This seemed to be an unsolvable question, but Zhao Huayang immediately gave the answer, isolation talisman!
Since this kid even has a puppet Fuwa and a blasting talisman, how come he doesn't have an isolation talisman?
Although ordinary isolation talismans not only isolate the breath, they also isolate one's perception of the outside world. However, there is not only one kind of isolation talisman. There are many variations of any kind of talisman, just like a restriction.
It is also a protective restriction, but it is used differently in the hands of each master. The methods of practitioners are inherently ever-changing.
Of course, the isolation talisman cannot completely block the perception of the master, but when it comes to the puppet Fuwa and the isolation talisman after the breath conversion, Zhao Huayang chose the former without even thinking. This has nothing to do with the level of cultivation. It is entirely Xia Chen's strategy.
The choice was just right and successfully deceived him.
As if to verify his idea, five real vortices suddenly emerged one by one very far ahead. The time effect of the isolation talisman is limited, but no matter what, after some tossing, Xia Chen and the five of them came together again.
Zhao Huayang opened a sufficient distance.
Zhao Huayang's face was ashen. He chased the wrong person twice in a row, wasting precious time, but didn't even see Xia Chen's face, and was even injured. Although Zhao Huayang hadn't officially fought with Xia Chen yet, being deceived by a junior in succession meant that he had already
What a miserable loss.
"Even if I chase you to the end of the world, I will kill you." He squeezed out a sentence through his teeth, stepped on the green ruler, and Zhao Huayang disappeared without a trace in an instant.
Just now, he had made a mistake, and half an hour had passed. And it would take at least the same time to catch up with the five people in front. Zhao Huayang couldn't help but feel anxious.
Xia Chen's purpose was obvious. Killing him would definitely not kill him, a magical monk, so it must be to delay time. Why delay time? Zhao Huayang didn't know, so he was anxious.
Things were developing more and more unfavorably, and even tended to escape his control. Zhao Huayang couldn't help but activate the green ruler to the extreme, like a meteor, quickly streaking across the dark night sky.
"He's getting faster again. He can catch up in half an hour. And we still have at least an hour to go from Yongqing." Five vortices were running at high speed, and Xie Tianfeng sent a message to the other four people.
"Xia Chen, do you still have the puppet Fuwa? Let's give Zhao Huayang another try. Let him spin around a few more times like a headless fly." Ling Feifei said excitedly.
The other four laughed happily.
When Xia Chen took out the five Fuwa, several people still didn't understand the purpose of these toy-like things, but after hearing Xia Chen's explanation, they all became excited.
The Puppet Fuwa is not a magic weapon, but it is no less than an ordinary magic weapon. Its biggest function is that as long as the blood is shed and the owner is recognized, it can become the substitute of the person who shed blood in a short time, and then only a trace of true energy is left.
You can sense everything this avatar does.
When Zhao Huayang spoke to Xie Tianfeng and Xu Yunxuan, they were both real people talking. They were just expressed through a substitute, and the five people had already known the content of the conversation secretly.
The stand-in of the puppet Fuwa is very crude, and it is not a real stand-in. It can take the life of the master. In essence, it is just a blind trick. Therefore, Xie Tianfeng and Zhang Tianyi couldn't say a few words, so they just took the blasting charm and talked to Zhao Huayang.
Work hard, because as long as it takes a little longer, Zhao Huayang will be able to see the flaws.
As for how to convert the breath, Xia Chen could naturally find the corresponding talismans, including the isolation talisman that covered the real breath, which he dug out of Li Zhenning's storage bag.
Li Zhenning probably didn't expect that his wealth in Xia Chen's hands would actually become a tool to escape. If he knew that his hard work was being consumed in this way, he would probably be so angry that he would vomit blood.
With five puppets and a few talismans, they deceived a first-level monk with magical powers into running around. They ran away secretly, feeling filled with a sense of accomplishment. It was so refreshing.
"Don't use the same trick a second time, otherwise it will be self-defeating." After laughing, Xu Yunxuan said, and several others nodded.
"Xia Chen, if you have any good stuff there, take it out and give it to this guy. I think the Haoran sect is very displeasing to me. Maybe we can really mess with him this time," Ling Feifei said.
After teaming up with Zhao Huayang once, Ling Feifei already likes this feeling. Playing with the strong is always more exciting than playing with the weak.
"You guys really think I'm a cornucopia, I have everything." Xia Chen remained silent until now and said with a wry smile, "Then why are we running for our lives? Just kill him and we'll be done. Isn't it so laborious?"
He said this, but thought in his heart, I do have a cornucopia, but it's different from the one in the legend. Otherwise, killing Zhao Huayang would be a piece of cake.
Several people fell silent immediately. Xia Chen was right. He could get past him and even give Zhao Huayang a hard blow, but if he didn't have a new trump card, the next thing would be very troublesome.
"But it's not completely impossible..." Xia Chen suddenly changed his tone and said slowly, "I still have something, maybe I can delay it for a while longer."
The four of them immediately rolled their eyes, wondering if you could talk without breathing so heavily, which made us nervous.
