Chapter 229

As soon as the blood dripped, it was absorbed by those patterns in an instant. Then, at the top of the tower, a little red light gradually diffused, and there was a faint roar of animals.

Yang Xuan was shocked and didn't talk much. He pointed out his fingers out of thin air. His spiritual power surged out and shot at the Taoist priest's face door.

At the same time, behind the black fog, the red wooden sword stabbed the old Taoist in the head with terrible power.

"Jie Jie, insect carving skill!"

The old Taoist smiled grimly. A white bone finger claw suddenly appeared behind the black fog and grabbed the wooden sword. He didn't even look at the light in front.

Yang Xuan frowned and moved his mind. His spiritual power suddenly increased. At the same time, the wooden sword suddenly turned under his control and avoided the white bone finger claw.

Zhang Zhengli glanced at Yang Xuan with a strange look on his face. He immediately closed his mind and continued to control the exquisite Pagoda in his hand.

On the crystal like tower, the red light gradually diffused, but it only reached the first floor, and then automatically stopped. The red light hovered and bred there, gradually became dazzling, and a majestic spiritual pressure dispersed from it.

At this time, the Taoist priest also felt the pressure from the small tower, and his face was afraid. He immediately snorted coldly, ignored Yang Xuan's entanglement, and rushed straight towards the small tower.

"If you want to stop Zhang Daoyou, pass me first!"

Yang Xuan pointed out that the red wooden sword stabbed the old Taoist again. At the same time, several spiritual powers also came to the old Taoist and hit him in the face.

At this time, the Taoist priest's face was a strange tumbling, and all those spiritual powers entered it without setting off half a wave.

"How possible!"

Yang Xuan's complexion changed and played several spiritual powers again, but without exception, all of them were strangely absorbed.

The face seemed to be condensed by black fog, not an entity and unpredictable.

The red wooden sword pierced through the black fog again, leaving a gap half the size of a palm in the center of the Taoist's eyebrows, but there was no blood, only wisps of black smoke.

Several attacks in a row could not hurt each other, and Yang Xuan immediately felt a tight heart.

The black fog made by the old Taoist priest had already arrived in front of Zhang Zhengli, and countless ghost claws were sticking out, which looked very penetrating under the Mori white moonlight.

The rolling black fog surged up along those claws, blocking out the sky and the sun, and most of the red light emitted from the exquisite tower was obscured.

"You can't let him succeed!"

Yang Xuan bit his teeth and was very anxious, but there was no way for a time.

His attack was almost ineffective against the black fog. He penetrated several times, but the other party didn't hurt at all.

"Exercise skill!"

Just then, a loud drink suddenly came into his mind.

This is the voice of the little panther. Yang Xuan was stunned for a moment. Soon he reacted, made a quick decision and carried the three yuan quiet formula.

For a moment, he only felt that there was a sudden Qingming in front of him, a little blue streamer poured into his eyes, and the whole heaven and earth seemed to brighten up.

The most obvious change obviously belongs to the black fog changed by the old road.

The black fog that originally covered the sky and the earth somehow became thin. Even the ghost claws that danced from time to time dissipated, leaving only a human shadow floating in one of the corners, which was very conspicuous.

"The function of the ternary quiet formula is beyond your imagination. As long as it is transported, you can see through the vanity. The black fog is just a cover up caused by the heart demon. You can't hurt him, but you don't hit the noumenon."

The little Panther explained. Yang Xuan stared at the looming figure in the black fog and nodded secretly.

The wooden sword, which had been ready for a long time in the air, suddenly brought out a red streamer and suddenly stabbed into the light dark shadow in the black fog. It was very fast. The rippling spirit power even formed a ripple behind it.

The dark fog from the Taoist priest's illusion was still roaring towards Zhang Zhengli, but the red light on the small tower seemed to have some strong power, which made it difficult for him to get close for a time.

He now put all his mind on stopping Zhang Zhengli. He didn't pay attention to Yang Xuan, a monk in the third realm, so that he didn't notice the presence of wooden sword.

Yang Xuan's eyes showed a touch of joy, but the joy didn't last long.

When the wooden sword was about to stab the shadow, the shadow suddenly twisted around. Then, the shadow disappeared and appeared in another corner.

"Hehe, do you really think I'm stupid? Don't bother. With your accomplishments..."

In the middle of his words, his voice suddenly stopped, and the face above the black fog showed a look of horror.

I saw the wooden sword with red light still stabbing at the original position of the dark shadow, and did not escape again. On the tip of the sword, a wisp of extremely strong black gas was drifting away.

"This is your soul!"

Yang Xuan had a faint smile on his mouth. If it hadn't been for the little Panther's reminder just now, he might not have noticed.

This wooden sword is a thing of the Phoenix family. Although it is not very precious, it is not a common product, but is made of Wutong tree heart.

These Wutong are stained with Phoenix's power, and are born to yang to gang. They are excellent magic weapons to control Yin and evil spirits.

When the red wooden sword stabbed into the shadow, the masculine power had flourished. Even if the other party fled very quickly, he was still locked by this power and could not leave.

Although the loss of a trace of spirit will not have any impact on the old Taoist priest, this is the only way for Yang Xuan to interfere with him in the shortest time.

Under the guidance of the little panther, he kneaded an extremely strange decision and said something in his mouth.

A moment later, the spiritual power in his body suddenly rushed into the sky and suddenly poured into the wooden sword.

In the cold and dark fog, a faint red light gradually brightened up, and the black fog in that area dissipated quickly like spring snow.

The red light spread continuously, and there was a faint gesture of dispersing the whole black fog.

The old Taoist was standing against the power in the exquisite tower. He had just gained some advantages. After being made so much trouble by Yang Xuan, his spiritual power was unstable and he was forced back a little.

"Boy, you want to die!"

The old Taoist suddenly turned around, his face was ferocious, and the raised eyes were covered with blood, which made Yang Xuan tremble, and he only felt a cold attack on him.

The fluctuation of the spirit power emitted by the wooden sword was pressed down in the blink of an eye. The spirit pressure around Yang Xuan became terrible. All the heaven and earth spirit power seemed to be viscous. It was extremely difficult to mobilize or absorb.

At the same time, Zhang Zhengli finally completed the spell casting.

The crystal like exquisite tower, a green light suddenly rushed out and circled in the air.