Chapter 1067 Outsmarting

"Zi la la..."

A piece of golden lightning surged out from the thirty-six Green Bamboo and Bee Cloud Swords crazily, mixing with the sword energy all over the sky, submerging the Wuchao Ghost King in it.

"ah……"

A violent howl came from the ghost king's mouth, and countless dense scars appeared on his body, blood flashed on it, and black smoke rose.

He turned his head to look at Han Li, but saw that the latter was striding towards him, and immediately opened his mouth to vomit.

With a sound of "huh", a thick black flame surged out of his mouth, instantly turning into a black wall of fire and pushing forward layer by layer, overwhelming the sky and covering the earth.

Han Li's eyes flashed, he was unmoved, and did not take any other actions at all.

"Hula"

A silver light flashed by its side long ago, and it turned into a huge silver firebird with colorful flames on its head. When the two huge fire wings spread out, they were thousands of feet tall, and it was like a silver handle with a single swing. The giant blade directly cut the black wall of fire into two.

The figure of the silver firebird galloped past, the flames gushing out from the two wings pushed away, forcibly opening a wide road from the center of the fire wall.

Han Li's figure flashed past, with a flash of silver lightning on his body, Lei Peng's power was activated, and his huge body appeared beside Wuchao Ghost King in an instant, and he punched it out.

There was a loud "boom".

Wuchao Ghost King suffered a heavy blow, his huge body tilted to the left for a while, and the white bone trident in his hand couldn't help but tilt.

"Zi" sound!

The bloody light in the eyes of the screaming soul was unstoppable, and it shot into the ghost king's shoulder.

Wuchao Ghost King let out a mournful roar, and the place where the shoulder was hit by the blood light, the armor melted directly, and a huge blood hole burned out inside, and black liquid came out.

"You are looking for death, I will crush your bones to ashes!"

Hearing a sharp scream from his mouth, his body was full of black light, layers of black light surged out from it, and countless black shadows of evil ghosts flew out from inside, biting towards Han Li and the crying soul.

The black shadows of the evil spirits seemed real and not real, gathering and dispersing. When Han Li swung his fist to hit them, they dissipated like smoke and couldn't hit them at all. Han Li had no choice but to call back the Green Bamboo Bee Cloud Sword to surround him. , continuously releasing evil spirit thunder to disperse it.

However, for some reason, these ghost images are not afraid of the evil god's thunder. After being struck, they will dissipate for a short time, and then they will quickly condense and come back.

Moreover, whenever he got close to him, Han Li felt a dark force that seemed to come from the underworld, penetrating his body and directly seeping into his bone marrow.

As the number of times continued to increase, the dark power accumulated in his body became stronger and stronger, and a strange biting coldness came out from the depths of his body.

This is still the case on his side, but the crying soul on the other side is even more serious. Her movements have become obviously slow, and she can't catch up with the Wuchao Ghost King's movements.

If they continue to let it go, the two of them will undoubtedly lose.

At this moment, Han Li suddenly frowned, as if thinking of something.

"Crying soul, come back!"

With a thought in his mind, the flaming bird that was devouring the black wall of fire immediately flew back into his body.

Han Li just felt a heat all over his body. The cold feeling from before was still there, but it eased a lot.

At the same time, his figure shrank and returned to its original shape. With a flash of silver wires on his body, his figure suddenly shuttled in front of Wuchao Ghost King.

Seeing him suddenly appearing in front of him, Wuchao Ghost King immediately waved his white bone trident and swept across.

Seeing this, Han Li stretched out his hand to pick it up at his waist. The emerald green gourd that he had just hung up immediately fell on his hand, and the bottle fell to the Wuchao Ghost King.

A smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, he raised his palm, and slapped it on the bottom of the gourd.

"Booming" a roar sounded from it, and the green vortex at the mouth of the gourd swirled violently.

A golden fire dragon rushed out of it and rushed towards the ghost king.

This dragon is exactly the one that Qi Mozi hit Han Li before, but after tossing in the Xuantian gourd for a long time, its size and speed have decreased a lot, but where it passed, a layer of dragons still spread in the void. The power of the law of time fluctuates, making all movements around it extremely slow.

Wuchao Ghost King fought fiercely with the crying soul for a long time, and Han Li disrupted the situation. He already consumed a lot. Seeing the strange fire dragon flying towards him, he hurriedly raised the bone trident in his hand and threw it over.

The fire dragon was so fast that the white bone trident collided with the fire dragon before it flew far.

Just heard a "boom" sound.

The golden fire dragon exploded with a bang, and the golden spiritual flame released from it flashed instantly, enveloping the Wuchao ghost king.

"Time method..." Wuchao Ghost King, who was in the center of the explosion, only felt a strange force added to his body, and his mind fell into a blank in an instant. Not only was the whole person frozen in place, but even his thinking was suspended.

After a while, the explosive power of the golden fire dragon began to shrink, and all the light of the spiritual flame also gradually shrank, and the area affected by it also gradually shrank.

