King of the Fairy City

Huang Xiazi breathed a sigh of relief, knowing that although Ye Mo could control eight flying swords at the same time, he was not very skilled at it.

A simple eight-handed flying sword may not be able to threaten the Golden Core cultivator.

What Huang Xiazi was afraid of was Ye Mo's sword skills.

If Ye Mo mastered the sword formation method and could use these eight flying swords to form a sword formation, even a golden elixir monk would probably have a headache.

Even so, Huang Xiazi still did not dare to neglect.

He groaned, bit the tip of his tongue, and spurted out nine mouthfuls of blood, hitting the nine heads on the ghost shield.

As soon as the essence and blood arrived, the Ghost Skull let out a series of shrill wails and swallowed it in one gulp with its mouth wide open.

The ghost skulls that had swallowed the essence and blood suddenly changed in form. Fierce ghost flames erupted and they laughed eccentrically, as if they had suddenly become sane.

The blind man Huang spit out nine mouthfuls of blood in a row, and his face suddenly became extremely ugly, as yellow as a dying person.

"out"

He chanted the formula slightly and drank softly.

Under the influence of these nine ghost auras, the ghost skull that was sealed on the Nine Ghost Soul Devouring Shield suddenly rushed forward, directly rushed out of the surface of the shield, rose up in the wind, and turned into a giant of tens of feet.

Looking at the nine giant ghost skulls neatly arranged in mid-air.

Ye Mo's scalp felt numb and he didn't dare to stop for a moment. While driving the flying sword to strangle him, he continued to stir up the vitality in his body and condensed his main soul to launch an attack.

Most of the soul has been solidified, and it is only a matter of time before the golden elixir is formed.

Ye Mo has not launched the last round of vitality impact, just to trigger the catastrophe at the critical moment.

The moment when the vitality hits the main soul.

In the sky, the whirlpool of thunderclouds was induced at this moment, and a muffled thunder sounded.

"Boom"

There was a muffled sound.

The nine arrogant and domineering ghost heads were shaken together, and their eyes looked towards the sky in panic.

Huang Xiazi was also frightened out of his wits by this muffled sound. He didn't know why thunder occurred at this most critical moment.

"Boy, don't be delusional. Even thunder clouds can't save you."

Blind Huang snorted coldly with a stern expression, not only to tell the other party, but also to comfort himself.

"Yeah?"

Ye Mo smiled strangely, controlled the eight-series flying sword, and quickly slashed towards the blind man's ghost head.

Huang Xiazi snorted coldly, pinched the spells in his hand, and the ghostly aura continuously penetrated the nine heads, and bit them towards the eight flying swords.

Nine Ghosts Devouring Spirits is Huang Xiazi's real trump card.

It is not easy for ordinary Jindan ghost cultivators to refine three or four ghost skulls. He traveled around for hundreds of years before he found the souls of top-quality foundation-building monks and refined these nine ghost skulls.

Different from ordinary magic weapons, monks need to rely on magic power and spiritual consciousness to control them.

The Ghost Skull is a sealed ghost that possesses extremely strong strength.

There is no need to consume the spiritual consciousness of the ghost cultivator. Just like the spiritual beast adopted by the monk, you only need to give some simple commands, and the ghost skull can handle it on its own.

But at this time, the nine arrogant ghost heads were shaken by the thunderclouds in the sky.

Huang Xiazi's desperate urging at the expense of his vitality was able to wake up these ghost heads before the flying sword arrived.

Facing the attack of eight high-level flying swords, the nine ghost skulls bared their teeth and rushed forward. Eight flying swords and nine ghost heads finally met in mid-air, and soon they were fighting fiercely.

Flying swords with ordinary attributes are difficult to cause damage to the Ghost Skull. Under rapid slashing, the flexible Ghost Skull can always easily dodge.

Except for the Ding Lei Sword, which has restraint properties, almost all high-level flying swords fell at a disadvantage in the contest with the Ghost Skull.

The black ghost mist spit out from Ghost Skull's mouth has extremely strong corrosive power and can easily scatter the sword light bursting out from the flying sword.

Seven of the nine ghost skulls were used to deal with Ye Mo's seven flying swords, while the other two were entangled with the combined force of the thunder sword.

Even if it can deal with the attack of two huge ghost heads, the Ding Lei Sword seems to be able to handle it with ease.

Because of the catastrophe, the surrounding thunder aura was extremely rich.

Coupled with the fact that the thunder-type flying sword is naturally capable of restraining evil spirits, the electric arc wrapped around the body of the fixed thunder sword alone makes it difficult for these two ghost heads.

They can only rely on their own agility to fly back and forth to avoid, and then use the turbid air from their mouths to try to contaminate the Ding Lei Sword.

Nine ghost heads and eight flying swords are in a stalemate, and it is difficult to determine the winner.

But the states of Ye Mo and Huang Xiazi who controlled the two were completely different.

Huang Xiazi had so much free time that he didn't need to distract himself from controlling the ghost heads. He only needed to occasionally shoot out a few ghost energy to replenish the damage of the ghost heads.

Out of some fear of the thunderclouds in the sky, Huang Xiazi only released the ghost shield and did not take action himself. Even if there is a lightning strike, the target of the bombardment is Ghost Shield, not him.

Ye Mo's forehead was covered with beads of sweat. It was not easy to control the eight flying swords, which consumed a lot of his mana and even his spiritual consciousness.

"No, if this continues, I have to be defeated. Even if I can get rid of this person, I will die from the catastrophe because of the excessive consumption of mana."

Ye Mo thought secretly.

