Chapter 234 Altar Ceremony
The moon is high and the light is scattered.
He was clearly in the ancestral hall, surrounded by a closed magic circle, but the wind was blowing again.
Blowing the scattered mist.
Under the square patio, the male-female ghost stood upright.
The angry man merged with the seductive woman, and finally transformed into a male-female venerable figure, with his bun wrapped around a broken wine bottle.
The extra arms overlapped, leaving only two white arms.
"call!"
The male-female-looking ghost let out a sigh of relief.
The green smoke is like silk, cutting through the silver yarn.
He casually removed the shackles from his upper body, revealing his half-naked body.
The mist around him was steaming and surrounding him.
He did not rush to attack, but raised his head to look at the moon and opened his arms.
A feeling of enjoyment appeared on his face, and he grinned, and his long fangs had turned into white teeth.
The aura of the cycle surges, and the pressure boils.
The invisible ripples swept out made the ancestor of the Ding family look solemn.
The tall ghost in front of him had at least Jindan level strength, and even vaguely surpassed him, but his specific strength was unknown.
"Lingguan Dharma Eye!"
He made fingerprints and opened his eyes, his eyes shining brightly, shining on the handsome demon ghost under the moon.
The ghost under the moon did not dodge, but happily accepted Ding Chuanli's gaze. The scarlet pupils condensed in the dark eyes looked at Ding Chuanli calmly.
On the contrary, when his eyes moved, they were fixed on Tushanjun.
Tu Shanjun was not surprised by such a turn of events.
Even he himself is evolving in a more aesthetic direction, at least how could Jin Dan's monster look so ugly.
Rather, most ghosts are not ugly, because they want to tempt people.
Even if you are ugly, you will still put on a good-looking skin.
If you encounter someone who is greedy for money, use blind methods to get some gold and silver.
Therefore, this ghost must also have a good skin.
It's just that the chain once penetrated Pipa's bones and locked up all his energy and magic, making him only show that miserable and ugly appearance.
Thoughts only flashed past.
Tu Shanjun also looked awe-inspiring.
The strength of this monster is especially superior to the golden elixir of the Rakshasa Void Clan.
Untying his shackles actually allowed this thing to get rid of its shackles. Its strength did not decrease but increased, and its power became even more powerful.
"Fellow Daoist Li, are you still sure?"
The ancestor of the Ding family sent a message to inquire.
He didn't expect such a result.
After so many years, the ghosts were still stronger than them. If it weren't for the fact that the two of them had golden elixirs, Ding Chuanli would have directly used the magic circle to suppress the ghosts again, and would never have asked such a question.
"We're not sure, so we can only try our best." Tu Shanjun's voice sounded quite cold.
Now that he has roughly seen the strength of the demon ghost, Tu Shanjun also understands that it is very difficult to kill the opponent in a short time, so he simply prepares for a protracted war, so that his actual combat effectiveness will not be used.
Although the main body is strong, it consumes a lot of mana. Once Ding Xie cannot hold on, it is not known whether he can seal the demons and ghosts again.
‘It looks like there’s going to be a lot of blood today. ’ Tushanjun sighed quietly.
When he opened his mouth, he held two stacks of talismans between his fingers.
The savings accumulated over the past year after being promoted to Golden Elixir may all be used.
Fortunately, Tu Shanjun is quite talented in talismans.
Therefore, after improving his realm, his ability to draw talismans has also been greatly improved, and he has already made preparations for the golden elixir level talismans.
Two talismans fell to the ground, and an altar of fu magic rose from the feet of Tu Shanjun.
Ding Chuanli, who looked straight at him, widened his eyes.
Just when he was about to exclaim, he lowered his voice again: "Dojo altar ceremony, Talisman monk?"
The identity of the ghost cultivator was already shocking enough, so Ding Chuanli was not too surprised when Tu Shanjun took out the talisman from his mouth.
Some monks like to put things inside the body.
However, Ding Chuanli couldn't express his surprise after seeing Tu Shanjun unfolding the altar.
When will ghosts and monsters be able to open altars and practice rituals?
