The bamboo shadow is sparse and dances.

A touch of emerald green and blue brilliance, if the bamboo shoots break the ground, rising day by day, in an instant, it will be connected to the sky, turning a gloom into a vast blue sky.

The brilliance is harvested, showing its true face, and it is actually a bamboo forest that looks out and has no wilderness.

- Shadow Bamboo!

Tough and tenacious, no matter how strong it is, there are also fragments, no matter how tough it is, there is no infinite strength, only the shadow of support, no toughness, no formlessness, no substance, no all over the void and reality, and there is no disaster of breaking the roots.

Shadow bamboo is the ancient spiritual root, not based on strength, not based on tenacity, the body is transformed in the void and reality, and it can hurt people's souls in a moment.

If you can't encompass everything between the void and the real with one blow, you can't hurt its body, and it can be said to be a kind of powerful heaven and earth spiritual thing.

Lin Sen was originally a wood spirit root qualification, and the law phase was actually this kind of pure wood spirit thing, no wonder he was so sensitive to meat and so mindful of dust.

When the shadow bamboo phase appears, the shadow is sparse and horizontal, the dark fragrance floats, the rich yin and decay in the mine seem to disappear in an instant, and the nose lingers in front of a light and distant wood spirit fragrance, the fragrance of bamboo leaves, which makes people forget the vulgar.

Under the shroud of the misty blue light, Lin Sen pinched his hands into a ring, like the bright wings of a white crane, and shook violently.

Suddenly, the wind was raging, and the bamboo leaves were flying.

The bamboo leaves, which were full of golden cilia and shimmering green all over their bodies, shook off from the entire bamboo forest and disappeared in front of their eyes, and when they reappeared, they had been inserted into the bodies of each yin soul like flying knives.

The extremely pure and pure green flower, the poisonous and filthy yin qi, the two natural-for-tat can not coexist, after a moment of struggle, all the bamboo leaves and the yin qi in the body of the yin soul are dispersed, suddenly into an empty shell, and instantly disintegrate.

Lin Sen had been preparing for so long, and the power of the Faxiang Spirit Technique that he had just unleashed was naturally more than that.

When his hands shook away, he did not retract, but took advantage of the stretching momentum, and the ten fingers waved and rotated like playing a piano and stroking a kite, and with his movements, all the bamboo shadows seemed to have life, stretching and extending, as if they were endlessly swimming towards the yin spirits gathered in the distance.

When it touches the ghost, the bamboo shadow suddenly invigorates, or penetrates and penetrates, or winds and whips, like a group of demons dancing and whipping the earth, and in an instant, everywhere the bamboo shadow reaches, the ghost is gone.

Except for Wang Xinling and Ying Ning, who had no combat effectiveness and were protected by everyone in the middle, the remaining five people each performed their own tricks, but after a while, the ghosts who died under their hands were nearly a thousand.

But the faces of the crowd, instead of showing their smugness, sank like water and slowly retreated.

After some killing, the Yin Spirits in front of him still swarmed forward, showing no signs of being weakened or reduced at all, as if they were endless.

The back road is blocked, surrounded on all sides, these ghosts are as if someone is commanding them, and if they don't sound, they are already a blockbuster, and once they are activated, they will not leave the slightest retreat for everyone.

A group of seven people had to fight and leave under the guidance of Wang Xinling, and I don't know how long it took, the sound of ghosts crying and wolf howls was chaotic, and the sound of spells whistling and roaring was filled, so they turned around and retreated from the tunnel, and fought until they reached a large cave, only to stop suddenly, but it was not that the ghost stopped attacking, but that there was no way forward.

So far, although everyone has consumed a lot of spiritual power, no one has been injured, and even Wang Xinling, who has the weakest combat power, has killed a few fish that have slipped through the net.

This made everyone's hearts rejoice and be surprised.

It stands to reason that such a number of Yin Souls is enough to bulldoze a small sect, although everyone is not weak, but if it is said that they want to compete with a small sect, it is absolutely impossible.

But this is the case, although the ghost is like a tide, there is no pause for a moment, but it can't help but get a few people in front of him, which exudes a strange smell.

After fighting for so long, everyone also found some strange things. The real Yin Soul strength should be far more than that, these things in front of him, slow and stiff, no magic powers, it seems that the only means of attack is to fit and pounce, relying on the Yin Qi in the body to erode and injure the enemy.

Although they had doubts in their hearts, everyone didn't even have time to mutter, and they just hurriedly released their means to kill the endless ghosts one by one in front of them.

At this point in the battle, the Strange Objects Zhi was no longer held by Zhang Fan in his hands, but floated near his left, up and down with Zhang Fan's mind turning page by page, releasing spells that destroyed the surname one by one.

At the last moment, there was a thunderbolt bursting out of the sky, and the next moment, with the turning of the pages, a fire arrow appeared, but instead of shooting directly, it circled around and hit the ground not far behind Zhang Fan, and went straight in.

The sound of "whoop" sounded, accompanied by the sound of ghosts crying, such things have happened countless times, and everyone from the initial amazement to the current habitual,

The one who was killed by the fire arrow in the ground was the strongest among the Yin Spirits, and it was also the one who first appeared and attacked Zhang Fan. They have more ability to penetrate walls than ordinary ghosts, and their attack positions are uncertain, flickering up and down, left and right, that is, they can cause some trouble to everyone.

But although the yin spirit in front of him is weak, but after fighting so far, the fatigue of a ** still overwhelms the whole body.

It is a simple truth that ants bite and kill elephants, but only when you really face such a situation can you truly experience that kind of torment and horror.

It can't go on like this, Zhang Fan's mind turned sharply and he thought about countermeasures. Although these yin spirits are not very lethal, they can't be killed, and when everyone's spiritual power is exhausted in the end, isn't it meat on the chopping board?

While thinking about it, he didn't let his guard down, and a fireball suddenly shot out from the Strange Things, hitting it straight up, turning a ghost that poked its head out of the top of the cave into a puff of green smoke!

Could it be that Zhang Fan, who was still a little careless, suddenly condensed his eyes when he saw this ghost, and he speculated in his heart.

The scene of entering this mine flashed before my eyes, and finally froze at the moment when the first ghost appeared.

But in an instant, he suddenly woke up, looked around the four walls of the big cave, and then shouted: "Something is wrong, don't fight, go." ”

Before the words fell, the flames burst out.

Zhang Fan's whole person was like a burning human-shaped torch, stepping forward with a mysterious trajectory, and the flaming red lotus bloomed one by one.

Step by step, lotus flowers, pure world flames.

As far as the light could see, the surrounding ghosts seemed to be exposed to the fiercest sunlight in an instant, avoiding each other, wailing and retreating quickly. However, in the time of two or three breaths, all the yin souls that could not be avoided turned into green smoke. Even if it dodges quickly, it can't help but shrink a few times, and its body size has changed from the size of an adult to the size of a **-year-old child.

At this time, Zhang Fan didn't have time to check the results of the battle, and urging the flames so violently was not a small burden on himself, and he gasped a few times before he calmed down the agitated qi and blood a little.

Then, his eyes narrowed slightly, and the shadows of Wang Xinling and Ying Ning were reflected in the dark eyes.

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