Virtue is Abundant

A monster is entrenched on the roof of the palace.

It was a huge, human-faced spider.

It has eight symmetrical eyes, neatly arranged in the front of the head, which open and close from time to time to observe the surrounding situation.

"The battle must be resolved as soon as possible. It has eaten too many souls and is evolving." Baihu said.

"Evolution...what will happen?" Wu Xiaode asked.

"Did you see those green silk threads?" Baihu said.

I saw two slender short legs protruding from the abdomen of this soul mourner, twisting and twisting back and forth, weaving long green threads that are looming.

"I see." Wu Xiaode said.

"This is a spider thread of a higher level. When it evolves, those silk threads will become a web, covering it in all directions, and it will find anything close to it." Baihu said.

"That's really troublesome..." Wu Xiaode murmured.

At this time, he and Baihu were standing on a street corner hundreds of meters away, squatting on a towering tree with luxuriant branches, looking at the monster on the palace from a distance——

The mourner of the soul.

"With our distance, we should be out of its attack range." Wu Xiaode asked.

"With a distance of nearly 400 meters, as long as it is not aimed at us, it will not be able to hit us." Baihu said.

"very good."

Wu Xiaode thought about it.

A pair of magic hands suddenly appeared in the void.

"How?" Baihu asked.

"Which of the ghosts collected just now can deal with this spider?" Wu Xiaode asked.

"You can injure it along the way, but you have to remember that it is actually a 'Reaper', and it can use the ability of 'Reaper' to fight at any time. If that's the case, the damage these ghosts can do to it is nothing." Bai Hu explained seriously.

"What about inside it?" Wu Xiaode asked.

"What?" Bai Hu thought he didn't hear clearly.

"I said - if you enter its body and attack, can you kill it?" Wu Xiaode asked.

"...in the body, then the several monsters we collected just now can put him to death." Baihu said.

"I'll try." Wu Xiaode said.

"How do you try? Can you transform into a male magic spider?" Bai Hu asked with interest.

"What are you thinking?" Wu Xiaode asked puzzled.

"You're not—"

"Ah, so there is something wrong with you."

"You're not right, what did you mean just now?"

"That's what it means."

Wu Xiaode stood motionless on the branch, and quietly lowered his two magic hands, staying in front of the white tiger.

"Put the ghost on it." Wu Xiaode said.

"...The place is too small to stand enough." Baihu said.

"They're all monsters, pick the one with the biggest strength and size to stand on the bottom, and pile the others up." Wu Xiaode said.

"Try it." Baihu said helplessly.

A two-horned monster with a human head and a deer body five meters in length was released. Its front two feet stepped on one demon's hand, and its rear two feet together stepped on the other demon's hand.

"Keep your balance, don't move, continue to release the ghosts." Wu Xiaode said.

The white tiger summoned a group of winged winged demons, and let them all squat on the back of the monster with a head and a deer body, and summoned all the snake demons, all hanging on the pair of horns.

The human-shaped monsters occupy the butt part of the deer-body monster. To save space, they embrace each other, posing in various poses like juggling, layer upon layer.

At the neck of the deer-body monster, a demon ape hugged its neck tightly, and its feet were grabbed by the second demon ape. By analogy, there were seven demon apes circling around its neck without moving.

The monster with a human head and a deer body shook its body.

"What happened to it?" Wu Xiaode asked.

"It's too full, and your hand is shaking a little, it's a bit difficult to balance." Baihu said.

"Then I'll let the magic hand fly a little more steadily."

Wu Xiaode made a gesture.

Immediately, the two demonic hands supported the deer-bodied monster and all kinds of monsters coiled tens of meters high on its back, and flew towards the soul mourner in a slow and firm manner.

It flew for four full minutes.

Under the shroud of the magic mist, the monster finally flew above the magic spider.

The fog filled the air.

It is intangible and invisible, and it is released everywhere, even covering the souls of the dead.

