Pawnshop Xiao Er wants to become immortal

Chapter 371 Fighting Five Spirits
Taoist Wuling hadn't finished speaking, a wave of mana had already enveloped the dialect group, but he was a decisive person.

There were many people present, and Feng Nu's helpers could not be used without complete killing, but this small mana net could not make Fang Yan any better. Raising a thunderbolt sword, he slammed into the sky: "Hurry up and go."

The Thunder Sword and Jian Guang opened a crack in the mana covering it, and Qi Yunshan urged the flying boat to go through it with a whoosh.

In fact, without the help of the dialect, the members of the Baishi Sect would not be arrested so easily. Qi Yunshan is already a monk of the Great Perfection of the Golden Core, and he has the same level of cultivation as the dialect, but his consciousness is not as abnormal as the dialect. There are also two middle-stage Golden Cores, A Jindan early stage, let alone a few of them are brothers from the same sect, and they already have a formation to fight the enemy together. If they are desperate, even if they confront the Wuling Taoist, they may lose both sides.

Dialect used the magic weapon to break through the attack, and several members of Baishizong could also break through it. It's just that Fang Yan wanted everyone to leave as soon as possible so that he could use his means, so he came to help.

"Want to leave? Leave them all to me." Taoist Wuling noticed the movement of the dialect, and then threw out a magic weapon, and several rope-like things swept towards the flying boat that had just escaped from his mana.

"Wuling Taoist, why make things difficult for them, your opponent is me." Fang Yan shouted, urging the flying sword in his hand to attack Wuling Taoist, and at the same time, one hand was ready to condense the Five Elements Spirit Thunder.

But there were only a few stabbing sounds, and several mana fluctuations appeared on the flying boat, which rushed several ropes to the original direction, and several people from Baishizong made a move. In just an instant, Qi Yunshan's flying boat fled away. .

"Brother Master, do you really want to leave? Don't you want to help the senior fight against the enemy? If you kill the Taoist Wuling, you will really make a fortune." Lingfei said again.

"Fifth Junior Brother, how dare you think that a cultivator at the early stage of Jindan is actually going to kill the cultivator Nascent Soul." Yue Qing knocked Ling Fei on the head and scolded.

After Ling Fei finished speaking, he was also a little ashamed, but he still insisted: "Isn't that senior in front, we can at least help him sweep the formation."

"That senior didn't suffer any damage against the fourth-order soul beast, and the five-spirit Taoist is only at the initial stage of Yuanying, and his cultivation level is not much different from that of the soul beast, so there will be no problem." Yue Qing continued on the side. Said.

"Okay, fifth junior brother, no matter what happens or not, we are not able to participate. If we really want to get involved, that senior may not necessarily take care of us. On the contrary, without us, even if that senior loses, he will definitely be able to go well." Leave." Qi Yunshan said.

"Anyway, I've made a note of it, Jade Spirit Sect Tong Daoist." Ling Fei's eyes flashed with anger.

"Okay, form an formation to drive the flying boat and return to the sect as soon as possible." Qi Yunshan shouted loudly, the four of them formed a formation, and one after another mana shot into the flying boat. In an instant, the speed of the flying boat increased several times. He headed towards the gathering place of monks at a high speed.

Realizing that his magic weapon was missed by the spell on the flying boat, several members of Baishizong escaped into the air, and the defense behind him was hit by Fangyan's flying sword. Taoist Wuling was annoyed for a while, turned his head, stared at Fangyan and said: "Boy, I don't know what kind of exercises you have practiced. I can't see through your cultivation base, but the age is there, even if it is taller than the initial stage of the Nascent Soul, I will let you know that there are some things that you can't get ahead of." .”

Taoist Wuling turned his hands over, and a bloody red banner appeared in his hand. Before he could move it, Fang Yan sensed the bloody aura emanating from this magic weapon. This kind of aura, which is originally a magic weapon of the treasure level, actually exudes the aura that only a spiritual weapon has.

Following the Wuling Taoist's hand gestures, a banner suddenly stretched out, and a bloody aura gushed out, forming a large blood-colored shadow, like a fog but not a fog, and pressed towards the dialect.

Fang Yan secretly rejoiced, this magic weapon is powerful, but it is a pity that he met him, if the Wuling Taoist forced his cultivation to suppress him, he would inevitably show his feet, and he might be ready to escape if he could handle a few tricks by himself. He actually used such a magic weapon, but it gave himself a bit of confidence. The evil lightning on his body is the nemesis of all evil things, and even the strong evil spirit in the evil formation can come and go by himself Free, let alone the bloody aura in front of him.

Immediately, he activated the Tao Miasma Armor to protect himself. At the same time, the Lightning Thunder Sword flashed in front of him, and a bolt of thunder light shot out with a click. Wherever it went, the blood mist dissipated.

"Ah? There is such a treasure of the thunder element?" In just a moment, Taoist Wuling recognized the magic weapon in Fang Yan's hand. Although he hadn't seen that it was the supreme thunder light to ward off evil spirits, he also knew that the magic weapon in Fang Yan's hand was extraordinary. It is the nemesis magic weapon of this blood demon banner.

But Taoist Wuling didn't care at all, instead he laughed loudly: "Haha, boy, let me see how much thunder light you have available, let me go."

