The wall has ears, and the ghost haunts its shadow.
While they were talking to themselves, a dark, mournful, pervasive pervasive pervasive air came over them. In an instant, everyone began to feel chest tightness, restlessness, irritability and palpitations. This external Yin energy is, of course, a force, an extremely evil force.
The force was so powerful that it made the thirteen spirits of the Fire start to feel sick and nauseous. They were all groggy, as if they were about to lose their balance. Fire Root Ancestor, Diting, Kellen still stood firm, as steady as a mountain!
Ningxiang's little hands were trembling as she crawled deep into Kellen's arms. She was not oppressed by the faint resentment, but frightened by the wailing of ghosts and the howling of wolves within it! The scream was like being in the ancient array of evil blood. But the bloodthirsty ancient formation is broken, and the black scorpion and white snake are dead. Could it be that the black scorpion and white snake can come back to life?
Of course not! Kellen has clearly sensed that this external evil force, though very similar to the dark forces of the Bloodthirsty ancient array. But there is a vague sense that this force is probably more powerful and more powerful than that bloodthirsty ancient array!
It was an overwhelming force that did not come from one or two demonic powers. It comes from a multitude of unknown monsters, each of whom may be highly skilled in magic, and who knows what kind of ancient array of demons they will form.
"Brother Wind, did you hear that?" Ningxiang looked straight at Kellen's resolute face, with a glimmer of reassurance and a hint of terror in her eyes. This contradictory look, in Kellen's eyes, was truly endearing. Kellen gently rubbed her face against Ningxiang's childish little face and comforted her, "Don't be afraid."
"Another soul-capturing spell! He who has come, for sure comes with an ill intent. It seems that so many spirit cats have died here and must have been known by these demons!" As he spoke, he looked back at his thirteenth disciple and said, "Has the 'Peace of Mind Technique' entered a state of meditation?"
Only the thirteenth disciple's face was filled with a smoldering air, as if he were forcing the dark demonic aura around him away from his body. However, the demonic energy, driven by the resentment of the soul-capturing spell, was slowly fading. Like black ribbons, they seemed to bind and lock the minds of the thirteen disciples.
The six seals were formed between the thirteen disciples' finger keys, Yin and Yang separated from fire, like two incompatible black and white fireballs flying and spinning on the six finger keys. Thirteen disciples with furrowed eyebrows, after all, are of mortal nature, how could they withstand such a powerful curse of the dark devil? The fiery red glow appeared and disappeared on the face, and clumps of black gas were approaching layer by layer.
Seeing that the thirteen disciples were about to be trapped by the soul-capturing spell again, Diting could not bear it and said, "I'm afraid it will be difficult to hold on. You may still cast the spell!" Kellen's knowledge of the soul-capturing spell was as clear as a bowl of water, and of course no clue could be seen. At this point, hearing this, I realized that the thirteen brothers had reached the critical period of resisting the Soul-capturing Spell.
"You scoundrel, if you can't even resist this soul-capturing spell, won't you fall for it again in the future? Use your brain more, why not use the Stillness of the Spirit as well?" At this critical moment of success or failure in the resistance, the Fire Root ancestor gave a sudden reminder. The disciples suddenly felt the help in the snow, quickly changed their positions with the six hands of the Dharma seal, and immediately produced the eight trigrams of peace Dharma Seal.
Originally, this harmonious and peaceful seal of the Eight Trigrams was only born on the fingers of both hands. At the moment, the two mantras, the Peace of Mind Mantra and the Stillness of the Spirit Mantra, were simultaneously urged. The Eight Trigrams of Peace of Mind Seal flickered with flames and floated with golden shadows, instantly enveloping the true body of the spell.
With the protection of the two mantras, "The Peace of Mind" and "The Stillness of the Spirit", layers of gossamer demonic aura burst forth, making it difficult to approach the thirteen true guardians.
