The three feet of finger dust on the Taoist nun's hand turned into slender silver needles, dancing wildly in the sky. There were two corpses of monks on the ground with their bodies covered with sharp pinholes. It must have been the Taoist nun's doing.
The blood on the broken arm of the one-armed bearded middle-aged man who was hostile to the Taoist nun had formed scabs. He still looked fierce at this time. Looking at the tired faces of these monks, it was obvious that they had been fighting for a long time.
At this time, the focus of the fight between the two waves of people was a tree in the cracks of several rocks in the valley. It was only about a foot tall and as thick as a fist. At first glance, it looked like a dead tree.
"Zhi Muyan Marrow!" Even Chi Yunsang also showed a hint of enthusiasm in his eyes at this time.
Lu Xiaotian was even more shocked. Zhimu rock marrow is an extremely rare spiritual object between heaven and earth. It looks like wood but not wood, and looks like rock but not rock. Once it is possessed by a monk and refined, the physical body can be raised to the level of 100 years later.
The seventh level, or even the ninth level, is terrifying. Although it takes a long time, and only the golden elixir monk can refine it, for the golden elixir monk's life essence, it is completely usable. Lu Xiaotian himself can
It is a physical cultivation, but after entering the golden elixir stage, the physical cultivation has not been able to break through. The explosive power of physical cultivation in fighting, as well as the ability to withstand injuries, and the recovery ability are far beyond what ordinary monks can compare with.
.It's a pity that Zhimu Rock Essence also has a huge flaw. Once taken, the physical body's cultivation will stop at the ninth level at most, and there will be no progress.
But for many golden elixir monks, a hundred years are completely affordable. Although many foundation-building monks don't even form elixirs until they are more than two hundred years old, even Chiyun Sang, Wang Tuoguai and a few people no longer have enough.
The longevity of Yuan Yuan lasts until the day when it is completely refined into the wood rock marrow. But there is no one who does not have a reverie about Yuanying in his heart. Even for Yuanying monks, if the physical strength can reach the seventh level, or the ninth level, it is also
A great temptation. Even if they don't need it, if they take it out and exchange it, it can even be worth a Yingying Pill! As for the effects of taking the Zhimu Rock Marrow, the physical cultivation will only stop at nine.
Level is not a problem for these golden elixir monks. After all, except for a few people who are gifted with talents and have a huge family, few people will choose to practice physical cultivation at the same time as cultivation.
These people would not expect to have two cultivation levels break through to the Nascent Soul stage at the same time. Zhimu Rock Marrow is a rare treasure that is enough to shock an entire party and is priceless!
No wonder these two waves of people fought so fiercely for this Zhimu rock marrow. And near the Zhimu rock marrow, there was the corpse of a ninth-level demon cow. Its body was also full of fine holes. I'm afraid
He was also killed by the Taoist nun. But he didn’t expect that a wave of people would come and kill him later.
The long knife wielded by the bearded middle-aged man was riddled with holes under the attack of those fine silver wires. The Taoist nun's fingers twitched and hit the chest of the bearded middle-aged man with a broken arm.
, the middle-aged man with a broken arm spat out a mouthful of blood, and his body flew upside down and fell to the ground. However, the thin little Taoist nun made no other movement, and her eyes coldly glanced in the direction of Lu Xiaotian and others, "Now that we are here,
, just come out, don’t hide your head and show your tail.”
"What a powerful Taoist nun. If you hadn't fought fiercely before, even I wouldn't be able to touch you. Now I don't know how many levels of strength you have left!" Chi Yunsang knew that he had been discovered, so he immediately jumped into the air.
The red and black pagoda in his hand was raised without any explanation, and it rose rapidly in the wind. In the blink of an eye, it had grown to a height of more than ten feet. It suppressed the thin little Taoist nun.
The skinny little Taoist nun looked angry, and with a wave of the fly whisk in her hand, it turned into thousands of silk rains, like silver needles, and pierced towards the red and black pagoda.
Strangely enough, the red and black pagoda seemed to weigh more than a thousand kilograms, like Mount Tai weighing down its top. The thin Taoist nun's whisk looked extremely weak, as if it could soften when pressed with hands, but the red and black pagoda, which weighed more than a small mountain, was pressed down.
It was tightly blocked by the silver whisks fluttering in the wind. It hung in the air but could never fall down.
"Hey!" Chi Yunsang, holding the mysterious magic formula with both hands, pointed at the red and black pagoda. A large amount of magic power turned into a strong light and hit the pagoda. At the same time, the whole body of the red and black pagoda burst into glory. Suddenly, towards the red and black pagoda.
Press down a lot.
The Taoist nun's face suddenly turned pale, and her wide robe fluttered in the wind, making her already thin body look even more slender. The thin Taoist nun stretched out her palm and put it on the handle of the whisk, and the whisk floated upward like a huge dandelion.
Go. The silver threads all over the sky begin to wrap around the red and black pagoda.
Taking advantage of the fight with the skinny little Taoist nun in Chiyun Sang, the middle-aged man with a beard and a broken arm and several of his companions fled in panic.
Wang Tuoguai, He Yousheng, Yang Cuiyun, and Lu Xiaotian each committed suicide and joined the battle group. The thin Taoist nun had only four people under her command, two of whom were injured. Although they were all in the middle stage of Jindan cultivation, these numbers had an advantage over Lu Xiaotian.
The new force fell into a disadvantage as soon as they met.
While Lu Xiaotian was attacking a woman in green in front of him with his earth-shattering knife, he used his deputy soul to pay full attention to the fight between the thin Taoist nun and Chi Yunsang. In this kind of fight between the masters of the late Jindan, he still
It was the first time to watch a battle so close.
At this time, the lower part of the red and black pagoda was entangled with silver threads. The figure of the red and black pagoda wrapped in the middle trembled violently. It wanted to escape, but it could not break free at all.
Even these silver threads seemed to be going into the red and black pagoda. Chi Yunsang snorted coldly and flew up. His body shook for a while. In the blink of an eye, he flew over a distance of several hundred feet and stepped on it in the air.
On the top of the tower, the red-black pagoda that was originally entangled with silver threads suddenly fell down again, and countless energy shot out from the pagoda. It was mixed with a large amount of blazing fire.
The skinny little Taoist nun's face changed drastically, and she quickly controlled the fly whisk to retract it. However, it was too late for him to control it at this time. The red and black pagoda was already so powerful that it pressed down heavily. The originally tough silver thread was now burning in the flowing fire.
Underneath, a dozen strands have begun to turn black, and the flames continue to spread along the silver wire towards the handle of the whisk.
Poof! The skinny little Taoist nun vomited blood, and her body seemed to have been hit hard, and she was suddenly thrown back hundreds of feet.
Next to them, He Yousheng, Yu Xiao, Zhao Nanxing and others saw that the thin Taoist nun was seriously injured, and they were now close to them. Having just severely injured their opponents, they immediately rushed towards the thin Taoist nun.
The skinny little Taoist nun looked stern and sprayed another mouthful of blood on the damaged fly whisk. The dozens of silver threads on the finger dust had been injured by the fire just now. At this time, stimulated by the Taoist nun's essence and blood, the silver light burst out again, soaring.