In the dark demonic realm of the wailing of ghosts and the howling of wolves, the dark and black demonic aura is like a cloud splashed with ink. Amidst the strange and eerie cries of the hip-hop, there is the wailing of heaven and earth. A vengeful ghost, as if killed in a sudden battle. Among the cries, there are faint ghostly voices that are all begging for mercy.
No one can escape the rampage of a mountain flood, no one can escape the devouring of a volcano. No one can escape being buried by a blizzard, and no one can escape being poisoned by a killing. How many lives can be left by a natural disaster or man-made calamity? Very few. In a natural disaster or man-made calamity, how many people have become vengeful spirits? I'm afraid there are too many!
God who saves all living beings from water and fire. When disaster strikes in an instant, causing instant suffering to all living beings, where is the so-called true God?
How many people have become ghosts? How many beasts have become demons?
God, do you know?
A series of wailing cries, as if telling of an ancient battle. The souls of those who died in the war, unwillingly, became ghosts. They have lost their lives, but they are full of hope for life. They became wandering souls, but were not protected by the gods. I'm afraid it will be true: Even though there are ten thousand houses, the road will still freeze to death. Even if it is a success or a failure, a king or a bandit, who will remember those nameless heroes who fought for their sake and died by the sword? A pawn?
Fame, fortune and desire, bewitching people. Life and death, in the blink of an eye.
Some people live and do not remember those who have died. Some people are dead, but they remember those who are alive. They mourned, even if they became evil spirits, they still mourned and did not forget in silence. Whenever darkness and gloom come, they will lament and moan. They would take up their ghostly weapons and wait for an opportunity to take revenge.
There is no doubt that Kellen has encountered these troublesome evil spirits!
These vengeful souls, with their stubborn and wandering rogue personalities, have created a series of special ghostly tools - the Soul Devourer Umbrella!
The soul-devouring umbrellas are usually used for self-defense, to protect themselves when they seek revenge in the human world. Since these wandering souls have always been solitary, the soul-Devouring umbrellas have been honed to be extremely insidious. But any deity should be feared.
At this very moment, the Demon and Devil Array somehow used some powerful magic to gather all these wandering souls and ghosts in the Hall of Cleansing Spirits at the same time. A terrifying array of vengeful spirits has undoubtedly become the Nemesis of the gods.
These ghosts are all blinded by the word of enmity. Kellen felt that she had been innocently regarded as an enemy, and she had to listen to the cries of the vengeful souls. One by one, she had to endure the insults of loathing heaven and earth. Kellen only wished for a lamp to illuminate the darkness, only wished for a candle to light up the light.
The faint sound of Linlin was a cold breeze in the ears. Like a sword that kills without blood, like a chain of deadly darts. This cold sword is not a sword, this poisonous dart is not a dart, but the soul-devouring umbrella array is faster than a sword and more poisonous than a dart!
Hissing, sasa, a sharp, crisp sound, terrifying to the soul.
It turned out that the soul-devouring umbrellas suddenly opened, swirling and floating in the black mist of the demonic aura, gusts like wind flashed past Kellen's eyes. Kellen saw clearly that the soul-Devouring umbrellas were as black as ink. There was no handle in the center of the umbrella, but black arms could be clearly seen propping up under it.
The edge of the umbrella was sharp, killing in the shadows without shedding blood. One after another, the soul-chasing darts were fired from the swirling rim of the umbrella. All around the umbrella was a thick, dark, billowing demonic aura, which seemed to be deliberately obscuring the sorcerer beneath it. It was as if the aura had come from the spirit of the sorcerer beneath the umbrella.
One after another, the dark blue and cold soul-chasing darts shone brightly. It seems that these deadly tricks can only shine brightly under this dark burial. Yes, the evil spirits who live in the darkness naturally have all their achievements from the darkness. They ignore the existence of light and the distinction between good and evil. A soul-devouring umbrella trained for the sake of taking lives and chasing souls!
Swords and darts, like rain, like ice. The bone-chilling murderous aura froze Kellen with her soul in an instant. The black wind swirls the blue darts, and the dim light dances in the darkness. Whistling past the ears, the preciousness of life lies in the fleeting changes.
Thanks to the fact that Kellen's "Xuantian Thunderbolt True Art" has reached a state of perfection, her figure flickers and transforms imperceptibly. One after another, the soul-chasing darts flashed without the slightest deviation. One by one, the soul-devouring umbrellas break through without a moment's delay.
The green lightsaber shadow had already forged into a greenish-blue spherical light shield. The spherical light shield was almost flawless, and not a single dart could break it. The dark demonic light was torn apart by the greenish-blue light shield, and the soul-devouring umbrellas were reduced to ashes under the blade of the demon-slaying sword.
It turns out that the soul-Devouring umbrella is not an indestructible weapon. When the umbrella is closed, it is hard, but when it is opened, its strength is greatly reduced. However, the fatal thing is that when the umbrella is closed, it can be used like a sword, but it cannot exert the power of the soul-chasing dart.
When the soul-devouring umbrella is opened, arrows fall like rain, and the soul is pursued. If it were someone else, they might have been beaten into a hornet's nest by the darts and become a true soul under the darts. Unfortunately, I ran into Kellen. The successor of "Xuantian Pili Zhenjue", a growing sword soul!
Without the protection of the soul-Devouring umbrella, the evil spirit wails. Apparently, the nature of the demon-slaying Sword has exerted its divine power to subdue demons and monsters. One by one, evil spirits were reduced to ashes under the blade, and one by one, soul-devouring umbrellas vanished without a trace in the green light. The ghostly array, which was originally shrouded in black smoke and had no demonic aura, suddenly became desolate. The righteous Yang energy has torn apart a glimmer of hope in the darkness.