When the power of the law of time in the spiritual flame was reduced by half, the consciousness in Wuchao Ghost King's mind also recovered immediately. When his thoughts were still on "the power of the law of time...", Han Li's figure had already disappeared from a distance. Suddenly flashed to.

The Tiansha Prison Suppressing Kung Fu in his body was running at full strength, and the thirty-six green bamboo bee cloud swords in his hands were combined into one, and the sword light and lightning burst out at the same time, and the sword swept across the neck of Wuchao Ghost King.

There was only a thunderbolt sounded by the god of evil spirits, followed by a crisp sound of "click".

The head of the Wuchao Ghost King had already been thrown high into the air, his eyes were wide open, and he rolled down to the ground.

There was no blood flowing out of its broken neck, only countless shadowy ghosts and ghosts pouring out continuously, like a flock of crows coming out of their nests, making a burst of "crawling" sound.

As soon as the ghosts came out, although the aura was not as strong as before, the surrounding wind was strong, and the evil aura was dozens of times stronger than before.

Just as Han Li was about to release the Jingyan Firebird and burn it clean, he saw the crying soul rushing over.

His nose moved, and he snorted suddenly, and a yellow glow shot out from his nostrils, covering the ghosts and souls gushing out from Wuchao Ghost King's neck.

Immediately afterwards, she saw him inhale hard, and the ghosts and ghosts in the yellow glow shattered one after another, turning into an extremely dense black light, which was rolled into her nose and inhaled.

As the black light poured into the crying soul's body like a river, the surrounding night space finally couldn't support it, and began to collapse little by little.

Seeing this, Han Li calmed down a bit, and while protecting the crying soul with a long sword, he glanced around.

I saw fierce fighting on the battlefield far away, and the ancient temple building was almost completely destroyed, leaving only a round arch standing stubbornly in place.

At this moment, there were only three of the original ten red-robed ghost generals left, namely the scholar with a high-pitched voice and the bull-headed horse-faced ghost general.

On Tianshuizong's side, there were only Su Qianqian and Jin Liu left.

There were only seven or eight corpses of monks on the ground, and the rest of them disappeared without a trace whether they were swallowed up by ghost generals or taken back to the Linglong Pagoda by Jin Liu.

As for Fu Guzhu and the four casual cultivators, they have all turned into bones at this moment, and they still maintain the posture of facing each other with their backs to defend against the enemy. There are still dense crowds of evil spirits around them, and they have no targets to attack. People have a strange feeling.

Han Li hesitated for a moment, but still waved his hand. A gust of wind blew out, scattered the nearby evil spirits one after another, and then rolled up the gravel and sand on the ground, burying their remains.

At this time, the two and three ghosts who were still fighting finally noticed the strange situation here.

"Ghost King..."

There was a scream from the scholar's ghost general's mouth, as if he had lost his mind in an instant, he rushed straight towards the crying soul.

Han Li's figure had already flashed by, and the green bamboo bee cloud sword in his hand slashed down.

A ray of bright sword light, entangled by Jin Lei, tore a huge hole in the dim sky and landed on the scholar.

The latter didn't dodge at all, and was directly torn into two halves.

"Ghost King...Ghost King...Ghost..." I saw him muttering in his mouth, and his figure began to disappear like smoke.

Seeing this, the Ghost King with Turning Head and Ghost King Horse Face felt that the situation was over, and immediately fled away. Jin Liu and Su Yuqian chased after each other, and their figures disappeared into the sky.

Han Li just glanced at it and didn't care about it any more.

He glanced around and saw that the situation had finally settled down, so he sat cross-legged in the air, closed his eyes and adjusted his breath.

The previous damage to his soul and the subsequent consumption of the power of the law of time made him very tired at the moment.

After about a cup of tea, his eyes slowly opened, but the expression on his face was somewhat complicated.

He still can't figure out the abnormality of the spiritual realm and the concrete things of the law before, but judging from Qi Mozi's reaction before, this should not be a coincidence, but that the Great Five Elements Illusory World Jue has been practiced to a certain extent, and it will The supernatural powers that appear are right.

It's a pity that he is self-taught in this exercise, and some things can only be explored bit by bit by himself.

Now that the Mantra Treasure Wheel and other concrete objects of the Law of Time are temporarily unavailable, and there are fewer ways to get close to him, Han Li feels a little dizzy when he thinks of this.

"This can be regarded as a mixed blessing, and we can only take one step at a time..." He sighed secretly and stood up.

At this time, the crying soul finally devoured the entire Wuchao Ghost King, regained its human form, and fell back towards him.

"Hi..." As soon as Fang landed on the ground, a full hiccup came from her throat.

"I'm a little stuffed..." Tiao Hun said with some embarrassment.

"Before I always said that I felt a little empty in my stomach. This time, it's good to be full. Let's go back to the cave and have a good rest..." Han Li smiled and said.

"I have to retreat for a while, after I refine this power, I will be able to help the master more." Crying Soul said.

Han Li nodded, and with a wave of his hand, he opened the silver light door, and the crying soul flashed into it.