Chapter 1301: The Forbidden City of Canyang
When the monster saw Lu Xiaotian forced out, a sneer flashed in his eyes. Countless green canes were beating like crazy, like a group of demons dancing wildly. Fortunately, the eight flying swords were able to block these green canes.
“Something’s wrong!” Lu Xiaotian just blocked these vines. He secretly thought that although the attack of these vines was powerful, it was unrealistic to break through the interception of the Piaomiao Flying Sword. Could it be that this monster had any back-ups? ?
While Lu Xiaotian was thinking about it, his heart suddenly palpitated, and a huge crisis came over him. After being promoted to the middle stage of Nascent Soul, Lu Xiaotian's Yuan Shen has been greatly improved, and he has a stronger sense of crisis. It's just that even though his soul is now higher than that of ordinary monks, and he senses something is wrong, he still can't find out what method the other party uses.
Neither the soul nor the eyes could see it, but the feeling of heart palpitations was getting stronger and stronger, and the opponent's attacks were as fast as lightning.
"True Illusory Ice Eyes!" The magic pearl in the Dantian flashed, and a cold magic power flowed through the magic pearl to the center of the eyebrows. Between the eyebrows, a vertical eye suddenly opened.
When the monster saw the third pupil that suddenly appeared between Lu Xiaotian’s eyebrows, his eyes couldn’t help but froze, but soon became cold again. This third eye came out of strangeness. It seemed that the human monk in front of him He is no ordinary person, but now he is about to succeed. Not to mention that the other party cannot find it, what will happen even if he finds it?
As far as Zhen Huan Bing Tong can see, two tentacles whose traces cannot be detected with the naked eye are rolling towards Lu Xiaotian, one from the left and one from the right. The two rattans are transparent in color and covered with many teeth. General spikes. It has crossed the defensive circle of Piaomiao Feijian, and is now only a few feet away from Lu Xiaotian. This monster had been waiting for this moment carefully.
Even if it were a great monk, it would be impossible to avoid it at such a close distance.
“Let’s see how powerful the methods this monster relies on are.” Lu Xiaotian snorted coldly, opened the bow left and right with both hands, and fished out of the air. A layer of ancient silver armor on the palms quickly formed two fist gloves. Protect Lu Xiaotian's hand tightly.
"Woo——" The monster made a long whine like a conch blowing, and the sound contained an unprecedented anger. It was hard to believe that the human in front of him could defeat his killing blow so easily.
The green vines dancing crazily around are still the same, and the fierce battle between the misty flying swords in the air is indistinguishable for a while.
Chi. The two long transparent whiskers that were pulled by Lu Xiaotian were like sharp needles, piercing the fists formed by the Ruyi armor.
Countless transparent and crystal-like white spider silk threads gush out from the spikes of the long transparent whiskers, and in the blink of an eye they form a huge white cocoon, completely confining Lu Xiaotian inside.
The white cocoon formed so quickly that Lu Xiaotian had never encountered such an opponent before, so he was naturally a little caught off guard.
This white cocoon can isolate spiritual consciousness. Once the white cocoon is formed, the eight ethereal flying swords suddenly lose contact with Lu Xiaotian. Lu Xiaotian's surprise was extraordinary. This monster's methods are really hard to guard against. Fortunately, although the Misty Flying Sword is important to him, it is not indispensable. Even if he temporarily loses this sword formation, his combat power will not be reduced much. However, this huge white cocoon must be broken immediately, otherwise if it takes a little longer, the spiritual consciousness attached to the Misty Flying Sword will become a tree without roots and a source of water, and will soon be exhausted in the fierce battle. , once it is lost, or is severely injured by this monster using other means, it will take a lot of effort to re-refine it. Lu Xiaotian doesn’t want to waste time on this kind of thing.
"Demon Suppression Tower!" At this time, Lu Xiaotian did not hold back at all. As soon as the Misty Flying Sword lost contact, Lu Xiaotian immediately used his other set of psychic tools.
The aura was overwhelming, and the rapidly expanding Demon Suppression Tower, under Lu Xiaotian’s full strength, directly burst the white cocoon on the four sides of Lu Xiaotian’s body. This white cocoon has the function of isolating the soul, which is really great. However, the white cocoon formed is not particularly tough, otherwise it would not be against the heavens. Just one thing can unexpectedly isolate people's consciousness, cut off the connection between the monk and the psychic weapon, and lead to the monk's defeat and death in a matter of seconds.
The monster was also shocked when he saw Lu Xiaotian emerging from his cocoon. Although the defensive power of his cocoon made of forbidden silk is not top-notch, but to break it open, ordinary psychic magic weapons should not be so fast. The opponent's flying swords were indeed powerful, but he used Forbidden God silk to separate these flying swords from their masters. The tiger, which had already pulled out its teeth, was directly whipped aside with its rattan-like tentacles. Just when he was about to cast a spell to injure one or two of these flying swords, unexpectedly, Lu Xiaotian had just emerged from his cocoon as soon as the idea of the monster came up. There was simply no time to implement it.
Seeing that his Misty Flying Sword was being whipped everywhere by the opponent's cane like a straggler, Lu Xiaotian breathed a sigh of relief. At the same time as he broke out of the ban, he regained control of the Misty Flying Sword, and the eight flying swords came together. It flew into Lu Xiaotian's sleeve and disappeared.
“The Forbidden City of Canyang!” The monster mouthed human words. The white cocoon broken by Lu Xiaotian exploded in all directions, burned without fire, and turned into a dazzling white light. Suddenly, the surroundings were enveloped in the dazzling white light. Without any warning, Lu Xiaotian's eyes suddenly couldn't stand the shining white light. When I closed my eyes, my eyes were completely white. The True Illusion Ice Eyes opened again, and the white light in front of them had attenuated. However, the monster was already prepared. When he opened his mouth and spit it out, a bright white orb emerged, and white light bloomed from it, towards Lu Xiaotian's True Illusion Ice. The pupils were piercing.
At this time, the True Illusion Ice Eyes were also blinded by the white light in front of them. It can no longer play its previous role. Fortunately, the two transparent extension canes are still within Lu Xiaotian's control. However, Lu Xiaotian is a little worried that the other party has the same method. If he cannot guard against it, everything will be lost.
It’s just that at this time, even the True Illusion Ice Eyes are suppressed by this monster orb, and Lu Xiaotian has no good solution for the time being. Of course, although the opponent's methods are powerful, Lu Xiaotian is not at the end of his rope yet.
Seven demon-suppressing towers guard all four sides of Lu Xiaotian’s body, without any blind spots. The spiritual light on the Demon Suppressing Tower burst into flames, and the Brahma Spiritual Fire surged out, blocking the surrounding area. At this time, the True Illusion Ice Eyes were temporarily useless, even if the opponent had other vines that could not be detected with the naked eye. A sneak attack only needs to enter the area guarded by his seven demon-suppressing towers. The Brahma Spiritual Fire is bound to move, even if it cannot be seen directly, Lu Xiaotian can still protect himself. For a long time, he didn't believe that the other party's orb could always guard against his True Illusion Ice Eyes.
(End of this chapter)