Chapter 70: The Power of the Spirit Transformation Needle
Chapter 70 The Power of the Divine Needle
Meng Bufan looked around the room, looking for something to test.
Looking for someone, it won't work. I don't know how powerful the Transformation Needle is. It cannot be used easily until the moment of life or death.
Meng Bufan saw a fly buzzing above the table.
As soon as he thought, a faint silver light shot out from his fingertips. If you didn't look carefully, you wouldn't be able to feel the existence of that silver light.
Meng Bufan used the Divine Eye of Heaven and Earth to carefully observe the trajectory of the Divine Transformation Needle.
The small magic needle rotated rapidly in the air. Where it passed, a grey-brown vortex the size of a mung bean was formed. As its speed increased, the vortex behind it became larger and larger.
The flies were still flying in the air, unaware of the coming danger.
Meng Bufan controlled it with his mind, and the magic needle passed by the fly.
He did not choose to sting the fly directly with the needle, as that would definitely kill the fly. He just wanted to test the damage that the spirit can do to the soul.
When the God Transformation Needle passed by the fly, Meng Bufan saw a wisp of soul flying out of the fly and being sucked in by the vortex at the tail of the God Transformation Needle.
The fly lost its balance as if it had been electrocuted, and suddenly fell onto the table, its whole body twitching, and its legs struggling wildly.
Meng Bufan used his mind to recall the Divine Transformation Needle, which turned into a stream of light and submerged into Meng Bufan's body.
At this time, Meng Bufan was sweating profusely, his face was pale, his whole body was weak, and he had collapsed.
He sat down heavily on the chair and quickly took two mouthfuls of the spiritual fluid.
The use of the Divine Transformation Needle, because it uses thoughts to control objects, also places great demands on one's own soul power. The current Meng Bufan's soul power is still not strong enough.
Meng Bufan smiled bitterly. The Divine Transformation Needle is indeed a very good weapon, but it also requires a lot of soul power. He really can't use it easily now.
When facing an enemy, once the Divine Transformation Needle fails to produce an effect and inflicts heavy damage on the opponent, Meng Bufan can only sit back and wait for death.
At this time, Meng Bufan particularly hoped that he could find martial arts skills to cultivate his soul power. If his soul power was strong enough, it would be particularly easy to use the Divine Transformation Needle.
After several minutes, Meng Bufan's expression returned to normal.
These more than a month in Fang Mansion were the most comfortable and comfortable days for Meng Bufan. Although Meng Bufan was very happy, he couldn't live like this forever. A warrior's enterprising spirit was absolutely indispensable. He felt that he needed to go out and experience it.
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After bidding farewell to his sister, Meng Bufan found Fang Jun.
Although Fang Jun failed in his pursuit of Meng Cuiyun, he became good friends with Meng Bufan.
Fang Jun was very happy after knowing Meng Bufan's purpose of coming.
"Just in time, I also want to go out and practice. Let's go to Huangshi Mountain, which is closest to Tianyu City. Many children from aristocratic families will choose to go there to practice before the competition."
Huangshi Mountain is only more than 800 miles away from Tianyu City. There are first-level to sixth-level spiritual beasts on the mountain.
Half an hour later, the two of them were already standing on the mountainside of Huangshi Mountain. This was the fourth-level spirit beast area. For them at the Wuzong realm, this place was just right.
The whole mountain was filled with the roar of beasts.
The sounds of fighting and screams filled my ears.
From time to time, they would find bloody battlefields, and they didn't know whether the bloodstains were left by humans or spiritual beasts.
A rustling sound came from the dense forest.
Meng Bufan and Fang Jun looked at each other and stepped up their guard.
Meng Bufan used the divine eye of heaven and earth to find a huge black scorpion speeding towards them a few hundred meters away.
The fourth level spiritual beast Black Scorpion.
This black scorpion is more than one meter tall, with six jet-black legs, like six large shiny black pliers. A two-meter-long tail exudes a fishy smell.
In a blink of an eye, the black scorpion came to them.
After making two squeaking sounds, Wu Scorpion launched an attack on Meng Bufan.
The scorpion swung its tail, and the black scorpion's tail swept over with the momentum of sweeping an army.
Wherever the scorpion tail touches, grass clippings fly and trees break.
Meng Bufan's strength is already comparable to that of a fifth-level spiritual beast. Now, the black scorpion, a fourth-level spiritual beast, poses no challenge to Meng Bufan.