"Attack?" Baihu asked.

"I first, you later, are you ready?" Wu Xiaode said.

"Ready." Baihu said.

Wu Xiaode stared at the soul prayer, and thought——

I saw the two magic hands in mid-air disappeared.

They appeared directly on the back of that giant demon spider, embracing each other, with their fingertips pointing down, forming a dark black sword shadow out of thin air!

As a pair of dirty hands, they can replace Wu Xiaode to attack.

For example, Iron Wire Fist, Fengxue Duxing's sword technique, and Changyue Shuying's sword technique.

It's just that Wu Xiaode didn't fully grasp "Changyue Shuying".

Therefore, this style of swordsmanship was displayed in a prototype——

But its power is still not to be underestimated!

The soul prayer was concentrating on weaving the long green thread when a black sword suddenly appeared on his back.

Caught off guard, the sword shadow cut a deep gash in its back like a swift thunderbolt.

The two magic hands disappeared.

"Hey——"

The soul prayer burst out a cry full of pain.

However, it didn't have time to do anything other than scream, and those ghosts fell down one after another.

Those snakes took the lead in getting into its flesh and blood, and swam towards the depths of its body.

Then there are all kinds of insect demons.

As soon as they fell into the wound, they immediately began to bite the flesh of the wound.

At this time, the demon with the head of a deer and the body of a deer fell down.

It got into the nerubian's body, rolled wildly, threw out all the monsters left on its body, and stuck to the flesh and blood to destroy it with all its strength.

The devil spider wanted to deploy layers of defense several times, but it was throbbing in pain, and couldn't help rolling down from the roof of the palace.

However, a voice suddenly sounded in its body:

"Such a shameless sneak attack must be you, the owner of the death ability."

——This is the voice of Death!

Wu Xiaode tightly shut his mouth, not saying a word.

When the god of death is attached to the body of an ordinary human officer, it can display a terrifying combat power from the human body.

Now it is possessed by a powerful monster!

Once it finds its place, it may not be able to block its attack.

He patted the white tiger.

Without hesitation, the white tiger pressed its paws towards the void——

boom!

More ghosts showed their figures, circled in the silent magic mist, and attacked the magic spider from behind!

"It's useless, death is just the beginning of the power explosion of this demon body..."

The voice of the god of death sounded from the stomach of the devil spider.

It didn't defend at all, it just hunted and killed the ghosts one by one.

The battle began into a one-sided carnage.

But since the devil spider is not fortified, the ghosts can also cause some damage to it.

Coupled with the shocking wound on its back——

The whole body of this soul praying man began to turn gray and white.

"It's going to die." Wu Xiaode said.

"But it doesn't care about it," the white tiger pondered. "It's not afraid of death at all. After death, it should still be able to use all the power of that demon spider, and even add its power as a 'death'."

"Don't think so much, it doesn't know your existence, so get ready—"

Wu Xiaode reminded: "When it dies, see if it can turn the spider into a ghost."

"En." The white tiger stared at the magic spider and said.

some moment.

The huge demon spider turned completely gray.

It's on its deathbed!

The white tiger jumped off the tree, and quickly ran towards the magic spider.

——We must grab that last moment!

The voice of the god of death was like howling winds, spreading far away:

"As I said before, death is meaningless to me. I can increase all the combat power in this body several times."

"Get out and die!"

The voice fell.

Green silk threads burst out from the demon spider's body, sweeping and spreading in all directions.

A huge funnel-shaped spider web formation was formed.

All the moving ghosts in the surrounding area were all stuck by this spider web and could no longer attack.

Seeing this, the white tiger retreated tens of meters immediately.

"Damn it, its vitality is about to be completely cut off, but the power of the god of death is on that spider web, so I dare not go up it!"

It anxiously transmitted the voice.

Wu Xiaode looked at the soul prayer, and saw that its body was already covered in dead gray, its limbs curled up into a ball, almost motionless.

