Chapter 78: The Snipe and the Clam Have a Quarrel (Part 2)

  The red-robed evil cultivator's expression changed greatly as soon as he saw the black, round bead. He hastily tried to control the skull head to dodge, but the skull head itself possessed some spiritual intelligence. At this moment, it was stimulated by the flesh and blood that was about to enter its mouth, and it actually resisted the evil cultivator's control. The evil cultivator was greatly shocked and hurriedly urged his magical powers to strengthen his control.

  This delay is still in time, and the black bead hit the skull head, suddenly bursting open.

  A burst of crimson lightning exploded from the bead, engulfing an area of four square meters around it in a frenzy of extreme red light.

  The skull, shrouded in lightning, let out a high-pitched and mournful wail before falling silent. The young Taoist, who was already struggling to hold on, heard the wail and shook all over, with blood suddenly gushing out of his seven orifices. He fell backwards like a drunkard, losing control of the spirit boat which plummeted towards the ground.

  The red-clothed evil cultivator opposite him let out a pained scream as his skull was enveloped in lightning, and his chest erupted with a sizzling noise, like hot irons searing his flesh, accompanied by bursts of green smoke. Fresh blood gushed from his mouth and nose, and the Nine Sons Magic Infant connected to his heart was destroyed, leaving him severely injured.

  The red-clothed evil cultivator only lasted for a moment before falling off the flying sword.

  The two of them fought and fell, both suffering injuries, and tumbled from a height of seven or eight zhang. Although they were protected by their shield spells, they were still shaken to the core, and for a moment, neither could get up. The battlefield suddenly became quiet.

  Xiao Ziyang was also lying on his back under the stone wall at this time, with blood seeping out of his seven orifices from time to time.

  The wail that the skull had just let out, although it only reached him from a distance, was enough to wound his spirit and soul, its power was immense, even if it was just an afterwave, how could he, a mere mortal, withstand it.

  He supported himself for a moment, and then came down. At this time, for some reason, he actually started to recite the "Clear Mind and Purify Spirit Mantra" with great fortune, and suddenly a coolness enveloped his heart and spirit, gradually resisting that deadly wailing sound.

  He seemed to be on his last breath, but in fact he had already entered a state of complete absorption. The "Clear Mind and Refine Spirit Mantra" unexpectedly produced an extraordinary effect under the pressure of that wailing sound, not only protecting his heart and spirit, but also gradually repairing the damage to his heart and spirit from the beginning.

  At this time he seemed miserable, but was rapidly recovering.

  The silence on the battlefield didn't last long, a loud noise woke Xiao Ziyang up.

  It turned out that the young Taoist and the red-clothed evil cultivator had just recovered a little, and immediately summoned their magic instruments to fight each other again.

  A bone sword and a crimson flying sword. A bone shield and an eight trigrams plaque, four magical instruments dancing in the air, coming and going like wildfire.

  The young Taoist and the red-clothed evil cultivator sat cross-legged on the ground, manipulating their magical instruments while vomiting large mouthfuls of blood, with neither gaining the upper hand for a time.

  Both of them were severely injured in their minds and spirits, unable to extricate themselves, so they abandoned their flying magical instruments and sat on the ground to fight each other.

  Suddenly, the red-robed monk seemed to remember something, raised his head and let out a long whistle. Immediately, a heavy footsteps echoed through the mountain stronghold.

  The young Taoist's face turned pale at once.

  Countless dark-skinned demons surged onto the stone platform, each of them grasping four or five heavy black spears in their hands.

  These demons rushed onto the stone platform and charged towards the young Taoist priest, five or six zhang away, raising their hands to throw the spears at him fiercely.

  These javelins were made of pig iron and forged, extremely heavy, thrown by these mighty demons with all their might, more powerful than the giant crossbow for attacking cities.

  A burst of clanging sounds, and the young Taoist's earthy yellow protective shield outside his body was struck by these steel darts, flashing momentarily.

  The young Taoist's face suddenly turned extremely ugly, and he had no choice but to divert a thread of his mind, pointing at those demons with his fingers, one by one. A tiny bright spark flew out from his fingertips. These sparks seemed insignificant, but their power was extremely terrifying. Once the demons were touched by these sparks, they would immediately be burned into a puff of flying ash.

  In an instant, seven or eight demons were burned to ashes, but the young Taoist's face turned even more unsightly. Because in this moment, more than a dozen demons rushed onto the stone platform, and just by listening to the chaotic footsteps coming from all directions, it was clear that there were probably no less than a hundred demons in this mountain stronghold!

  The young Taoist's fingers moved swiftly, firing one fireball after another, turning the demons into nothing but ashes. However, his face revealed a desperate expression. Although this fireball technique was only the lowest level of magic, it didn't consume much magical energy, but in his current state, he could at most only cast over a hundred more. In other words, the demons in this camp were enough to exhaust his magical energy.

  He couldn't ignore these demons, his Earth Shield technique was powerful in defense, but with over a hundred demons and four to five hundred spears, it would be enough to break through the Earth Shield. Although he still had many Earth Shield talismans in his storage bag, at this moment, the spears were like rain, and in the instant that the shield was broken, it would be enough for these demons to pin seven or eight spears on him.

  The young Taoist killed a few more demons and suddenly let out a shrill cry, ignoring them no longer.

  His mind stirred, and the red flying sword abandoned its opponent, turning back to fly towards him.

  The red-clothed evil cultivator saw this, and a cold smile appeared on his face, as if he had long guessed his plan. He immediately gave up control of the bone shield, letting it fall to the ground.

  He patted his storage bag again and took out a bone sword, chasing after the red flying sword.

  The young Taoist priest, seeing that he could no longer gain the upper hand, had the intention of retreating.

  The Taoist had no choice but to manipulate the flying sword to counterattack, and at this time he was in a dilemma, unable to retreat. He wanted to abandon the flying sword several times and summon the Lingzhou to escape, but ultimately did not dare to do so.

  If he gave up the flying sword, his opponent's two bone swords would only need to advance separately and attack him from different sides. One of them could bypass the Bagua plate and attack him directly. Although the earth armor was solid, it could only block seven or eight swords at most, which was just a blink of an eye for the flying sword. Moreover, the Lingzhou was a flying device, not as sturdy as a defensive device. If his opponent attacked the Lingzhou, he had no guarantee that he could escape his opponent's attack range before the Lingzhou was destroyed.

  The young Daoist's face gradually revealed a desperate look. He suddenly let out a loud whistle, putting eighty percent of his heart and soul into controlling the flying sword, launching a full-force crazy attack on the red-clothed demon cultivator, apparently determined to fight to the death.

  Hongyi Mo Xiu saw this and a crazy smile appeared on his face. He manipulated the two flying swords to attack his opponent.

  The red flying sword and the bone sword were no longer entangled with each other, they crossed paths and shot towards their opponent.

  Two flying swords drew dazzling sword flowers above the two men, and in the blink of an eye, they swept across the protective shields on their opponents' bodies several times.

  "Crack!" A light sound, in the young Daoist's desperate eyes, the bone sword swept across his neck, a head flew into the sky, but it only flew a few feet high before being simultaneously pierced by two halberds and nailed to the ground.

  Just as the Taoist's head was about to be cut off, there was another soft "pop" sound. The golden shield of the red-clothed evil cultivator popped open, deflecting the final blow of the crimson flying sword. After a flicker of uncertain flashing, it suddenly burst apart.