He pulled out the azure light sword and struck with the falling clouds!
A brilliant ray of light flashed across, like a rainbow falling from the sky.
The sword light cut off the black scorpion's tail easily like chopping melons and vegetables.
Wu Scorpion let out a squeaking scream, turned around and wanted to run away.
It probably didn't expect that the young man in front of it had such amazing fighting prowess.
Want to run? How can it be so easy? Meng Bufan waved his green light sword. The first move of the Shadowless Sword - Rising Sun Stab!
A flash of sword light flashed, and Wu Xie's head was firmly pinned to the ground by the green light sword. He didn't even struggle, and he couldn't die anymore.
Fang Jun, who stood aside and did not take any action, was amazed again and again.
They are both martial arts masters. If he were to deal with Wu Xie, he would not be able to kill Wu Xie without two or three hours of hard fighting. But Meng Bufan only used two moves to easily kill Wu Xie with just a few moves.
kill.
Taking out Wu Xie's inner elixir, Meng Bufan threw it to Fang Jun.
The inner elixirs of fourth-level spiritual beasts can also be exchanged for some high-grade spiritual stones, but it would be useless for Meng Bufan to ask for them.
"Brother Jun, I want to go to the area with level five spiritual beasts. Will you go with me?"
Meng Bufan asked Fang Jun. For him, who was able to fight across levels, the fourth-level spirit beast was not challenging, and the meaning of experience was lost.
Fang Jun's face turned a little pale. "Forget it, it's very difficult for me to deal with the fourth-level spiritual beasts. I don't even dare to think about the fifth-level spiritual beasts. If I go, it will only hinder you. You can go alone."
Let’s meet at the foot of the mountain in a month.”
Meng Bufan nodded and walked toward the level five spirit beast area alone.
Suddenly, there was a faint and exciting sound of the piano in front of him. The sound of the piano made Meng Bufan feel in a trance. Meng Bufan was stunned, how could anyone have the leisure to play the piano in this place? Moreover, the sound of the piano was so weird.
Sonic attack!
He was very curious, so he quickened his pace and followed the sound and hurried over.
It's an acquaintance, Mu Qing'er.
Mu Qing'er was holding a guqin and was playing it hard. Her left arm and sleeves were torn, and blood was still flowing out. Half of her white skirt was soaked in blood. Her face was pale at the moment,
I am struggling to support myself.
A huge fifth-level spiritual beast, the Chongming Bird, was hovering above her head at the moment. The Chongming Bird with its wings spread out was at least more than ten meters long.
Now Chongmingniao is also a little afraid of Mu Qing'er's piano sound and does not dare to approach her again easily.
The Chongming Bird is a sacred bird. It looks like a chicken and sings like a phoenix. This bird has two eyes in each eye, so it is called the Chongming Bird, also called the Chongming Bird. It is very powerful and its two claws are extremely sharp.
, capable of chasing wild beasts. It flies extremely fast and can travel one hundred thousand miles a day.
Meng Bufan was very surprised. Mu Qing'er is only at the tenth level of Wujun. Isn't she looking for death when she goes to the fifth-level spirit beast area? How could she mess with the Chongming Bird? The Chongming Bird is much more difficult to deal with than ordinary fifth-level spirit beasts.
, even some martial emperors did not dare to provoke it easily.
But now is not the time to consider these issues, Mu Qing'er's situation is very critical.
Meng Bufan flew over and was already standing next to Mu Qing'er.
When Mu Qing'er saw Meng Bufan, her pale face was relieved. With Meng Bufan's help, she believed that she would be able to conquer the Chongming Bird.
"Brother Fan, can you attack with mental power? Attack the soul of Chongmingniao." Mu Qing'er begged.
Meng Bufan was a little hesitant. The only way he could count as a soul attack was the Divine Transformation Needle he had just learned. After using it, he would become very weak and it would take at least several minutes to recover. In this dangerous Yellowstone Mountain,
A few minutes of weakness is a few minutes of being defenseless. This is a small adventure.
Looking at Mu Qing'er's clear big eyes, Meng Bufan didn't have the heart to refuse. He also wanted to test the true power of the magic needle. After all, the results of the test on flies were not accurate. If others knew that he was on a fly,
Test the magic needle, maybe you can laugh yourself to death.
The Chongming Bird dived again, grabbing Mu Qing'er with its two huge claws.