Chapter 117 Xiaobihui No. 9: Ninth Layer of Qi Refining
"The formation-breaking talisman!" Ouyang De stood up and stared at Yinjinfeng. "You gave this to me too? Can you refine the formation-breaking talisman?"
Yin Jinfeng shuddered and didn't know what the leader meant. He hesitated and said: "No, I...I can't refine the formation breaking talisman yet. I picked this up accidentally a few years ago."
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"Oh!" Ouyang De said, and sat back in his chair disappointedly.
Under the ring, there was a thunderous cheer; only the disciples of Lingzhu Valley and Mi Yurong were in tears; Sikong Lan also had red eyes, as if he did not believe the facts in front of him; Gui Xiaoxiao's eyes were blurred and fell into chaos.
"Breaking Talisman?" Tianjiu heard Ouyang De's words, and his heart was filled with shock. He suddenly realized that he seemed to have fallen into a trap.
He advanced to the seventh level of Qi refining overnight, had numerous protective and attack talismans that were completely aimed at him, and formed formation-breaking talisman that could break through his formation overnight.
The other party becomes the opponent. It seems that all this is controlled by an invisible hand.
The fifth elder must be the fifth elder!
Tianjiu figured out where the joint was in an instant. The fifth elder's mind was so narrow-minded that he could not tolerate the existence of a small outer disciple of his who was in the Qi refining stage.
"You surrender! I don't want to cripple you or kill you!" Hu Meng said coldly.
"Surrender?" Tianjiu stirred and swallowed the blood that rushed to his mouth. Hu Meng's sword was completely beyond his expectation. It was so powerful that it was no less powerful than the full blow of a monk in the early stage of foundation building.
.The Sky-shaking Hammer was damaged, and he also withstood less than half of the impact. If he hadn't desperately activated a small part of the protective power of the black cloth coat, maybe he really fell to the ground now.
Hu Meng looked at the dumbfounded Tianjiu and said arrogantly: "Yes, you only have to surrender. There is no other way out. Otherwise, the sword has no eyes, so don't blame me for killing you!"
After saying that, without waiting for Tianjiu's reply, he moved the jade sword and injected spiritual power into the sword again. The three-color glazed sword was activated again, like a snake and scorpion, staring at Tianjiu ten feet away.
On his forehead, a drop of blood slipped into the corner of Tianjiu's eyes, turning half of his pupils a miserable red.
He knows very well what surrender means. As soon as he surrenders, he will lose the qualification to enter the inner gate, and will completely destroy the confidence he has just established. At the same time, he will also lose the hope of finding a way home.
"No!" Tianjiu shouted angrily, and with a flick of his hands, he held a scimitar in his hand. "You want me to admit defeat, unless you chop me!"
Mountain Knife, mid-level and high-grade, fully activated, can open mountains and crack rocks.
"Very good!" Hu Meng narrowed his eyes slightly, shook his hands, and the three-color glazed sword whizzed out.
An imperceptible smile appeared on the fifth elder's face: "Oh! Why bother? Isn't it just admitting defeat? It's not like taking his life!"
Ouyang De shook his head repeatedly but did not say a word.
Sikong Lan suddenly woke up, and a small dagger - Qingkong Dagger - slipped out of his hand silently.
Suddenly, a big hand was placed on her shoulder, and the small dagger in her hand disappeared.
Sikong Xing arrived behind her at some point, "Humph! Girl, do you want to die? As soon as you take action, your path to immortality will be completely over." Sikong Xing shouted to his daughter in a deep voice.
On the ring, Tianjiu was trembling, holding the knife in both hands, trying his best to extract spiritual power from his Dantian. But he didn't know that at this time, the Dantian was in chaos, and the seven-colored clouds had dispersed, like a mess, entangled together, and rolling violently.
stand up.
The three-color glazed sword that shot out was like slow motion in Tianjiu's consciousness. It was extremely slow. It was just that he was more than willing but not strong enough. He wanted to avoid it, but his feet didn't obey his orders. He knew that this was
Due to his weak spiritual power, he had no choice but to hold up the machete numbly and face the flying sword.
"Boom!" There was another loud noise, and then with a bang, the machete broke. Tianjiu's body hit the protective formation on the left side of the ring like a kite with broken strings, and then fell to the ring.
"Poof!" "Poof!" "Poof!" Three mouthfuls of blood spurted out in succession. Tianjiu's clothes were all blood red, and the blood in his mouth made him look even more ferocious. Severe pain came from his chest and Dantian, and his body seemed to fall apart.
"Why don't you abandon your weapons and surrender?" Hu Meng shouted angrily.
"I won't give up! I won't give up! I will never give up!" Tianjiu raised his head and shouted, leaning on the broken handle of the knife, he slowly stood up.
There was a brief silence in the entire square.
"Tianjiu! You, you give up! Wow!" Mi Yurong cried loudly.
"You asked for this, I will help you!" Hu Meng gritted his teeth and roared, then muttered something in his mouth, and circles of beige light came from the corner of the ring and disappeared into his heaven.
The three-color glazed sword buzzed, and the sword gradually became transparent, giving off a faint hint of frightening pressure.
"Summoning Technique, Spirit Technique has changed!" Yin Jinfeng's face showed an extremely excited light, and even Ouyang De's eyes suddenly lit up.