——Isn’t this just dying?

But the skills released from it are even more powerful.

Perhaps the god of death didn't even realize that this move successfully prevented the white tiger from competing with it for control of its body.

No, we must find a way to get the white tiger to approach.

It's about everything!

Method--

any idea?

only one!

Wu Xiaode's expression became solemn, and bursts of killing intent emanated from his heart.

The moment he made up his mind——

Bronze arms began to emerge in the void.

They lined up in clusters and flew in the direction of the giant spider.

"Bai, as soon as I make a move, you immediately control the spider's body."

Wu Xiaode said via voice transmission.

The white tiger shook his head and sighed: "What kind of attack do you want to use? It's useless, its hand is really powerful, there is no—"

Its words did not go on.

Because a strange fluctuation began to emerge in the void.

The power driven by this fluctuation made Baihu stunned in place in surprise.

The god of death also noticed it, and said disdainfully:

"Is it the sword technique just now? It's just an extra wound, it's completely useless to me!"

Wu Xiaode pursed his lips and said nothing.

——It was indeed the swordsmanship just now.

But not one hand, but a thousand hands!

It's like many things.

for example--

An ant, no one cares.

What about a colony of man-eating ants?

Quantitative changes will quietly turn into qualitative changes.

Just like this sword pose!

Although this move will consume all soul power, it has an unimaginable power.

Wu Xiaode carefully released the power of the move he had mastered, allowing all the steps to manifest.

some moment.

He closed his eyes slightly and murmured in a low voice:

"Reminiscing about drinking on the Wuqiao Bridge in the past,

Most of the people sitting in the middle are heroes.

The long ditch flows and the moon goes silently,

In the shadow of apricot blossoms,

Play the flute till dawn. "

Before the words were finished, the Book of the Undead suddenly opened, revealing lines of small words written in ice crystals:

"You have adjusted Qianshou to a violent killing state."

"All soul power exhausted."

"Attention, you are about to release that sword technique!"

The void exploded.

In the endless mist, densely packed bronze hands stood in mid-air, arranged in a long row, encircling the sky of the entire imperial palace.

All the hands of bronze point to swords.

Sword qi soared from the metal fingers, roaring and cutting through the air, winding, connecting and converging with each other in the sky.

The entire sky turned blue.

——There is no end to the blue color, nor is there any end to the sword energy.

This is the boundless sea of ​​sword energy!

Even though the soul power is not enough to use this sword, but relying on the overlapping of the sword style of a thousand moves, all the incompletes can be integrated in the blending of each other, barely possessing the basic power of this move.

Wu Xiaode opened his eyes and roared with all his strength:

"Cut me off!!!"

The sky shook.

All the green lights converged into a majestic sword shadow piercing the sky, pointing directly at the giant spider on the ground.

The voice of death came from within the spider:

"You don't want to deal with me, I'm—"

The sky and the earth flickered.

The shadow of the sword fell like the moon, turning into scattered shadows.

The world became silent.

The wind was like a turbulent current, blowing away the entire palace and all surrounding buildings.

The dead man of the soul tried his best to release the green silk thread, which condensed into a large flexible shield out of thin air.

It wasn't until this moment that the sound of the sword that cut everything broke out.

boom! ! !

The earth turned into gravel, and all the ruins of buildings flowed back into the sky like a waterfall.

At this moment, the large shield of the demon spider looked extremely ridiculous.

It only persisted for less than a second before it collapsed.

The demon spider let out a high-pitched scream.

It seemed to have been cut into pieces by thousands of knives, and the flesh and blood on its body flowed back towards the sky with the sword energy.

"Bai! Take advantage of this time!"

Wu Xiaode roared loudly.

"I am coming!"

With a roar, the white tiger rushed forward, leaped high, lay down on the skeleton of the spider, and opened its mouth to bite the skeleton of the spider fiercely.

The art of ghosts——

launch!