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Chapter 1,247 Sacrifice to the Spirit!

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    The ghost shadow has its own yin energy, which is the unique aura of the underworld.  The yin energy will affect the vitality, causing the sacrificial spirit to be unable to find vitality from the anger.

    This is the basis for Zhang Zhihuan¡¯s suspicion of ghosts.

    But the ghost didn¡¯t reply, not even a glance, because his eyes were gone, leaving only two dark holes.

    And there was a long sword stuck diagonally on the ghost's head, the blade went straight through his head, the tip of the sword pointed downwards diagonally at his shoulder, and most of the sword's body was pressed against his head.

    Such an extremely strange appearance made Zhang Zhihuan dare not take action several times.

    "Huhu"

    It was windy, and the wind suddenly started blowing in the garden where the Butian Pavilion was used to worship the spirits.

    ?????????????????????? And it¡¯s still an extremely unusual wind, like a gust of wind that is killing people and stealing souls, carrying extremely broken paths that are convoluting wantonly, but it is heading towards the spirit-sacrifice gourd vine.

    Zhang Zhihuan suddenly became nervous and hurriedly used his sword skills to spread out the sword array to protect the spirit from the wind.

    However, he overestimated his own strength. The sword light was 30,000 feet long and the sword shadow was 1,000 heavy. Although the entire garden was instantly enveloped by the sword net, the extremely strange wind was pervasive and penetrated the sword in an instant.  The net rolled towards the spirit-sacrifice gourd vine.

    "Whoops!"

    The next moment, the gourd vine that had been lying on the ground sickly suddenly jumped up!

    Yes, it just jumped up, like a green snake, lifted seven inches high from the ground, an extremely bright divine light burst out from the tip of the gourd vine, and the wind that shattered the principles  Crash together.

    "Boom!"

    The collision of two completely different forces did not make a big sound, probably because of the garden, which seemed to isolate the outside world and attenuate the sounds inside, so that the entire night sky was bright, but there was only a trace of sound.  outgoing.

    Zhang Zhihuan looked at the sacrificial spirit with sweating profusely, only to see that the already sick sacrificial spirit looked even more defeated after fighting off the wind!

    Its essence is passing away!

    Then, Zhang Zhihuan saw that the essence in the entire garden was passing away at an alarming speed, as if there was a strange force in this world that was constantly absorbing the essence!

    "How could this happen!" Zhang Zhihuan was completely panicked, because the sacrifice of spirits is so important to Butian Pavilion!

    "Ten Thousand Swords Formation!"

    I saw Zhang Zhihuan roaring angrily, and the sword blade in his hand flew into the sky, transforming into thousands of sword shadows in the void, bright and eye-catching, and a majestic aura slowly emerged from the sword array.

    Then, Zhang Zhihuan's hands changed into seals, and the sword array in the void immediately pressed down. At this moment, the Tao of Heaven and Earth seemed to be squeezed and fled all over the world. All the auras in the void followed the downward pressure of the sword array.  Keep falling.

    "Boom!"

    At this time, there was a muffled sound of thunder, coming from the Ten Thousand Sword Formation. It was like thunder rolling through it, and it was like the sword formation was being hit by a huge impact, and energy fluctuations began to sweep across it.

    The next moment, a "ding" sound was heard from the void, and the Ten Thousand Sword Formation immediately collapsed, and a majestic force immediately squeezed out from the void, leaning on the spirit-sacrifice gourd vines.

    "No!"

    Zhang Zhihuan shouted, clenching his palms tightly, the sword flying across the sky, a sword light destroying the sky and the earth, trying to break through the huge force.

    However, when the sword light hit, it was like hitting a huge iron plate, making a dull sound of "dong". The huge force swept across, and the spirit-sacrifice gourd vine was immediately entangled and squeezed. How could the already-unbearable spirit-sacrifice vine be able to withstand it?  Under such torture, countless essences flew into the air and disappeared.  (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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