The khaki halo around Zhao Tianliu's body flashed, and the figure blurred for a while. Lu Xiaotian's mouth sneered. Although the Zhao clan's illusions were magical, even if he didn't use the real imaginary ice pupils, he would have to spend a lot of time to distinguish them.
The wind giant is not an ordinary person. No matter how miraculous the magic spell performed by Zhao Tianliu is, it is just playing the harp on a cow.
The strength of a single wind-type golden man is equivalent to that of three true monks working together. How could Zhao Tianliu be able to stop it with just one person? When Zhao Tianfang saw the wind-like sword energy surging down, his expression suddenly changed and he was about to
Coming to the rescue, the thunder giant struck out with his long sword at the right moment, causing bursts of muffled thunder to roll in the air. Zhao Tianfang's brows jumped, and no matter how unwilling he felt, he could only watch the wind-like sword energy cut into pieces of earthy yellow light.
Within dizzy.
With a buzzing sound, the patches of khaki halo disintegrated, revealing a huge earth ball in the middle. Inside the earth ball, it was Zhao Tianliu. At this time, he was holding the earth magic mirror with both hands, struggling to resist the Qingfeng Giant Slash.
The long knife was drawn down. Under the raging sword energy, the earth ball was already covered with cracks, and the cracks were getting bigger and bigger. Zhao Tianliu inside the earth ball had been scratched on his body by the tiny sword energy that penetrated through the cracks. In the blink of an eye, there were many scratches on his body.
There were several cuts, and blood dripped from them.
"I will count to three. If you persist in your stubbornness, you will be removed from the Zhao clan. Three, two..."
Lu Xiaotian was not slow in counting. Cold sweat broke out on the foreheads of Zhao Tianfang and others. There were already eighteen golden figures in front of them, very much like the eighteen golden figures rumored to be left by the Qinling Emperor. Only one of them was used at this time.
With the tool, the deputy chief Zhao Tianliu has been captured. If no one rescues him, Zhao Tianliu's head will be missing in just a moment. Zhao Tianliu's strength in the clan is second only to him. In other words, the other party wants to destroy their line.
It only took a moment for the Yuanying monks to destroy the Zhao clan. It was no lie.
"Stop!" Zhao Tianzhang shouted.
"Clan leader!" Others looked sad and angry.
"I'll hand it over!" Zhao Tianfang stretched out his hand, and a fiery red ancient mirror floated in front of him and flew towards Lu Xiaotian.
Lu Xiaotian stretched out his hand and retracted the fire magic mirror. With a movement of his mind, the Green Wind Giant retracted his long sword and stood quietly in the void. He looked at Zhao Tianliu with eager eyes. If the situation was slightly wrong, he would immediately strike with thunder.
Zhao Tianliu had a look of defeat on his face, looked up to the sky and sighed, and handed over the earth magic mirror.
"There is also something to open the illusion mirror." Lu Xiaotian further said.
"Wait a moment." Although Lu Xiaotian temporarily stopped, but he was forcing the Zhao clan so much, how could Zhao Tianfang look so good. He gave a few instructions to a young man.
The young man turned into a stream of light and disappeared into the jungle behind him. After about a cup of tea, he carried a storage bag over.
Lu Xiaotian took the storage bag and looked happy. There were four parts of the black metal-like juice inside. One part could be used twice, which was enough for him to open the remaining five magic mirrors.
"This decisive battle against the ghost clan and the demon clan's alliance is an irresistible responsibility for the human race. You, the Zhao clan, have been avoiding this place for generations. It is unrealistic to want to be alone. Another branch of the Zhao clan is advocating for the tiger, which is not tolerated by the human race. War.
After that, you will be liquidated. If you still want to continue your bloodline, you'd better reorganize your troops immediately and go to fight, otherwise I will let you Zhao clan go today, and the Zhao clan people will not be able to escape the disaster later." Before he finished speaking, Lu Xiaotian and
Xiang Qingcheng has already put away the eighteen golden men and drifted away.
