no nearby places.

There may be some evil spirits out there, but this crow?

"Ah! Wen Zhuliu, come and help me!" Just when everyone was confused, suddenly, Wen Chao's cry rang out. At this time, they saw that he had already drawn his sword and was using his spiritual power.

Resist Wei Wuxian's pressing momentum towards him.

Although they were both Golden Elixir monks, Wei Wuxian was in the late stage of the Golden Elixir, while he was only in the early stage of the Golden Elixir. Even though he was wielding a sword and using his spiritual power, he still felt extremely uncomfortable under the pressure of Wei Wuxian's momentum.

Not only that, Wei Wuxian's released momentum gave him a very strange feeling, as if he was not facing a spiritually powerful monk, but a resentful corpse king crawling out of hell.

Corpse King?

Yes, in Wen Chao's eyes at this moment, Wei Wuxian, who was tilting his head and looking at him casually, stood behind him a Corpse King several times larger than him, with a black aura all over his body.

Only he could see the reason why he was targeted by Wei Wuxian's aura, and no one else could notice it. This... what on earth is this?

"Young Master." Hearing Wen Chao's call for help, Wen Zhuliu averted his eyes from looking at the crows, hurriedly stepped between him and Wei Wuxian, and then waved his palm to hit Wei Wuxian.

As an alchemy hand, his most powerful hands are these. With one palm strike, not to mention the momentum, the golden elixir will be shattered.

By the way, Wen Zhuliu's Immortal Cultivation is also in the late stage of Jindan, but it is better than that of Wei Wuxian, a newbie who has just entered the late stage. Therefore, when he saw him waving his palm towards him, Wei Wuxian's face was filled with confusion.

His casual expression calmed down a little. He knew the name of Alchemy Hand so well that he naturally did not dare to despise it.

However, by slapping me so directly, you are underestimating me, Mr. Wei, right?

"Ha." Wei Wuxian smiled faintly. In the next second, purple, purple, black, and black, five soul rings spilled out from the soles of his feet and floated around his body. Then, Wei Wuxian took the Ghost Flute Chen Qing.

At the mouth, he started to blow.

A pleasant flute sound appeared and reached everyone's ears.

This is nothing, the key is what appears along with the sound of the flute.

Just when Wen Zhuliu's palm force broke Wei Wuxian's momentum and continued to slap him, a black tornado appeared in front of him out of thin air and headed towards Wen Zhuliu.

This black tornado also contains skeletons and bone knives that are visible to the naked eye. Some of those skeletons only have heads with mouths that are constantly biting, while others are relatively complete, with white bone claws constantly waving, which looks so scary.

The fourth soul skill - Summoning from the Netherworld.

Skeletons from the abyss can be summoned out of thin air to fight for themselves. The number and strength of the summoned skeletons depend on the owner's wishes. The upper limit is limited by soul power, active skills, and special effects are locking and reducing.

Once the opponent is locked on, the opponent will not be able to dodge the attack and can only choose to fight head-on. Once it hits the opponent, it will instantly reduce the opponent's defense by 50% and soul power by 30%.

Because the energies of the two major systems have something in common, when facing a monk like Wen Zhuliu, the special effect of reducing soul power becomes reducing spiritual power.

And once his spiritual power is reduced by 30%, how can his cultivation level be compared with Wei Wuxian's, let alone deal with his soul skills.

Looking at the black tornado that appeared in front of him, Wen Zhuliu's expression changed drastically. Then he recalled the figure standing behind Wei Wuxian that he had seen when he helped Wen Chao break through Wei Wuxian's momentum.

A flash of panic flashed across his face, and he subconsciously stopped walking and jumped back, trying to avoid Wei Wuxian's attack.

It's a pity that he didn't notice that just a second before he did this, a skeleton with green eyes in the black tornado stopped on him and quickly looked down from above.

All over.

Lockdown complete!

Wen Zhuliu could no longer escape.

"Oh, Wen Zhuliu, what are you hiding from? You are the elixir-transforming hand. I heard that your hands have transformed many monks' golden elixirs. How about it? I'm just standing here. Are you interested in transforming mine?

"After successfully using the fourth soul skill, Wei Wuxian took Chen Qing away from his mouth and stopped blowing it. He saw that no matter where he hid, the black tornado containing the skeleton would pursue him.

Wen Zhuliu smiled.

"Evil heretics, ghost tricks, who are you?" Wen Zhuliu didn't know Wei Wuxian, and he tried hard to avoid the "call of the netherworld", so he asked Wei Wuxian.

"It's easy to talk, I'm Wei Wuxian of the Yunmeng Jiang clan, but if you say that I am an evil heretic, I have something to say. If I don't absorb other people's essence and blood, and secondly, if I don't absorb other people's spiritual consciousness, how can I become an evil heretic?

What? Does it mean that you have to slap people like you do to be the right way? You are too unreasonable, right?" Wei Wuxian slapped his palm with Chen Qing and said.

Originally, he planned not to use the Ghost Flute Martial Spirit in this world, but considering that the Qishan Wen Sect has come to cause trouble, it is better to be feared and criticized by others than to be mistakenly thought to be weak and to be bullied, and to be honest, in this world

This is the place where he usually lives. It is really difficult for him not to use his abilities here, so he thought about it again and again, and finally decided to break the jar and throw it away. I will use it. Who can do anything to me?

Anyway, as long as the people I care about don't alienate me because of this, as for other people, I don't care how much they love me.

"Hmph, such strong words! Master Jiang, I didn't expect that your Yunmeng Jiang family is also practicing heretics. I've really learned a lot." Wen Zhuliu said in a cold voice. After finishing his words, his eyes were hard, he jumped with all his strength, and flipped in the air.

After somersaulting, he landed behind Wei Wuxian, knocked away a few unknown monks who were in the way, and then hit Wei Wuxian in the back with his palm.

"Okay, since you want me to remove your golden elixir, then I will help you!" As he said that, Wen Zhuliu attached all his powerful spiritual energy to his palms, fearing that he could not cripple Wei Wuxian with just one palm.

Already.

Sensing Wen Zhuliu's actions, Wei Wuxian shook his head, showing no sign of defensiveness.

Then, just when Wen Zhuliu's palm was about to hit Wei Wuxian, he suddenly flashed and disappeared from the spot.

Phantom sound art, teleportation ability, can you hit me?

"What?" The target in front of him suddenly disappeared, and Wen Zhuliu's eyes widened with a look of disbelief on his face.

Where have the people gone?

"Hey, I'm behind you." Wei Wuxian's voice came from behind Wen Zhuliu. Hearing this, he instantly turned around and waved his hands. However, this time Wei Wuxian was prepared, and there was something on the surface of his body.

Protected by a thick layer of body-protecting yin energy, Wen Zhuliu's palm power could not break through it for a while.

"Alchemy Hand, have you forgotten something? My previous summons from the underworld successfully locked you. Now that you don't run away but are fighting me, are you... too ambitious?" Wei Wuxian looked at Wen in front of him.

Zhuliu said with a smile.

"Huh?" Hearing the sound, Wen Zhuliu's pupils shrank. At this time, a gust of howling wind came from behind him. He turned his head and looked at the black skeleton tornado that had chased him. Wen Zhuliu

Zhuliu's face twitched violently several times.

This time... it's terrible!