Escaped and chased, running hundreds of miles in the blink of an eye, Niu Yi saw that Wei Shiqi was not in a hurry and always had spare energy, so he became more and more aware of the other party's intentions, and there was no good way to deal with it. While he was galloping, he suddenly saw him pull the reins, and the Yin horse neighed, raised its front hooves high, and almost fell to the sky. Niu Yi was overjoyed, and he exerted force under his feet, leaping into the air like a big bird.
The gathering Yin Qi tightly wrapped around the man and the horse. Wei Shiqi turned the horse's head abruptly and turned it aside, making way for a dark-skinned ghost Taoist with tattered robes and a half-face. The carrion, half white bones, with green flames in its eye sockets, stared straight at Niu Yi who rushed forward, not noticing anything strange about the man lying on the horse's back.
The ghost Taoist flicked his sleeves and offered up a pale Nine-yin White Bone Tower. Niu Yi was shocked. He jerked his body and fell with a crash. He knelt on one knee, raised the cane stick and urged him. Move your soul eyes all over your body and struggle to pick it up at the bottom of the tower. An unstoppable force pressed down on his head, and the rattan stick was broken. Niu Yi rolled on the ground and spilled all the thunder and fire talismans. The thunder was deafening, and lightning and sky fire fell from the sky. They all hit the Bone Tower, and the tower was crystal clear. Jade was unscathed.
Niu Yi turned over and jumped up, gasping for air. Nine floors and eight sides, a tower of bones, with skeletons as bells, weighing more than the mountains. It was clearly the method of Kunwu's lineage in Xianyue Sanxingdong. That ghost Where did the Taoist... come from? His back was shabby, and he felt vaguely that he was in big trouble.
The ghost Taoist stretched out his hand and the Bone Tower flew into the air again. Niu Yi saw that the other party was silent and unwilling to give up. Unconsciously, anger arose in his heart. His teeth hit the ground and rolled, revealing his original shape, but it was a huge green bull, looking up to the sky and roaring, the soul eyes on its back were wide open, shooting out a golden light, a three-legged golden crow fluttered its wings and flew away, sweeping away the Yin Qi within a hundred miles. And empty.
The White Bone Tower was held up by the golden light, swayed, and continued to press down. The three-legged Golden Crow stared at a pair of red eyes, and its size increased dramatically. It stretched out its third sharp claw and grabbed the top of the tower fiercely. , in an instant, the Bone Tower seemed to be poured with oil, flames shot into the sky, and the three-legged Golden Crow screamed, flapped its wings, and pulled the heavy Bone Tower up.
Niu Yi's nostrils flared, spitting out hot white air, raised his four hooves, lowered his two curved horns and hit the ghost Taoist straight and straight. The ghost Taoist sneered, stretched out his palm and pushed it out. A ring popped out from his middle finger, like a shooting star. He tightly wrapped the green ox's horns and dragged it backwards. Niu Yi lost his footing and fell down. He roared again and again, with bristles surging all over his body, and a ray of flame burned from the tail to the horns. It penetrated into the ring and turned several times. With a "click", it collapsed into pieces
The magic weapons of the ghost Taoist appeared in endlessly, and Niu Yi didn't wait. After regaining his composure, he took out a seven-feathered underworld fire fan from his sleeve, held it in his hand, and fanned him seven times. The pale underworld fire came fiercely, overwhelming the sky and covering the ground, trapping Qingniu. Niu Yi had no choice but to use Using the magical power of the Golden Crow's true body, he desperately extracted the power of his soul, opened his mouth, and breathed out flames to resist the Hell Fire.
The Ghost Taoist concentrated on fighting Niu Yi and had no time to distract himself from manipulating the Nine Yin White Bone Tower.The golden crow lowered its head and pecked at the top of the tower. Suddenly, its sharp beak was empty, and half of its head sank deeply into the white bones, pecking out a hole. Ghost Taoist felt something. He looked up and saw the green flames in his eyes rising and shrinking. He pursed his lips and mumbled the word "ji". The bone tower dispersed with a "crash" and condensed into a tall skeleton. There was a string of skeletons hanging on it, and the three-legged golden crow was tightly grasped by five fingers, letting the flames burn it, and the hold became tighter and tighter.
