Deer seeks fairyland

Chapter 216

The expression of the Ghost Devouring Sect cultivator has become extremely ugly at this moment.

Originally, he didn't want to use this short-footed treasure, but he had no choice but this body had just broken through the foundation-building period, and the spiritual power in his dantian was shallow, which made it somewhat powerless to cast spells.

This treasure was made before he seized it. Although it is powerful, it is still a consumable.

Every time it is used, the power of the magic weapon sealed on the talisman will be reduced by a few points. When the spiritual power in the talisman is exhausted, it will be reduced to ashes like ordinary talisman paper.

Fortunately, the spiritual power consumed to drive this treasure is very little, so although he feels sorry for the treasure, he is not worried that after killing the Two-Horned Salamander, he will be threatened by those young boys in the Qi refining period.

With the attack of the short gray ruler, the wounds on the Two-horned Salamander continued to increase.

The flaming red scale armor that had just been put on had been broken into more than a dozen gaps, and bright red blood was continuously gushing out from every wound.

Seeing that the movements of the two-horned salamander gradually slowed down, the black-robed monk felt a little more at ease.

Judging from the situation, after the gray short ruler finished dealing with this fang, there should still be about half of its spiritual power left.

"hiss."

The heartstrings of the Ghost Devouring Sect cultivators had just relaxed, when the two-horned salamander, which was already at the end of its crossbow, suddenly exploded, regardless of the price of losing a front paw, and slapped it away, lingering beside him short gray ruler.

There was a flash of red light in its protruding vertical-striped pupils, and it opened its ugly, flat mouth, and suddenly spewed out a large stream of scorching red flames.

After breaking through to the third-level monster, the fire-breathing supernatural power of the two-horned salamander seemed to be much stronger than before, and the flames spewed out of its mouth turned into a sea of ​​red flames, heading towards the monk of the ghost devouring sect as a hood.

Huo Hai got close to him in an instant, and the black-robed cultivator's face changed drastically, and he hurriedly pushed the short gray ruler to block in front of him.

I saw his fingers fluttering and making two seals extremely fast. The short gray ruler in the air, which was originally only two feet long, suddenly rose to a height of more than ten feet, which was just enough to protect the short black-robed monk. Down.

Under the sea of ​​flames, the gray short ruler seemed to have a spirituality, and it made a humming sound.

Fortunately, although the scarlet flame was quite powerful, it didn't last long.

Liu Xiaolu raised his eyes and saw ugly cracks appearing on the body of the ruler which was originally clean and clean.

Perhaps it was because of the serious injury, the two-horned salamander only breathed out for a few short breaths, and then he closed his mouth and couldn't continue.

Although the body of the Ghost Devouring Sect cultivator protected by the short gray ruler was not injured, the black hair coiled behind his head was turned into ashes by the high temperature close at hand, revealing a smooth and shiny egg. skull.

A streak of gray light flashed through the crimson flames that were gradually collapsing, and once again struck the two-horned salamander aggressively.

After the two-horned Salamander, who was already seriously injured, sent out a hateful blow, his scarred and broken body seemed to be unable to support it any longer. He was hit sideways by the gray streamer, staggered two steps, and fell heavily with a bang. Once on the ground, I couldn't get up again.

Although he was a bit embarrassed, the black-robed monk didn't seem to care much about his image, but with a flick of his sleeves, he put away the short gray ruler in front of him that had become dimmed in pain.

"How could this be so? What kind of treasure is that gray short ruler transformed from the talisman? It can easily kill the two-horned salamander with the strength in the middle stage of foundation establishment!" shouted.

There was silence in the formation, except for the three Mohist monks who maintained the formation, everyone took out various magic weapons one after another, all with expressions on their faces as if they were facing an enemy.

The black-robed cultivator glanced at the two-horned salamander on the ground, and his dark eyes slowly passed over the small spiritual spring in the middle of the cave, and stopped on the formation where several people were.

"Don't worry, little guys, it will be your turn soon."

Mo Jinze's face showed a bit of panic, and he said in a flustered tone, "Although this trapped formation has the ability to imprison the monks in the foundation-building period, it is not good at defense. If this person breaks the formation forcefully, I'm afraid I won't be able to last long." .”

Liu Xiaolu opened his mouth when he heard the words, but before he could speak, he heard the black-robed monk chuckle, shook his hands and shook out two balls of black mist from between his sleeves, and landed on the blue mask formed by the formation.

As soon as the two came into contact, the blue mask trembled violently, and the three Mohist monks who were sitting on the eye of the array were even shocked, and opened their mouths to spit out a mouthful of blood.

"interesting."

Seeing that under the corrosion of the black mist, the blue mask only flickered a few times before slowly returning to its original state, the black-robed monk couldn't help raising his eyebrows, and muttered softly.

When fighting the Two-horned Salamander just now, most of the spiritual power in the black-robed monk's dantian had been used up, so he had to make careful calculations in his heart.

Although this formation is good, but the few young monks who maintain the eyes of the formation have only cultivated qi after all, so it doesn't take much effort to break the formation.

He actually brought some elixirs that could help him recover his vitality, but firstly, there were not many elixirs, and it took time to refine the power of the medicines, and secondly, there were only a few qi refining boys in front of him, as long as he could break the formation, he would come to them I can only knead it at will, without any waves.

Besides, it has been four or five days since entering the secret realm, and I don't know how long Lian Jing can delay outside. If the two Nascent Soul stage old monsters are attracted, it may not be possible to forcefully break through the secret realm.

At that time, with my current strength, I am afraid it will be difficult to escape.

The black-robed monk's thoughts turned, his face changed for a while, but he quickly laughed at himself and made a decision.

He, Di Buren, had been in the cultivation world of Liu Country for more than seventy years in the past, he didn't want to become timid after seizing the house and rebuilding it.

Get over this matter as soon as possible, and grab enough materials to start the spirit root blood refining Dafa is the real thing!
After making up his mind to make a quick decision, Di Buren did not hesitate to make a tactic with both hands to conjure up a giant net of black mist, instantly covering the entire blue mask formed by the formation.

As the black mist slowly tightened, the blue mask twisted violently.

The three Mohist youths only felt a huge suction suddenly coming from the eyes below them, but within a few breaths of effort, the spiritual power in their bodies was completely drained.

Mo Jinze, who was on the eighth level of Qi Refining, was better, while the other two Mohist monks who were weaker in strength tilted their bodies at the same time, and passed out directly.

Two of the three formation eyes were instantly broken, losing the spiritual power of the two of them, and the blue mask, which was flickering like duckweed, made a crisp popping sound, and was strangled by the black mist.

Everyone had been prepared for a long time, and almost at the moment when the formation was broken, several streamers of different colors rushed towards Di Buren.

"Hmph, it's a waste of effort."

Di Buren sneered, and raised his hand to release a cloud of black mist. The solid black mist swallowed and breathed out, and easily trapped several streamers of light in it.

Seeing this scene, Liu Xiaolu couldn't help but turn pale.

That's right, the corrosive power of that strange black mist is extremely strong, and it can easily erase the spiritual power covered by everyone's magic weapon. At this moment, using a magic weapon to fight the enemy is tantamount to beating a dog with a meat bun, and there will be no return.

(End of this chapter)