Chapter 1148 A Fierce Battle.

Yan Hui Valley.

Zhao clan's great immortal temple.

Yin Qi spread out and the entire temple seemed to be covered with a layer of gray-black gauze. It was dark and cold.

Grey-black Frost quietly condensed on the ground.

Fu xuanxu stood in the air, his hands constantly making complicated hand seals. He was surrounded by yellow-brown talismans, and countless mysterious cloud banners were constantly wriggling and intertwining on the talismans. Invisible forces crisscrossed, forming a small defensive array with clear light.

In front, behind, left, right, and even under his head and feet, there were all kinds of strange-shaped ghosts with strong Yin Qi.

"Hehe ... Hehehe ... Hehe ..."

The shrill and ear-piercing laughter continued, and pairs of malicious eyes stared straight at Fu xuanxu. The ghosts circled him quickly, and the soul-shaking shrieks were like a tide, attacking the talisman array wave after wave.

The talismans floated in the air and glowed like water.

The ghosts 'faces were ferocious, and the malice in their eyes was even deeper. It was as if they would rush forward and tear Fu xuanxu into pieces in the next moment.

As they attacked crazily, the traces of the cloud Phoenix quickly faded and faded. In a flash, a talisman that had almost disappeared from the cloud Phoenix was ignited with a raging flame.

Fu xuanxu was expressionless. He took out a talisman from his storage bag with one hand and quickly added it.

Soon, another talisman was about to be used up.

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As the ghosts attacked tirelessly, the talismans burned quickly, and Fu xuanxu was gradually unable to fill the gap in time.

The thick Yin Qi seemed to have noticed the flaw and rushed into the formation, quickly eroding it.

Immediately, the cloud on a few talismans that could have lasted a little longer quickly faded, and the effectiveness of the entire talisman formation suddenly dropped by a large margin.

"Hehe ... Hehehe ... Hehehe ... Hehehehe ..."

The ghostly figures all raised their heads and let out hysterical, sharp laughter. Yin energy that seemed to have substance surged and madly struck the entire formation.

After a short stalemate, the broken formation could not hold on any longer. All the talismans instantly burned and turned into ashes in the blink of an eye.

Seeing that the talisman matrix had disappeared, the ghosts suddenly showed a ferocious and terrifying expression and rushed toward Fu xuanxu.

At the same time, Fu xuanxu's hand gesture was finally completed. Two fingers of his right hand were placed in front of his chest, and the palm of his left hand was facing the sky, as if holding an empty space. Suddenly, his palm turned and pressed down with force.

In an instant, the shadow of a huge Green Mountain appeared from the void and smashed towards the ghost.

The violent wind tore everything in sight, and the mountains fell rapidly with a majestic momentum. It was unstoppable, as if the entire Zhao clan's great Celestial Temple was going to be crushed into powder!

BOOM!

All the ghostly creatures that rushed up were smashed by the Green Mountain.

The ground trembled, but the great Zhao Celestial Temple didn't move at all. Not even a single brick was broken.

Fu xuanxu frowned. This temple was guarded by a ghost at the divine transformation realm!

Otherwise, his attack would have razed the entire temple and the nearby land to the ground!

At this moment, the Green Mountains slowly dissipated. More than half of the ghosts that had been struck down had dissipated and turned into wisps of black gas that instantly merged into the bodies of the remaining ghosts.

The aura of the remaining ghosts instantly rose and became stronger. They raised their heads, let out furious roars, and continued to pounce on Fu xuanxu.

Fu xuanxu was still standing in the air. He pushed out his palm, and a huge light green palm print swept across the field, instantly blasting several fierce ghostly creatures away.

Before he could even catch his breath, several greenish-black tentacles suddenly shot out from behind him and instantly wrapped around Fu xuanxu's limbs.

The rest of the ghosts swarmed up and attacked Fu xuanxu with all kinds of attacks.

Fu xuanxu snorted coldly and activated [ vipralopa stage immortal cultivator ] in an instant, breaking all the tentacles. Then, he pressed his hands down, and five smaller mountains fell with a loud bang ...

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

The tide-like ghostly figures continued to dissipate, turning into wisps of black gas and fusing into the bodies of their surviving companions.

As time passed, the number of ghostly beings remaining decreased ...

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Zhao clan's great immortal temple.

On the square table in front of the shrine, pots of offerings were constantly gushing out blood. It was like the mouth of a blood spring, and the blood seemed endless.

The night was vast and dark.

Zhongkui yueji stood on the empty ground under the shrine. Behind him, a Dharma form was slowly rising.

The Dharma form was tall, dressed in a high-sounding robe, with a long sword hanging from his waist. Nine strings of Pearl pearls hung in front of his chest, blocking his face. He was graceful, majestic, noble, and bright, like a monarch descending.

At this moment, fa Xiang's right hand was on the hilt of the sword at his waist. He stretched out his left hand, and his huge palm grabbed at the ghosts that were charging at him from all directions.

The ghostly figure shrieked and instantly disappeared into the surrounding darkness.

The giant hand grabbed nothing.

At this moment, Crimson tongues covered in thorns suddenly stretched out from the darkness and wrapped around the Dharma form.

A light golden flame started to burn around fa Xiang's body.

The flame was as bright as the sun, and it instantly burned off all of Empress Chunjing's tongues.

In the darkness, the shrill screams of ghosts could be heard.

Fa Xiang didn't hesitate. He struck his palm in the direction of the scream.

BOOM!

The ghostly wail came to an abrupt end. As the dust and smoke scattered, the earth trembled violently.

Fa Xiang slowly moved his palm away, only to see that in the darkness, there were wisps of darkness slowly drifting away.

The intense hatred within it had already been burned away by the faint golden flames on fa Xiang's body.

In the next moment, the flames around the FA Xiang suddenly soared and exploded!

There was no sound, no devastation, as if a small sun had risen into the sky.

The sudden burst of strong light completely illuminated the originally Dark Temple. For a moment, it was as if it was daytime, and every detail could be seen.

All the ghosts hidden in the shadows had nowhere to hide. They screamed and retreated, instinctively disgusted by the light.

Without any hesitation, the final sunflower jumped over the thorn. &Quot; hum! &Quot;

Fa Xiang drew the long sword at his waist and immediately attacked the ghosts ...

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The night was dark, and the incense was burning.

The green smoke rolled and dispersed.

Ning Wuye held a flying sword in his hand, surrounded by sword Qi. The sword intent on his body was piercingly cold and majestic. Even though his sleeves were stained with blood, his aura did not decrease. Instead, it increased. His entire person was like a famous sword in the heat of battle, showing off its edge!

Right now, the entire Zhao clan's great Celestial Temple was filled with crisscrossing sword wills.

In front of him, the God statue had revealed its true form.

It was a tall and burly ghostly creature with a green face and fangs. It had eight arms on its back, and its chest and abdomen were filled with Crimson eyes. Its entire body was filled with a brutal, violent, and bloodthirsty aura.

It was the "Xi"!