Xuanxia

Chapter 960: Netherworld Ghost Magic
At the foot of Langhuan Mountain, a fight soon broke out.

In order to support Tang Jiao this time, Xuanmeng actually sent out several masters from the Cave Heaven Realm!
Xuanyi Zhenren, Zhusha Zhenren, Wuyue...

In addition, of course, there are also those who came all the way from southern Xinjiang...

"That group of ghost cultivators were actually able to entangle them?!"

In the military camp, Elder Yu looked at the battlefield not far away, where the air waves were surging and the wind and clouds were changing, and his expression was slightly solemn.

Behind her, Hua Xiaolan and Kua Ye slowly walked over.

They followed the team sent by Hua Ruying, traveling day and night, and arrived here early this morning. Before they had time to have a good rest, they saw this scene.

I saw that those ghost cultivators used some kind of martial arts, and each of them was connected by breath, summoning hundreds and hundreds of howling ghosts. They screamed and flew in the wind. No matter whether it was the Taoist sword techniques performed by Xuanyi and Zhusha, or the majestic palm energy from Wu Yue, they were all dissolved by those ghosts.

"Most of these people are only at the sixth or seventh realm."

Kuaye stroked his chin and frowned, "But when they are combined, they have such power... Doesn't this look a bit like the Northern Frontier's military tactics?"

"The way their auras are connected is indeed similar." Elder Yu said in a deep voice, "They are even more than capable of handling it. I don't think it will change the situation much even if I join them."

"It seems that they don't intend to fight to the death."

Quaye narrowed his eyes and said, "They want to trap the man, wear him out, and leave him for the soldiers to capture."

Hua Xiaolan's eyes revealed a hint of murderous intent: "Give them some explosive information?"

"Ah."

Elder Yu did not object: "Wu Yue attacked too quickly and fell into a passive position... Fortunately, we are here."

She looked at Hua Xiaolan: "Xiaolan, don't get close to those ghost cultivators and poison the ordinary soldiers. Don't poison them to death, but make them crazy."

Hua Xiaolan curled her lips: "Okay."

"Kuaye."

Elder Yu said again: "You go and control the snake."

"Okay!" Kua Ye grinned.

The three of them quickly disappeared into the crowd.

When the three Cave Heaven Realm powerhouses took action, almost all the soldiers in the entire military camp surrounded them. Naturally, no one noticed the three people from Wan Du Shan who were disguised as military servants.

There are about seven or eight thousand soldiers stationed at the foot of Langhuan Mountain. This number is already a large number. After all, this is not a large plain like the northern border. Shu has many mountains and complex terrain. With too many people, it is difficult to even march. These people are already a complete reorganization.

Hua Xiaolan was very fast and left the camp in the blink of an eye and found the upwind side of the camp.

"So many people need so many medicines..."

She murmured, "The stock I brought is running out..."

On the other side, Kuaye also went into the forest, slowly took out a clay xun, put it to his mouth and blew it.

Compared to the battle over there with constant loud noises and ghost howls, the sound here was so soft that it was almost inaudible.

Soon, as the clay flute sounded, countless rustling sounds began to be heard in the forest, and snakes of all sizes came close to the ground...

On the other side, Xuanyi, Zhusha and Wuyue were already locked in a tough battle.

These ghost cultivators are so difficult to deal with!
They were not strong, really not strong. After fighting for a long time, they could not cause any substantial damage to the three cave heaven powerhouses. But they were really difficult to deal with beyond imagination. They never expected that with their abilities, one day they would be entangled by a group of guys in the sixth or seventh realm, and they could neither defeat them nor escape!

Wu Yue slammed his palm towards the three ghost cultivators beside him. He was already very angry at this time. He couldn't say that this palm was like the weeping of ghosts or the howling of gods, but it also stirred the wind and clouds. The terrifying palm wind was like the roar of a dragon or a tiger. With one slap, all the soldiers in the dozens of feet ahead felt extremely palpitated and had difficulty breathing!
But the three ghost cultivators who were facing his palm all smiled sinisterly and did not try to dodge! Boom!
The giant palm that transformed from virtual to real slapped them, and their bodies exploded in an instant!

