Facing a great demon king, Xiao Fan didn't give him any chance to breathe. ∷∷,
As soon as the earth demon took action, Xiao Fan was already in front of the blue-shirted scribe.
"Dragon Elephant Heavy Hand!"
In an instant, Xiao Fan transformed into a giant several feet tall, with muscles all over his body like an iron tower, and he suppressed it with one palm.
Suddenly, the wind roared, and a huge force that could not be resisted came down like a mountain. The blue-shirted scribe could hardly breathe, with a look of fear on his face. He really didn't expect that this junior's body refining skills
To be so strong.
At this moment, he had no time to think about anything else. Without saying a word, he let out a violent shout, raised his arms, and struck at the giant palm that suppressed him.
He also knew that the inheritance of Langye Academy was not good at physical force. Fighting with body refiners head-on was the stupidest way to fight head-on. However, at this moment, he had no choice.
Soon enough, the two forces collided with each other with a "boom".
The result is no doubt.
Although the blue-shirted scribe is a late-stage Great Demon Lord, his physical strength is far different from Xiao Fan's.
Dragon Elephant's heavy hand suppressed it with almost no delay.
"puff--"
Blood splattered everywhere, and in the blink of an eye, the blue-shirted scribe's bones and flesh were reduced to mud.
Xiao Fan couldn't help but be slightly startled.
Although he was very confident in the heavy hand of Dragon Elephant and knew that the blue-shirted scribe was definitely not his opponent in a head-to-head encounter, but the opponent was after all a great demon in the late Nascent Soul stage. He was killed by a palm without any ability to fight back. Xiao Fan still
I find it a bit unbelievable.
Such a great demon king is a bit too weak.
But the next moment, Xiao Fan knew that he was wrong.
There was a soft "wave" sound, a few feet away. The blue-shirted scribe appeared, seemingly unscathed. However, his face was pale. His breath was much weaker than before, and he only barely retained the late-stage Nascent Soul spirit.
The realm of a monk seems likely to fall below the level of the late Nascent Soul at any time.
And where he just stood, there was indeed a mutilated corpse. The smell of blood was strong and tangy, and it was definitely not fake.
"Blood puppet with the same fate?"
Xiao Fan raised his eyebrows slightly and said, his expression suddenly clear.
The so-called "Blood Puppet of the Same Life" is a unique name for the Qiye Realm. In the Nanzhou Continent, there is also a similar thing called "Jie Jie Puppet". They are all blood puppets made from their own blood after a long period of special refining.
At the critical moment, you can "Li Dai Tao Zhi" to save yourself from disaster.
In the "Tianmiao Divine Talisman" secret book, there is also a record of an extremely magical talisman called the "Life-Replacing Tribulation Talisman", which is the same as the True Essence Talisman. It must be cultivated in one's body for a long time before it can exert its effect as a tribulation-replacing talisman.
The longer it is cultivated in the body, the more obvious the effect will be.
But no matter who it is, they can only cultivate one destiny talisman within the same period of time. They have to wait for this talisman to be used before they can continue to cultivate the second one. But for it to be effective, it will be decades later.
And the same person can only cultivate three talisman replacement talismans in his lifetime. After three tribulation replacement talismans are used up, no matter how good your talisman making skills are or how profound your cultivation is, you can never cultivate a fourth one.
Moreover, the talisman of destiny can only be refined by oneself and cannot be replaced by others.
Such a brilliant talisman cannot be refined by ordinary monks. In fact, with Xiao Fan and Fairy Tianmiao's attainments in talismans, they have experienced dozens of failures in refining this talisman.
In the end, I was lucky enough to accidentally refine it successfully.
Now these two talismans have only been cultivated in Xiao Fan and Fairy Tianmiao for more than ten years. They will be usable, but the effect is naturally not good. Fortunately, Xiao Fan and Fairy Tianmiao have not been forced to do this so far.
In a desperate situation, you can take some time off and continue cultivating.
Unexpectedly, the blue-shirted scribe could also refine such a magical puppet for the tribulation.
Otherwise, under the attack of Xiao Fan and the earth demon, it would not be so easy to escape. Even if he was not killed on the spot, he would still be seriously injured.
"Junior, I'm sorry for you!"
The blue-shirted scribe glared at Xiao Fan fiercely, with incomparable hatred. But after all, this man was worthy of being the Great Demon Lord of the later period. He was very decisive. Seeing that his plan failed and was being plotted by others, he made a quick decision, and with the light under his feet, he was about to go to the secret room.
Waiji ran away.
"Still want to leave?"
At this moment, a buzzing voice suddenly sounded behind him.
It's the earth devil.
Naturally, the one who spoke was not the earth demon puppet, but the divine fortune teller Ying Lingze.
In Tianmo City, most of the time, the divine fortune teller could only stay in Xiao Fan's space ring. He was really suffocated. Now he finally came out for some air. Before he could fight, the great master of Langye Academy wanted to escape.
, how can the divine fortune teller do what he wishes?
"Who?"
The blue-shirted scribe turned his head sharply.
But all he saw was golden light flashing in front of him, and countless brilliant money pouring down like raindrops. The aura emanating from the money was so powerful that it made one's heart palpitate.
After all, his opponent was a late-stage great monk, so Ying Lingze didn't hold back at all and went all out.
This is Tianmo City, and this person is an important figure in Tianmo Dao. If he accidentally lets him go, it will definitely be a big trouble.
