Several family children had surrounded him, and the three middle-aged managers on the stage looked calm and allowed several family disciples to deal with the matter. These three people had a high level of cultivation, far superior to these family children, and even Wen Tianbao could not see through it. These family disciples only had the cultivation level of the Qi Refining Stage, and all relied on the support of the three middle-aged managers on the stage. However, the young monk in front of him seemed to be only in the Qi Refining Stage cultivation level.

Wen Tianbao vaguely felt that this young monk was not only in the Qi Refining Period through his five senses. As expected, his mind moved, and a mysterious spiritual power burst out in front of him. The faint flame spiritual power spread out. The monks around him were shocked. The children of the searched family quickly used magic weapons, but how could those low-level and intermediate-level magic weapons resist? The magic light shone brightly, and the nearly transparent flame light jumped. The mysterious method of the Huanxu Sect lies in this. Any kind of spiritual power can be transformed into a state that is both virtual and real. The more you practice this state to the later stage, the more powerful it can be revealed, and the real can be transformed into virtual, and the void can produce magic!

Wen Tianbao narrowed his eyes. When the man used his magic, he had already felt the cultivation of the young monk. It was just in the early stage of foundation building, but the power of magic was enough to compete with the middle stage of foundation building. But compared to him, he was still much weaker, but the appearance of this flame was a bit strange. Wen Tianbao stayed for a few days at the Immortal Cultivation Conference held by the Huanxu Sect and knew some of the inside stories of the Huanxu Sect. This flame was called "virtual fire". The so-called "virtual fire" sounds mysterious, but in fact it is just a basic flame. Any monk who practices the Huanxu Sect's martial arts can use magic to stimulate this flame in the foundation building stage. This fire is ethereal and weird, and can rely on its nothingness to drill into some gaps, or even ignore individual magic characteristics.

Wen Tianbao stared at the flame, his mind flashed suddenly, and suddenly thought of the "ghost fire" inspired by the demon cultivator when he released the ghost that day. The "ghost fire" also contains some illusory characteristics, involving the spiritual level, but it is a different kind of illusion effect.

"How can we convert flames into this characteristic?" Wen Tianbao thought to himself. He now combines "Ling Wood Art" and "Zhi Yan Gong". Although he has not combined these two techniques, he has gradually figured out the similarities between the two. He wants to combine the two to create a magical flame that communicates between wood and fire.

Now the appearance of this somewhat ethereal and illusory flame in front of him, which was not as gloomy and strange as the "ghost fire", made Wen Tianbao feel excited. Unconsciously, he raised his fingers and a cluster of bright yellow flames appeared, including a tiny heart of mung beans.

"If I rashly communicate the two and blend wood and fire indiscriminately, it will probably cause a backlash from the magic. Of course, it would be great if I found a way to add a "container" that can accommodate both. This "container" can be called "nothingness". Only "nothing" can lead to "existence" and can embrace everything."

"Although there is such a reason, it is extremely difficult to truly achieve it. Whether it is today or ancient monks, many people will not be able to understand the essence of "existence" and "nothing" in their entire lives. As long as they can see a trace of the true meaning, magic can be mysterious and magical. After all, this is the great secret of heaven and earth!"

"It would be great if I had the skills of the Huanxu Sect. Unfortunately, the war between the demon cultivator left in a hurry that day, and did not immediately search for skills from the demon cultivator who disguised as a disciple of the Huanxu Sect. Otherwise, after reading the skills of the Huanxu Sect, I would have some insights and truly communicated with "wood" and "fire" without any obstacles!"

While Wen Tianbao was thinking, there was a riot in the lobby on the first floor of the inn, and even the three middle-aged monks on the stage took action!

The combined attack technique used by these three people is a bit like a formation to be exact. Three spiritual power flows flew out from their bodies and immediately surrounded the young monk. The three spiritual power lights were divided into triangular forces. Under the changes of the magic formulas of the three people, three crystal high walls and barriers quickly spread and wrapped like eggs.

