Spirit Hunters of Maoshan Sect

The so-called judgment pen is not a pen used by Cui Fujun, nor a strange weapon in a martial arts novel, but a variant of the cinnabar pen. It is a large brush that can be used for drawing characters and has a special long-term use. It can also be made into a manipulator, which is much more ambiguous than a normal instrument.

However, Ye Shaoyang also heard that the use of judgment pens requires concentration and persistence. Basically, any spells are cast on this pen. This has a long period of time, and the effect of the practice will be greatly reduced. Therefore, no one in the contemporary world uses this. Toys, Masters and the like will not be recommended.

However, it is said that if it can be adhered to the end, after the Tianshi tablet, it will be terrible for a judge to enter the gods.

Ye Shaoyang also listened to Qingyunzi. In ancient times, there were several masters' personal instruments that were judged by the judges... Is this guy in front of him a master who came from ancient times? I am now in the state of the gods. How did he see himself?

The Taoist raised his hand, and the judge's pen swept a little against Ye Shaoyang. A soft breath rushed to the surface. Ye Shao** couldn't stand this station. He was driven by the force like this spring breeze, and the direction was positive. It is the location of your own body.

Who is he, why should he save himself?

Ye Shaoyang’s heart was puzzled to the extreme, but he was more concerned about the safety of the cold jade, so he did not hesitate to use the last remaining remnant of the power of the gods. With the help of this Taoist judge, he quickly approached the distance. Fly away...

Lyon did not stop this scene. The scene of the Taoist shot just made him realize that the other party has terrible strength, even more terrible than Ye Shaoyang. He looked at it carefully and saw that he was not the last Taoist who helped Ye Shaoyang deal with Prince Charles. .

"Oriental Taoist?" Lyon stared at the completely strange Taoist, and saw him vacating in the air, his brows could not help but wrinkle. "You are a ghost?"

The Taoist priest did not seem to hear it, but stood still and did not move.

Lyon opened his arms, and all the blood bats that fell on him immediately melted into a mist of blood. He was shackled in his hands and forced out. The blood fog turned against the wind, with a very powerful momentum, toward the Taoist priests. Come over.

Although he did not use all his strength, Lyon did not leave any room for this attack. He is confident that even Ye Shaoyang, it is not easy to use this attack.

The mouth of the Taoist beard gently slammed, and floated a scornful smile. One leg stepped back and took a step, waved the judgement pen, drew it in the air, stroked the pen, and immediately brought out a purple gas in the air, brushing a few Next, wrote a "mountain" word, such as the same string of beating flames, hit the blood against the past, two or two collided, bursting with a very terrible fluctuation.

All the buildings in the building felt this shock, including Prince Charles, all the evils flew out of the building with the fastest speed. After the target, they surrounded the group.

The Taoist priest looked around, and when he was calm, his brows were wrinkled. He said to himself: "I am in the land of China, when there are so many strange evils..."

This is the first time he spoke, his voice was low, and there was an ancient vicissitudes.

Lyon was hung in the air and looked at the Taoist who was surrounded by the group. He said coldly: "Even if you are the Tsing Yi people of that day, I can't think of it. How can you escape from here?"

He lifted the left hand that had become blood red, and the movement waved gracefully in front of him. He continued to fly out of the blood, gathering on the top of the Taoist priest, circling and falling, forming a strange shape that could not be described.

The blood of Pluto, the strongest blood curse of the vampire.

Under the blood curse, no creature can escape.

The Taoist priest saw this scene, and his hand was holding a beard. It seemed to be a little curious. After studying for a long time, I really didn't know what kind of spell or sorcerer it was. It didn't matter. I waved the judgement pen, drew a circle, and made a touch in the middle. A picture of the Taiji Pisces, the judge's pen gently swept, the Pisces figure rotated, and then turned away, as if it was a layer of water mist, constantly flowing around, covering the whole body.

When Prince Charles saw Lyon, he immediately sipped, and all the evils swarmed up, and each waved and smashed the enchantment of the shape of the "water mist" in front of the Taoist.

The Taoist priests did not move, holding the judge's pen, constantly painting on the wall of the seal, reinforcing the enchantment, letting these evils attack, the enchantment is the most swaying, then look at the priest, and take the judgement pen. Being calm and relaxed, as if a person is writing calligraphy intently...

Prince Charles was stunned and sullen, his hands pressed against his chest, his mouth chanting a spell, and the wide cloak continued to use blood underneath, blending with the blood curse set by Lyon, a vortex of blood formed. It is five or six meters high, and the Taoist priest is hidden in the middle, but Prince Lyon and Prince Charles can clearly feel the existence of the enchantment, which is indestructible.

The prince of Lyon is so cold that he suddenly squats up and hangs on the top of the vortex. His body is also a blood donation, which is constantly condensed into a blood-sized head of blood, and it is swayed by the force of the scorpion, strengthening the power of the blood curse.

When more than a dozen blood beads fell, even all the people around them noticed the horror of the breath, and they retreated, fearing that they were accidentally injured.

"what!"

Prince Lyon screamed, all the blood beads in the middle of the vortex burst, a loud noise, blood waves vacated, the strongest impact.

Slamming. Both Prince Lyon and Prince Charles heard the broken sound of the enchantment, and they were very satisfied with each other.

Only the two of them know how powerful the two people are together. Since the enchantment is broken, the unidentified Eastern Taoist inside, no matter if it is a ghost or a ghost, cannot have a chance to survive.

The blood wave slowly faded. All the vampires, werewolves and other evils around them are very quiet, quietly looking at the middle, Prince Lyon and Prince Charles are waiting for the soul of the priest or the fine flying out, but when the blood waves are exhausted, everyone The faces have changed, and the evil elements on the periphery are opposite each other. I don't know how this happens.

Prince Charles’s mouth slowly opened, and finally a low roar: “Impossible!”

In the middle of the **** whirlpool, nothing...

Prince Lyon was also shocked and sighed. "He did go."

At the last blow, all his perceptions were on the blood curse. To say that the Pharaoh blood curse, to join the real strong, may have the possibility of getting out of trouble, but... he obviously did not feel this kind of thing. The birth of the Prince, did not feel Prince Charles, so the roar will come out.

(End of this chapter)