Chapter 803
Starve the timid to death and starve the bold to death.
Looking into the distance in the mid-air, the aqua-blue figure had long since disappeared. The black-robed female cultivator who replaced her was also not kindhearted, and the opponents who besieged her fell one by one.
"She must have taken medication!" the spectators guessed, "That's a bit unfair."
Everyone was dueling based on their strength, but she used drugs to do something evil, which is really not what a gentleman would do.
"Nonsense, it's a matter of life and death, and Mu Lian takes advantage of the large number of people to bully the small people. She is one against many, and she is a pharmacist. If she has medicine and doesn't use it, why don't she wait for death?"
"Hey, you two, stop arguing and watch quietly!"
The fierce battle is intensifying, and the rest of the gang dare not approach.
But it was night, and even though the snow and moon shone brightly, making the sky and earth seem like day, the people lurking in the rime forest watching the battle were always a little far away from the scene of the decisive battle. Without weapons, they could only get a rough look from such a distance.
In the forest, a clear and crystal clear mirror hung in front of the three melon eaters.
"To be honest, your spiritual mirror is really good. You can still see such a clear picture from such a distance... Did you practice it yourself?"
"Ha, how can I do this? I bought ten high-grade spiritual stones." Heartache~.
"Hey, so expensive? Where did you buy it?"
"The Wanjian Sect is a masterpiece of the two masters Bai Shui and Qingzi. No wonder it is called the Peeping Artifact. It is well deserved."
This is not the first time he has used it. Although it hurts, it is worth it.
"Oh, it's them." Some people disagreed, "I heard that these brothers and sisters have average cultivation and cannot refine powerful high-level magic weapons. If they were not old friends of the head of Wanjian Sect, they would never be able to enter the sect in this life. , how can you be respected as a master? ”
"Then you tell me whether this spiritual mirror is clear or not, and whether it can be regarded as a voyeuristic artifact."
Those who can refine high-level magic weapons are certainly worthy of the world's respect, but convenient magic tools that allow low-level monks to experience the skills of high-level monks are also worthy of the world's respect. Although this is a low-level magic weapon, the people who can use it are also low-level monks.
It would be a bit hypocritical and awkward to laugh at others for their wasted reputation while enjoying their research results.
"..." He was speechless, unable to refute.
Look, the spiritual mirror showed that there was a monk sneaking up to take a closer look, but he was discovered by the Mulian clan and died immediately. Unlike the three of them, they can sit here and watch the whole thing without any danger.
"Stop arguing, you two, be careful not to be discovered by Mulian."
The duel in the distance was cruel and bloody, and the expressions and movements of everyone participating in the battle were reflected in the mirror, including the styles of the magic weapons they used. Fortunately, the magic weapon recognizes its owner, and you can just recite the driving magic formula silently in your heart.
In this way, there is no need to worry about being seen and learned by others.
The world is full of wonders.
There are some magic weapons in Star Sui Continent that can be easily taken away by someone just by knowing the magic formula, unless one's Taoism is higher than the other's and can detect the other's existence earlier. Even some innate spiritual treasures are like this, which makes people feel very angry.
Due to the diaphragm, the magic weapons forged the day after tomorrow have the function of identifying the owner, which is to prevent others from picking peaches.
However, everything is interdependent and mutually reinforcing.
The magical weapon that recognized its owner was saved, but the despicable behavior of killing people and seizing treasures gradually became prevalent. Just as wine makes people's faces red, money and silk attract people's hearts and make them hard to guard against.
"Hey, although the medicine master's magical weapon is powerful, it can't hold back the Mulian family's large number of people. I'm afraid she won't be able to escape death this time."
There was a peeping artifact, and the monks lurking nearby noticed the movement here, and slipped over to join the melon-eating process.
"Well, why did she have no self-awareness and go to the meeting alone? She always thought that the monster dragon lived in isolation like her and didn't look for help..." "The question is who can she turn to for help? She was almost burned by the same kind of people when she was cursed by the gods. She died. She heard that the monsters saved her life, so she had to stay in the Forest of Nirvana to help the monsters refine medicine and treat their injuries.”
There are many people gathered together, everyone has their own thoughts and opinions.
"To be honest, she regards her kind as the enemy and deserves to be isolated and helpless." There are more people in the world, and everyone is drunk. My sober wisdom can't help but add another golden sentence, "Although her experience back then is worthy of sympathy, I don't think the fever The people who killed her were wrong.
She was under a divine curse at that time. What happened to the people present? There was no other way but to burn her to death. As a human being, you must know how to put yourself in someone else's shoes and understand the helplessness of others. Of course, she should be angry, but she couldn't help the demon clan.
Doesn't she know that every time she saves a monster, she indirectly kills countless others of its kind? When I think about this, I feel that she died unjustly, both in the past and now..."
As soon as he finished speaking, his white clothes suddenly swayed slightly, and a pair of silver brocade boots with dark patterns stepped down from behind him with a snap.
The monk who was still speaking consciously just now was trampled on the head and fell to the snow, motionless and silent.
A pool of bright red instantly bloomed, as if the red plum blossoms were blooming slowly despite the severe cold. The incident happened so unexpectedly that the crowd stared in shock at the person being stepped on by the brocade boots, and then looked up at the owner of the brocade boots with dull eyes.
Unfortunately, it was too dark, and the snow and the ice on the trees reflected each other, making it difficult to see each other's appearance. There was a blur of white light in front of my eyes, and a polite and gentle male voice sounded in my ears:
"I just arrived. I didn't hear clearly. What did he just say?"
scare? What did you say?
The melon-eaters were stunned for a moment, and then shook their heads violently in unison. Some bold people said with a trembling voice:
"No, I didn't hear it clearly. I just looked at it."
Huh? The others were stunned for a moment, and then nodded like garlic: "Yeah, yeah, yeah!!" That's right, that's it~.
"Get lost."
"Hey!"
I don't know who answered, and the next moment, the people gathered together dispersed in an instant. The snowfield that had been a little noisy suddenly returned to silence in the blink of an eye. Stepping on a pool of bright red, the man in white raised his feet slightly, and the body instantly disappeared like smoke.
The pool of bright red no longer existed. With a calm expression, he came to sit down at a position with a perfect view, and quietly looked at the melee scene in the mirror.
It was especially clear that the black-robed female cultivator knew that she could not win alone, but she still waved her magical weapon to kill anyone she encountered. Knowing that his mana is being weakened by the opponent's team battles, he always faces the difficulties fearlessly.
She was wearing the fairy-sui clothes, and there were very few external injuries. Only the parts that were not covered by the clothes were covered in blood.
The internal injuries were slightly serious, but his life is temporarily intact.
But at this moment, being alive may not be a blessing.
In particular, the younger sister, the female cultivator, was full of hatred and clung to the black-robed female cultivator. Most of the external injuries on her body were caused by her. The black-robed female cultivator knew that she couldn't do anything good this time, so she used the two high-level magic weapons smoothly and with overwhelming force.
Every time he hears the screams of his target, his expression immediately becomes a little joyful.
The mirror was moved closer, and her subtle expressions were clearly shown.
The man in white couldn't help but chuckle, he finally went mad, he was so mad that he had no scruples and acted wantonly. Although the monks in this continent are not as good as each other, there are endless gadgets that are convenient for daily use, fresh and interesting, and he likes them very much.
……
There was too much movement in the night sky here, and the battle was fierce. The dazzling five-element brilliance alternated between strong and weak, almost lighting up half of the sky, and attracted many monks to flock to watch the battle at close range.
More people came, and the monks who were originally lurking in the forest were unwilling to watch from a distance, and each caster came forward to take a closer look.
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