Blood mist, ten times more than before, spewed out from the banner and pressed towards the dialect.

Dialect was not too polite, and directly shot out the eighteen thunder swords, forming the smallest Dawu sword formation. The eighteen flying swords were connected end to end in the air, gradually forming a sword shadow, and a sword light condensed out. Dialect felt low With a shout of "kill", with a movement of his hand, the sword light shot towards the blood mist. As soon as it came into contact, countless evil warding thunder lights gushed out from the sword light, sweeping all directions, but in an instant, it cleared the air .

This time, the Wuling Taoist was really moved: "Sword Formation, you actually have a way to control the Sword Formation? There are eighteen lightning-type flying swords?" A look of greed was revealed.

There was no pause in the hand, the blood mist was still gushing out, but the other hand was offering the magic weapon of the rope just now, but this time it was not a rope, but a giant net, moving towards The dialect and the eighteen flying swords were covered, and Taoist Wuling wanted to collect the dialect communication magic weapon.

Fang Yan was slightly startled when he saw this. Taoist Wuling was obviously very confident in his magic weapon by doing so. He was not worried that his flying sword would cut the ropes in the net. The difference is that this magic weapon is likely to be a spiritual weapon magic weapon.

However, Fang Yan knows that at such a time, the more flustered he is, the opponent has not yet recognized his identity as the golden core, and several consecutive attacks are to activate the magic weapon, and the magic weapon in his hand is not weaker than the opponent, so the fight is over. They are evenly matched, as long as they are magic weapons in battle, Dialect will not be afraid. He has only activated eighteen thunder swords, and he has not yet used his trump card.

With a thought in the dialect, one piece of the right hand, the black mark was highlighted, and after two flashes, a chilling air moved towards the blood mist and the Wuling Taoists behind the blood mist, and the body of the eighteen thunder swords condensed towards Then go to the giant net to kill the past.

Sure enough, the huge net was extremely tough, and the condensed body of the eighteen thunder swords could only block it slightly, but failed to cut it open.

Seeing this, Fang Yan immediately urged Feijian to retreat towards his body, and a layer of evil spirit lightning protected him. As soon as his magic power moved, his body flew away quickly, but unexpectedly, the huge net followed him like a shadow.

It is not impossible to break through this net. Dialect felt through the last touch that as long as he sacrificed 36 thunder swords, it is very likely to be able to break through. If he sacrificed [-] Dawu swords , there is no problem at all, this huge net can be torn to pieces with a single sword.

But it is impossible for Fang Yan to use this kind of killing move now, but it is not impossible. Just after the killing aura just passed, Fang Yan felt a slight pause of the giant net, and stretched out his right hand again, another killing aura shot out, and at the same time a Geng Jinlei also shot out.

There was only a loud bang, and Taoist Wuling let out a miserable cry of "Ah", and Fang Yan saw that the giant net behind him had already been taken back by the other party.

All the fights are between lightning and flint, from Qi Yunshan and others flying away from here, to the release of Linglei in the dialect, it took less than ten breaths in total. The Tong Daoist who was watching the battle had just retreated, and was stunned. When I woke up, I remembered that I dared to behave wildly in front of such people before, and I couldn't help being terrified. I was able to fight against the five spirits, so when did the Baishizong have the elder Yuanying Keqing?

Fang Yan's performance just now seemed to make Wuling Taoist really pay attention to it. After putting away his magic weapon, he showed a slightly embarrassed body. He didn't expect that Fang Yan had so many methods, such as sword formation, thunder light, and even a powerful weapon. Linglei.

After stopping, Taoist Wuling had two fierce lights in his eyes, sweeping across the dialect.

Fang Yan felt a chill in his heart and sensed a danger. Suddenly, he found that the Wuling Daoist on the opposite side had changed his momentum. Several auras suddenly gushed out of him, each of which was not in the late stage of Jindan, and one of them was also the aura of Nascent Soul.

"This is?" Not only the dialect showed a surprised face, even Tong Taoist who was watching the battle opened his mouth wide in surprise, as if he didn't know the methods of Wuling Taoist.

Five breaths, actually there are five breaths, five phantoms appeared in Dialect's broken eyes, three human figures, two animal figures, both human and beast had hideous expressions on their faces, exuding a strong bloodthirsty aura , With his teeth and claws open, Taoist Wuling rushed out, Taoist Wuling, could this be the origin of his name?Fang Yan's heart trembled, he didn't use Fengnu and the others, he became a pair of six, or a pair of seven, and there was a child Taoist over there.

The Taoist Wuling who released the five breaths also had a painful expression on his face. It seemed that controlling the five figures was not an easy task.

How could Dialect wait for the other party to prepare, and immediately another spirit thunder flew towards him, ready to catch him off guard, but unexpectedly, one of the five figures, a beast shadow, suddenly shot out a phantom, killing the spirit that was about to explode. The thunder wrapped around it, and then the spirit thunder shot in another direction before it exploded with a bang.

"Today you are going to die." Taoist Wuling spat out a sentence word by word, but his tone was much lower than before.

Seeing that Linglei was so easily melted away, Fang Yan's heart tightened when Wuling Daoist suddenly became so powerful. A few slaves to help out.

(End of this chapter)