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"A fifth-grade upper-quality spiritual treasure and a fifth-grade middle-quality spiritual treasure?" Wei Tu's eyes flashed with golden light. After seeing the grade of the green formation flag, he was surprised. He never expected that the white-browed old man was so wealthy.

You know, even Master Lan, who is in the middle stage of the Spirit Transformation Realm and has long been famous in the Central Region, does not have a fifth-grade upper-quality spiritual treasure on her. She only has a fifth-grade middle-quality spiritual treasure passed down from her ancestors to support her appearance.

But when you think about it carefully, this is normal.

In addition to being created by weapon refiners, treasures such as magical instruments and spiritual treasures can also be cultivated by cultivators themselves.

The white-browed old man has been practicing for thousands of years. Even if the spiritual treasure he initially possessed was only of the lower fifth rank, its quality would have been greatly improved after thousands of years of cultivation.

Not to mention this type of "old cultivator who has reached the state of transformation of spirits", most of the spiritual treasures in their hands are top-quality mid-grade fifth-grade items.

In other words, without this powerful spiritual treasure as a support, this cultivator probably wouldn't dare to wait outside the Jianhuo Palace for him to come.

Fortunately, he played it safe and chose to break through to the middle stage of the Spirit Transformation first and then look for trouble with the white-browed old man. Otherwise, if he were to fight him with only the cultivation level of the early stage of the Spirit Transformation, it would be hard to predict who would win or lose.

In terms of strength, the white-browed old man with the bonus of a fifth-grade high-quality spiritual treasure is much more difficult to deal with than Master Qiye.

Fortunately, after breaking through the middle stage of the Spirit Transformation, he is now completely different from before.

Seeing the blood-red dragon rushing towards him with its fangs bared, Wei Tu remained calm. He instantly propped up his "Yangpo Immortal Robe" and at the same time, he flipped his right palm, and a towering mountain appeared in his hand. When the dragon pounced on him, he threw it hard on the dragon's head.

This towering hill was not something else but the genuine [Wan Qingshan] that he obtained when he killed Ding Lezheng. It was a fifth-rank lower-grade spiritual treasure, but in terms of power, it was at the fifth-rank mid-grade.

Moreover, this mountain is most suitable for body-refining cultivators like him, and can exert sufficient strength.

Before, when he was fighting against other gods in the Great Yan cultivation world, he did not dare to use this treasure easily, for fear of being recognized and exposing his true identity.

But at this moment, in front of the white-browed old man, who was a "recluse god", there was no such worry.

next moment.

The blood-red dragon that collided head-on with the [Wan Qingshan] thrown by Wei Tu couldn't help but let out a mournful "wow", and its forward speed suddenly slowed down. At the same time, the spiritual light on its body also dimmed a little, weakened by one-tenth or one-twelfth.

You know, mountain-type magical weapons like [Wan Qingshan] are already extremely powerful. With the added strength of Wei Tu, a fifth-rank body cultivator, ordinary gods would find it difficult to be hit easily. Now, this blood-red dragon has only suffered some injuries, which is already powerful enough.

However, although the blood-red dragon paused, the scorching flames it swept up instantly turned into fiery red waves and rushed towards Wei Tu.

It's sizzling!It's sizzling!
The "Yangpo Immortal Clothes" encountered the fiery wave. Although it firmly resisted the attack, it was inevitably evaporated by the flames it carried.

But unfortunately, Wei Tu's "Yang Po Immortal Clothes" was not made from a magic weapon. As soon as the blood and energy in his body circulated, the "Yang Po Immortal Clothes" with holes burned on the outside was restored to its original state in an instant.

"This kid is really troublesome." Seeing this scene, the white-browed old man's face became even uglier. He quickly made hand gestures with both hands and injected dozens of spells into the fiery red stone mirror floating in front of him.

In an instant, the red stone mirror spewed out several flames again, which greatly increased the temperature of the surrounding fire area. Even the nearby void seemed to be distorted by the scorching fire area.

However, after performing this method, the white-browed old man's breath was obviously much weaker. It was obvious that using this method was also a serious blow to his vitality.

However, Wei Tu, who had withstood the attack, obviously would not stay where he was. When the blood-red dragon shook its head and used the flames in the fire area to attack him again, he pointed his toes and turned into thousands of blood crows, disappearing on the spot.

At this moment, the white-browed old man who was surrounded by the fire domain found it strangely difficult to find Wei Tu's trace with his spiritual sense.

He was suddenly horrified, and with a flick of his sleeves, he summoned dozens of defensive talismans and various defensive magic weapons, which formed layers of protective shields to protect his entire body.

The next moment, there was a wave of space ripples, and Wei Tu, with a pair of green wings on his back, suddenly appeared behind him. He raised his hand and tore, and his dozens of layers of protective shields were easily torn apart like paper.

