Chapter 90: The spell master fights the Tao, and the ancient view determines the outcome - "749 Game of the Taoist Priest Descending the Mountain"
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In the ancient courtyard, evil spirits surged.
The Four Symbols Locking Formation was broken, and the hundred shikigami lost the power of the formation, and could no longer form a coordinated battle formation. Although they still charged forward without fear of death, they were at the end of their strength.
Under the joint efforts of the team of lightning magic, stone magic, hidden weapons, Gu magic, and talismans, the pieces of shikigami were burned by lightning, crushed by stone spears, sealed by hidden weapons, and purified by Gu light, turning into wisps of black smoke and dissipating in the air.
In the courtyard, there were fewer and fewer dark shadows, and the cold and sinister aura quickly dissipated.
Not long after, nearly a hundred shikigami were swept away, and the Guguan courtyard was finally empty again, leaving only broken talisman residues, broken bone fragments, and lingering faint black air all over the ground.
The dust on the battlefield has settled, leaving only the stone altar where the two masters faced each other.
Watanabe Cangxuan's gray and white hunting clothes were windless, black energy wrapped around his body, and the evil spells were superimposed layer by layer. His eyes were filled with dark purple evil energy, and his whole aura skyrocketed, like an evil spirit coming from the abyss, making the surrounding air cold and stagnant.
As a veteran great spell master of Japan's Yin Yang Liao, he has profound cultivation and is proficient in multiple tricks such as soul-suppressing, shikigami, Yin formations, and sacrifices. Before, he had always relied on formations and shikigami to defend against the enemy, but he had never used his full strength. At this moment, the shikigami were wiped out and the foundation of the formation was broken. He finally put down all the reliance and prepared to fight personally.
Fan Mengxue stood on the opposite side, with lightning lingering all over his body, the silvery white lightning shining brightly, and the thunder energy of Shenxiao ready to go out, not afraid of the opponent's surge in pressure.
Hu Jiulang walked slowly to Fan Mengxue's side, standing quietly in black clothes, with an indifferent and cold expression. The Taoist charm around him was restrained but thick, and the orthodox Taoist foundation of Longhu Mountain was spread out, confronting Watanabe Cangxuan's evil spell in the air.
One person is a Taoist sect, and the other is a great yin-yang spell master. The two paths of good and evil collide with each other, creating a turmoil in the ancient temple.
"You, the juniors of the Middle Earth Dao Sect, can force me to take action personally. You are proud of me." Watanabe Cangxuan said in a cold tone, "Unfortunately, pride cannot protect your life. Today I will let you see the true power of the curse of the Yin Yang Lao in Japan."
After he finished speaking, he quickly formed seals with his hands and recited ancient and obscure sacrificial incantations.
The sound of the curse was low and strange, hovering over the ancient temple, cracks in the ground spread, and countless dark yin energy gushes out from the ground, converging into several ghost-headed shadows, floating in the air, with red eye sockets, and a silent roar from the mouth, with the evil spirit of devouring living souls.
At the same time, he waved his sleeves and flew out five jet-black cursed jades. They were arranged in the air to form a five-way soul-suppressing curse array, covering the entire ancient temple, locking the four directions, blocking the retreat, and suppressing the spiritual energy of outsiders rushing to help.
"The trapping formation, ghost sacrifice, and superimposed spell power make him worthy of being a great spell master." Lin Jia analyzed calmly from behind. "He wants to trap us all with the formation, then use the ghost sacrifice to devour and consume us one by one, and finally kill the main force with his own hands."
"It's such a beautiful thought." Hu Jiulang's eyes were calm, "The evil spells and tricks of the side sects will never be able to be put on the stage in front of the orthodox Taoist sect."
He raised his hand to draw a talisman in the air, golden light flowed from his fingertips, and innate Bagua lines appeared in the void, slowly spreading out to compete with the five-way soul-suppressing spell array above.
The Eight Diagrams Taoist Patterns are bright and righteous, and endless; the Soul-Calming Curse Formation is sinister and mysterious, devouring souls and qi.
One good and one evil, the two formations were in a stalemate in the sky of the ancient temple. The aura was shaking, and the strong wind was carrying gravel circling and flying in the courtyard.
Fan Mengxue no longer waited and took the lead.
"Thunder from the sky, evil-killing curse!"
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