The sand waterfall ———— the earth.
Earth spleen temple!
Ning Zhuo's mind was divided into two, on the one hand, he focused on the battlefield, and on the other hand, he devoted himself to his own internal temple.
Controlled by the Earth Walking God Statue, it greatly saved Ning Zhuo's time to practice spells, and the display was subtle control, extremely skillful, like instinct.
Ning Zhuo stared at the sky, and immediately countless yellow sands gushed out of thin air.
The Huangsha Waterfall rushed straight down, huge and magnificent, paved along the large surface of the city wall, directly submerging a large number of dry bones and dead soldiers.
The yellow sand formed a swirling quicksand on the ground in the corner, devouring two skeleton bridges in a row, and then it stopped abruptly, and was cracked by the enemy general's ghost technique and dissipated.
At least three ghosts will perform it together, and the ghost technique will rise continuously, turning into a big hand and breaking through the air to grab Ning Zhuo.
Ning Zhuo did not dodge, stopped in place, and suddenly stretched out his right hand, pointing like a sword.
Jin Xing———— Geng Jin storm.
Blessing of the Golden Lung Temple!
A large burst of Gengjin energy was sprayed from the tip of his sword finger. The golden energy was sharp and rushed into the ghost's hand, immediately curbing the latter's momentum.
The three Jindan level ghosts shouted in unison, increasing their mana infusion.
The ghost hand was constantly worn away by the golden energy, and it was also continuously nourished by mana, always maintaining a giant size, still grabbing Ning Zhuo, but the speed plummeted.
Ning Zhuo sneered, and the statue in the Lung Temple became extremely vivid, manipulating this spell to undergo a subtle transformation.
At the next moment, the aura of Gengjin turned into a whirlwind, circulating rapidly, surrounding the ghost hand.
The ghost hand was completely trapped and unable to move, and after a few breaths, it was exterminated by the Gengjin whirlwind.
The three Jindan ghosts each snorted, and the backlash of the defeated spell was shared together, and they only suffered minor injuries.
Even so, even if the three Jindan levels made a joint move, they would not be able to compete with one of the other party's foundation building cultivators, which was already a huge failure!
Ning Zhuo was so unforgiving that he turned the Gengjin whirlwind down, rolling a human bridge that was about to reach the top of the city wall in the center.
Sneering......
The scalp-tingling cutting sound sounded densely. The hard bones were like rotten wood in front of the golden blade storm, instantly cut, decomposed, and crushed into a vast expanse of bone powder!
The storm swept over, and the bone bridge and hundreds of bones and soldiers on it were completely cut off, leaving only a mess of bone residue on the ground!
Seeing that Ning Zhuo was strong, the flying spear ghost general immediately grabbed a magic weapon-level spear, aimed at Ning Zhuo, and threw it directly.
Ning Zhuo's mechanism ring shrank suddenly, but there was no need for it to remind him, Ning Zhuo had already noticed this blow.
Water Line - Vortex Shield Return!
Water Kidney Temple Blessing.
The blue flowing water was created out of thin air, and instantly surrounded Ning Zhuo's body, turning into a huge water shield.
The flying spear shot into the water shield, immediately stimulating the water shield to form a fierce vortex.
The water vortex absorbed the flying gun into the trend, constantly deflecting direction. The flying gun circled in a small circle in the water shield and shot diagonally in the other direction.
Rumble!
The flying gun directly hit the root of another skeleton bridge, showing powerful power and directly collapsing the bridge.
The flying spear ghost general was extremely angry, he didn't expect Ning Zhuo to do his trick, but used his attack to destroy the tower bridge of the Yin soldiers. Fortunately, these skeleton soldiers did not have much mind, otherwise their morale would definitely plummet.
Ning Zhuo successfully counterattacked, keeping the water shield unchanged, and immediately activated another method.
The trees are ———— entangled with vines.
Wooden Liver Temple!
Ning Zhuo was single-minded and multi-purpose, and on the premise of maintaining other spells, he had to use auxiliary actions to cast spells.
He pinched his fingers with his left hand, and completed all the movements in just two breaths, then flipped his palm, palm down, and pressed a false touch under the city wall.
The earth trembled with a thud, and countless extremely thick, dark green vines broke through the hard soil and rushed out like a living python! These vines ignored the skeletal soldiers' slashes, instantly wrapped around their leg bones, torsos, and arms, and then strangled them fiercely!
Wherever the vines passed, the bone army formation collapsed in pieces, and the broken bones that had not yet been scattered on the ground were exposed by the soul fire, and they were also exterminated by the vines.
This time, almost all the bones and soldiers near the city wall were exterminated.
Even the skeleton bridge is gone.
This section of the city wall turned the crisis into safety thanks to Ning Zhuo's alone. The teenager's amazing performance attracted countless lights.
Then in the next moment, the amazement in these eyes turned into shock.
Fire Line - Nine Heavens Fire Dragon Technique!
Blessing of the Fire Heart Temple!
Ning Zhuo turned to fire again, showing off his good group attack methods.