At the same time, on his left side, two iron-black flying rings carrying blue-purple light shot towards him.

However, the white-browed old man who saw this scene not only did not show any fear on his face, but instead a smile of success appeared in his eyes.

He raised his hand and a thumb-sized black flying insect flew out from his sleeve and headed straight towards Wei Tu without dodging.

Then, he flashed again and turned into a blurry blood shadow, disappearing from his original position, avoiding the fatal blow from the flying ring magic weapon on the left.

However, something happened that the white-browed old man could never have predicted. As he was dodging, a grey mist suddenly appeared in his sea of ​​consciousness, corroding his soul like a sharp blade.

He couldn't help but paused in pain.

But at this moment, a barely perceptible golden chain swept towards his body like a spirit snake.

As soon as he touched the golden chain, his body was like being sealed by a talisman, and part of his magic power was restrained.

This shocked him greatly, and he quickly prepared to use some magic formula to escape again. However, at this moment, less than one tenth of a breath had passed since the last time he turned into a blood shadow and escaped. It would be impossible for him to use this technique again in such a short period of time.

However, when he thought of the terrible consequences of being trapped by the golden chain, he no longer hesitated. With a ruthless look on his face, he sacrificed his left arm with a "bang" and then narrowly escaped with a bloody escape.

At this time, the black flying insect sacrificed by the white-browed old man finally came in front of Wei Tu.

The body of this insect seems to be made of fine iron, and its shape is similar to an ant, but it is dozens of times larger than an ant.

The flying speed was also 40% to 50% faster than Wei Tu's blood escape speed. When Wei Tu's spiritual sense captured the insect and tried to use magic power to drive it away, the insect had already approached him.

"It's the poisonous flying ant!" The ghost god's soul quickly reminded Wei Tu to quickly avoid it and not to come into contact with the insect.

However, as soon as he finished speaking, this "iron-poison flying ant" had already pounced on Wei Tu's body.

As soon as its mouthparts bit, a big hole was instantly torn in Wei Tu's "Yangpo Fairy Clothes". At the same time, the light golden feathers were also infected with spiritual poison at this moment, and quickly turned black from the wound.

After being infected with the spiritual poison, Wei Tu also found that the spiritual power in his body began to be slowly sealed, which meant that it was difficult for him to escape by regenerating his body or using the method of "breaking off the gecko's tail".

At this moment, Wei Tu finally understood why the white-browed old man was so confident that he could wait for him. This beast relied not only on the green flag of the fifth-grade top-grade spiritual treasure, but also on the "Iron Poison Flying Ant" which was extremely poisonous, difficult to kill and could be called the nemesis of body cultivators.

In this short moment, he has tried more than ten methods such as spiritual consciousness, blood, magic power, etc. to push away or kill the insect, but it is difficult to do so.

This "iron-poison flying ant" seems to be naturally immune to spiritual consciousness, magic power and other things.

“But what if it’s the meaning of floating and heavy magic?” Wei Tu’s eyes focused, and a gray aura spread over his body, rushing towards the “Iron Poison Flying Ant” lying on his “Yangpo Immortal Clothes”.

In an instant, the "Iron Poison Flying Ant" that was grabbing onto his body with its thorny claws could no longer hold on to it, and it floated up and down near his body as if it was drunk.

Obviously, the "floating and heavy law" that contains the rules of heaven and earth is difficult for this insect to be immune to.

“The meaning of floating and weighting? You actually comprehended the meaning of floating and weighting?” While successfully trapping the poisonous flying ants, Wei Tu also heard the shocked and unbelievable voice of the ghost soul in his mind.

After all, it is already an excellent talent for an ordinary god to be able to comprehend the natural law.

The opposing and mutually reinforcing Dharma principles such as the Dharma of Floating and Heaving are basically things that only cultivators in the Void Refinement Realm can comprehend.

As if aware of his own loss of composure, the Ghost Soul calmed down and explained, "This Iron Poison Flying Ant is immune to most of the Laws, Law Domains, and even the rules of heaven and earth. Of course, this is also the case with the more powerful Iron Poison Flying Ants... This Iron Poison Flying Ant is only at the fifth level, and can only be immune to the Laws, but not to the Law Domains and Laws."

"But Fuzhong Fayi is an exception. You are lucky."

“That may not be the case.” Wei Tu raised his eyes slightly and glanced inward at his own “Hun’e Evil Eye”. He had just felt that if he activated the “Heavenly Ghost Soul Seed” and turned into a ghost, he could temporarily resist the toxicity of the iron-poisonous flying ants.

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In other words.

He had more than one way to deal with this strange insect.

However, it is easier and more permanent to trap the insect using the "Floating and Heavy Method".

……

From the time the poisonous flying ant attacked his body to the time Wei Tu controlled the insect with the "Floating and Heavy Magic", less than half a breath had passed.

