Elixir Supplier Chapter 732: Town Soul Tower
Get me back,
Wang Yao punched through the air, with a thump, and the sound of an air explosion. The monster that jumped out was hit and flew out by him. He returned to the original path and hit the wall at once. The armor and the hard wall Make a crashing sound.
"Budo master!?" The two veterans looked at each other.
"What is this?" Wang Yao asked, looking at that thing.
"Dead but not stiff, zombie."
"I opened my eyes today, and I saw the scene!" Wang Yao said.
He didn't have the slightest feeling of fear, because through the observation and contact with him just now, he found that the monster's methods were nothing more than this, and could not pose an effective threat to himself.
"How to remove it?"
"The demon sword pierced its heart." Zhang Siheng said.
"But this zombie is qualitative and tangible, and the way is extraordinary, the Demon Mirror may not be able to control it."
If it is a general invisible ghost, it is fine, but the original demonstrative effect of this tangible ghost will be greatly reduced.
"Need to anchor it?"
"Yes."
"Can you just interrupt its limbs?"
"It is possible in theory, but after hundreds of years of corrosion, it is now a zombie, harder than copper and iron." Zhang Siheng explained.
"I will try."
"Be careful."
Wang Yao stepped to the front of the zombie who just got up.
The rancid smell is unbearable, and what's more important is that it looks very ugly, amazingly ugly. This face appears at night, and it is estimated that it can directly scare people to death.
The flow of internal information is like a rushing river,
Fist,
Punch punch, punch punch.
A fist was printed on his chest, and with a click, the zombie’s chest collapsed directly, and then the body flew out again, hitting the wall behind him heavily, even completely hardened The wall of the tomb made of rocks cracked.
"What a domineering punch!" The two veterans exclaimed when they saw it.
The zombie stretched out his arm, very fast, and plunged into Wang Yao's heart.
Off,
Wang Yao pressed one of his hands with a crackling sound, and the arm immediately responded to the diagnosis. It was as fragile as a wafer. What is harder than copper and iron.
The two veterans were stunned when they saw this,
"Here, are they wrong?!"
Is this zombie not enough, or is this young man's cultivation level too high, and they are too floating?
Complete suppression,
The attack of this thing relies entirely on instinct and has no rules at all.
In a short while, Wang Yao broke all the limbs of the zombie, and then it fell to the ground.
"Okay."
The rest seems to be much simpler. Zhang Siheng pierced the sword of the demon descending into the heart of the zombie. It struggled a few times, then its body became immobile, and then it began to move rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye. The dent is like butter melted by heat, but it gives off a disgusting smell.
In this process, Wang Yao saw the magic of the Demon Sword, and did not see how hard the old way, this obviously not suitable for piercing or cutting, actually easily pierced into the heart of the zombie. It's as easy as cutting butter with a knife.
Huh? !
Just when Wang Yao thought that this was the end of the matter, he felt a unique breath rushing out of the zombie's body and then sank into the sarcophagus.
"Okay." Zhang Siheng breathed a sigh of relief.
"The cultivation base of the donor is really amazing!"
This is simply the back wave of the Yangtze River pushing the front wave, and the front wave was shot to death on the beach.
"The Taoist leader is absurdly praised, I think there is something strange in this sarcophagus."
"Well, just in case, go and see."
At this point, they were still very careful and approached slowly.
The lid of the sarcophagus has been completely opened, and there is a strange metal object inside, in the shape of a pagoda, with complicated spells carved on it.
"What is this?"
"This is called the Soul Resurrection Tower."
"Soul Soul Tower, what is it for?"
"Shut down the soul and prevent it from doing evil."
Wang Yao took a closer look after hearing it, and then stretched out his hand to the soul-relief tower.
"Donors are not allowed." Zhang Siheng hurriedly stopped.
"How?"
"There is a curse on this, touch it rashly for fear of accidents."
Cursing, do you mean these breaths that feel so different?
Wang Yao could feel that there is a very unique aura on this tower, which makes people very uncomfortable. It is even more uncomfortable than the cold in this tomb.
"That breath should get in."
Wang Yao thought for a while, then reached out and held the town demon tower.
Om, the tower trembles, and then the cold air wins.
Ting the bell, the bells on the two veterans rang again quickly.
"Not good!"
"Let go."
"It's okay." Wang Yao stretched out his hand and motioned to them to stay calm.
He manipulated the internal breath and released it outside, and then formed a closed round clock, enclosing this exquisite and weird "Tower of Demons". In an instant, that wave made the two veterans very vigilant, as if they were facing an enemy The breath disappeared, and the bells on their waists stopped ringing.
"Why is this?"
"Xuanmen Gangqi isolates its breath." Zhang Siheng said.
"Is this an antique?"
"Yes, more than 400 years of history, but unfortunately, it has been polluted by ghosts."
It was originally used to calm the soul, but it was used to help the ghost, or the resentment has persisted for 400 years, and it has become more and more severe.
The inner breath that Wang Yao cultivates is originally the most refined to pure, it can be from yin to soft, or yang to rigid, the exchange of yin and yang cares about one mind. At this time, the inner breath he put out was the most masculine, just the nemesis of these things. The breath hidden in the tower was like a piece of ice, hidden in an iron bucket, but outside It's scorching with flames, and you can't hide it for a while.
Since it couldn't hide, it came out over there, so it rushed out, but the consequences of rushing out were even more terrifying. It was instantly melted away by the pure Yang breath, so it got in.
Wang Yao held this "soul calm tower" in this way, quietly circling his inner breath, constantly dissolving the aura hidden in it, and his inner breath penetrated through the tower of thought. Those gaps constantly seep into it, like running water.
In the end, this breath was completely melted away even if Ning Yu couldn't resist stubbornly.
Okay,
Feeling that the aura of Nao Dao inside disappeared completely, Wang Yao collected the inner breath.
"Solved?" Zhang Siheng asked tentatively.
"It should be solved." Wang Yao said.
At this moment, although there is still the cold air in the tomb, it is no longer so infiltrating. The source has been wiped out. These things are like water without a source and will soon disappear.
"That's good, that's good!"
"Unexpectedly, the donor's self-cultivation is so powerful. This time, our two veteran Taoists became helpers." Zhang Siheng smiled.
"You have been awarded, but by accident."
This contact gave Wang Yao another level of insight. This is very rare. It may be that after ten years on Nanshan, he will not be able to learn what he cannot comprehend.
Solved the trouble, they came to the corpse of the Taoist priest.
He has completely lost his breath, or he has been dead for many days, but his body has been used by ghosts.
"This is a veteran disciple. His name is He Heng. He is very talented and willing to work hard. What a pity!"
"Junior brother is not too high and too sad, the matter is over, we need to look away."
"It's ~IndoMTL.com~ brother."
In fact, these people, don’t look at nothing on weekdays and just meditate on the mountain, but if they really encounter problems, it is related to life and death. A little carelessness may result in the same way as this Taoist priest on the ground. Dead end.
"Shall we go out?"
"The two Taoist leaders, please, I want to take a look inside." Wang Yaodao.
"Then we will stay here right?"
I don’t know if it’s ingenious design or because of the opening of the tomb door, the aura is not too turbid, but ordinary people can’t stand it. Wang Yao is not an ordinary person, neither are the two celestial masters. But he could see that the two veteran bodies obviously had some adverse reactions, and their breathing was a little short.
Wang Yao took a quick turn and looked at the carvings on the wall. They were all stories of Buddhist enchantment, and there was no such thing as Duhua.
"Let’s go out, Master?"
"Good."