Facing these undead spirits, Qianxu suddenly felt at a loss: "What kind of monsters are these?"

Qingji said: "What kind of monster is this? These are all monsters that died in our hands, and they have become my strength!"

"The demons retreat!" Qianxu shouted and steadied his horse. In addition to the invisible wall, a golden shadow appeared around him. He was worthy of being a disciple of the same school!

However, this was not over yet. The man kept chanting incantations, and golden runes flew out of his mouth, forming a scripture and attached to the dead souls. The dead souls were immediately wrapped in golden light.

"Broken!" Qianxu shouted again, and the scriptures on the dead spirit suddenly shone brightly. However, when the light dimmed, Xin'er's dead spirit turned into blue smoke and disappeared.

Qingji was immediately dumbfounded: "What's going on? Where is my undead spirit?"

Wang Shuo frowned slightly: "Buddhist magic has a very powerful ability to subjugate demons. To put it bluntly, the undead spirits of Qingji belong to the same category as monsters. It is normal to be afraid of Buddhist magic!"

"Then there's no way to win? I have no choice!" Qingji sighed, feeling very unhappy.

Wang Shuo also sighed: "Come down and let Meng'er come in!"

Qingji pouted and returned to his original position with great dissatisfaction: "What kind of Buddhist teachings? How can you still be like this? If you have the ability, let's have a real fight!"

Qianxu saluted Qingji as he left, and Qianqian also smiled: "The two people behind you must be careful!"

Meng'er stood up and Lan Yusheng warned her to be careful. Meng'er smiled and said, "Don't worry!"

After finishing speaking, he came to Qianxu, who once again strode forward and took a defensive posture.

Meng'er cupped her hands and said, "I agree!"

After saying this, a scroll flew out of his sleeves, and Qianxu's portrait immediately appeared above it. Then Meng'er made a secret gesture with her hands and let out a sweet cry.

A sudden blue-purple sky thunder fell from the sky, hitting Qianxu's head accurately. Powerful power was released from it, making everyone present feel their hearts skip a beat.

Qianxu was even more shocked when he was hit. The mana around his body suddenly felt weak. He looked above his head in panic. The golden bell cover that protected him had several cracks at this moment, as if it would fall off if he touched it.

"What, how can it have such terrifying power?"

Meng'er recited the curse again, and the second thunder fell, successfully penetrated Qianxu's golden bell, and landed on Qianxu's head. Qianxu suddenly felt that he had lost control of his whole body, and the numbness caused his muscles to tighten involuntarily, and his brain

The center is completely blank.

The boy fell to the ground and twitched. Several of his fellow apprentices immediately stepped forward: "Qianxu, are you okay?"

Even Qian Qian went to check it out, but fortunately, his life was not in danger.

Soon after, Qianxu woke up, sat on the ground gasping for air, and wiped the cold sweat from his head: "Such a powerful power, unheard of!"

Wang Shuo and the others looked like they were watching the fun: "Meng'er, you almost killed me!"

Meng'er said: "I deliberately kept my hand. Fellow Taoist Qianxu just experienced the feeling of thunder and lightning passing by, and there will be no damage!"

Qian Qian looked at Meng'er, clasped his hands and saluted, "Thank you to the female benefactor for showing mercy! We lost this round!"

Seeing this, the other disciples saluted together with Qian Qian, and then carried Qian Xu back to his original position. After sitting down, Qian Xu kept talking about his feelings just now, for fear that others would not know how scary Meng'er was.

At first, the six people faced Wang Shuo and the others without any pressure. After all, none of them had monsters above the tenth level of cultivation. However, after a battle, they found that these people were so unusual, and now such a powerful monster appeared again.

Meng'er suddenly felt a little unsure.

There was also Wang Shuo who took the lead and did not take action. From this point of view, Wang Shuo was even more terrifying.

Qian Qian opened his mouth and said: "Qian Qing, come here!"

Several of them had ugly faces, and the dark-skinned man stood up slowly: "Yes, ancestor!"

Qianxu said: "She needs time to cast the spell. If you are fast, you might be able to control her while she is casting the spell!"

Qianqing ignored Qianxu, but Qianqian looked at Qianxu with very stern eyes: "Be quiet!"

Qianxu shrank his neck, immediately closed his mouth, and quietly watched the fight on the ground with his fellow disciples around him.

Qianqing put his hands together and saluted Meng'er. Meng'er smiled and clasped her fists at Qianqing, and the battle between the two sides began.

Meng'er heard what Qianxu said and knew that Qianqing was fast and probably had body skills. It would not be a wise move to use the magic weapon again, so she put away the magic weapon and a dazzling electric light lit up all over her body.

Feeling the power in the electric light, Qian Qing was stunned for a while. How could a Yuanying monk cast such a powerful spell?

But he couldn't help hesitating anymore. He took out a pair of ax magic weapons, and his figure suddenly blurred on the spot. At the same time, in front of Meng'er, an ax hit her.

Before Meng'er could react, the thunder and lightning around her reacted on its own, licking the ax like a tongue. A layer of sparks immediately lit up on the ax and flew backwards.

Qian Qing appeared with a ferocious look on his face. Severe pain was felt in the hand that had originally struck Meng'er with the axe. The pain caused by the unreserved power of the blue and purple thunder and lightning introduced into his body was not comparable to the pain Qian Xu had just experienced.

Meng'er then looked at Qianqing and asked worriedly: "Are you okay?"

Qianqing fell to the ground, her whole body muscles stiff, showing an expression of extreme pain. Meng'er hurriedly cast a spell and cast a spell, which fell on Qianqing. Qianqing relaxed a lot and stood up slowly: "Thank you.

Female donor, I lose!"

After saying that, Qianqing returned to her original seat and was defeated in one round.

Qianxu saw Qianqing in such pain, and seemed to want to tell his senior brothers about the terror of the thunder and lightning, but after taking a look at Qianqian's face, he did not dare to speak.

There was only one person left on the Millennium End who had not yet entered the stage. Facing Meng'er, the remaining person's eyes were a little nervous. Seeing the appearance of the two brothers, he felt that there was no chance.

Meng'er cupped her hands and said, "There are only three more fights, so I'd better get out and leave the last one to Brother Wang!"

Qian Qian smiled and nodded, and then said to himself: "I just want to see what fellow Daoist Wang is capable of, Qian Miao, it's your turn!"

When the disciple named Qian Miao saw Meng'er's fate, his heart suddenly relaxed, but he didn't show it on his face. He said to Qian Qian: "Yes!"

Wang Shuo smiled at Meng'er who was about to die: "You don't have to leave this opportunity to me!"

Meng'er said: "If Brother Wang doesn't come on stage, I guess the old man will find a way to get you to take action. After all, he wants to learn the method of breakthrough from us!"

Wang Shuo came on stage with a smile: "Since it's my turn, I have to show my skills!"
Chapter completed!