Yang Yifei narrowed his eyes slightly and said slowly: "Take a sneak attack and plot against others? Well, are you ready now?"

Bai Duzi was stunned when he heard this, not understanding why. On the right path, Cang Songtian Buyi and others were all moved, and they looked at Yang Yifei with a divine light in their eyes.

These hundred poisonous sons Duanmu Tie are all old monsters who became famous a hundred years ago, and they dare not even look down on them. If it weren't for Wan Jianyi, they might not have been able to win steadily.

But Yang Yifei seemed to have not taken Bai Duzi seriously at all. Judging from his flash attack just now and Bi Yao's Taoist Dharma, he was not ignorant and arrogant, but was extremely confident in his Taoist Dharma.

Seeing that Bai Duzi was not speaking, Yang Yifei said to himself: "Since I don't speak, I will think you are ready."

After saying that, without any hesitation, he raised his hand and pointed at Bai Duzi. The curse of the Necromancer "deeper damage" had already enveloped Bai Duzi without any awareness.

The next moment, the ice-tip pillar that had just frozen the old blood-sucking demon into an ice sculpture took action again and flew out from his palm.

The faces of the people in the Demon Sect standing together changed slightly. They had seen the power of this move with their own eyes just now. The Ghost King shouted: "Everyone dispersed."

When the people of the Demon Sect heard this, they immediately dispersed and avoided the flight trajectory of the Ice-Sharp Column.

The Ghost King, Qinglong, and Xiaoliu were even more dodging far away. It was time to kill people with a knife. It didn't matter whether it was killed by others or Yang Yifei.

By killing Yang Yifei, he can also increase his reputation in the right path. They all know that Yang Yifei's magic power is often a large-scale attack so that he can do more far.

Yang Yifei didn't care about the others, and only stared at Bai Duzi. His reason was very good because the other party provoked him.

Ice-sharp pillars were shot out one after another, and in an instant, they sealed all the directions that Bai Poisons could dodge. As mentioned before, even if they used magic to fight the enemy, they would not be blindly putting it around. There was also combat wisdom in it.

Bai Duzi saw that he could not avoid it, and his hands shook, and a two-meter red banner was sacrificed by him. In an instant, the wind blew and the ghost energy was trembling.

I heard a roar, and the red light was soaring. The sound of ghosts crying came out of nowhere, as if countless resentful spirits were crying at night, and there were also faint sounds of bones in between, which was shocked to hear.

Zhang Xiaofan's face changed drastically, and he pointed at the long banner with wide eyes wide open and shouted: "Poison Blood Banner, the man in black back then was... no, no, the man in black is a normal figure, not you, but it must have something to do with you."

When most people heard Zhang Xiaofan's words, they didn't understand why, and they were inexplicably surprised, even including Bai Duzi himself.

Because only the Poison God knows about Cangsong, this is also for the sake of absolute confidentiality and no information is disclosed.

However, Tian Buyi and Su Ru understood what Zhang Xiaofan meant and stared at the poisonous blood banner that Bai Poison Zi sacrificed.

There was a very critical figure in the Caomiao Village incident back then, the man in black who used the Poison Blood Banner to summon the Poison Blood Corpse King.

At that time, Zhang Xiaofan heard Puzhi shout out the name of the "Poison Blood Banner", and he would never forget the scene of the Poison Blood Corpse King showing off his crime in his life.

When I saw this poisonous blood banner, the memory that seemed to be yesterday immediately surged into my mind, staring at Bai Pozi with red eyes.

Cang Song, who was beside him, his face was gloomy and his eyes flashed. He thought to himself: "This Bai Poison Son would be better off today. Otherwise, let him die here! Otherwise..."

"Puff puff puff"

After Bai Poison Zi sacrificed the Poison Blood Banner, a hideous ghost face suddenly appeared from the blood-colored red banner, with triangular four eyes and sharp teeth.

"Crack, Crack..." As the bones sounded, the four eyes on the grimace suddenly opened, then turned into entities, rushed out of the banner, and rushed towards Yang Yifei with endless blood, and ignored the ice-sharp pillar that shot towards him.

"puff"

The ice spike hit the Poison Blood Corpse King, and immediately covered it with a dark blue color. The Poison Blood Corpse King's speed decreased, and his movements seemed a little stiffer, but they were not frozen.

Yang Yifei sneered. This poisonous blood corpse king is also a kind of undead creature. The ice magic does not harm it enough, but he is too good at dealing with undead creatures!

Everyone saw Yang Yifei calmly reaching out to grab the void in front of him, and a short staff with a strange shape appeared in his hand.

Du Bishu was stunned when he saw this and murmured: "Huh? I remember Brother Yang's magic weapon doesn't look like this! Could it be another magic weapon?"

After holding the Paladin's exclusive weapon "Griswald's Redemption" in his hand, Yang Yifei pointed at the Poison Blood Corpse King in front of him, and a bright but not dazzling soft white light condensed on the head of the stick, and a sea urchin-shaped light ball the size of a human head quickly took shape.

The light ball quickly left the head of the stick and rushed towards the Poison Blood Corpse King who had already pounced three feet in front of him.

This seemingly gentle light ball hit the chest of the Poison Blood Corpse King. The Poison Blood Corpse King flew backwards. The Poison Blood Corpse King hit the point where the light ball hit, and blue smoke came out, as if boiling oil poured onto the flesh and blood body.

"Roar..."

The Poison Blood Corpse King seemed to have suffered a great injury, and a shrill roar was heard. Bai Duzi was shocked and hurriedly activated the Poison Blood Banner. A red light hit the Poison Blood Corpse King. The damage caused by the Holy Light Bull recovered immediately.

For magicians, distance is life. Although this does not apply to Yang Yifei, he is also willing to follow the magician's fighting rules.

After the distance was pulled back, Yang Yifei retracted his right hand, clenched his fist with his left hand, and punched the Poison Blood Corpse King who had just stopped.

“Buzz…”

The sky was bright again, and everyone subconsciously looked up at the sky, and saw a huge white light fist that had seen once before falling from the sky, falling impartially on the King of Poison Blood Corpse.

The light ball that caused huge damage to the Poison Blood Corpse King was now spreading like a tide from the exploded light fist and rushed towards the righteous monks around.

Everyone's faces changed drastically and they hurriedly retreated. Tian Buyi and others even gathered their body-protecting spiritual power, ready to block the attack for the disciples behind them.

Bi Yao suddenly stepped forward a few steps and said, "Uncle Tian, ​​this light ball does not need to be blocked. For living people, this light ball has unparalleled healing and curing effects, but for ghosts and ghosts, it is like a deadly poison. Look."

As she said that, she took the initiative to meet a few light balls and let them hit her. After seeing the light balls hit Biyao, everyone immediately turned into a soft white light to cover her whole body. Biyao not only did not look any pain, but her face showed a sense of comfort.
Chapter completed!