Kellen looked at her thirteen fellow disciples, and suddenly her spirit flashed with golden light, and a glow of fire enveloped her. It was as if a god had descended from the heavens, beyond the realm of immortality. Kellen couldn't help but admire the extraordinary cultivation of her fellow apprentices. Even more admirable is the god-like demeanor of the Fire Root Ancestor as a teacher! How can one have god-like students without a god-like teacher?
Looking at the thirteen beloved disciples, the Fire Root Ancestor was slightly approving and nodded silently, saying, "Good! Now let's go out of the hall and see what kind of fearless appearance this not-so-big monster has! Follow me!"
A proud master always wants to teach proud students. A great master wants to teach a great student. Especially a master as proud and outstanding as the Fire Root Ancestor, who is naturally fiery and loves to show off. It was the perfect time to subdue demons and monsters, and he really wanted to know if his disciples could make him proud.
The "Thirteen Swords of Dragon Fire", a unique spiritual fire sword array created by the Fire Root Ancestor throughout his life. After the accidental battle with Kellen and Diting, the Fire Root Ancestor was already confident in the might of the "Thirteen Swords of Dragon Fire". At present, these beloved disciples indeed need the experience of a real battle between gods and demons to have a deeper understanding of the essence of the "Thirteen Swords of Dragon Fire". Only by grasping the essence can one master the essence of swordsmanship and sword formation.
As he stepped out of the hall gate, the Fire Root Ancestor did not look back at his thirteen valiant disciples, but rather, with his head held high and confidence, floated out on the fire. The only thought was that he hoped these disciples would add more golden light to his old face.
"Jiang 'ang --" let out a deafening roar. As if dragons were showing their might, opening their mouths and roaring. The roar shook the heavens and the fields, as if the auspicious dragon had issued a just judgment against black and white, good and evil. After the judgment, a criminal law is inevitable. Is it God who accepts the punishment? Or the devil?
Of course it's the devil!
Looking in the direction of the sound, thirteen fire dragons meander and soar into the sky, and they are soaring out of thirteen sword holy weapons! At first glance, Kellen saw the streaks of dragon fire, shining and dazzling, with divine fire. Without fighting, it has created an overwhelming and powerful aura.
Kellen stared straight into her eyes, and in her straight pupils, a burst of fireworks was burning. Perhaps the flames were just the reflections of thirteen flashes of fire in Kellen's eyes. Or perhaps the flames had already stirred up the divine fire within Kellen's body, and it was already simmering secretly.
What kind of fire will it be? Real dragon fire!
Fire, to explode, explode, explode!
The thirteen dragon fire sword shadows that had already erupted, towering and imposing, only pushed back the masses of demonic shadows and ghostly spirits that pervades the netherworld. Looking into the sky of the netherworld, among the dark, billowing black gas, pairs of eyes with blood light, cold, seemed like a net. A web of blood, cold eyes, and a ghostly aura that fills the sky.
The power of this net, of course, is no less than that of the evil spirits in the Bloodthirsty ancient array. Because the pairs of blood-glowing pupils, like cold stars, emitted a chilling and strange light that was terrifying to the heart. One by one, the white bones of the demonic claws, wandering and drifting in the layers of the black mist demonic curtain, "sizzle, sizzle," they shot out dead, dead, dead dead severed fingers.
One by one, the severed fingers, like a sky full of white light, like a sky full of cold stars, like a sky full of arrows, like a sky full of white marks of sharp swords... Sharp! Weird! Creepy! Shocking!
"Sasa," the rain whistles through the sky. Wail, the wailing of ghosts and the howling of wolves.
"Ghost-eating array of Ghost-eating maniac souls?" The Fire Root Ancestor, with his fiery eyes full of vicissitudes, had already discerned this bizarre array.
"Not bad! "Remnant Soul Eating Ghost Array!" Diting seemed to be watching coldly as if he had no intention of making a move. In Diting's view, the Remnant Soul Ghost-eating Array was merely a set of ghost-eating arrays created by the first demon Lord of the Ghost-eating Maniac in the past. There's nothing new.