A faint glow of fire, as red as a lamp. The seal of the Taiji Yin-Yang Daoist law flickered faintly in the firelight.
One, two, three...
The fiery red lamp, so hot, so bright. It is as warm as a charcoal fire in a world of ice and snow, and as bright as a lamp in a lonely night that illuminates your future.
"Kellen..." A long call, the sound reverberating like a bell.
"Kellen..." The sound of the jar was like the sound of heaven at the bottom of a well, groundless.
"It's the Fire Root Ancestor and Diting!" Kellen spoke in silence. Yes, those yin-yang fire lamps, if not lit by the Fire Root Ancestor, then who could it be?
"Here I am... Here... Here..." Kellen's cry echoed far away. The size of the entire hall, Kellen had observed clearly from outside the hall. But at this moment, hearing her own echo, swinging so far away, she realized that she was indeed in the hall, and that the hall seemed much larger than she had imagined.
"Kellen..." It seems that the Fire Root Ancestor did not hear Kellen's response. The sound echoed like a bell in the empty hall, much louder than before.
"Here I am... Here... Here..." With the demon-slaying sword in Kellen's hand, she dispelled the demonic energy, broke through the soul-Devouring umbrella, and charged straight towards the Yin-Yang Fire Lamp.
A clanging sound, as firm as iron. Wailing and screams never cease. The ghosts and spirits of the netherworld lingered in the dark, thick smoke and darkness, and could not be seen clearly. But the blade of the demon-slaying sword undoubtedly became the killer weapon to dispel the darkness. With the shaking of the hand, there was a bluish glow. At the slaying point, the mist clears and the clouds disperse.
The demon jester has all kinds of magic, but at this moment, it's hard to use them again. For the demon-slaying sword is enough to scare the little devil to death. And those bright yin-Yang sparks are already illuminating the darkness.
The sharp palm wind howled, and in the distance a vast expanse of divine fire had already shone. Kellen stared intently, and it was the Fire Root Ancestor who was riding the fire!
At this moment, the Fire Root Ancestor's palms were nowhere to be seen, replaced by a pair of colossal celestial Fire Divine palms, one of the Fire Root Ancestor's favorite palm techniques - the Heavenly Firmament Divine Fire Palm.
Kellen had not been fortunate enough to see how this pair of Heavenly Fire God palms of the Fire Root Ancestor would be carried out in the darkness before. At present, as the Divine Power Palm wind goes, the Taiji Yin-Yang Bagua Lihuo Seal on the edge of the palm wind is as clear as fire. Clumps of dark mist, with soul-devouring umbrellas and soul-chasing darts, crashed into the Taiji Yin-Yang Baguba Lihuo Seal at the palm wind of the Fire Root ancestor "Heavenly Firmament Divine Fire Palm", whistling and vanishing, shattering into pieces without a trace.
The two sleeves of the Fire Root Ancestor had already turned into two wheels of wind and fire, and the Taiji Yin-Yang Bagua Fire Seal was surrounded on all sides, with the eight phases of palm opening. Only the demons and clowns are dispelled, their souls are gone.
Kellen, though it was her first time to experience the Fire Root Ancestor's Heavenly Fire Divine Palm, did not know the Fire Root Ancestor's Divine Palm Esoteric method. But when Kellen saw the demonic jester dissipate under the Fire Root's palm wind as easily as crushing an ant, she was truly impressed by the Fire Root's divine cultivation, how he could make a ball of fire so mysterious and amazing.
Kellen thought to herself: If I could learn this skill myself, what would demons and monsters have to fear?
"Idiot! Be careful!" The sound of the jar, like a muffled thunder, was already near. The one who came was not an enemy but a friend, Kellen took a closer look. But who was it, not Diting?
It is better to listen to the mysterious method. A Taiji Yin-Yang Divine light shield, with a diameter of five or six zhang, clearly enveloped Diting himself. Wherever he stepped, the eight trigrams' auras were sealed. Wherever the eight trigrams go, the gods and ghosts are not near, and demons retreat. The flashes of white sword qi that shot out from the Yin-Yang Divine light shield made a hissing sound, and the qi sword was soul-stirring.
It turned out that just now Kellen had been so absorbed in watching that she was momentarily too absorbed in the sharp Fire palm of the Fire Root Ancestor. He didn't realize that his sword had gone off course and nearly died under the umbrella of the Soul Eater! Fortunately, Diting's divine magic was extremely fast, and his qi sword was like rain, invincible. The flashes of white air swords happened to help Kellen avoid a life-and-death crisis.
Where the Fire Root Ancestor's wind howled, the soul turned to ashes. While slapping the palm to kill the ghost, he did not forget to snap the finger to fly fire. One by one, like a lamp or a candle, the "Yin-Yang Fire Lamp" was flung out in the blink of an eye by the fire root ancestor.
Kellen, after all, had a young heart, and her eagerness to learn and curiosity suddenly flared up. At this moment, there was an urge to sit down and learn from the Fire Root Ancestor. Listening to the esoteric art, though invincible, the esoteric art of the Fire Root Ancestor is even more splendid and splendid. Kellen, young and ignorant of divine art, thought that the Fire Root Ancestor's palm wind was profound and a unique art. Therefore, there was a delusion and greed.
"If we win this battle, we must take the Fire Root Ancestor as our teacher!" He said to himself.