Deer seeks fairyland

Chapter 214

Liu Xiaolu looked at the corpses of the two Xu family cultivators outside the mask, and stroked his chest with lingering fear.

The high-grade defensive magic weapon bracelet on the girl's slender wrist has dimmed its light at this moment. If she hadn't used a golden light talisman decisively just now, otherwise, I don't know if a high-grade defensive magic weapon alone can stop the strange attack. mist.

Obviously both are high-grade magic weapons, but after Hu Ruyuan's rear earthen bell blocked a cloud of black mist for Hu Rujue, no obvious damage can be seen, and it is still guarding him with light at this moment.

Comparing the two, Daojiao Liu Xiaolu couldn't help feeling a little envious.

The defensive power of the earth attribute magic weapon is indeed incomparable to other attributes.

The water array arranged by the Mohist monks has officially started, and the three Mohist teenagers are sitting cross-legged on the three eyes of the formation in a triangular shape at the moment.

Liu Xiaolu glanced at the radiant blue mask above his head, and couldn't help feeling a little weird in his heart.

Unexpectedly, this trap originally specially prepared for the one-horned salamander has become a shelter for everyone.

The one-horned salamander who was awakened shook his pimple-covered triangular head, his two huge vertical stripes were shining coldly, he stretched his neck, bent his thick and short forelimbs, and opened his bloody mouth wide open. There was a hoarse growl from everyone in the audience.

"hiss!"

The air wave created by that roar swept through the cave like a hurricane.

Fortunately, Liu Xiaolu and the others were protected by the formation, so the torrential weather wave did not cause any harm to everyone except ripples on the blue mask formed by the formation.

But the black-robed man who stepped on the flying sword was only focused on chasing Liu Xiaolu and the others. Before he noticed it, he was blown backwards twice in the air by the strong wind. It also fell down.

To Liu Xiaolu's surprise, the face of the foundation-building cultivator hidden under the cloak was not as old as his voice at all, and his fair, pink, fleshy face seemed to be a few years younger than himself.

The black-robed monk flipped twice in the air, quickly stabilized his figure, and landed lightly on the ground. He didn't bother to care about the young monks who were huddled in the formation, but looked at the young monks with some annoyance. The one-horned salamander whose head has stood up.

"Beasts die!"

The black-robed monk let out a low cry, swung his wide sleeves and slammed it in the direction of the Salamander, and the black flying sword quietly suspended behind him pierced like an arrow from a string.

The sudden attack forced the One-horned Salamander, who had already been attracted by the blue light mask exuding water-attribute spiritual power, to turn around.

I saw the strange red lines all over its body suddenly lit up, and the wide skin membrane stacked on the neck opened up like a giant umbrella, and the big flat mouth opened slightly, and suddenly sprayed out of it. There was a large red hot flame.

Under the impact of the flames, the black flying sword was instantly engulfed, and the layer of black mist on its surface melted as quickly as ice and snow.

As the spiritual power on the flying sword was eroded in an instant, the young black-robed cultivator showed a bit of pain on his face, and hurriedly stretched out his hand. The black flying sword was called back.

A black mist shield was set up outside the body, and the small toes lightly tapped on the ground, and the thin body flew seven or eight feet backward.

After a few breaths, the raging flames from the One-horned Salamander's mouth stopped, and the strange red light flickering around him also gradually dimmed.

I saw its huge triangular head tilted, and then its two thick hind legs kicked hard on the ground, and its khaki body smashed towards the black-robed monk like a huge rock mountain.

The black-robed cultivator's face was cold and his brows were frowned. His two white and tender hands twisted for a while, and a few fingerprints formed very quickly. Then he raised his arms and struck hard on his chest.

A strange network made of black mist intertwined suddenly appeared between his hands, and suddenly expanded, covering the approaching one-horned salamander impartially.

The huge black net was forced out of a distorted bulge by the huge momentum, but it showed no tendency to collapse.

"hiss!"

The One-horned Salamander roared in pain, and used all four claws in the net, twisting its huge body crazily.

As the one-horned salamander struggled, the black-robed monk grunted and spat out a mouthful of blood. Although his arms were still firmly in the open position, his round face was visible to the naked eye. Pale a little.

The huge black net was slowly tightened amidst the flashes of light, and where the mist passed, the thick leather scales of the One-horned Salamander were corroded, making a screeching sound.

As the fighting skills of one man and one beast in the cave gradually became fierce, the group of young monks who shrank in the blue mask gradually calmed down from the panic at the beginning.

"Second brother, what shall we do next? Why do foundation-building monks appear in the secret realm?"

Hu Rujue's face was pale, and he tightly grasped the corner of Hu Ruyuan's clothes with both hands, and asked timidly.

Hu Ruyuan shook his head with a livid face, but did not respond.

Hu Ruxing, who was wrapped in a thick layer of green armor, replied in a deep voice, "Judging from the appearance of this person's skills, he should be the monk of the Ghost Eater Sect who entered the secret realm with us this time.

In the past, we only knew that monks in the foundation building period could not perform their cultivation in the clear water cave, but what if this person had not yet established the foundation when he entered the secret realm? "

"You mean to say that this person succeeded in building a foundation in the Clear Water Cave?" Hearing this, Liu Xiaolu widened his eyes and said in disbelief.

The difficulty of building a foundation, after these years of cultivation and the many examples that happened around him, Liu Xiaolu has already deeply understood in his heart.

For ordinary family sect disciples, even with the Foundation Establishment Pill, under the support of a group of elders, they still cannot achieve 100% foundation establishment success.

But once the foundation building fails, the cultivation base will be damaged at the least, which is time-consuming and labor-intensive, and the spiritual roots will collapse at the worst, and there is a fear of life.

How could anyone dare to take such a big risk to build a foundation in a green bamboo forest where spirit beasts are mixed together and monks are numerous?

From this point of view, if this person is not a delirious and stupid person, then he has some huge unknown support.

It can't be said that the sudden appearance of the monks of the Ghost Devouring Sect is so big that it is not just the spirit spring and spirit grass here!

The more Liu Xiaolu thought about it, the more frightened she became, she opened her mouth but was unable to speak.

Mo Jinze, who was sitting on a formation with his hands tied together, stared at the black-cloaked monk who was fighting with the one-horned salamander in the field, and pondered for a moment, then suddenly showed a look of horror on his face, and said in a trembling tone,

"Everyone, from the looks of this person, he is only a few years old, but he talks like a hundred-year-old man. Although the aura exuding from his body is genuine foundation-building strength, his spiritual power is vain and scattered. It is obvious that he has just built a foundation." It won't be long before the base succeeds..."

"Brother Mo, what do you mean..." After being reminded by him, Hu Ruxing seemed to have thought of something, his face turned pale, and he said in surprise.

(End of this chapter)