Chapter 283: There are mountains outside the mountains
The world of resentful spirits, the third level of space.
A tall black-robed monk dragged a tiger-head hook backwards and slowly flew away.
His robes turned black, so he was naturally a monk of the "Zhengfu" lineage. However, the height of his flying flight was only about two or three feet, and his body was slanted and slightly leaning forward, which seemed to be similar to that of a practitioner who had just entered Taoism.
A monk in the first level of Qi level.
Looking at this person's face again, the left half is cyan and the right half is white, making him look like a "two-faced person". However, it can be seen that this person's face is not deliberately painted over by any means; it is because of his special skin color.
That's how he looks.
This man dragged his weapon forward slowly, not only because he indulged in his likes and dislikes, but also because the target he was looking for was not far ahead.
After flying away for a while, Two-Face suddenly stopped.
It is clearly visible in the eyes, and within a few miles, the mana surges and manifests all things. The air currents rise and fall, and it is better than a knife to cut on the face. A monk in black robes, and fifteen or six feet high and low.
A burly black bear fights in one place.
The black bear raised its hands and feet, and the magic power it unleashed was no less powerful than that of a late-stage Nascent Soul monk.
Not only that, the bear spirits transformed by these resentful spirits look like they have wolfish bodies and fat heads. In fact, their movements are extremely flexible and their abilities are no less than those of real bear spirits.
He jumped forward and backward, using his magic power to attack from a distance and fight hand-to-hand. It was like a cannonball fired from a stone cannon. It collided wantonly and was unstoppable.
With the combat power of the "Five Beasts" in the third dimension, those who can fight one against ten are all true heroes among the major demon clans.
The young man in black robes who fought with him moved like mercury flowing through the air, and rose like thunder. He actually moved around in the siege of more than ten black bears with ease and ease.
The rule of the world of resentful spirits is that people hunt resentful spirits, not the hunters of resentful spirits.
With this young man's cultivation, if he was attacked by a furbolg, how difficult would it be to escape? If this young man couldn't defeat more than ten black bears, what was the value of this fight?
Therefore, it is obvious that this person was besieged by the black bear, but he took the initiative to find these group of transformed resentful spirits, and wanted to turn them into martial arts and pocket them. The defense that came to him was just a game.
The young man took a glance and found that another "talisman contender" was approaching, seeming to be eyeing him.
Although there was no nervousness on his face, he still put away his playful intentions. He raised his hand, and a sapphire folding fan appeared in the palm of his hand. When opening and closing, there were two masters and three slaves, and five rays of light were like tangled threads.
Sprinkle.
The five rays of light were like needles, thorns, swords, and ropes. With the young man's fingers shaking rapidly for more than ten times, he killed the black bear spirit on the fifteenth floor.
These methods are undoubtedly the direct descendants of the Peacock clan.
Although each of the five primordial lights of the peacock clan has its own emphasis, most of them emphasize the sixteen words "as calm as water, as graceful as a stream; as condensed as a mirror, and dense as clouds", pursuing the pure state of perfection between movement and stillness.
Only in this way, after becoming the Demon King, can the great divine channel technique that is connected with destiny be formed to feed back the practice and maintain the foundation.
However, the technique this young man has achieved is to condense the five rays of light into an existence as thin as silk. It does not seek the overall appearance of the atmosphere, but seeks the secrets that are difficult to prevent in actual combat.
When Two-Face saw this, he couldn't help but clapped his hands to show his praise.
The young man had finished killing the black bear and turned around. Although he felt that Two-faced's popularity was extraordinary and his achievements were extraordinary, since he was free from the danger of enemies from both sides, he would not take any opponent into his heart.
The two-faced man said: "A good method."
"I heard that there are three direct disciples of the Nascent Soul Realm who are among the top ranked disciples of the Peacock Clan. During this field hunting meeting, there are three people who chose to embark on the path of 'fighting for talismans'. They are named Kong Tan, Kong Dan, and Kong Xia."
