Mortal Seeking Immortal

After Zhang Tian finished speaking, a spell hit the flying sword, and the flying sword flew towards Ye Zhou with a clang, piercing his Dantian.

"Hmph." Ye Zhou snorted coldly, slapped the storage bag, and three iron-green particles flew out of the storage bag and headed towards Feijian.

After hearing three "clang, clang, clang, clang" sounds, Feijian and Tie Qingzi collided in mid-air. The two fought, and sparks flew for a while.

Tie Qingzi actually had a close fight with his flying sword.

Zhang Tian was slightly startled, with a fierce look on his face: "Such a strong spiritual power, no wonder you have such courage!"

As he spoke, he patted the Hundred Ghost Flag again. The Hundred Ghost Flag trembled slightly, and more than a dozen third-level Qi-training ghosts quickly jumped out of the flag and flew towards Ye Zhou.

"Boy, you are only at the sixth level of Qi training. It is already very extreme to control a piece of steel to fight with my flying sword. Let's see how you can resist my Hundred Ghost Banner this time! Listen to my command and swallow it. he!"

Suddenly, more than a dozen fierce ghosts pounced towards Ye Zhou!

"Jie, Jie, Jie, the flesh and blood of a cultivator is very nourishing to you, and his soul can also improve your cultivation. Whoever gives him the final blow, I will reward him with a hundred mortal souls!"

Suddenly the eyes of more than a dozen fierce ghosts glowed green and became more ferocious.

Ye Zhou did not rush to take out his other magic weapons, but quickly retreated with his sword.

Zhang Tianzheng was planning to use the devil to chase Ye Zhou, but he heard the sound of sharp blades piercing the air behind him, and then heard a slightly worried exclamation: "Brother Ye, are you okay?"

This Wu Feng actually killed all the ten most powerful ghosts released by Zhang Tian one by one, and began to attack Zhang Tian.

Zhang Tian hurriedly turned sideways and fled to the side. While escaping, he did not forget to wave the Hundred Ghost Banner in his hand, and actually released a dozen more ghosts in an attempt to block Wu Feng's footsteps.

As soon as Zhang Tian stood still, Ye Zhou took out a few talismans from his storage bag. With a movement of his hand, the talismans came out and turned into several hot fireballs as big as watermelons in the air, heading towards him. The fierce ghost that rushed towards him flew away.

With a few "booms", the fireball exploded violently when it collided with the ghosts. Half of the dozen or so ghosts were killed or injured instantly.

"Transformation Fire Bullet Talisman!"

Seeing Ye Zhou scattering several Fire Bullet Talismans at once, Zhang Tian's expression changed drastically, while Wu Feng had an envious look on his face.

This Fire Bullet Talisman is worth five or six spirit stones, and casual cultivators are most in need of spirit stones.

Zhang Tian already understood that the ghosts he had released no longer posed any threat to Ye Zhou, so he waved the Hundred Ghost Flag and ordered the remaining ghosts to spread out and try to entangle Ye Zhou and buy him time.

"It's all you who forced me!"

Zhang Tian's face was extremely gloomy. He took out a black soul-eating skeleton from the storage bag and cut his arm with a knife. A small stream of blood flowed from the wound and dripped onto the soul-eating skull. .

As the blood was absorbed by the Soul-Eating Skeleton, a black light flashed on the Soul-Eating Skeleton, and two red lights lit up from the eye sockets on the Soul-Eating Skeleton. The blood flowed more and more, and the two red lights became brighter and brighter.

Just when the red light became as big as an egg, Zhang Tian stopped the blood flowing from his arm, and hit the soul-eating skeleton with a spell. The black soul-eating skull slowly floated up from his hand, with a mouth full of sharp teeth. It keeps biting and biting like a living creature.

"No, I didn't expect this guy to be able to refine an extremely sinister one-time magic weapon like the Soul-Eating Skeleton!"

Wu Feng and Ye Zhou's expressions changed accordingly.

Zhang Tian's face was now as pale as paper, but his face was extremely twisted and ferocious, resembling an evil ghost rather than a living person.

"Go! Kill this kid first!"