The three fire dragons roared with their heads held high, flying all the way out of the city wall, with awe-inspiring power, they rushed directly out of nearly a thousand steps, directly burning a large number of bones and soldiers who had not yet approached this section of the city wall!
Five or six Jindan-level ghost generals took action one after another, some used ghost techniques to target the fire dragon, and some used the art of war to bless the dead bones.
Ning Zhuo controlled the fire dragon very subtly, avoiding many ghost techniques and killing as much as possible.
The ghost generals engaged in it for a long time before they exterminated the three fire dragons, each of them looking quite ugly, panting, and very embarrassed.
In the barracks inside the city wall, Qing Chi turned his head to look in Ning Zhuo's direction.
She and Qing Jiaojun acted as a reserve force, and it was not time to play, so they could only be on standby.
What she saw was the fire dragon soaring and taking off in mid-air, and she heard the dragon's roar again and again, as well as the thunder and roar caused by the fire dragon's final self-detonation: "Which strong man is killing the enemy?"
She could feel the power of the fire dragon, and her spirit was lifted.
Obviously, this kind of offensive was not the style of the Yin army, it should be the attack of the monks on their own side.
Ning Zhuo cast another round of the Five Elements Spell, so that there was no one dead in front of his city wall, and a large open space was emptied.
Many of the monks around him opened their mouths slightly, and there was no chance for them to make a move.
Ning Zhuo was about to perform the third round when he heard the sound of drums.
This is the military order initiated by Tie Guzheng to initiate the rotation!
Ning Zhuo was very simple, turned around and left.
After the battle between the two countries, his war literacy was greatly improved.
Just as he had just stepped down the wall, the ink river suddenly rolled in the White Paper Immortal City, exploding hundreds of wave pillars, and at least six ink rivers rose into the air, turning into six ink river pythons.
Rumble......
Giant anaconda destroyed all around, and countless buildings were crushed, collapsed, and destroyed by them in an instant.
Ning Zhuo's pupils shrank suddenly: "This is Zheng Shoumo's backhand? Or are there other traitors who are secretly causing trouble?"
He still didn't make a move, but entered the barracks according to his previous training and took an emergency rest.
There was turmoil in the city, which was actually expected by the high-ranking officials of the White Paper Immortal City.
After all, Zheng Shoumo was not captured alive, he escaped, and the clue to the next step was cut off.
In fact, it would be strange if the mole was the only one him. The dignified Lord Wangchuan would not do such a thing.
Hell.
Lord Wangchuan on the altar suddenly felt a burst of relief.
The pressure on him to recite the sacrificial text dropped sharply, and the altar also bloomed with blood.
Lord Wangchuan suddenly thought in his heart: "This is a large number of blood sacrifices! It seems that Yang Jian's attack on the White Paper Immortal City has begun to bear fruit."
At this moment, a sad voice suddenly came out.
At first, it was a soft chant, then lingered left and right, and after a few breaths, it became the main theme on the altar, and the yin wind on the mat slowed down.
The five primordial infant monks guarding outside the yin wind roared one after another, and tens of thousands of forbidden troops linked up to urge a large formation.
But the formation was idling and could not hurt the murderer in the slightest.
Lord Wangchuan sighed faintly: "This is empty sadness, it is not something you can stop. Brother Bone, the person you want to kill is me, why bother to embarrass others, come and fight me."
Saying that, Lord Wangchuan took the initiative to mobilize the formation and opened a hole in the Yin Wind Group.
The sorrowful sound gathered into a bundle, got into his mouth, and came to the front of Lord Wangchuan, turning into a bone monk.
It is the sad lady.
Her body is shrouded in gray and white mist, and her bones are carved like white jade, slender and ethereal. The color of the white bones is warm and halo, like glass and chalcedony. Twelve pairs of ribs are like bracted bone lotuses, protecting the blue soul fire of the chest cavity. The spine extended into a slender bone tail, and the seven jade cones lightly touched the void.
Her whole body is covered with a layer of sorrowful and sighing bone ——— thousands of thin hair sighing bone lines, interwoven into the clothes with an exquisite hollow structure, as thin as cicada wings that fit close to her figure, outlining a shocking silhouette.
Her head is beautiful, and there are blue tear stains on her cheekbones to her lower jaw. The soul fire in the eye sockets was ice blue, revealing deep sadness.
She stared at Lord Wangchuan: "Ah Chuan, I turned into a female cultivator for you, just to stay with you and fly together. To this day, you still refuse to change your mind?"
Lord Wangchuan sighed helplessly and deeply: "Brother Bone, you and I were sworn brothers, why is it like this?"
Sad Bone Lady: "If you knew my intentions, approaching me was just using my courage and talent. When it was time for you to fulfill the conditions, you prevaricated me with an alliance."
"I am not your brother, I should be your wife!"
Lord Wangchuan looked up at the sky: "I have only one wife in my heart."
The sad lady smiled coldly: "I naturally know. Therefore, I designed before to trick your wife into getting out of the white tail swing, so that she can really see your sincerity and your character."
"It's you!" Lord Wangchuan suddenly changed color, became furious, and angrily pointed at the sad bones.