But, of course, they were not dead.

They simply turned into black smoke in an instant, their bodies were stirred by the palm wind, and then they re-condensed not far away, as if they had not suffered any harm at all.

Wu Yue gritted his teeth.

How could this be the performance of a person at the sixth or seventh realm of martial arts? !
These guys are just like Dongtian, they are good at both martial arts and magic!
On the other side, the same thing happened to Xuanyi and Zhusha. No matter how they performed or how they exploded, these ghost cultivators seemed not to be injured or killed at all. Even when faced with extremely powerful sword techniques, they could only summon more ghosts and spirits to block those attacks for them.

"That's not right..."

Xuanyi Zhenren and Zhusha Zhenren stood back to back and frowned, saying, "They seem to be driving the real dead souls..."

"Haha, this is troublesome." Zhu Sha Zhenren still looked smiling, but sweat was oozing from his forehead: "Senior Sister, what should I do?"

"I'm afraid we'll have to..."

Xuan Yi Zhenren was halfway through his words when his expression suddenly changed and he raised the corners of his mouth: "Don't worry."

Zhu Sha Zhenren was slightly startled, but soon he smiled even more happily: "Ah, it is true."

They all keenly noticed that there was a gust of wind around them.

It was not a strong breeze, but a gentle breeze that brushed the noses of everyone present.

Afterwards, Xuanyi and Zhusha clearly felt their blood boiling and their minds wavering!
But to them, the poison in the wind was insignificant, and they suppressed it with a little effort.

On the other side, Wu Yue also felt the poisonous wind, but he was so angry and anxious that he didn't think much and kept shouting, "Fuck you bastards! You even poisoned me! I'm going to fuck you!"

"poison?"

Upon hearing this word, the general of the Xishuo Army, who had just been watching the excitement with a smile not far away, suddenly changed his expression!
But before he could react, he suddenly felt a pain in the back of his neck!
He turned his head sharply, but saw no one.

Then, bursts of noise began to reach his ears.

He covered the painful spot on the back of his neck and looked in astonishment - he saw that the soldiers who had just surrounded the three Xuanmeng masters and a group of ghost cultivators suddenly started to go crazy one by one!
Their faces became ferocious, they threw away their weapons, their eyes turned bloodshot, and they began to attack their comrades around them!

In less than a few breaths, the group of soldiers who were on high alert started biting their comrades like crazy!
"call……"

On the high ground in the distance, Hua Xiaolan watched all this and sneered, "Fortunately, they are all a bunch of trash. If they were at the fifth level or above, they wouldn't be so easily tricked... This Xishuo Army is just average."

But even the Northern Frontier Army does not dare to say that everyone in a reorganized brigade is above the fifth level. That would be too terrifying.

Of course, the level of these Xishuo troops is naturally far lower than that of the Beijiang Army and the Beiyi Army. These soldiers are not much stronger than ordinary warriors, and of course they have no resistance to Hua Xiaolan's poison.

Seeing the soldiers going crazy, the general was horrified!
But before he could do anything, the pain in the back of his neck was getting worse and worse, and his head was starting to feel dizzy...

"General! General! What should we do!"

In a trance, he seemed to hear the roar of his deputy general, but he couldn't speak at all.

Not only that, the general also felt something whizzing under his feet. When he looked down, he saw that it was countless poisonous snakes!
"It's... the people from Wandu Mountain... they're here..."

This thought popped into the general's mind before he fell into coma.

He also vaguely saw the poisonous snakes crawling towards the ghost cultivators, so densely packed that they were countless.

How many lives do those ghost cultivators who are capable of commanding the souls of the dead and saving lives have to be killed by these poisonous snakes?

(End of this chapter)