Niu Yi took the opportunity to break through the underworld fire. With a flick of his head, two curved horns flew out. One passed through the seven-feathered underworld fire fan, flew back in a circle, and the other nailed it hard. The ghost Taoist's chest was blocked by the Taoist robe. The force of this blow was so powerful that the Ghost Taoist arched his back, flew backwards involuntarily, and threw his hands, feet and head forward, unable to resist at all.
The three-legged Golden Crow was in danger. Niu Yi did not care about the pain and killed him. He turned around and pounced on the skeleton transformed from the Jiuyin White Bone Tower. However, he was already half a beat too late. The skeleton grabbed the two legs of the Golden Crow. , with all his strength, he tore it into two halves. The flames all over the three-legged golden crow were extinguished, turning into black smoke and slowly dissipating.
Niu Yi bumped into the skeleton's back, breaking its spine. The skeleton fell to the ground, raised his big fist high, and smashed it at the green bull. Niu Yi was dizzy. His front legs gave way and he fell to his knees. He used the remaining strength to turn his head and pierced the skull's eye socket with his horn, holding on tightly.
The Taoist robe worn by the ghost cultivator looks tattered, but it is actually a protective treasure. Without this treasure, the horn thrown by Niu Yi will definitely pass through the body, and the ghost cultivator has no substance or form. There was no harm, but it was not life-threatening, but with the Taoist robe on his body, he could withstand the huge force of the corner. The Ghost Taoist's soul was shaken, his limbs were stiff, and he could not use any strong means, so he could only look at Niu Yi. He crashed into the skeleton, fought for his life, couldn't get away, and secretly rejoiced in his heart.
While he was in the air, before he hit the ground, a black blade flashed past, piercing the back of his neck, penetrating through his torso, and piercing out between his legs. The Ghost Taoist felt neither pain nor anger. He felt at a loss and felt relieved. His body continued to fly back, his vision was blurry, and he could vaguely see a strange man standing next to the one-horned horse. He once thought it was Xia Shangzhou, the guard stationed in the ghost cave, but it was not him.
The one-horned Yin horse rides in the wind, entwined with Yin energy, wrapping the man and horse tightly, covering up the Yang energy. The man deliberately lay on the horse's back, not showing his face, with the Dang Kou Jin Ge lying across the front of the saddle, making him The ghost Taoist misunderstood that he was Xia, Shang and Zhou. He was chased and fled in a hurry. It turns out...it turns out that this is a well-designed game!
Cold, he felt cold. This was the first time in thousands of years that he felt cold.
The Ghost Taoist fell heavily to the ground. The Dragon-Slaying True Yin Knife desperately extracted the rich and essence of Yin Qi. Wei Shiqi pulled out the knife in time, and the blade buzzed, as if he was dissatisfied. Wei Shiqi reached out and inserted his hand into the Taoist robe, and dug out a ball of Yin Qi the size of a goose egg. It was thick and thick, as if it were substance. A trace of the ghost Taoist's soul was hidden deep inside.
When the Dragon Slaying True Yin Sword entered his body, he knew that his soul had nowhere to escape, so he fed the tiger with the Yin Qi he had cultivated all his life, trying to survive in death, but he still failed to escape the bad luck.
Wei Shiqi crushed the Yin Qi, black smoke curled up between his fingers, and transformed into the appearance of a Taoist priest, with three clear beards, clear eyebrows, and an expressionless face. He may be an ascended monk from the lower realm, or he may be a descendant of an ascended monk, but he fell into the hands of Wei Shiqi, his fate is destined, and there is nothing to say.
Wei Shiqi raised his right arm, shot the soul eye under his arm, captured Tu Yi's soul, and then filled it with the soul of the ghost Taoist. The five soul eyes were silent for several breaths, clearing and destroying Zhang Xi. The power of the soul in the body was connected together. The power was like a lake blocked by a high dam, rising steadily. Wei Shiqi held his breath, his eyes flickered, and he looked at the roaring General Niu Yi.
He was already hoarse.