Chapter 791 Uncle Jiu’s trump card

Here Yao Tianjun killed Qianlong.

The ninth uncle over there was suppressed by Nurhaci.

After all, Nurhaci was the ancestor of the Qing Dynasty and his strength was far beyond his descendants.

Even if the Eight Banners Army was not summoned, the Ninth Uncle was very frustrated with his indestructible body.

"Thousands of swords return to one!"

"All the world is thrown!"

Uncle Jiu had red eyes and desperately threw one powerful spell after another at Nurhaci.

However, these magical skills that once easily killed zombies from all walks of life now seem to hit stones with eggs, and they cannot even break Nurhaci's defense.

"Have you finished the fight?

I took action after the fight!"

Nurhaci looked at Uncle Jiu with a mocking look on his face.

He refused to fight back because of respect for Uncle Jiu.

But just now, he felt another descendant had been killed, and he no longer had the interest to continue playing.

He slowly raised his hand and a afterimage passed through the air.

Fast! It's really too fast!

Uncle Jiu was still desperately urging the peach wood sword in his hand, but the next second Nurhaci had already rushed to him.

The peach wood sword in his hand turned back, and Uncle Jiu roared and stabbed Nurhaci with all his strength.

But Nurhaci's hand was like a hand of nothingness that erased everything. The peach wood sword began to collapse and disintegrate as soon as it touched his palm, and eventually turned into a dusty smear.

Uncle Jiu showed a look of surprise, but there was still no fear in his eyes.

He raised his hand and slapped Nurhaci in the chest.

He lowered his head and glanced at the somewhat old hand, and Nurhaci sneered disdainfully.

"That's it?"

He also slapped back with a slap, but Uncle Jiu was like a kite with broken strings and instantly smashed into a wall.

"It's already great that you can do this. As a reward, I will give you the king after you die!"

Nurhaci raised his hand and his body was spotless. If he hadn't been too ugly, someone would have regarded him as a god.

Seeing that Uncle Jiu's figure had not walked out of the ruins for a long time, the decent people from all walks of life couldn't help but change their faces.

"You are a lie, Uncle Jiu actually lost?"

"What kind of monster is this zombie?

Even Uncle Jiu can't beat him?"

"Is it still time for me to surrender now to get a braid?"

"Get out! If you dare to go, I will kill you!"

Fortunately, at this moment, a figure finally slowly walked out of the ruins.

The Taoist robe was damaged, and its originally gray-white hair was now stained with a lot of dust.

Although he looked very embarrassed, Uncle Jiu's expression remained unchanged and he was still full of righteousness.

"How is that possible?"

"Why are you okay?"

This time it was Nurhaci's turn to be surprised.

Although he did not use all his strength in the attack just now, in his estimate, even if this palm cannot kill Uncle Jiu, the other party will definitely suffer a severe blow.

How could it be as unscathed as it is now?

Uncle Jiu chuckled and took out a talisman from his arms.

The talisman began to burn and gradually dissipate when it encountered the air.

"I forgot to tell you that I studied under Maoshan, and what the Maoshan School is best at is not those fancy Taoist techniques, but talisman techniques."

After saying that, Uncle Jiu raised his hand suddenly and pointed his sword towards the sky.

"The world is in the most extreme, and the universe borrows the magic and sets up a formation!"

As soon as he finished speaking, countless golden talismans surged into the sky from the underground, surrounding Nurhaci in a blink of an eye.

Looking at the dense talismans in the sky, a trace of fear flashed in Nurhaci's eyes, but then he suddenly burst out laughing.

"So you mean to lead me to fight you in close combat, just to lead me into this formation?"

"But...you think I'm afraid of such a random thing?"

Nurhaci raised his hand and slapped the talisman in the air.

A phantom of a big red hand emerged out of thin air. When he met the talisman, he made a loud noise of gold and iron in the air.

Looking at the talisman wall without any change, Nurhaci's expression finally began to become nervous.

"This is impossible!"

One palm after another was slapped out, and even the original deity began to bump into the formation.

But these talismans seemed to hold White Snake's purple gold bowl, and no matter how hard Nurhaci struggled, he could not escape.

"It's almost time, town!"

With another loud shout from Uncle Jiu, a talisman suddenly appeared on Nurhaci's chest.

This talisman instantly emitted a dazzling golden light.

Nurhaci, caught off guard, only felt hot all over, and instantly lost control of his body, falling to the ground from the air, not to mention how embarrassed he was.

"This is……"

Looking at the golden talisman on his chest, Nurhaci suddenly remembered the painless and itchy palm that Uncle Jiu slapped his chest before.

It turned out that this guy didn't overestimate his ability and wanted to slap me away, but took the opportunity to secretly plant talismans on me!

If you can't beat the old guy, just say it, you actually use a foolish trick, come to sneak attack, cheat, and bully an old zombie who is hundreds of years old...

No matter what, Uncle Jiu finally won a game back now.

The onlookers immediately cheered.

"Uncle Jiu Niu Pi!"

"Uncle Jiu, forever!"

However, at this moment, Uncle Jiu suddenly coughed suddenly, and a mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth.

The strength of his body dissipated and he instantly knelt down on one knee.

Nurhaci only felt that his suppression was relaxed and immediately launched a counterattack.

The overwhelming powerful force emerged from his body, and gusts of wind were stirred up at the scene.

The originally indestructible talisman wall actually began to sway, with signs of collapse.

Uncle Jiu insisted on getting up again and trying to stabilize the formation again.

But since the flaw has appeared, it is impossible for him to suppress Nurhaci again.

"Old thing, you miscalculated. Although I don't know what this formation is called, I guess with your cultivation level, you can't bear the backlash of this powerful force at all, right?"

Nurhaci was right. Uncle Jiu is now using the most powerful magic array in the Taoist sect, called the Demon-killing Formation.

The Demon-killing Formation was born from the legendary Zhuxian Formation.

Although its power is far less than that, it has a natural suppression of evil spirits like zombies, droughts and wraths.

However, even so, Uncle Jiu underestimated the loss of this magic circle to his body.

He had just suppressed Nurhaci, and he was only one step away from fully launching the Demon-killing Formation to Kill Nurhaci.

But just this step was short of his life, and his body could not bear it first, causing the formation to retreat to its original state.

Nurhaci stood up and pulled off the flesh and blood from his chest.

The picture is very cruel.

But his capture successfully destroyed the key talisman that Uncle Jiu used to suppress his power.

The torn flesh quickly recovered as before. Nurhaci glanced at the shaking talisman array and showed a ferocious face.

"You can't hold on for long. When I go out, I won't kill you immediately."

Nurhaci suddenly turned his gaze to the others who had been watching the battle.

"I will kill them in front of you and then kill you again!"

"you!"

Uncle Jiu was furious and another blood arrow was sprayed out, his face pale.
Chapter completed!