Hearing several people's requests in unison, the fourth Golden Elixir Dzogchen monk smiled slightly and slowly took out a painting from his arms, with a fiery red rope tied to it, which looked extraordinary.
"Brother Leng, what is this?"
The other three people were all surprised, because the fiery red ribbon actually exuded the aura of a magic weapon. It was obvious that the painting was no less than a pure Yang magic weapon.
"Scroll of snow falling to the sky!"
The young man surnamed Leng raised his head, looked at Feng Jinghong proudly, and slowly uttered six words. Each word was like gold and stone, making a cold and clear voice.
"Scroll of snow falling to the sky?"
The golden-winged roc transformed by Feng Jinghong obviously doesn't know what this snow-covered scroll is, but everyone knows that this scroll is probably not as ordinary as it appears, because the fiery red ribbon tied on it alone
, it is a magic weapon level rope!
"Then who makes the first move?"
After the young man surnamed Leng took out this scroll, his confidence obviously increased greatly. He lowered his head slightly and asked calmly to the other three people. It seemed that he had long forgotten that there was a Nascent Soul stage monster in front of them!
"You probably think that you can defeat me by taking out the magic weapon of the Nascent Soul stage, right? It's really ridiculous. Not to mention you four little golden elixir monks, even the real Nascent Soul wouldn't dare to do this in front of me.
presumptuous!"
Although Feng Jinghong couldn't feel what kind of magic weapon the young man surnamed Leng's picture scroll was, it actually boosted his confidence. However, Feng Jinghong was sure that the picture scroll must be extraordinary, because that magic weapon gave him
His sense of danger is even stronger than the other three people combined!
Feng Jinghong didn't give the four of them a chance to think about it. His hidden figure flashed rapidly in the space of three feet, and his spiritual consciousness was released, capturing the weakest breath among the four.
Facing the golden elixir Dzogchen monk who possesses a super powerful magic weapon and can be inspired by secret methods, even Feng Jinghong, who has now reached the Nascent Soul stage, dare not say that he is sure of victory, because after all, this ability is not his fault.
It can be cultivated, not to mention there is a time limit, just one hour!
Finally, Feng Jinghong, who was wandering around the four people, felt a slight aura fluctuation, like a slight crack in a round vase. Although it did not affect its beauty, it made it more fragile!
Boom!
There was a sudden muffled sound, and the monk holding the sword didn't even draw out the fiery red sword. He was blown away by Feng Jinghong's wings and swept into the ten-foot-thick tornado in the middle.
hiss!
This was the first time that the four golden elixir monks had failed against the golden-winged roc transformed by Feng Jinghong. The remaining three no longer had the leisurely strolling before. They all looked at each other in confusion, and then
It’s a look of horror!
No one thought that Feng Jinghong, as a senior in the Nascent Soul stage, would be so reckless about his status and take the lead. The other three people also fully understood that the "monster" in front of them was not the same as the human monks in the outside world.
, tell you the rules.
"Guys, a demon is a demon, a beast, after all, it is a beast. We don't expect him to have any senior style, let's take action!"
The young man surnamed Leng was obviously shocked by Feng Jinghong's hand. His face changed drastically, and a look of fear flashed across his face. He pulled hard on the red silk rope on the scroll in his hand.
The other two people also hurriedly took action. No matter how conceited they were, they would never be able to fight a Nascent Soul stage monster with their bare hands. The reason why they were chatting and laughing before was because they believed in the character of the Yuanying Stage monks, and it was impossible to kill them.
He planned to make a sneak attack, and he also attacked the Golden Core cultivator, but Feng Jinghong just did that!
The golden elixir monk who took out the talisman touched the talisman lightly, with reluctance in his eyes, but more ruthless and deep resentment!
Blood light flashed on the talisman paper, and the ferocious beast runes on it seemed to come to life, and kept making frightening roars. In everyone's shocked eyes, the ferocious beast pounced hard and jumped out of the talisman paper.
When he came out, his figure instantly grew, and his ferocious aura broke through the wind-like conception of the golden-winged roc transformed by Feng Jinghong, and went straight up into the sky!
"Rule beast! It's actually a rune beast. There are still rune beasts in the world of cultivation today!"
Although Feng Jinghong knew little about the anecdotes of cultivation, he happened to know what was in front of him.
Talisman beasts are the rare Talisman treasures that once shone in the world in ancient times. With a trace of residual spirit and blood, you can inspire all the strength of this monster beast. And as long as the Talisman power is strong, you can also restore it to its original form and reach a more advanced level.
The beast's strength can even reach the original bloodline, showing earth-shattering strength!
The only disadvantage of rune beasts is that they are used too few times, and the more powerful the rune beasts are, the less often they are used, because that kind of powerful soul power and bloodline are not easy to gather, and even rune paper is not good
Find.
Despite this, this kind of talisman beast, which is not easy to make, is still sought after by people because its immediate combat power is so amazing that it even triggered a bloody battle. In the end, the talisman gate disappeared mysteriously, and the cultivation world that had been bloody for thousands of years finally slowed down.
He slowly calmed down, but after so long, such a legendary thing still appeared. How could Feng Jinghong not be shocked!
