Taking a deep look at the valley where the spiritual light flashed wildly, Yang Lu said in a deep voice: "Then continue to use up! Although we can't kill these two people instantly, we can definitely kill them. I don't believe it. Their magic power can be used
Not finished!”
After hearing Yang Lu's order, Li Qingning, who was lying in Yang Lu's arms, seemed to suddenly think of something.
She quickly warned: "Don't be careless. When these two people besieged me, they mentioned that there may be more than seven or eight direct disciples of the seven major sects who came to hunt me, but there are still a few left.
If you arrive in time, you will come over next, so they chose to attack me in a hurry."
Yang Lutong suddenly shrank slightly.
No wonder these two guys are still fighting stubbornly!
It turns out that they were counting on several other top experts who were chasing Li Qingning to come to the rescue!
Thinking of this, Yang Lu immediately consulted Wu Neng, who was beside him and was concentrating on controlling Pleiades Sinan: "Fellow Daoist Wu, are there any other suspicious people approaching us? Especially the tough guy with a very strong aura?"
Wu Neng pondered for a moment and said: "Most of the people have been scared away by our group. There are only a dozen guys who are still hiding nearby to watch the fun. As for Li... I haven't sensed the hard fight that senior sister said yet. I should."
You haven’t come here yet!”
When Li Qingning was mentioned, Wu Neng obviously hesitated.
Because he couldn't figure out the relationship between Li Qingning and Yang Lu, he had to use the very strange title "Senior Sister Li". However, he didn't realize that he was also a late-stage Qi Refining monk, but he was much older than the genius girl Li Qingning!
Yang Lu didn't care about these details, but waved his hand and said: "Fellow Daoist Ye, I'd like you to take action personally. Go back as soon as possible!"
As Yang Lu's chief thug, Ye Chen nodded slightly, then turned into a golden rainbow and rushed into the valley.
The valley was filled with smoke and dust.
With the successive bombardments by many cultivators, the visibility inside this nameless valley has been very low. Except for the constant flashing of auras, no one can be seen with the naked eye, and the enemy's position can only be detected with the help of spiritual consciousness.
After struggling to open a spear-shaped magic weapon, Liu Xiahui couldn't help but yelled: "Fellow Daoist Ai, can't you find the direction to break out?"
Ai Wen said in a hurried tone: "The other party keeps using illusions to interfere with my consciousness. If no one else had troubled me, I would have seen through the other party's three-legged cat illusion a long time ago. Damn it, I can't calm down and concentrate at all now!"
Before Liu Xiahui could ask any more questions, he saw the scenery around him suddenly change. On both sides of him, countless beautiful dancers with revealing clothes and glamorous makeup appeared.
"How dare you play such a low-level illusion on me!"
Liu Xiahui quickly poured spiritual energy into his eyes, and the illusion in front of him was instantly shattered.
However, before he could breathe a sigh of relief, there was another strange fragrance in the air. As the strange fragrance entered his body, Liu Xiahui felt that the circulation of spiritual energy in his body began to become unsmooth!
This made him shocked:
There is even a poisonous monk among these weirdos!
The strange poisons in the world of cultivation are not like poisons in the mortal world. They are special existences containing spiritual energy.
A direct descendant of the seven major sects, like Liu Xiahui, who practices heaven-level skills and has very powerful spiritual consciousness, can basically see through ordinary toxins through his spiritual consciousness, and it is difficult for monks who practice poison to successfully attack him.
However, the wave of toxins just now came at the same time as the illusion.
Although Liu Xiahui broke the opponent's illusion immediately, his consciousness was misled by the opponent for a short time. As a result, he accidentally inhaled the poison created by the poison monk's magic power, and his mind was a little dizzy for a while.
After these rounds of competition, although Yang Lu's team has exposed its weakness of poor attack ability, the shortcomings of Liu Xiahui and Ai Wen's lack of cooperation have also been gradually exposed.
Compared with two people working alone, Yang Lu's team can often achieve the effect of "one plus one is greater than two" due to their tacit cooperation.
While he was groggy, Liu Xiahui also heard a gloating voice coming from above the valley: "Hurry up and hit the green-robed monk. He has inhaled my strange poison, and there is already something wrong with the movement of his spiritual energy!"
"Great job, I'll use this spiritual flag to make up for the last hit!"
"Fellow Taoist, please take it easy! That spiritual flag is my natal magic weapon, and it doesn't take much beating!"
After several rounds of confrontation, Liu Xiahui had already gained some understanding of this group of godly besiegers.