"That's right, at the seventh level of Qi refining, you can perform a change of spiritual art. This is a higher level of spiritual summoning. Its power is no less than a blow from a monk in the middle stage of foundation building! Feng'er, now you know that there is heaven outside the world, and there are people outside the world.
Well, although this guy has three spiritual roots, which is half a level lower than yours, he can actually be as good as building a foundation. In time, his future is immeasurable." Dong Hexiang nodded and said, looking at Hu Meng with a look that was obviously a bit complicated.
After Chang Feng listened to the fifth elder's words, he remained silent and just nodded repeatedly.
Tianjiu stared intently at the bright sword light, which gradually widened in his pupils from far to near.
"Roar——!" Tianjiu raised his head and roared, raised his arm, and he raised the broken handle of the machete high. Tens of thousands of silver particles in his blood suddenly shook and gathered towards the broken handle.
edge.
At the same time, deep in Tianjiu's sea of consciousness, a miniature Sky-Wing Tyrannosaurus appeared.
"Roar——!" Following Tianjiu's roar, the Sky-Wing Tyrannosaurus also let out a heart-rending roar.
"Hey!" There was a sound like a toothache, and then a dazzling light burst out. Under the stage, all the disciples unconsciously raised their arms to cover their eyes.
"This-?" All the senior figures left the table and Ouyang De also frowned.
"It's over, it's over, this kid is completely done this time!" Old Man Mi shook his mouth and kept shaking his head. Seeing his daughter's sad look, he couldn't bear it.
The light flashed and everyone opened their eyes and looked towards the arena.
On the ring, Hu Meng fell down and sat in the middle of the ring, his eyes widened, his expression decadent, as if he was in shock. The three-color glazed sword also turned back into a red jade sword, with its body dull and cracked.
Not far away, Tianjiu was lying down, huddled quietly at the edge of the ring, unable to see clearly whether he was alive or dead. The broken handle of the machete had long since disappeared.
"Boss!"
"God of Plague!"
"Tianjiu!"
Wan Bao, Mi Yurong, Sikong Lan and others shouted at the same time. Only Gui Xiaoxiao sat quietly, her face pale.
Yin Jinfeng's whole body trembled, and he secretly shouted something bad. He is the referee of this group. If Tianjiu dies, then his responsibility will be greater. Xiao Bi will die for the first time, and Head Ouyang will definitely punish him.
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Ouyang De was startled at first and glanced at Gui Xiaoxiao in the inner door area. His face relaxed and he sat calmly on the jade chair. Because he could know from Gui Xiaoxiao's condition that Tianjiu was not dead that day.
If Tianjiu dies and suffers the backlash from the divine contract, Gui Xiaoxiao is either dead or crazy, and is now safe and sound, so there will definitely be nothing wrong with him. As for whether Tianjiu is injured or disabled, it will have no impact on Hua Chen.
.After all, Tianjiu is just an outer disciple. Although he has contributed to the sect, he is not as indispensable as an elite disciple or a core disciple.
"Okay, Hu Meng wins this group's competition!" Yin Jinfeng stood up and shouted without confidence. Then he turned to look at Ouyang De and asked: "Uncle Master, do you think I can go and take a look?"
His condition?"
Ouyang De nodded, glanced at Tianjiu with his consciousness, suddenly his eyes lit up, and shouted loudly: "Slow down! Don't touch him!"
"What……?"
On the VIP stage, there was a lot of surprise and suspicion, and everyone glanced at Tianjiu who was curled up in the corner of the ring with their spiritual consciousness.
The fifth elder also glanced at it, his face was full of excitement and ever-changing, and he said to himself: "How is this possible? He is actually advancing!"
In Tianjiu's body, the Dantian suddenly collapsed due to the blow just now. The thin layer of spiritual energy was also collapsing, disappearing into thin air. The mixed and dense colorful spiritual energy in the Dantian roared, surged, and surged towards the limbs and bones.
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In the depths of Tianjiu's sea of consciousness, the Time Cauldron shines with rays of light, and the space of the sea of consciousness once again expands into the distance at an extremely fast speed. At the same time, streaks of colorful rays of light nourish his eight extraordinary meridians and nourish his body.
The five internal organs.
After dozens of people couldn't breathe, "Boom!" There was a muffled sound, and Tianjiu's sea of consciousness suddenly shook, and he suddenly opened his eyes.
"Huh? Where is this?" Tianjiu propped up his elbows, touched his aching head, and looked around.
"Mom! Why are there so many eyes?" Tianjiu whispered, sat up, and shook his head a few times before he remembered what happened before.
"Tianjiu, are you okay? I thought you were dead?" Mi Yurong jumped onto the stage, grabbed Tianjiu's arm, and shouted loudly, with tears streaming down her face.
"Huh?" Tianjiu twitched his mouth, and he could already see old man Mi's sharp eyes staring at him.
"Hey, Xiaomi, what are you doing on stage? You act like a little daughter-in-law. Go away! Go away! Your old man is going to take out a knife!" Tianjiu hurriedly sent a message.
"Little wife?" Mi Yurong was stunned, thinking of something, her face turned red instantly, and then she burst into tears and smiled.
With a bit of glibness, a bit of wit and humor, and a bit of teasing. The familiar God of Plague is back!
As soon as Mi Yurong heard the familiar voice, she knew that this guy must be fine. She stamped her little foot on Tianjiu, then flew off the stage, jumped a few times, and disappeared.