"Before I go to the meeting, I was bored and took a look at the Baguio Hall betting list. Kong Tan, Kong Dan, and Kong Xia are the third, seventh, and ninth favorites for the top spot respectively."
"I wonder if you are Kong Tan, Kong Dan, or Kong Xia?"
The two-faced man's words were tantamount to blatantly admitting that he was a foreign monk in disguise.
The young man blinked and said casually: "What do you think?"
The two-faced man laughed and said, "I guess you are Kong Tan."
The young man narrowed his eyes and said, "How can you see it?"
The two-faced man said calmly: "If the odds of Noble Baguiotang's gambling can truly reflect the strength ranking of all the true disciples, then the probability of you being Kong Tan is probably higher."
"We are both from the Xuangu giant clan, and there are always differences in background. If we were asked to do similar multiple-choice questions among the Phoenix clan and the Crimson Charm clan, then I would most likely guess that you are the ninth one."
After staring at the young man's face for a while, the two-faced man smiled calmly and said, "I guessed it right."
The words of the two-faced man are not only an acknowledgment of the strength of the man in front of him, but also a disparagement of the Peacock clan's heritage. The implication is simply that with the powerful strength that the young man has just displayed, it is unlikely that he will be able to defeat the Peacock clan in the future.
Among them, it only ranked ninth.
Kong Tan did not ask for the details of the double-faced man, expecting that he would not reveal it. He only said: "Whether it is war or peace, please tell me."
Kong Tan is also a very arrogant person in the clan. If he randomly met a monk who was "fighting for talismans", regardless of whether he was from the Peacock clan or not, he would have already attacked him indiscriminately.
It's just that the aura of the two-faced man in front of him was so strange that it actually gave Kong Tan a sense of trance and uncertainty. Out of caution, he spoke with a certain amount of politeness.
The two-faced man suddenly laughed, unfolded his long sleeves with his backhand, and fifteen or six magic weapons came out in succession, circling and swimming around his body, like stars circling the moon.
Kong Tan's face changed. Each of these ten treasures was filled with precious light, as brilliant as the clouds. The clear rays of light reflected each other, bright and then melted. They were all top-quality treasures among ancient artifacts, and none of them were just random items.
I can only take out five or six treasures of such quality.
The two-faced man smiled jokingly, his left hand holding the hook still standing still, and his right palm pushed back and forth, his movements slow and slow, like a strong bow charging up its power.
Immediately, a pure and heavy turbid air suddenly filled the long sleeves, as if moist firewood was thrown into the raging fire; it rolled up in the wind and rushed towards Kong Tan.
This was obviously a magical power spell of Two-Face. As for the dozen or so magic weapons, they were still swimming around extremely quietly, without disturbing any of them.
This hand was full of intimidation.
The two-faced man made it clear that he wanted to measure Kong Tan's weight.
These more than ten pieces of heavy treasures remained untouched, and both sides used their own skills to fight hard. If Kong Tan used magic treasures and foreign objects, the ancient artifacts he showed were not just decorations.
Kong Tan let out a "hum" and chose to take the move. He raised his palm, as if he was holding an object, sinking or floating. Then little bits of brilliance emerged from the space, condensing into a sharp thread.
Not to mention using magic weapons to fight, he would probably suffer a loss. Judging from the magical power used by Two-Face, the mud-like turbid air was being restrained by his "refining light like a beam" method.
The two sides used their supernatural powers to bet and fight, but Kong Tan was not dissatisfied.
In the blink of an eye, the bundle of silk threads collided with a turbid substance that looked like water slurry. It was as if a silver needle had penetrated into the cotton wool without causing any ripples.
Kong Tan's face changed slightly.
He clearly felt that his thread had encountered extremely strong resistance, and that the body of Xuan Guang was being consumed rapidly. It would take about ten breaths before it would be completely consumed by that cloud of turbid air.
Of course, the penetrating sprint power of my own Xuan Guang is equally impressive. It broke through the millions of obstacles of that "cotton wool" in an instant, and penetrated deeper step by step.
