Spirit Hunters of Maoshan Sect

The celestial charms are all bursting open, and countless auras are flying, and Ling Yuxuan will be encircled, and the magical characters played by Ling Yuxuan will be crushed and hit on him.

Ling Yuxuan's body swayed, squirming on one knee and spurting a blood.

Ye Shaoyang also felt a dizzy, breathed a few breaths, and then slowed down.

"Through the dozens of magical symbols, I am afraid that it is comparable to the most remarkable priests in ancient times." Yang Gong whispered, and looked at the wind, "Is it better than you were?"

"He learned to innate the gossip and the big Sunday to vent the heart, and this achievement, passing." Daofeng smiled. "This child is excited, everything else is good."

"I think this is his advantage."

Looking at Ling Yuxuan got up, Ye Shaoyang shook his head faintly, and the contempt in his eyes was undoubted.

Ling Yuxuan clenched his teeth, tightened his clothes, collected the instruments, cut his fingers, used his blood to draw a spell, silently recited a spell, and both hands hit it. The magical moment burst into tears and turned into a square print, hanging up.

There are several plaques under the big print. Ye Shaoyang saw it. It turned out that the Thunder was printed by the two, and the two steps were followed, but he shook his head.

The body, the pinch, the charm, have all fought, and now they are fighting the law.

Thunder is the secret of Kunlun, I have never heard of it, I have never seen it. Ye Shaoyang did not dare to neglect, immediately use the gold powder to draw a character, the volley is shaken, and it is also turned into a big print, below the upper circle, with a red seal on the top.

A few gleaming words at the bottom: Lingbao Archmage.

Ye Shaoyang's hands were printed, and the Great Seal Festival was set up, and it was hit by the Thunder.

Thunder sprinted and swayed, releasing eight gods of thunder, madly coming, huge momentum, wrapped the Lingbao Archmage in the middle, a slam.

Ye Shaoyang closed his eyes, his hands kept printing, his forehead sweated slightly, and the Lingbao Archmage printed a little aura, against the eight gods.

"Hey!" The pony saw the scene and shouted: "What artifact is this, it looks good!"

Suddenly thought of something, pulled Lao Guo, and asked: "Lian Lei can summon, catch up with the high-profile people in the fantasy film, if it is used to fight ordinary people, isn't it still more powerful than grenade?"

"Only an idiot will think so." Lao Guobai gave him a look. "India, in fact, is summoned with the gods and the spirits. It hurts the ghosts and corpses, but it does not hurt people. A mage casually Can you sacrifice a big seal, if you can be a weapon, what special forces do you want?"

Xiaomadao: "Isn't it hurting people? Then they called and called?"

"Between the Masters, using God to fight the law, Da Yin can hurt the mind, but it is harmless to the flesh."

Lao Guo was too lazy to explain to him in detail. He walked to the tree where the wind was located, and he did not go up well. He called the wind to speak.

"You still stay away from me, but you will be affected in the future." The road faintly said, no longer pay attention.

Lao Guo was helpless and had to return to his side.

Over there, Lingbao Archmage has become more and more powerful, spreading and spreading, and the eight sacred thunders that are summoned by the Thunder are in constant collision. Every time they collide, Ye Shaoyang and Ling Yuxuan’s faces will show painful expressions. .

But both of them looked at each other with a decisive look, and no one wanted to give up.

The speed of the impact is getting faster and faster, and the amplitude is getting bigger and bigger.

"I said Guo Lao, isn't there a seal on the small leaves? Why don't you use it?"

"Others use virtual prints, do you use real prints?"

"What do you mean?" The pony is completely puzzled. "What is virtual printing, what is it?"

Lao Guo didn't want to care about him, but he couldn't stand the entanglement and had to explain:

"The illusion is formed by the aura of the charm, and it is controlled by the gods. The imprint is a kind of implement, a completely different concept."

"Which one is more powerful?"

"See where it is used," Lao Guochong picked his eyebrows. "Do you like tall, mature women, or petite little girls?"

"Like all!" The pony did not think about it, and then scratched his head. "Your metaphor reveals the true nature of your old driver!"

"puff!"

Ling Yuxuan spurted a blood, and he fell. Although Ye Shaoyang’s face is not good, he is stronger than him.

Everyone was amazed. Ling Yuxuan was injured in several rounds of fighting, and his mana was even worse than Ye Shaoyang. Fighting until now, it is a bit untenable.

Liu Ruxu was placed on the tree, and the five connotations were sealed by the wind. They could only watch and listen. At this time, Ling Yuxuan was about to be defeated, tears in his eyes, and disappointment and unwillingness.

Ling Yuxuan in her heart should have been invincible to the younger generation of Daomen. Even those masters may not be able to fight. They were full of confidence in defeating Ye Shaoyang. They did not expect that they were not opponents. They had a complex feeling in their hearts and could not speak.

I thought of the rhetoric that I had bragging about Ling Yuxuan before, and I had a burning pain on my face.

"I really don't know, this Ling Yuxuan is not easy, almost close to the strength of the immortal." Longyang real person sitting next to Zhang Wusheng, said.

Zhang Wusheng is still printing, although he can distract, but it is not convenient to go back and watch, ask: "Ye Shaoyang?"

"Unfathomable, not only the strength of the immortal!"

Zhang Wusheng nodded secretly.

Just when everyone thought that the battle was over, Ling Yuxuan suddenly smiled and bit his tongue. He didn't know what the spell was, and a golden light flashed through the sky.

Ye Shaoyang suddenly felt that the pressure on the Archmage of Lingbao suddenly increased, and when he looked up, he suddenly became shocked: a virtual shadow that was exactly the same as Ling Yuxuan, clenched the Thunder and the seal, and aimed at the Lingguang Archer’s aura, and forced it down. .

The audience was panicked.

"Yuan Shen is out!" Longyang real people screamed, "No, this is not a god, the **** is stronger, and it is impossible to have the ability to control the big seal. The soul is even more impossible. This is..."

"Three corpses are separated!" Zhang Wusheng said.

Suddenly, I was trembled. "How is it possible? Ling Yuxuan is just a Tianshi tablet. How can you smash three corpses!"

Zhang Wusheng shook his head and said that he did not know.

The face of the Huang Yidao is also a look of confusion and shock.

"Three corpses..." Yang Gong’s tone was also surprised. "Is this kid so big?"

Lao Guo and others, can't speak without a word.

The pony is still entangled in the inquiry, and Lao Guo has not heard a word.

The three corpses are the ultimate means of cultivation of Taoism. The legendary Sanqing is the corpse of three corpses, and the Laozi Huahu is a corpse and turned into a Buddha.

The so-called three corpses, the folks have a variety of arguments, there are three corpses that are considered to be three corpses, representing the three obsessives of the people, only the singularity, the spirit of magic, can be feathered.

Three corpses, representing greed, jealousy, and idiots, attached to the soul, want to be stripped out, only to take the three souls together, separate the flesh, no sorrow and no joy, no good and no evil, no body and no thoughts, the gods can be feathered . But once the three souls are separated, people will die.