Wu Luo was caught off guard amid Wu Shengjiu's distracted attack.
White light flashed across her eyes, and Fang Baijian slashed her neck with his sword, drawing a bloodstain on her leopard-printed skin. Then her whole body was in raging fire,
The Tai Su Huang Ya True Fire rolled out of the glazed fire marrow burned the golden armor she wore into gray black. The hooked snake above her head was circling, bringing wind, rain, thunder, lightning and violent tornadoes, and it was on her golden armor.
, like a silver snake dancing wildly.
Gradually, Wu Luo was entangled by the tentacles of the demon vine and wrapped into a white insect chrysalis by the demon spider's silk. At the moment she was restrained, the green bracelet suddenly fell from the top of her head and hit her helmet hard.
After a knock, the thorns of Fire Fox hooked onto her wrist, and she tentatively picked it up twice, trying not to pull off her Fangtian Painted Halberd.
Wu Luo tightened his wrist and suddenly let out a leopard roar, like a cat meowing.
"Meow--"
In the cry, golden light shone everywhere, and the tightly wrapped demon vine branches and the demon spider's silk threads all burst apart. The fire fox will hook the grass of the halberd in the sky and be blown away. The raging Taisu Huangya True Fire is blown away.
The golden light blew out, and the tornado rolled back, driving away the wind, rain, thunder and lightning. The hook snake whimpered, immediately urinated, and climbed into the clouds...
At this moment, Zuo Ci summoned a group of green-faced and fanged evil spirits, swarmed out of the Ximen, and rushed towards Wu Luo. Unfortunately, he didn't rush at the right time, and he was hit by the golden light that Wu Luo shot out, and they all scattered like birds and beasts.
, most of them were annihilated by the golden light, and the remaining ones retreated from the eight gates. There were bursts of green smoke and various squeaking and ghostly sounds emitting from the eight gates. The appearance was quite miserable.
But it can't be said that it was all in vain. Zuo Ci was good at summoning imps, and the imps he summoned each had different magical uses. These imps were specially summoned by him after thinking hard, specifically to deal with arrogant and lonely gods like Wu Luo.
To put it bluntly, it is just to cause pollution and create congestion in Wuluo.
These little ghost bodies contain decaying energy. When they are extinguished by Wu Luo's golden light, they make a "puff puff" sound, which is the release of decaying evil energy. These evil energies linger around Wu Luo and cannot be dispelled for a while. They are affected by these evil energies.
Xun, Wu Luo suddenly felt extremely nauseous, and while activating the golden light to continue to expel it, he was so sick that his consciousness felt uncomfortable, and he retched repeatedly.
The opportunity just comes!
A crescent moon shot out from the grotto, hanging on the horizon, and shot towards Wuluo at a strange angle.
Wu Luo immediately sensed the power of this crescent moon, but at this moment he was so sick that his body and mind could not control himself, and he was three points too slow to dodge. He could only rely on the invulnerable protection of the golden armor to block it with his body.
, in an instant, true energy was poured into the golden armor, and countless heavy golden lights flashed.
The Silver Moon True Essence Arrow ignored the guarding golden light and shot directly at Wu Luo Shen Nian. The True Essence Arrow shot by Jiao Shan Laojun that day was 600,000 colorful stones. Shang Zi was injured on the spot. Now
The arrow contained a million colorful stones, and its power was increased by 70%. Wu Luo trembled and became stiff on the spot.
Seeing the success of one arrow, Wu Sheng took the opportunity to shoot the second arrow, and the spiritual power of one million colorful stones was shot at Wu Luo.
Wu Luo was illuminated by countless heavy golden lights, and suddenly spread his wings, and a cyan black bird emerged from the golden light, shaped like a wild duck, with its head and tail glowing red.
The cyan black bird flew up from the golden light, spread its wings, and faced the silver moon true essence arrow flying from the sky. Just when Wu Sheng thought that the silver moon true essence arrow would definitely bypass the black bird, the black bird's beak
He opened it and swallowed the Silver Moon True Essence Arrow in one gulp.
Countless rays of green and red light diffused from the black bird's body. The black bird whined and dissipated in the light, and the Silver Moon True Essence Arrow also turned into blue light and dissipated.
Wu Sheng looked at this scene in disbelief and was in a daze when he saw Wu Luo vomiting out a mouthful of green blood and his face turned extremely pale.
Wu Luo looked at Wu Sheng steadily and said word by word: "As expected, the Moon Shooting Bow is here with you. Who are you, the Moon Immortal?"
Wu Sheng's heart trembled: "How do you know about my treasure bow? Who told you? Mr. Jiaoshan? Or someone else?"
Wu Luo stared at Wu Sheng, as if his eyes were piercing through the past, looking at something ethereal. He recalled for a moment and said softly: "I didn't expect that the lineage of Yuexian still exists in the world. If we cut the grass without eradicating the roots, there will be endless harm!"
Wu Sheng was speechless: "Let's not talk about whether I am of the Moon Immortal lineage. Even if I am, how long ago was it? Three thousand years? Or five thousand years? How much hatred and hatred must there be, considering a descendant like me?
On your body?"
Wu Luo murmured: "In order to block this moon-shooting bow, I practiced hard for three hundred years, and I almost forgot about it. I didn't expect it to be useful today! What can three thousand years do? How long? Thousands of years, just a snap of the fingers.
…”
Wu Sheng suddenly realized that it was not that the Silver Moon True Essence Arrow was blocked, but that it had hit Wu Luo's substitute treasure.
Some monks have acquired a wonderful Taoist method that allows them to cultivate the treasure of a substitute, connect it with their spiritual consciousness, and connect with their own life. Although it takes a lot of energy and time, they can take their place from harm at critical moments. When Wu Sheng and the Skeleton Patriarch were fighting
, the Skeleton Patriarch used his black skull to block his Silver Moon True Essence Arrow.
This kind of substitute treasure is extremely difficult to cultivate. The more advanced the cultivation level, the more difficult it is to cultivate it. This is because the more advanced the cultivation level is, the Taoism that can threaten them is extremely powerful. If they want to take the place of the master,
This kind of Taoism can tell how strong this substitute treasure needs to be.
A great god like Wu Luo had to practice hard for three hundred years in order to resist the Moon Shooting Bow. I really don’t know what kind of grudge it is to hold such a grudge against him.
Wu Sheng still has the power of the last arrow. Should he shoot it? This is a question.
He didn't know how many of these blue black birds Wu Luo had refined, but as long as one more could block his last arrow, the three of them would be wiped out.
At this moment, Wu Sheng could only summon the Silver Moon Bow from the grotto, hang it on the top of a rocky mountain in the distance, open the bow and set an arrow, and aim at Wu Luo.
Wu Luo felt the threat of the Silver Moon Bow and said coldly: "The Moon Shooting Bow is a very powerful treasure, but it is a pity in your hands. How many arrows can you still shoot with your strength?"
Wu Sheng said frankly: "It is true that I can't shoot many arrows. One arrow, two arrows or three arrows. You can take a guess. If I guess correctly, the first arrow has seriously injured you, otherwise your black bird will not be able to shoot."
It’s just such a mysterious bird that appears. How many have you made? Three? Two? Or just the one just now?”
Wu Luo did not answer Wu Sheng's question, but shook his hand and took out a silver ring, threw the silver ring into the air, and a circle of silver light bloomed. The silver light spread out, expanding from the thickness of an arm to several miles in radius, firmly
Lock up this rocky mountain.
"No one can leave here again!" Wu Luo announced, his tone full of sadness.
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