It is said that he is a ghost cultivator, but human cultivators are so arrogant that when meeting people of the same rank, he should be called "fellow Taoist", but he still looks down upon him in his heart.
Just like a demon cultivator, in fact most monks still call them monsters.
Ghost cultivators cannot be described as not very proficient in drawing talismans, because most of the recorded talismans can restrain demons and ghosts.
Did he draw a talisman to weaken himself?
It's just that Tushanjun is very different from ordinary ghosts.
As soon as the altar ceremony was opened, Tu Shanjun's black robe turned into a black Taoist robe.
With his Taoist crown and tied hair, he looks like a strange Taoist priest.
If he were holding a mahogany sword and hanging ceremonial flags on both sides, he would really be a decent Taoist master.
The demon under the moon pursed his lips and smiled, his eyes curved into crescent shapes.
Suddenly.
The demon raised his arm, and the moment the seal was formed, the surrounding dense fog suddenly erupted.
The wind surged wildly, stirring up the clouds and changing color.
The bright moon in the sky is obscured by dark clouds.
The entire old ancestral hall was shrouded in heavy fog, and the figures of demons and ghosts that were still clearly visible were also hidden in it.
Ding Chuanli's complexion changed slightly, he held the sword in front of his chest, the green lotus method moved, and the lotus platform appeared under his feet.
The light mask formed by the azure lotus petals is about to expand.
"Fix the wind!"
A purple talisman was thrown out.
It turned into a fixed wind and the flags intertwined and fell with a crash.
The moment the flag fell, the wind stopped all around.
The banner formed by the golden elixir level wind-fixing talisman immediately calmed the surging wind.
"Suppress the fog."
"Invite the moonlight!"
Two more purple talismans flew out of Tu Shanjun's hand, and the phantom of the fog-suppressing mirage demon appeared. The mirage demon entrenched itself on the Dingfeng flag, moved its four claws, and finally climbed to the top of the Dingfeng flag.
Open your mouth wide and take a long breath.
Slimy.
Thick black mist poured into the mirage's mouth like a tornado.
The wind stopped, the fog disappeared, and the moonlight above returned to the sky.
Tu Shanjun, who presided over the altar ceremony, did not relax his vigilance, and two spiritual talismans fell on Ding Chuanli.
One is Teng Yun and the other is armor.
Ding Chuanli exclaimed: "Hey! What a surprise!"
In just two breaths of time, five golden elixir-level purple talismans were used up.
This is not a fight at all, it is clearly a matter of throwing piles of spiritual stones at the ghosts.
Now is not the time to be stunned, Ding Chuanli immediately kills the demons reflected in the moonlight.
With the blessing of the Soaring Cloud Talisman, his speed actually increased by 20%.
Moreover, the black and reddish armor looks sinister, but its defensive effect is surprisingly good.
As soon as the magical flying sword was unfolded, the light and shadow of the sword filled the empty ancestral hall, and no one could block it.
Even the male-female monster didn't dare to resist physically.
As he dodged, the ancestral tablets were all affected by the sword light.
Ding Chuanli shouted: "Please forgive me, ancestors."
On the other hand, the sword control skills did not stop at all.
The shadow of the sword under the moonlight exploded with cold light.
He looked like a swordsman-killer.
I don't know if too many ancestral tablets were cut down, which aroused the grief and anger of the ancestor of the Ding family, but his combat power increased steadily.
It's a pity that the Ding family members can't see their ancestor show off his power.
Of course, it is better not to use the memorial tablets of ancestors and clans to be seen by the clan members.
If a demon dares to fight back, Tu Shanjun will treat him to a purple talisman that can subdue demons and suppress ghosts.
The flag of fixed wind is waving, and the phantom mirage is also breathing mist.
The wind calmed down and the fog extinguished, and the moonlight kept shining on the demon ghost's body, giving him no chance to fly in the clouds, and his combat power was reduced by 30 to 40%.
Although the situation is good now, in fact, once the demons and ghosts adapt, the advantage of Ding Chuanli's sword-wielding skills will be reduced.
Therefore, Tushanjun did not dare to relax at all. He formed a seal with his hands to hang the purple talisman, picking it up as he wanted.