Therefore, the white-browed old man who was forced to cut off one arm and escape to avoid the [Xuanling Golden Chain] did not keep a long distance from Wei Tu. After he was away from Wei Tu, he controlled the blood-red dragon again, preparing to take advantage of Wei Tu's weakness to give Wei Tu a fatal blow.

Therefore, after seeing Wei Tu suddenly "detoxify" and trap the "iron poison flying ants" with the floating and heavy method, his face was full of astonishment and disbelief.

He had raised this poisonous flying ant for thousands of years, and he knew its toxicity and capabilities very well.

In the past, when he plotted against other gods, he was almost always successful.

But now, it has become ineffective in Wei Tu's hands?
"This boy has great luck and cannot be defeated."

The white-browed old man took a deep breath, flicked his sleeves, took away the fiery red stone mirror, then jumped onto the back of the blood-red dragon and immediately began to flee.

Now that his greatest support is gone, how can he still have the confidence to fight Wei Tu again?

However, just as he was about to escape, he saw an iron nail that was deeply embedded in the void, invisible and with mysterious spiritual patterns floating on its surface, suddenly moved and shot towards his forehead like a sharp arrow.

“Not good!” The white-browed old man was alarmed, having a foreboding that Wei Tu’s iron nail magic treasure was not easy to deal with. In panic, he took out the fiery red stone mirror again and blocked it in front of him.

Ding dong!

The two treasures collided, and the fiery stone mirror was instantly gouged by the [God-Breaking Nail], leaving a deep gap, and its spiritual light dimmed a lot.

However, although the [God-Breaking Nail] did not work, with this moment's delay, Wei Tu, who was delayed by the "Iron Poison Flying Ants", caught up with the white-browed old man again.

At this moment, the white-browed old man was too late to summon out the "blood-red dragon" transformed from the green formation flag again. A look of fear appeared on his face. He didn't even have time to retrieve the magical treasure, the flaming stone mirror, and immediately fled once again.

But Wei Tu had anticipated this. He smiled coldly, and the pair of green wings behind him fluttered again. After a moment, he appeared right in front of the fleeing white-browed old man.

His blood was activated, and the muscles on his body bulged and piled up, like a giant holding up the sky, and he threw the towering mountain in his hand out again.

There was a pop.

The white-browed old man who was escaping from the bloody situation was instantly smashed into a ball of flesh by the huge mountain.

However, at this critical moment, a baby about a foot tall and wrapped in the glow of the sunset also escaped from under the mountain.

Logically speaking, the speed of the Nascent Soul leaving the body is much faster than the speed of the physical body flying away. With the speed of the White-browed old man's Nascent Soul leaving the body and flying away, it is enough to escape the pursuit of the late stage of the Spirit Transformation.

But unfortunately, under the stimulation of the "spell" of the ghost god's soul, the soul of the white-browed old man wailed again, and his body was fixed in the air again.

This short moment was enough for Wei Tu to seize the opportunity.

He instantly stepped forward, a pitch-black talisman appeared in his palm, and he wanted to use the "Soul-binding Talisman" to seal the white-browed old man's soul so that he could search his soul.

However, unfortunately, his soul-binding talisman was only of the lower fifth level. When it landed on the white-browed old man's brow, it was directly broken open by his powerful spiritual sense.

"Want to search my soul? Wish!" The white-browed old man's face showed fear, shock and anger. After cursing, he directly stimulated the magic power in his body and prepared to self-destruct.

But Wei Tu had been prepared for this. After seeing that he failed to imprison the white-browed old man, he immediately showed a ruthless look, stabbed into the white-browed old man's Nascent Soul with one hand, and directly crushed the man's soul to death.

A moment later, waves of magical power gushed out from the broken Nascent Soul of the white-browed old man, forming pure magical power rain that fell from the sky.

"It seems that it is time to improve my talisman skills and successfully refine the "Spirit-Fixing Talisman" as soon as possible. Otherwise, if I encounter Master Qiye and let him self-destruct like the Lord of Huoyang Island, then Chi Fengtai's whereabouts... will not be so easy to find."

Wei Tu took back the soul-binding talisman in his palm, and glanced at the various fifth-level talisman-making methods given by Jiang Lingzi in his sleeve with his spiritual sense.

Among them, a fifth-level top-grade talisman called "Ding Ling Fu" has a very similar effect to the "Jing Ling Fu", but its power is much greater than that of the "Jing Ling Fu".

Then, he flicked his sleeves and took away the storage magic tool left by the white-browed old man on his body, as well as the fiery red stone mirror he dropped. After cleaning up the battlefield, he flew away in the direction of the Sword and Fire Palace.

Even though Gong Shulan assured him that she was confident that she could hold back Tang Fengyi and the Great Elder of Jianhuo Palace during the operation to eliminate the White-browed Elder and his gang, it was still a one-on-two battle after all, so the danger was still not small. (End of this chapter)