I don't know why, these guys seem to be exchanging each other's magic weapons, and even though they cooperate very well, every time they launch an attack, it feels like they have practiced together many times, but they always end up because of it.
For some inexplicable reasons, we started to argue with each other internally.
Just like what they did just now, if they acted decisively enough and executed several combos, they might not have a chance to react at all. However, due to internal wrangling, they gave themselves enough time to react.
It stands to reason that such a disunited team should have disbanded long ago on the battlefield outside the territory.
However, in addition to the constant bickering, this group of guys is surprisingly united in other aspects. For example, when they launch attacks, they have no intention of holding back. They seem to have no worries about their teammates backstabbing them. Their relationship is closer than that of brothers.
But the question is, if the relationship between them is so good, why do they keep arguing over trivial matters?
No matter how hard he tried, Liu Xiahui couldn't figure out the relationship between these besiegers. This made him want to sow discord, but he didn't know where to start.
But it's always a good thing for these weirdos to fight each other.
If it weren't for the inexplicable quarrels among them all the time, he and Aiwen wouldn't have been able to survive for so long.
After thinking for a moment, Liu Xiahui still roared like a lion and shouted: "Fellow Taoists, this is a lawless battlefield outside the territory. You are forcing the two of us so hard. Aren't you afraid of being taken advantage of by those around you?
"
A response came immediately from above the valley:
"Is this guy crazy? He still wants to sow discord!"
"Hurry up, this big fat sheep is totally in a hurry!"
"Zhang's loyalty to Consultant Yang is evident day and night, and his team spirit is deeply rooted in his mind. He will never fall for his tricks!"
"Hey, the thief will eat my spiritual flag!"
Liu Xiahui quickly looked up after hearing this, and sure enough he saw a huge spiritual flag under his hood. This spiritual flag carried layers of golden spiritual light, and the swaying spiritual power was as dazzling as the midday sun. What is even more shocking is that in this
On the periphery of the Mian Ling Banner, a corona-like golden wheel of merit actually lit up.
With bulldozer-like performance on the battlefield outside the territory, many people in Yang Lu's team have already cultivated the Golden Wheel of Merit.
It's just that after the Golden Wheel of Merit actively blesses the magic weapon with the power of heaven and earth once or twice, it will enter a long cooling period. However, the battle of Yang Lu's team has almost never stopped, so the Golden Wheel of Merit of most members is in a cooling state.
However, the monk who activated the spiritual flag obviously still had a hand.
After seeing Liu Xiahui being controlled by the support of his own team, this person decisively activated the golden wheel of merit that he had been holding back for a long time, preparing to beat the drowned dog. If he could take the opportunity to successfully kill this person, he would be exposed in front of Advisor Yang.
Face!
As a direct disciple of the seven major sects, Liu Xiahui certainly knew how powerful the Golden Wheel of Merit was. He just wanted to mobilize all his magic power to fight back, but due to being poisoned by a strange poison, his whole body's magic power was like constipation, and he couldn't mobilize it no matter what.
Seeing Liu Xiahui's resistance despite loud thunder and small raindrops, the monks at the entrance of the valley began to gloat again.
"Look, this person can no longer use magic. How about the poisonous methods in Donghuang State?"
"Fellow Taoist, this trick is okay. This guy finally took the pill!"
"If you dare to hurt my flying sword, I will chop him alive later!"
Being suppressed and beaten by this group of monks from a small sect whose strength was far inferior to his own, and even complained about by these people as if they were playing monkeys, Liu Xiahui, a direct disciple of the seven major sects, finally became angry.
"You guys who only know how to stick together, do you really think that I, the monk of Wanhua Valley, is easy to bully?"
Liu Xiahui roared angrily, and layers of scales grew on his left arm. His palm instantly turned into the sharp claws of some kind of monster, carrying a strange green light and grabbing at the spiritual flag falling from the sky.
The monk from Donghuangzhou who used poison before was shocked and said: "How is it possible? How can he get rid of the control of my strange poison?"
However, Yang Lu was full of talents after all, and immediately a knowledgeable monk from the Huaishan sect in Nanman Prefecture exposed Liu Xiahui's background: "I know, this is the unique secret technique of our Nanman Prefecture's Wanhua Valley [Demon Beast Mimicry]
, being able to temporarily borrow part of the power of demonic beasts through spiritual energy mimicry is the ultimate method for the inner disciples and direct disciples of Wanhua Valley."
"You said so much, so what should we do now?"
"The destructive power of this method is extremely powerful and absolutely invincible. We only need to avoid its edge and attack its body!"