Poof...Zhao Tian was so relieved that a mouthful of blood spurted out from his mouth.
"Clan leader!" A group of Yuanying monks gathered around Zhao Tianfang, whose body was crumbling.
"Send the order, rectify the manpower in the clan, and prepare to go out to fight against the ghost clan!" Zhao Tianfang was not seriously injured. It was just that the only two inherited ancient mirrors in the clan were forcibly taken away, and he was so angry that he could do this.
kind of accident.
"Clan leader, have you really decided?" In contrast, Zhao Tianliu's situation was slightly worse. He had just resisted the Qingfeng Giant by himself, and had consumed a lot of mana. At this time, he was almost exhausted.
"The silver-haired monk just now was right. If the Zhao clan fails to contribute in this battle with the ghost clan, they will definitely be abandoned by the human clan afterwards. The secret realm of Lingxu has been opened for a long time, and the Zhao clan will no longer be able to fight with the ghost clan.
Isolated from the rest of the world. And another branch of the Zhao clan has been doing evil for many years. If we don’t do anything, this debt will also be placed on our heads. The Zhao clan has lost its ancient mirror and cannot lose its future survival space."
Zhao Tianfang waved his hands feebly and said.
.............
In a valley, there are eighteen golden figures surrounding them. Lu Xiaotian is sitting cross-legged under the protection of the eighteen golden figures. Xiang Qingcheng is standing on a hilltop in the distance, looking at Lu Xiaotian sitting cross-legged under the blue sky.
Lu Xiaotian spread his palm and took out the black metal-like juice that he had forcibly obtained from the Wuyu tribe. He stretched out his hand, and five pieces of gray stone formed by the phantom mirror emerged. They looked ordinary, and if they were thrown on the ground
, for some unknown reason, even Lu Xiaotian would only regard it as an ordinary stone, but who would have thought that this seemingly ordinary stone is actually an ancient mirror inherited from the Zhao family.
When he left the ice cave before, Lu Xiaotian had already sacrificed and refined the essence of Old Demon Bichan. Now he had nothing else to do except daily practice. Taking advantage of the rare calm before the war was approaching, he refined the phantom spirit.
The Seven Mirrors of the Tao are at the right time.
Lu Xiaotian smeared a black metal-like juice on one of the gray stones. Through the juice, his spiritual consciousness easily penetrated into the gray stone.
Amid a light cheer, a burst of green vitality emanated from the gray stone.
Through this exuberant vitality, Lu Xiaotian seemed to be able to feel a vast jungle, full of greenery. This vast jungle seemed real and illusory. At first glance, it seemed lifelike, but when he actually touched it, it turned into a shadow.
Wooden magic mirror!
Lu Xiaotian's lips twitched slightly as he continued to refine the second phantom mirror.
After refining the gold magic mirror, followed by earth, fire, and the last water mirror, Lu Xiaotian's body suddenly bloomed with rays of light. A halo of gold, wood, water, fire, and earth colors gathered outside, and the two strange lights inside were twisted and intertwined, making it difficult for people to see it clearly. From
In these ancient mirrors, Lu Xiaotian could feel a long-lost cheer.
Xiang Qingcheng, who had been sitting on the top of the mountain for several days, suddenly opened his eyes and felt an unprecedented and powerful aura, centered on Lu Xiaotian, blowing out in all directions.
Between heaven and earth, the wind and clouds were turbulent. The five spiritual energies of gold, wood, water, fire, and earth gathered crazily towards the five ancient mirrors of different colors surrounding Lu Xiaotian. At this time, with Lu Xiaotian as the center, a five-color auspicious cloud was formed. Only
The moving mirror and the instant mirror remained unmoved in the middle. At this time, with Lu Xiaotian as the center, a whirlpool of spiritual power had been formed, with five different spiritual powers intertwined.