"Since you want to catch me, go to die!" The young monk let out an unwilling roar, and actually wanted to struggle to die. Just as the barrier like eggshell was completely sealed, a storage bag emitting strange fluctuations flew out from it, and the eyes of the monks were frozen on the storage bag.

This storage bag is obviously also specially made, with a gray-black color and a cold and cold color. The storage bag is wide open, and countless strange lights fly out of the storage bag.

Wen Tianbao had not seen the object yet, and his expression had changed drastically. He clearly sensed that the thing was an "evil stone"! And there were more than one, obviously there were multiple ones. I don't know what this young monk brought so many "evil stones" to do. However, it was better that so many "evil stones" had not appeared. Once it appeared, it immediately caused an irreversible evil effect.

Almost all the monks, facing the evil aura emitted by the "evil stone", their eyes suddenly changed, as if they had changed their personalities. All the obscure faces hidden in human nature were revealed, including greed, killing, pain, and fear... Almost no one in the monks present could resist, even the three middle-aged monks on the stage had a serious expression, their fingers trembled, and the sweat beads on their foreheads could not be dropped.

The pretty girl standing in front of Wen Tianbao, seeing the 'evil stone' at first sight, was also confused. She turned around and gave Wen Tianbao a charming look, giggling, "Do you think I'm beautiful? When I look back, I'm charming? I just don't know if you have that kind of heart to me?"

The pretty girl seemed to have become a different person. Although she was not as coquettish as those women, her disgusting and bold behavior also had a different meaning.

Wen Tianbao looked at the girl's figure and felt a little funny. He had always been indifferent to the nature of women, so how could he be charmed? You should know that Long Ziyan's monster body had extremely strong charm power, but in his opinion, he was immune. Although he had the help of Baoyu that day, he did not have Baoyu now, and he also had a firm mind.

"Even if you don't have that kind of heart in your eyes, I want to possess you." The pretty girl was already standing in front of Wen Tianbao and said.

Wen Tianbao shook his head, only to find it funny. However, he did not allow the girl to take further measures. Baoyu in his mind was already beating wildly. He thought and pressed his hand on the girl's head.

A slight pure white aura burst out from the treasure jade, entered the girl's body, wandered around, and brought out some gray gas. The girl's eyes gradually returned to clearness, but everything before was imprinted in her mind. Wen Tianbao ignored her and turned to look at the monks present.

The three middle-aged monks could no longer suppress their suppression, and their eyes were filled with struggle. Other monks were as crazy as they were, their emotions were out of control, and each of them reached out to capture the "evil stones". But most of these "evil stones" seemed to have derived spirituality and actually floated naturally in the air, like a god who was high above, peering at the human struggle in the mortal world. Every evil spirit penetrated into the bodies of the monks. At the same time, each "evil stone" was blooming with a dark luster.

Wen Tianbao is the only unaffected existence among them.

His eyes shone, but he did not immediately release Baoyu to absorb these "evil stones". Instead, he deliberately suppressed Baoyu.

When he arrived at the egg-shaped barrier, he first glanced at the three middle-aged monks who were still struggling on the stage.

These three middle-aged monks also noticed Wen Tianbao's strangeness and were even more shocked. One of them had a weaker cultivation, and the other accidentally fell into the inner demon.

The higher the cultivation level, the greater the inner demon. In Wen Tianbao's view, these three middle-aged monks have not reached the level of Rongyuan stage cultivation, and they are still at the peak of foundation building. However, they are difficult to resist when facing this "evil stone". Once affected, they will be doomed!

Sure enough, the middle-aged monk who fell into the inner demon suddenly had a red light, as if he had turned into a bloodthirsty demon cultivator. His palms came out, and two earth-yellow spiritual light balls hit the other two middle-aged monks. The two middle-aged monks' chests were blown open in an instant and fell to the ground, and they could not die anymore.

During the turmoil of the three middle-aged monks, the egg-shaped barrier completely collapsed, and the young monk sat upright inside.

Wen Tianbao naturally did not dare to compete for the crazy middle-aged monk. At this time, he suddenly felt something was wrong and moved his feet, and almost instantly he could dodge a triangular thorn condensed by magic.