"And what Senior Sister Ling just said makes sense. The same method may not be used again." Xia Chen said solemnly.
The blue light was like an arrow leaving the string, making a buzzing sound. Zhao Huayang really pushed his speed to the extreme. Unknowingly, he also consumed a lot of his innate Qi.
But he didn't realize it at all, and his heart was completely filled with anger. He secretly made a decision. When he caught up with Xia Chen again, he would definitely not waste any more time. He would seriously injure this kid with one palm. As for the others, they might as well just kill him.
Kill it.
If a monk at the first level of magical power versus a monk at the tenth level of acquired power, unless there are too many surprises, they will basically kill each other in an instant. The difference in level is huge and cannot be made up by other means.
In the extremely fast black screen, five vortices appeared in front again, just like five Halley's comets, moving in a straight line, leaving a long trajectory behind them. This trajectory would not slowly fade until it had gone far away for a long time.
dissipate.
After wasting a long time, Zhao Huayang finally caught up again. With an expressionless face, he raised his palm and smacked it forward. At this distance, the innate energy was enough to hit these five nasty little mice.
The surging Xiantian Qi surged out, instantly turning into five giant palms several feet in size in the air, and slapped Xia Chen and the other five fiercely.
Gang Qi transformed into form and was divided into five parts. Even in the first level of supernatural power, Zhao Huayang was the best. At least he was much stronger than Chen Sheng, Li Chendong and others.
Except for Xia Chen, the expressions of the other four people changed drastically. Although they were all at the tenth level of the acquired world, they had never had a real life-and-death duel with a supernatural monk. They felt the huge pressure in the sky like Mount Tai pressing down on them, and couldn't help but feel their hearts tremble.
They couldn't even handle such a terrifying power.
"Escape!" Xia Chen's face remained unchanged and he said loudly. He dared to resist even the second-level magical monk's spiritual thoughts. Although Zhao Huayang's attack was terrifying, it was nothing.
"Escape!" The four people shouted in unison, and the moment the giant palm pressed down, the five vortices suddenly disappeared.
Boom! The Gangqi handprint hit hard on the land that had been deposited for countless years in the wilderness. Smoke and dust instantly flew up to a height of ten feet, and five deep trenches in the shape of handprints appeared on the ground at the same time.
It looked like the gods had slapped the earth a few times in the sky.
"Escape Talisman!" Zhao Huayang, who was standing on the green ruler not far behind him, was shocked. Then his face became extremely ugly and he said slowly, and the muscles on his face twitched a few times.
The escape talisman is a relatively advanced talisman that allows the user to transfer to another place in an instant, which is very fast.
Zhao Huayang was suddenly a little surprised and confused. Where did these juniors get so many things, the auxiliary magic weapon to increase speed, the puppet Fuwa, the explosive talisman, the thunder bead, the isolation talisman, the escape talisman...
Although these are not treasures, they are still rare magic weapons. Not to mention a few acquired juniors, even a first-level magical monk from a large sect like him does not have so many gadgets.
Especially the escape talisman is very rare. Even in the Haoran sect, there are only a few of them, and there must be even fewer in the other six sects. Since these juniors can escape at the same time, it means that there are at least five or more. Where did they get them?
Could it be that someone was secretly helping them without being noticed by himself? The person who could get so many things was by no means an ordinary magical monk. Was he a second-level magical power? Or a third-level magic power? The more Zhao Huayang thought about it, the more frightened he became.
But now that he is riding a tiger, Xia Chen and others already know his true identity, which is a huge trouble in itself. Putting aside this, if we just give up here and go back to the Haoran sect, wouldn't it be just to make people laugh?
Thinking of this, a cold light flashed in Zhao Huayang's eyes. He paused at his feet and was about to stop, but immediately turned into a stream of light and chased away from a distance.
He secretly made up his mind. The original idea of a cat-torture-mouse game had long since disappeared. He planned to catch up with five more juniors, slap them to death, and then leave quickly without stopping.
Buzz! The figures of Xia Chen and the five people appeared from the sky. As soon as they landed on the ground, they immediately turned into five vortexes and continued their escape.
"We teleported sixty miles." Xie Tianfeng said in a message. He didn't know what he calculated based on, so he reported an accurate number. "We can only keep a short distance from Zhao Huayang. Soon he will
Will catch up."
"I still have some here. When he catches up, we can use them again." Xia Chen said, taking out five more escape talismans and handing them to the others.
Everyone was silent, holding the escape talisman, with the powerful enemy behind them. They clearly felt the terrifying power of the first-level monks with magical powers, and they no longer had the leisure to talk about whether they were happy or not. If they had been hit by that palm just now, they would definitely die.
The green light flashed, and after a moment, Zhao Huayang caught up again. Without saying a word, he waved his left palm from a distance of dozens of feet, and five terrifying lines of innate fire swept across in an instant, and then he struck again with his right hand. Swing, there are five terrifying innate lines of fire.
Ten snow-white innate fire lines intersected to form an airtight network, covering the five people. (Please search Piao Tian Literature, the novel is better and updated faster!