Chapter 223 The Demonic Dragon Sword reappears
The Demonic Dragon Sword reappears
I saw that the square-faced monk in the black wind flag hurricane had a light golden light all over his body, and the golden light was protected like a golden bell. The thoroughness of a square-faced monk.
This moment happened so fast that no one could react. The white-robed scholar looked at the monk in the hurricane. Before he could put down his heart, he saw the Holy Ancestor of Yuancha sneered and looked at the black monk. Feng Qi raised his hand and lightly scratched the pad of his middle finger with his thumb nail. A drop of black and red blood appeared on the pad of his finger, and then flicked the center of the hurricane.
The blood beads seemed to be alive. They flew in the direction of the force and entered the hurricane. The face of the square-faced monk who was protected by golden light just now changed drastically. What kind of magic power does it have, but it has a great influence on the monks on the other side.
I could vaguely see tiny cracks appearing on the golden shield. There was one crack at first, then slowly one became two, then four, and in an instant the whole thing was shattered.
The golden shield did not spread out, but seemed to stick to the square-faced monk's body, but Lin Mo knew that the square-faced monk's magic weapon had been destroyed.
Black-red light slowly replaced the golden shimmer. The square-faced monk felt as if his whole body had been cut into pieces by a thousand knives, and the pain was unbearable. The biting hurricane seemed to have found its way to the exit, and penetrated straight into the tiny wounds on the square-faced monk's body.
The square-faced monk finally seemed to be unable to bear the side, and heard a bang. The square-faced monk's bone ring fell to the ground. If you look closely, it has turned into powder. The hurricane in the black wind flag is also slowly rising. It was weakened. I don't know if it was intentional or not. Even the remaining powder disappeared after being swept from the bone ring.
At this time, the square-faced monk looked at the bone ring that was blown away by the hurricane with an expressionless expression. He spit out a green flying sword from his mouth, roared and recited a spell, and he wanted to do it with the combination of human and sword. A final desperate attempt.
When a person is in danger, his five senses will become extremely sharp, and the sixth sense predicted by the package is also very accurate. The monk knew that if he didn't try hard, he would die. So I still have to give it a try.
Looking at the square-faced monk’s actions, the white-robed Confucian scholar’s expressionless face finally moved, and shouted to the square-faced monk, “No.”
But before the white-robed Confucian scholar said it, By the time it was too late, a ray of cyan light had already shot into the hurricane of the black wind flag. When the green light shot in, the Black Wind Flag seemed to feel something. The hurricane began to intensify again, and people outside could clearly hear the whining sounds coming from inside.
Saint Ancestor Yuan Cha looked in the direction of the Black Wind Flag and said coldly, "You don't overestimate your capabilities." After saying that, he pointed at the Black Wind Flag and heard the screams from the hurricane. In less than a breath, the square-faced monk was strangled and turned into a puddle of flesh.
When the shrill sound passed, four Nascent Souls suddenly shot out in the black wind. One belongs to the square-faced monk himself, and the other two belong to the Holy Ancestor Yuan Cha who just popped out, and the other belongs to the old man from before.
The four Nascent Souls were running around, but they couldn't fly out of the hurricane. Just when he was about to lose his soul, the hurricane stopped as if on command. Just when he was about to fly out, he felt a burst of blood all over his body, and then there was a flash of black light, and he was directly in front of the Holy Ancestor Yuan Cha.
The four Nascent Souls were unable to move at all, as if they had been cast by a spell. Saint Ancestor Yuan Cha looked at the four Nascent Souls in front of him, tugged the corner of his mouth in a sneer, and blew into the four light balls of light. The light color just now was slowly enveloped by a layer of black mist, and completely changed in the blink of an eye. Into a black ball.
The white-robed Confucian scholar controlled the black blood sword and slashed it at the Holy Ancestor of Yuan Cha. Long Meng, who had been watching the show beside him, said calmly, "It's too late."
The words just finished. , the four Nascent Souls had been sucked into the mouth and swallowed by the Holy Ancestor Yuan Cha. And all this is just a matter of breath.
The white-robed Confucian scholar watched the square-faced monk disappear in front of him. Even if he couldn't breathe again, his face became ugly at this moment. He heard the clanking sound of the black blood knife controlled by the white-robed scholar, which showed that he was very angry.
There was still a big hole in his chest, so he didn't rush to deal with it. He took two deep breaths and turned to look at Long Meng. Although his tone was not good, he still tried hard to suppress himself and prevent himself from rushing into the senior.