Suddenly, he made a fierce seal in his hand and withdrew all the consciousness and magic power attached to the flying sword. He paused and slowly sat cross-legged on the ground.

With a clanging sound, the eight high-level magic weapon-level flying swords lost the control of their divine consciousness and fell directly to the ground.

"A pheasant, quickly enter the scroll"

Ye Mo casually unfolded a golden ancient painting scroll.

Ah Zhi had already passed through Ye Mo's sound transmission technique and knew that he wanted to trigger a catastrophe. He immediately flapped his wings without hesitation and turned into a golden stream of light that disappeared into the ancient painting.

"What is that"

The sudden change made Huang Xiazi feel shocked.

The ancient painting surrounding Ye Mo looked very unusual. It turned out to be a space magic weapon that could capture spiritual beasts.

It is not that Huang Xiazi has never seen such magic weapons before.

The spirit beast bags in the world are expensive, and few foundation-building monks can afford them.

The ancient painting in front of me is obviously not a spirit beast bag, but it actually has similar functions to a spirit beast bag.

"Hey, I didn't expect that you have quite a lot of rare treasures on your body. Even I can't see the value of this magic weapon."

Huang Xiazi made no secret of his ecstasy.

The richer Ye Mo's wealth is, the more benefits it will bring to him. Anyway, no matter what treasures Ye Mo has, once he succeeds in seizing the body, these treasures will naturally become his.

"Go to hell"

The blind man Huang sneered repeatedly, waved his sleeves, and shot a ghost beam at the nine huge ghost skulls in the air.

Ye Mo displayed the ancient painting scroll and protected himself personally.

Ghost Skull roared and rushed towards Ye Mo, who was sitting cross-legged on the ground not far away.

Ye Mo's body was very important to Huang Xiazi. He didn't want to destroy this body, so he hurriedly shouted: "To break its defense, you must not hurt the body."

The monk's flesh and blood was a great supplement to the ghost skulls, and the nine ghost skulls howled rather reluctantly.

"Don't worry, when I seize this person's body, I will definitely find enough boys and girls for you to enjoy."

Huang Xiazi laughed ferociously and made a heavy promise.

The nine ghost heads cheered in unison and rushed towards Ye Mo, biting and attacking the ancient scrolls guarding Ye Mo.

The ancient painting scroll was brilliant, but it quickly dimmed under their bite. Although the ancient painting scroll is indestructible, it still requires mana to maintain. Without mana, it is just an ancient painting scroll that is one foot long.

It is only a matter of time to break through the defense of the ancient painting scroll.

At this moment, an extremely strong spiritual pressure and a vortex of vitality visible to the naked eye formed in Ye Mo's Niwan Palace.

Thunderclouds rolled in the sky, getting lower and lower.

The nine ghost heads seemed to have noticed something was wrong, and they all let out a sharp roar, anxiously trying to break through the ancient painting scroll defense around Ye Mo.

Once the nine ghosts entered the body, Ye Mo was immediately stunned.

No matter how strong a monk is, his soul will be easily devoured and he will be reduced to an ownerless body.

"Bad boy, I will take good care of Ye's Fairy Town for you."

Huang Xiazi looked ferocious and sneered.

He took out several black ghost talisman papers from his storage bag, stuck them around his body, and then sat cross-legged about a hundred feet behind Ye Mo.

Dark clouds were billowing above the island, and as more and more arcs began to shuttle, the thunder-attribute aura on the island was so rich that it appeared as a lavender light band.

These tiny lightning lights kept hitting Huang Xiazi's body, bursting out tiny arcs of light.

Huang Xiazi frowned, and the uneasiness in his heart became more and more intense.

He had a vague idea of ​​giving up the fight and escaping from here.

However, his physical body has very little life left, and he is afraid that it may collapse at any time. If the body is not taken away in time, his soul will lose its place to live.

There are many restrictions on how the soul can seize the body. Not any physical body can be used to seize the body.

After losing his physical body, even if Huang Xiazi can refine his soul into a ghost and survive for a short period of time, once the Qi of the Sun shines on it, it will inevitably be destroyed by ashes.

One after another, strange spells were fired.

Huang Xiazi was fully prepared and waited for the ghost skull to tear open Ye Mo's ancient painting scroll defense, and then immediately used the method of seizing the body to seize Ye Mo's body.

At this moment, Ye Mo's body trembled.

Huang Xiazi was overjoyed, it seemed that Ye Mo couldn't hold it any longer.

"Boom"

In the sky, a thousand-foot-long purple arc struck down in an instant.

Impartially, it hit Ye Mo directly. Within a few dozen feet around Ye Mo, a flash of lightning shone.

There was a loud "buzz" sound, and the yellow blind man's face was as white as paper

The connection between him and Jiugui was instantly disconnected.

The power of a thunder directly burned all the clothes on Ye Mo's body.

This purple electric arc was definitely not an ordinary thunder and lightning. Nine Ghosts were the first to bear the brunt of it. They were easily destroyed by the small thunder calamity that struck down instantly.

Small disaster?

"Why is this happening to the big calamity? He is overcoming the calamity and hitting the golden elixir bottleneck?"

Huang Xiazi's mind went blank. Almost subconsciously, he jumped up suddenly, pinched the spells in his hands, and flew away from the island.

Almost at the moment he flew away from the island, a lilac lightning suddenly lit up.

Blind Huang was knocked to the ground, leaving a big crater.

When the minor catastrophe comes, any place within a radius of ten miles will be locked by lightning. It is impossible for any creature to escape from the scope of the catastrophe.