The sad lady looked up to the sky and laughed: "Hehehe, hahaha. I can't get my sweetheart, and you can't get it either! Ah Chuan, I want you to understand my deep grief."
Lord Wangchuan pointed angrily, and in an instant condensed a water spear, penetrating the void and shooting directly in front of the sad bone lady.
The water spear was muddy, full of heavy moisture, and was enveloped in a huge yin wind.
The sad bone lady did not dodge or dodge, but raised her slender right hand.
Ding ———!
The water spear collided with the palm of her right hand, making a sound of gold and jade.
The space in front of the bone palm was folded, and the phantoms of tens of millions of white bones were as slender as lines, intertwined into a dense web, constantly annihilating and reborn, offsetting the soul-eroding power, the weight of ten thousand pounds, and the rhyme of the decay of the Dao contained in the water spear.
The water spear ran out of strength and dispersed, but the phantom bone line was still layered, and burst out with bursts of sad sounds.
The lord's eyes were slightly condensed, and he said in his heart: "A thousand sorrows and sighs."
He used to have a close relationship with the sad bones, so he naturally knew many details of the other party.
He changed his fingers and shouted softly: "I have no intention of crossing."
As soon as the cold words fell, the water of the mysterious underworld gushed out, merging the yin mana, turning into a large black tide, and spreading silently.
The Lady of the Bone Sorrow couldn't retreat at all, surrounded by the Kuroshio.
Her various emotions quickly disappeared under the influence of Kuroshio, and the rest were forgotten, the key was that sadness was very important to her, and it was an important part of her combat power.
"Achuan, you really know me." The sad lady smiled sadly.
Lord Wangchuan's expression remained unchanged, and he silently mobilized more black tides to encircle and suppress the sad bone lady.
After these black tides approached, they were immediately completely blocked by the sad bone lady's sad and sighing bones, but there was no effect.
But Lord Wangchuan did not give up, he knew that through this spell, he would not suffer a loss by wasting thousands of sorrows and sighs.
Heartbroken whistle!
The sad bone lady naturally knew the current battle situation, she took out a bone flute and placed it in front of the bone lip.
Woohoo......
The sound of the flute suddenly rose, not tactful and melodious, like a lonely chick losing its mother, a resentful woman crying blood, and a country crying out in sorrow!
Spell - Sorrowful Song Countercurrent!
For a while, the sad bone lady was sad, and her combat power soared wildly, even more than before the war started.
Under the sound of the flute, Kuroshio reversed the tide, but was used by the sad lady and rushed towards the Lord of Wangchuan.
Lord Wangchuan's face changed slightly, his robe was bulging, and the mana in his body was rapidly depleted, trying to regain control of the reverse black tide.
Just as he was about to do it, the little thumb raised by the sad bone lady suddenly broke away and shot at Lord Wangchuan.
Ghost art - tragic bones!
The speed of the phalanges was so fast that it seemed to ignore the space and was directly imprinted on the chest of Lord Wangchuan.
Pfft!
With a soft sound, the bone fingers penetrated the robe, body, and soul of the Lord of Wangchuan, and shot out from behind him.
The Lord of Wangchuan was stunned on the spot, and his breath of life collapsed like a snow-capped mountain.
"Agawa!" The sad bone lady who succeeded in the attack changed her expression drastically, fearing that she would really kill Lord Wangchuan by mistake, and she couldn't help but panic.
Lord Wangchuan suddenly pressed his palm forward and shouted coldly.
In an instant, he shot countless sharp needles.
Ten thousand ghosts soul-devouring needle!
Every needle carries a biting cold and soul-eating resentment and hostility.
Like a swarm of bees, it directly covered the sad bone lady and attacked it.
The sad bones' face was terrified, because she found that she was most proud of her protective method——— and was severely restrained by these thin needles like cow hair. The recovery ability of the bone armor was also curbed to almost nothing.
Ten thousand bones scream and escape!
Seeing that the opportunity was not good, the sad bone lady exploded all the way, directly drilled through the altar whirlwind, and fled in embarrassment.
Before leaving, she also left harsh words: "Achuan, you are very good. I actually used my concern for you to create a fighter plane caused by my panic."
"Huh."
"I will keep the wounds you caused me and carefully brew the tragedy."
"Wait until next time, I will let you know how powerful it is!"
Lord Wangchuan stood on the edge of the altar, coughing violently and vomiting blood.
But his posture was still upright.
He wiped away the remaining blood from the corners of his lips and cast his cold and majestic eyes in the other direction.
There, a mute monk in a yellow robe was stepping in the air.
It was the silent ghost monk!
As soon as the sad bone lady retired, the silent ghost monk appeared...... Obviously, they have reached some kind of agreement to fight together in private.
"I'm afraid there are other people hiding behind." Lord Wangchuan felt great pressure.
But at this moment, the altar's brilliance suddenly brightened and became stronger.
"Oh?"
"It seems that there has been a breakthrough on the battlefield in the human world!"
Yang Jian.
White paper fairy city.
In the huge roar, the south city gate was directly pushed open, and the empty door was exposed! The person who pushed the door in was obviously a mourner.