"Senior Longmeng, since you know the plan of the Holy Ancestor of Yuancha, why don't you just let me, the Ye family monk? With your ability, you can do it. Could it be that the cooperation that senior said before is just a trick? ?" The white-robed scholar said with such anger in his last tone.
"Why should I save him? Did you make something wrong? You have to remember that you and I just joined forces once, not with the entire Ye family. Also, the monk just now was just It’s just the middle stage of Nascent Soul, and I haven’t come back yet. What's the use? The counterfeit spiritual treasure is not even 10% as powerful as the original one. Besides, my spiritual power is limited, so why would I want someone who is useless to me?"
The scholar in white robe heard this. Long Meng's expression changed several times, and she asked again, "Just Even so, aren't you afraid that the Holy Ancestor of Yuan Cha will greatly increase her spiritual power and regain her vitality after eating a few Nascent Souls? "
"It's best for her to do this. It can give him a short-term boost to his mana, but when he loses his mana The prerequisite for improvement is that the magic power in the body needs to be mobilized to refine the four Nascent Souls first. Refining the four Nascent Souls together requires more magic power. She is devouring the Nascent Souls, which is the body of the silver wolf. " Long Meng finished her words and turned to look at Saint Ancestor Yuan Cha.
"Yuan Cha, what I said is true or not?" Longmeng asked the black-robed woman with a serious face.
"Haha, so what? This is what I originally planned. Didn't you already know it? You know better than me how powerful your Silver Wolf body is. I originally wanted to preserve some strength. , use the Black Wind Flag to break the ban on the Eight Spirit Rulers, but now I feel that it is a waste of time, and isn't there a saying called Chi Zesheng Change? Use your silver wolf body at the end of the transformation to kill you as soon as possible. ." Saint Ancestor Yuan Cha said without any secret.
After saying that, he saw Saint Ancestor Yuan Cha pinching the sword in his hand, exhaling into the air, and saw a silver light appearing, followed by an increasingly dazzling silver light, and then the silver light There was a wolf howl that shot out of the sky, followed by a powerful spiritual pressure suddenly falling from the sky.
Among the monks who followed, some with low spiritual power could hardly stand and wanted to kneel down and bow their heads. This is the world of immortality, where weakness is the original sin.
This is the space power of the Black Wind Flag. The space is limited. Coupled with the huge spiritual pressure that suddenly dropped, the entire space trembled. Everything in the palace was clanging. There was a ding-dong-dong sound, and the flying swords and body-protecting spirit treasures in the hands of all the monks that morning seemed to make painful roars.
Lin Mo squinted his eyes slightly and waved his hand in front of him. Light blue protection emitted from his body. At this time, he saw that there were cracks on the four pillars of the palace.
With each breath, the silver light suddenly violently increased dozens of times, and then with a burst of silver light, a two-headed silver wolf appeared in the palace.
The two-headed silver wolf is like a mountain. One head is dark and glowing, and the other silver head has its eyes closed.
The body of Silver Wolf seems to have been suffocated for too long. The sharp claws on the ground are much sharper than those of ordinary Silver Wolf. The fingertips on each claw are like sharp blades. Silver Wolf’s head Each one is dozens of feet tall, and their spiritual pressure increases instead of decreasing. The casual cultivators who came in with the Ye family were filled with regret. What kind of trouble was this? I just came here to get a glimpse of Lingbao, so why did I end up handing over my life here?
Although the white-robed Confucian scholar did not speak, his severe disbelief and fear were clearly displayed. The rebel big-headed monsters next to him were all surprised that the Silver Wolf's body was so huge. He stared at the giant wolf in front of him without even blinking.
Just after the giant wolf stood still, the Holy Ancestor of Yuan Cha appeared next to Yin Lang, and Lin Mo, Xu Qingnian and Yin Yue slowly disappeared in front of a man with a red light all over his body. around.
Lin Mo looked at the person in the middle coldly, but the remaining monks of the Ye family did not notice it.
The monks surrounded in the middle rolled their eyes wildly, and asked with a kind yet doubtful smile on their faces, "What do you fellow Taoists mean by this? I don't know where Zheng has offended you."< br>
The person who calls himself Zheng looks in his fifties and looks amiable. He is indeed the real person in the area.
"Since your Excellency has been teleported here, why have you been hiding and refusing to see people? I'm afraid you have some ulterior motive for being so secretive." Something happened. Zheng came in rashly and saw so many masters in the palace, but there were more and more enemies and friends. It's hard to tell, of course you have to be careful."