"Hmph, it seems that you know a lot. Although it was hard for me to get this Talisman beast, I don't have to worry about much in order to deal with you. You forced me to do it, so die!"
The golden elixir cultivator's face flashed with anger, and with a fierce palm strike, the five-foot-long monster roared and rushed towards Feng Jinghong,
The other two people next to him were not to be outdone, and they naturally would not miss this opportunity. The young master of Wanren Mountain shone with a cold light, and a cold military aura enveloped him, and various weapons and magic weapons were everywhere.
The weapons are flying through the air, each one is a magic weapon or above, and there are even three magic weapon-level swords!
"Ten thousand soldiers transformed into bodies, kill!"
More than a thousand weapons were like rain, shooting at Feng Jinghong from the other side!
"Humph, in that case, Leng is not welcome anymore!"
The young man surnamed Leng pulled hard on the red silk rope of the scroll in his hand, and an extremely cold breath erupted from the scroll like an avalanche. The area within a hundred miles was instantly enveloped in ice. Even Feng Jinghong was also shocked at that moment.
I felt extremely cold!
"Artistic conception! This is the artistic conception that only exists in the Yuanying stage, and it is the artistic conception of the Dzogchen monks in the Yuanying stage!"
Feng Jinghong finally changed his mind. Even now, he has no chance of winning against the monks at the Nascent Soul stage, not to mention that he only reached his current state with the help of external objects!
"Am I going to run away?"
This idea flashed through Feng Jinghong's mind, but he rejected it immediately. He didn't want to waste this Golden Winged Roc Pill in vain, and he also figured it out at that moment, even if these three people could use Yuanying
The monks' magic weapons and supernatural powers were in his hands, but they would never be able to sustain them for too long, so he had to take a chance!
"Since you are so stubborn, I will teach you a lesson!"
Feng Jinghong thought of what to do at that moment. The only way to kill these three people without getting hurt was to detonate the artistic conception of wind. Although this would bring some harm to him, Golden Wings
The time effect of Dapeng Pill has been reduced by half, but it has only been half an hour since he took it. The remaining half hour is enough!
The cold chill seems to affect people's thinking, and even the brain slows down. Thousands of soldiers are approaching, and ferocious beasts are attacking. At this moment, Feng Jinghong detonates the artistic conception of the wind without hesitation!
burst!
No one expected such a result. For Nascent Soul stage monks, even monsters will not be so crazy, because artistic conception is the only basis for their advancement. Self-destruction of artistic conception means annihilating the way forward.
Who would make such a choice between life and death?
The three golden elixir monks did not even have a chance to resist in such a shock wave, and turned into ashes. Feng Jinghong also flew upside down for dozens of miles like a kite with a broken string. As for the surrounding onlookers,
Although the monks were far apart, many were knocked unconscious.
"Pfft!"
Feng Jinghong spat out blood from his mouth and sprinkled a rain of blood in the air.
"I didn't expect that the power of the backlash and explosion would be so terrifying. It's a little difficult for me to even maintain the transformation state for ten breaths. Forget it, I won't take those trophies. Let's leave quickly to avoid being recognized!"
Feng Jinghong forced herself to steady her body and reluctantly glanced at the four storage rings slowly falling in the distance. She flapped her wings and flew quickly into the distance.
Just as Feng Jinghong disappeared, a crack in the void opened where he stood, and a graceful figure slowly stepped out of the crack. It was Jueqing, that weird Buddhist female cultivator, Jueqing!
"Zhan Long, are you talking about here?"
Jueqing glanced around, looking at the low-level monks fleeing in the distance, frowning slightly, and asked into the void.
"Exactly!"
If you look closely, you will find a group of pale yellow flames beating in the void, almost transparent.
"Yes, there was indeed a great battle here, and many powerful people appeared here, as well as the auras of the Nascent Soul stage. But I am sure that this is definitely not a monster beast from the Nascent Soul stage. There should be someone who transformed into a monster and attacked.
These people!"
Jueqing's brows furrowed even more tightly, and he kept looking at the direction Feng Jinghong left. His eyes shone with a strange light, as if he could penetrate the void and see everything.
"It's not a monster? It's a human?"
The flame was beating, but its color was lighter, almost completely transparent.
"Yes, it's a person. This person is very powerful and has a unique technique. He can transform into a monster. With your current strength, it's not bad to be able to escape. There was originally a rare treasure here that could help you rebirth, but now, it has been
Being taken away by others, you can only temporarily live in my Buddha realm, and I will send you to be reborn in the future!"
Jueqing said affirmatively. He gently reached out his hand and grabbed it in the air. As if he had grasped something, he held it in front of his nose and sniffed it for a few times. A strange expression flashed across his face, vaguely fierce, and he looked at Feng Jinghong.
In the direction of flying away, he took a few deep breaths and spoke quietly.
"I didn't expect it to be you. No wonder you have always kept me from seeing that you have such strength. I will let you keep that thing for a few days. When you go there, you can return it to its original owner!"
Jueqing's voice was hollow and cold. Zhan Long beside him didn't quite understand, but he could see that there was a drop of bright red blood on Jueqing's open palm!