Moreover, the Ghost-eating Maniac sect was just a small branch of the Devil Sect back then, and the demonic nature was not a school. Even though it has a large lineup, how can it be compared to the Bloodstained Ancient Array of the Blood Oath Spirit Sect, one of the three major sects? Even after more than ten thousand years of practice, Diting remains unmoved. He is waiting!
Waiting for what? Wait for the tricks behind this formation!
Thirteen Hokage figures float in the sky, and thirteen fire dragons brandished their fangs and claws. The chilling star, with its bones and severed fingers, struck the sword qi of the fire dragon's movement, making a hissing sound, not releasing any bloody effect at all. Kellen, however, did not underestimate the "starrain of severed fingers", but instead focused more intently.
What Kellen was worried about was not the scattered bones of the severed fingers, but the thick and lingering demonic aura! The demonic energy is so vast that the array is not so sloppy and simple, and there must be some unknown aftereffect!
Sure enough!
In the dark, surging demonic air, suddenly drop the wailing of a ghostly figure, no! It's a ghost! It's a skeleton ghost with skin and bones! These ghosts look emaciated and lifeless, like skeletons and bones. But the tight human skin on the body seemed to carry the last breath of life before death.
Even if it's death, this half-dead skin can still hold on for a few more moments. However, the flickering skull is far more than just these tricks. Only after watching the mummified bodies skeleton clouds fell off, "woo abut" ghosts, interspersed with "gaga make" suddenly split ring.
The crackling sounds are like the tearing and fracture of broken bones and limbs. Well, where is the fracture? It turned out to be the sound of the bones suddenly growing in the mummified skeletons! The overwhelming number of skeletons, not covered by clothing, were all exposed. Pairs of blood-cold eyes crisscrossed, just like a web of blood-eyes!
What was originally a common joint suddenly stretched out seven or eight, and the slender white skeleton instantly transformed into a bamboo frame of white bones! If not seen with one's own eyes, who would have known that the skeleton of a skull could grow like bamboo, section after section!
This is, of course, the magic of demons and ghosts!
The sharp, cold, bony claws, as big as courtyard brooms, bared their teeth and claws, spread out in a circle towards the people surrounded in the formation. "Chichi" severed fingers, like a sword, like rain. One by one, they shot out from the huge claw tips of the white skeleton, and then "quack quack quack" grew out! As if the bones could have been fired and grown endlessly!
Kellen's eyes were burning, and the sword was in her hand. Ningxiang had already figured it out and, in terror, hid in Kellen's ear.
During this period, Kellen has seen countless demons and ghosts, but this strange and bizarre skull is the first time she has encountered it! In the thick demonic aura, the "Sasa" skull rained down like rain, as if the demonic aura had no end of the skull! The creaking sound was more fierce than the fire of the forest! It seems as if these skeletons were not born for the flesh, but only for the knuckles!
Thick, demonic air, white bones everywhere.
The crackling sounds never cease, and as far as the eye can see, the swords of the Thirteen heroes of the Spirit Fire are equally sharp. The shadows of the swords, like the fiery clouds of dragons, swirled the sharpness of the sky. One by one, the skeletons crashed into the blazing wind and fire Qi sword, and in an instant, they crumbled like decay. Pairs of bloodthirsty eyes, suddenly in the fiery sword energy of the thirteen swords, pale and dispirited.
Thirteen Swords exerted themselves with great effort, as if they were intent on showing off their sharpness in front of their master and others. So, after a long time, not a single skeleton fell from the sky, but was swallowed and submerged by streaks of wind and fire sword blades!
The Fire Root Ancestor had a look of approval on his face. Just look at him standing with his hands behind his back. There was pride in his bright and piercing look. Of course, just watching quietly doesn't mean the old man doesn't want to act. He's waiting too!
Waiting for a conspiracy, waiting for an old man. This old man is very likely the mastermind behind this conspiracy! However, this old man is not a human to the Fire Root Ancestor, but a real devil - Meigong! In his view, no one else but Meizhong could have such magical power to make the ghost-eating array of remnant souls so strange.
However, he was wrong...