Only then did Kong Tan realize that Two-Face had deliberately used a spell that was "suitable" to compete with his magical power of "refining light like a beam". It seemed that the outcome was based on whether the mysterious light could break through the obstruction of the turbid air.
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Kong Tan felt extremely clearly in his heart that the mysterious light he emitted was getting closer and closer to breaking through the fog; however, the consumption speed of this mysterious light itself was also extremely alarming.
Comparing the two, it seems that the latter couldn't bear it first.
Thinking of this, Kong Tan's heart sank.
It seems like a long tug-of-war, but in fact it only takes about ten breaths.
Finally, at the point where Kong Tan felt that he was only one step away from breaking through the barrier, the mysterious light he dispersed was like a candle in the wind, and finally turned into a little spark, until he watched helplessly as it was completely extinguished.
The two-faced man shook his head and said: "Fellow Daoist Kong, it's a pity. If you travel a hundred miles, it's half a mile. If you still have one tenth left, I can let you go."
Kong Tan had a gloomy face but said nothing.
Although Two-Face's words were arrogant, Kong Tan knew it was hard to refute. Because everyone knew that the Peacock Clan's Five Refiners of Mysterious Light were the only way to win over others. In terms of pure performance, no other means could surpass it.
on it.
The magical power of Two-Face Man, which is like clouds and sand, may not be his most profound magical power. If you put yourself in his shoes, it would be difficult for someone to refine their own magical power into such an unattractive appearance.
Therefore, the fact that my mysterious light pierces the fog and penetrates 90% of the turbid air does not mean that there is only one tenth of the gap between myself and Two-Face.
This person's strength is really too strong!
It is really unimaginable that during Meng Dongtian's hunting, a foreign monk who is equivalent to the first direct descendant of a great clan would sneak in.
But now, if Two-Face insists on fighting, Kong Tan will have to fight him.
The two-faced man chuckled and said: "Fellow Daoist Kong Tan, I am not polite about the martial arts you have accumulated."
Kong Tan was full of energy and instantly climbed to the extreme.
But at this moment, a distant voice sounded in Kong Tan's ears: "Fellow Daoist Kong Tan, this person is so powerful that it is difficult to defeat him. I am here to help you."
Kong Tan looked up and saw another man in black robes, three or four miles away, rushing towards him.
This man was wearing a bamboo hat, but his face was very unfamiliar. He was not an old acquaintance of Kong and Tan. However, his skills were quite good. Even though he was inferior to himself, it was still enough to intervene in the fight between himself and Two-Face.
Could it be that this person knows that Two-Face cannot be defeated alone and has been waiting for an opportunity to join forces to fight against the enemy?
Although Kong Tan was arrogant, he was not a pedantic person. He immediately nodded slowly to the visitor and said: "If fellow Taoists are really willing to join forces, Kong Tan will never add insult to injury after this battle."
The two-faced man was not surprised by the visitor, and frowned: "Here you are? Why are you alone? You followed me furtively for several days, picked out good opportunities, and even discounted them? Such behavior is probably not true.
People of the Peacock Clan.”
The man in black robe wearing a bamboo hat smiled calmly and said: "Isn't it good for us to understand each other tacitly, fellow Taoist scholar? With the domineering way you act and the pretentiousness you have, you really lose your status."
The two-faced man frowned and said thoughtfully: "Fellow Literary Daoist?"
The man wearing the bamboo hat chuckled softly and said: "Fellow Taoist Wen's attire... has indeed changed a lot. If it were others, he wouldn't be able to recognize it. But no matter how good Taoist Wen is, it's just a change for me.
A scale is one foot, eight inches and six minutes. It is proved to be true, how can it be denied?"
The two-faced man regained his power and shouted: "I don't know what nonsense you are talking about. With two against one, you think too highly of yourself. Call out all three of your accomplices!"
As soon as he finished speaking, he immediately took action. Two sharp blades were used to attack Kong Tan.