In Zhang Tian's opinion, no matter how strong Ye Zhou's spiritual power is, he can only reach the sixth level of Qi training. After all, Wu Feng is at the ninth level of Qi training, so it will definitely be more difficult to kill. If he kills Ye Zhou, he will have a chance to escape!

The strange soul-eating skeleton flashed with red light and pounced towards Ye Zhou's mouth full of fangs.

The speed of the soul-eating skeleton was as fast as lightning, and it was in front of Ye Zhou in an instant.

Ye Zhou saw that the soul-eating skeleton was very strange and did not dare to be careless. He took out several talismans and activated them, turning them into four or five realm-transformation fireballs and shooting towards the flying soul-eating skeleton.

Before those groups of transformed fireballs could get closer, the Soul-Eating Skeleton opened its mouth, and a stream of black smoke spurted out from its mouth, instantly covering the flying fireballs.

The fireball the size of a watermelon flickered a few times in the black smoke, and went out before its power was released!

Ye Zhou was shocked again. He did not dare to underestimate the soul-eating skeleton. He patted the storage bag and a small sword with a flash of spiritual light flew out of his storage bag.

"Go!" Ye Zhou waved his hand, and the small sword shot towards the left eye socket of the soul-eating skeleton like an arrow.

"Hmph! Looking for death!" Zhang Tian, ​​who was not far away, snorted coldly, as if he was not worried that the soul-eating skeleton would be destroyed by the small sword.

Ye Zhou felt uneasy, wondering where this soul-eating skeleton came from. He had never seen a magic weapon like this before.

Looking at Wu Feng who was entangled with the ghost, a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes when he saw the soul-eating skeleton. Presumably, he didn't know the origin of the soul-eating skeleton.

While thinking, the small sword swung by Ye Zhou was approaching the Soul-Eating Skeleton, and the Soul-Eating Skeleton spit out another stream of black smoke. The small sword that had no time to dodge was sprayed out. The small sword was like a headless fly in the black smoke. It's spinning around like a trick.

Ye Zhou felt bad and hurriedly wanted to recall Xiaojian, but found that the connection between him and Xiaojian was blocked. The next moment, Xiaojian fell from the air to the ground without any spirituality, and turned into a pile of waste. iron.

Ye Zhou frowned and said to himself: "What a strange Soul Devouring Skeleton. The black smoke it spewed out can actually wear away the spirituality of the magic weapon! It seems that I can't use the magic weapon to attack anymore!"

While Ye Zhou was thinking, Wu Feng on the other side had quickly dealt with the evil spirits surrounding him and sneaked to Zhang Tian's side. Just as he was about to attack Zhang Tian, ​​he saw Zhang Tian turned around with a grim smile: "I've been waiting for you for a long time! Die!"

After that, Zhang Tian threw a fist-sized Soul Devouring Skeleton that was slightly smaller than the one at Wu Feng!

No one thought that Zhang Tian actually had two Soul Devouring Skeletons!

Wu Feng paused his knife-wielding hand, stepped on his right foot, and retreated quickly. The Soul Devouring Skeleton's big mouth opened and closed, chasing Wu Feng closely.

Wu Feng did not dare to fight with his sword, and his body quickly retreated. He had seen the fate of Ye Zhou's sword just now. He was a casual cultivator, and he was not as wealthy as Ye Zhou, a sect disciple. The only magic weapon he had was this big sword. If it was destroyed, it would be difficult to get such a handy magic weapon in the future.

Seeing Wu Feng, who had just shouted to kill him, being chased by his own soul-devouring skeleton, Zhang Tian felt relieved and turned his attention to Ye Zhou.

Ye Zhou took out a few more talismans from his storage bag with a calm face, and the fireballs he turned into hit the soul-devouring skeleton that was rushing towards him.

Zhang Tian did not care and said sarcastically: "How can a mere talisman hurt my magic weapon!"

Ye Zhou snorted coldly: "Your soul-devouring skeleton is indeed difficult to deal with, but I see that every time he spits out poison, there will be a few more cracks on his forehead. I want to see how many more you can spew out!"