"Tongxuan Lingbao?"
While the blue-shirted scribe was in panic, how could he have time to make a detailed analysis? He only shouted half a sentence before he was already enveloped by the sky full of money.
Among the money, the blue-shirted scribe's roar of shock and anger could be heard.
A flash of light flashed in Xiao Fan's eyes, and dozens of blue-gold dragon scales flew out, and in an instant, a three-layer dragon scale sword formation was formed around him. Seventy-two dragon scale short swords that had been re-refined by Huang Tang
The sword is not only sharper and sharper, but also easier to control because of its pure material, requiring much less spiritual power.
After a moment, there was only a loud "boom" sound, and countless bright money flew in all directions. A big hole was opened in the money array, and the blue-shirted scribe shot out. But the great teacher at this moment,
His whole body was dripping with blood, and not a single piece of flesh was intact. He was cut into a bloody man. And his aura dropped directly to the middle stage of Nascent Soul, and he could no longer maintain the level of a great monk.
It should be noted that breaking through Ying Lingze's life-threatening money formation forced him to take the risk of self-exploding a powerful magic weapon before he was able to escape by luck.
Being able to escape with his life under the fierce attack of the imitation Tongxuan Lingbao is already considered a great achievement for him.
However, as soon as he escaped, before he could take a breath, there was a thunderclap, and an extremely thick silver arc struck his head. The terrifying aura coming from the top of his head was not as good as the life-threatening money, or even exceeded it.
The blue-shirted scribe's face was livid, he didn't care to curse, his feet were dazzled by the light, and he flew to the side to dodge.
There is no doubt that if one is hit by this electric arc, it will be absolutely dead and completely destroyed.
Xiao Fan didn't expect that the Thunder Light Pagoda would kill him with one strike. It only made him more panicked and unable to make a correct judgment on the surrounding situation. To deal with this kind of veteran with extremely rich fighting experience, he must use lightning speed to cover his ears.
The situation forced him to a desperate situation.
If we keep things straight and have offense and defense, we don't know how long this tug-of-war will last.
Even if we win in the end, I'm afraid it will be a miserable victory.
If you kill ten thousand people, you will lose three thousand.
The blue-shirted scribe hurriedly avoided the silver thunderbolt, only to feel the cold light shining around him, and the hairs all over his body suddenly stood up. Although his realm had fallen to the middle stage of Nascent Soul, his senses were still extremely sharp. There was no doubt that.
This is another big killer approaching.
How many of the trump cards of this young generation and his demon puppets have not been used?
Fortunately, this time the big killing weapon seemed to give him a little time to breathe, and it was not cut like lightning. When he looked carefully, he saw twenty-four daggers shining with blue-gold light, closing towards him.
The speed may be said to be fast, but it may be said to be slow, but it is definitely not slow.
"Dragon scale sword?"
After all, the blue-shirted monk is worthy of being a late-stage great monk. He is well-informed and can recognize at a glance that this is a dagger transformed from the scales of a dragon. And it is the most powerful one. Before he even gets close, he is already feeling cold all over his body and cutting his skin.
Dull pain.
After such a delay, the Dragon Scale Sword Formation was already approaching.
A look of panic and anger flashed across the face of the blue-shirted scribe, and with a loud shout, the ancient bamboo slips emerged again, rising in the wind, and in an instant turned into a fence, firmly protecting it in the center.
This bamboo book is his natal magic weapon. It is both offensive and defensive, and it is a good treasure.
However, normally, the blue-shirted scribe would be reluctant to use this natal magic weapon like this, as it was too arrogant. Now that he was desperate, he couldn't care less.
In an instant, the Dragon Scale Sword Formation collided with the fence of the Bamboo Bookstore.
In the sound of "chi chi", the bamboo slips shone brightly, but were cut open by the dragon scale dagger without any suspense. The dragon scale sword was mixed with the golden dragon king's native dragon scale and re-tempered, the blade was so sharp, in such a situation
The low-level interface is already considered to be the top level. Although the bamboo slips are both offensive and defensive, in terms of sharpness and tenacity, how can they be the opponent of the dragon scale sword?
It's just that the blood-colored seal characters on the bamboo slips couldn't help but fly, and the smell of blood was strong, but it had the miraculous effect of contaminating the treasure.
Finally, the fence made of bamboo slips could no longer withstand it. It whined and turned into dots of blood-colored shadows. It gathered together in mid-air and turned into a bamboo book again. However, the breath of the bamboo book at this moment dropped greatly and became extremely dim.
, it was obvious that he was severely injured, and without a long period of rest and training, it would be difficult to recover.
The twenty-four dragon scale daggers also exhausted their power and flew away with a roar.
The blue-shirted scribe's face was as pale as paper. His body swayed heavily and he almost fell over. He took a deep breath and swallowed back the blood that surged to his chest. He raised his hand and took the bamboo book back, and escaped with his feet.
When light comes together, it will radiate outward.
But the next moment, he suddenly stopped, his eyes widened, and his face was full of disbelief.
A buzzing sound sounded, and twenty-four dragon-scale swords emerged from the void, shining with green-gold cold light, and their sharp aura pierced deep into the bone marrow.
A look of extreme despair suddenly flashed across the face of the blue-shirted scribe, and his eyes suddenly became hollow and lifeless. (To be continued...) u