"Really? Then what's the point of hiding next to the stone pillar and staring at me? I don’t know where the five-color spiritual light sweeps.” A female monk stood up and asked Master Sisan with a very ugly look.
"Well, I'm afraid the fairy may have misunderstood Mr. Zheng. That's..." Master Sisan said to the female monk with a flattering smile.
Lin Mo did not give Master Sisan a chance to explain, but directly interrupted and said, "Before entering the Demon Suppression Tower, you plotted against me, right? Your escape skills and their mystery, when you hurt me , you ran away very fast, but I can still recognize something about your back. Although you sealed the bloody blade that hurt me, I can still smell the vicious blood coming from you."
"During this journey, your bloody blade must have devoured many Nascent Soul monks. Why are the few monks who came in with you missing? Were they also devoured by you? Am I right?"
The monk surnamed Xu and the female monk were stunned when they heard this. They didn't know that there were monks among them who paid such attention.
I once heard that some monks go to any lengths to practice, but I never thought it was true.
Master Sisan did not expect that he would be seen through so quickly. He was a little surprised in his heart, but he did not show it on his face. Instead, he said to Lin Mo with a face full of laughter and tears, "Fellow Daoist Lin, you can't make such a joke." , what bloody evil spirit, I just How can a casual cultivator have such a heaven-defying spiritual treasure? If there is no evidence, don’t accuse Zheng.”
As soon as Master Sisan’s words came to the ground, Lin Mo pinched them in his hands and saw countless. The blue ice thorns stabbed at the scattered real people like silver needles.
Fellow Daoist Xu and the female monk never thought that Lin Mo would take action as soon as he said it. They looked at each other and had no intention of helping.
Zhenren Sisan had been prepared for defense since Lin Mo exposed himself. When he saw Lin Mo pinching, he quietly drew out the blue flying sword. When the ice thorn came towards him, the blue flying sword had been infinitely enlarged. , just blocking in front of him.
He was resisting with his hands, and his words were not idle, "Fellow Daoist Lin, what are you doing? You really misunderstood, I really didn't. Please spare me."
< br>Seeing that the ice thorn did not hurt him, Lin Mo summoned the golden flying sword and struck straight at the blue flying sword of the scattered real person. The two swords collided and made a loud noise.
The two swords were fighting in the air. Lin Mo took a closer look and saw that the Master Sisan must be using a counterfeit Demonic Dragon Sword. He didn’t know how many Nascent Souls had died on this Demonic Dragon Sword.
Looking at the two blades in mid-air, Lin Mo sneered and made a seal with both hands. Yunjian's golden light immediately surged, and the Demonic Dragon Sword that scattered the real people let out a shrill cry and was cut into two pieces by Yunjian. On the ground, the aura that was still attached just now has dissipated without a trace, and the magic dragon sword has turned into scrap metal.
Master Si San did not expect that although this person was in the late Nascent Soul stage, he would have the spiritual power of the Divine Transformation stage. The psychological surprise became more and more intense, and he did not dare to take it lightly anymore. He had no choice but to call out the bronze shield again, but even so, Lin Mo cut it into several pieces and sparsely fell from the air.
Young Daoist Xu never thought that this fellow Taoist Lin could have such magical powers. The rare material of the Green Bamboo Bee Cloud Sword is not comparable to that of the imitation Demonic Dragon Sword.
Seeing Lin Mo using a sword, I had to be more vigilant about him. Which monk here can be trusted now? Let’s not talk about anything else, just the big-headed weirdo, but didn’t the seventh uncle, the head of the Ye family, defect as soon as he said he wanted to defect?
Over there, Lin Mo did not stop attacking Master Si San. Master Si San was overwhelmed and kept dodging Lin Mo's attacks. Just when Lin Mo struck at Master Si San's Tianling Gai flying into the sky, Master Si San suddenly transformed into a white shadow and flew out from the side. Then he saw a white light, and the silver moon was blocking it.
Master Si San was startled, turned around, and ran away from another direction.
Seeing that Master Sisan was about to escape, Fellow Daoist Xu made a move and blocked Master Sisan's way. Master Si San was helpless, and his body froze. In just a moment, Lin Mo's cloud sword's golden light enveloped Master Si San again, blocking him tightly.
Master Si San did not expect to be able to force himself to such an extent. The kind look on his face was replaced by ferocity. His sleeves shook, and a golden light accompanied by a strong bloody aura struck straight at Lin Mo. go.
"No, this knife is the Demon Dragon Blade. What was broken just now was just the imitation Demon Dragon Blade." Lin Mo asked, looking at the golden sword that suddenly appeared with golden light.
(End of this chapter)