Wen Tianbao glanced at the eyes and saw the young monk standing not far away, with a slight look surprised. He didn't expect that Wen Tianbao was not affected by evil stones, and was so agile. If it weren't for the fluctuation of breath, he would have belonged to the cultivator, he even suspected that Wen Tianbao was almost a martial artist in the realm of transformation.

While this man was looking at Wen Tianbao, he was surprised, and Wen Tianbao also stared at this man. He did not feel any evil power from this young monk, but this man was not affected by the evil stone!

"Is it the technique of Huanxu Sect?" Wen Tianbao became more and more convinced after seeing it.

Huanxu Sect has occupied Tianmi Mountain for many years and must have studied this kind of thing, and it is very likely that it has already figured out some of the properties. Not to mention that it has turned it into oneself like a demon cultivator, at least every disciple should not be affected by the slightest "evil stone".

"Are you also a disciple of the Huanxu Sect?" the young monk said slowly.

"What do you think?" Wen Tianbao smiled faintly, not saying anything.

The young monk sneered: "Stop playing with me with flower guns. Whether you are a disciple of the Huanxu Sect or not, I want to kill you now."

"Do you think you can kill me? Do you really think I only have this level of cultivation." Wen Tianbao said calmly. At this time, a early-stage foundation-building cultivator who was trapped in killing rushed up. In his mood of losing control, he directly raised an intermediate magic weapon sword with his hand and directly killed Wen Tianbao.

Wen Tianbao didn't even look at it. The golden texture on his right arm flowed, and a layer of faint golden light covered the entire right arm. Then he waved his fist casually to fight against the magic weapon and sword.

"Pong!" With a sound like the shattering of glass, the magic weapon sword turned into pieces and scattered all over the ground, like a mortal sword in the world, so vulnerable.

Wen Tianbao did not hesitate. After smashing the magic weapon and sword, another punch was followed. This move was like a wind sweeping away the remaining clouds. The fierce fist wind even led to the scattered fragments, blowing towards the early stage monk who was in a state of madness. The crazy monk stirred a formation talisman on his own, and the golden light flashed, but facing Wen Tianbao's fist was weak. As the fist wind arrived, the golden light swayed and dark, and it immediately disintegrated.

A powerful force hit the dantian part of the crazy monk's dantian, like a drumstick hitting, and the whole abdomen seemed to echo with a hollow sound. "Bang!" A stream of spiritual energy leaked out from the back, and the crazy monk widened his eyes and fell to the ground.

Regardless of the shock of the young monk before, Wen Tianbao swung his fist again, secretly compliant with Tianyi's sword technique, slashing horizontally and vertically, and was sensitive and free, and as he swam his body, he hit the young monk hard.

"You!" The young monk quickly threw out two magic weapons and flying swords, both of which were high-level magic weapons, which showed that he was rich. The array patterns on the magic weapons were all flashing, covered with flames and water blossoms, and a hard luster floated on the magic weapons.

"No matter how hard it is, with some formations, it is nothing but a native chicken and a tile under my fist." Wen Tianbao's fist opened and closed, and hit the magic weapon. The magic weapon shook loudly and flew backwards, buzzing, and the young monk's face turned pale.

The magic weapon was knocked away, Wen Tianbao took a big step and punched again, which was extremely fast.

The young monk was anxious and kept throwing out magic weapons and using magic tricks. A flash of light flashed, but he was defeated by a fist attached to a faint golden light.

The fist continued to magnify in the young monk's eyes. Finally, the punch broke on the monk's head.

It's so easy. Even though this cultivator is a disciple of the Huanxu Sect, his cultivation is only in the early stage of foundation building. Moreover, the space here is small, and he can't react at all in the face of Wen Tianbao's bombardment.

The young monk's head shattered and fell into a pool of blood. Wen Tianbao immediately took away the monk's storage bag. At this moment, a huge stream of spiritual power surged behind him. The middle-aged monk who was in a mad state was slaughtering the monks around him. He was much better than those monks who had completely lost their emotional control, but he was like a magic monk. The magic power created by the monks shocked the entire inn.
Chapter completed!