Forming seals is so fast and cumbersome that it is dizzying.
But there was no panic at all, everything was so orderly.
Tu Shanjun had already made an idea, but he didn't expect that the effect would be so good after taking it out today.
Because the talismans are all drawn in advance, only a little mana is needed to activate them to unleash their power, and it does not consume too much of the banner master's mana.
In the future, even if you face monks with long mana, you can rely on the magic talisman to kill them, and you no longer have to worry about your own lack of mana.
"We still lack soldiers and horses."
Tushanjun murmured softly.
The practice of opening the altar not only requires the blessing of magical talismans, but also the protection of heavenly soldiers and generals to ensure that the user is not disturbed and that the spell cycle is complete.
"Fellow Daoist Li!" The urgent call of the ancestor of the Ding family fell on Tushanjun's ears.
Tu Shanjun, who was already concentrating, immediately formed a seal and put it on the talisman.
The purple talisman suddenly ignited and turned into a tobacco rope, whipping out from the burning purple talisman.
"Command all directions to subdue demons and suppress ghosts."
"Hurry as the law dictates!"
Ropes were woven into a large net and lowered from the sky above.
"In the realm of ignorance, open my Dharma eyes."
Tu Shanjun stabbed his forehead with his sword finger, and the blood was instantly absorbed by the vertical lines on his forehead.
Black and red ghost blood flowed down.
The vertical lines on the forehead are twisted into the shape of eyes.
The beams and floor of the ancestral hall are covered with incomplete spells from the upper and lower sides of the realm of ignorance.
All the majestic pressure released by demons and ghosts was compressed back by the realm of ignorance.
The ghost roared loudly while spitting out vast amounts of smoke.
The arms waved and formed a spell to summon the strong wind.
The flag is moving.
The fog-swallowing mirage demon bites the fog tightly, not giving the demon ghost a chance to escape.
The monster roared angrily under the moon, but his hands were tied with red and black ropes.
Then the rope quickly shrank into a net bag, tying him up tightly.
The moment the ghost net trapped the demon, Tushanjun's eyes were filled with divine light.
It turned into two golden rays of light on the demon ghost, and transmitted the sound directly into Ding Chuanli's ears.
"Fellow Daoist Ding, take advantage of the moment." Tu Shanjun's hands trembled slightly as he couldn't hold on for long, as this thing could easily escape from the ghost-suppressing talisman.
Ding Xie outside the ancestral hall opened his eyes suddenly. At that moment, 20% of his mana evaporated.
"good!"
Ding Chuanli roared, and the green light around his body turned into sword energy, and the sword light soared into the sky and formed a beam of light that shot straight into the sky.
"Green Lotus Method."
"Sword Immortal Slaying Demon Song!"
The ancestor of the Ding family holds the sword in both hands, the small lotus platform of the sword is turning wildly, and the simple pattern of the eight-sided blue light sword spreads out, fully demonstrating the power of the green lotus magic weapon.
The left and right become sword fingers, and the sword flies to slash.
When the green light flashed by, it really seemed like a demon-slaying divine sword flying from thousands of miles away.
"cut!"
The Qinglian magic weapon was chopped off.
Immediately, he slashed three inches into the demon's neck. Ding Chuanli's eyes showed joy, and his eyes shone brightly.
"kill."
The roaring and killing sound was like thunder, and the magic sword advanced another inch, already cutting through half of the neck.
But as he got closer, the pupils of the ancestor of the Ding family shrank by half.
exclaimed: "What!"
"Keng!!!"
A pair of small black hands raised the azure blade of the Qinglian Divine Sword like a bare blade.
The image of the Venerable was torn apart, his two arms turned into four, and his body became hunched over again.
bass.
The divine sword was thrown out by a small hand.
There was a clang sound as it was nailed to the beam of the ancestral hall.
Another small black hand hit Ding Chuanli's chest.
With a bang, Ding Chuanli vomited blood and flew backwards, hitting the edge of the formation hard.
The monster's body had swollen tumors, and a big-headed baby actually emerged from it.
The seal in Tu Shanjun's hand was broken, and he cursed angrily: "Fuck!"
"Fucking family of three!"