When the members of Yang Lu's gang were chatting, they did not shy away from the two people in the valley. Liu Xiahui saw that his moves had been seen through by the other party, so he immediately switched his moves, and his right arm stretched out a strange sharp blade like a mantis.
However, as soon as he changed his move, the disciple of the Huaishan Sect explained: "You see, this should be the so-called mantid mimicry. Although this kind of aura mimicry sacrifices its own destructive power, it strengthens the attack speed.
It should be to prevent us from avoiding its edge. But it doesn’t matter, this kind of mimicry also has weaknesses, we just need to fly its kite!"
Hearing the other party's precise explanation, Liu Xiahui almost spat out a mouthful of old blood. He really didn't expect that among the rats who participated in the siege, there were actually moles from Nanman State!
Wanhua Valley is famous in Kyushu for its expertise in beast control.
The mimicry of monsters is a unique secret technique summed up by the monks of Wanhua Valley after studying the way to control beasts.
This secret technique can change part of the body structure into the form of a monster, and it can also make the cultivator become like a monster, using spiritual energy directly through the body. The strange poison of the poison monk can only act on the meridians and Dantian of human monks.
, but it cannot prevent the opponent from using his physical body to directly mobilize spiritual energy, so Liu Xiahui can temporarily get rid of the opponent's control.
There are so many types of monsters in Kyushu that the species diversity is so high that Darwin would shed tears just looking at it. Wanhua Valley disciples can choose the most suitable monster species for them to imitate anytime and anywhere, which can often have unexpected effects on the enemy. Especially in face-to-face situations.
For overseas cultivators who are not familiar with the habits of monsters and beasts, this eccentric sword move can often work wonders.
But this kind of eccentric magical power is most afraid of encountering an opponent who knows the basics.
The monks from outside the state may not be familiar with the mimicry of monsters and the characteristics of various monsters, but the monks from Nanman State deal with various monsters almost every day. Regarding the common monster mimics, even if everyone has never eaten pork
I've also seen pigs running away.
Liu Xiahui changed his mimicry twice in succession, but was mercilessly exposed by Yang Lu's men. As this disciple of the Huaishan Sect kept explaining, Liu Xiahui felt that the color of his underwear was about to be pulled out by these guys!
How could this not make him shocked and angry?
Monster transformation can only greatly strengthen the cultivator's physical body, but its own changes are very pitiful compared to traditional spells. In terms of advantages and disadvantages, it is very similar to the Gengjin Body Transformation Technique. If the opponent sees a weakness, it is very easy to target it.
Despite this, it was too late for Liu Xiahui to change his moves for the third time, so he had no choice but to bite the bullet and slash the spirit flag.
And the situation is just like what the ghost in Nanman State just explained.
After displaying the beast-like mantid mimicry, Liu Xiahui's shooting speed has been enhanced to an incredible degree. The cultivators onlookers even need to use the Eagle Eye Technique to keep up with his speed. If the opponent can temporarily avoid the edge, they should be able to do so.
Cope with ease.
It's a pity that the ghost in Nanman State who was just responsible for the explanation and the monk who controlled the spiritual flag are not the same person after all.
By the time the explanation of the ghost in Nanman State was finished, the person who controlled the spirit flag had no time to respond correctly. Just as he was about to take back the spirit flag, Liu Xiahui had already raised his right arm, aimed at the spirit flag and grabbed it in the air. Golden light and green flames came out.
They hit each other hard.
In just an instant, Liu Xiahui's beast-like mimetic sharp blade broke through all the golden light on the surface of the spiritual flag.
Even though the operator of the spiritual flag tried his best to recall it, he still couldn't dodge it. With the sound of the cloth breaking, a big hole was dug out of the spiritual flag on the spot.
Fortunately, the cultivator who cast the spell in the end succeeded in rescuing the spiritual flag. If the monk from the Huaishan Sect had not reminded him just now, this natal magic weapon might have been completely scrapped.
The original owner of the spirit flag vomited out a mouthful of blood on the spot and cried out sadly: "My poor natal magic weapon!"
Seeing the omissions in the other party's cooperation, Liu Xiahui finally breathed a sigh of relief. Although this group of people had a large number of people, they were not strong per person after all. What would happen even if they saw through his own tricks?
So he couldn't help but grinned happily and said: "Humph, if the tiger doesn't show off its power, do you really think I'm a sick cat?"
However, before Liu Xiahui could feel proud and continued to taunt his opponent, he suddenly noticed a powerful wave of spiritual energy approaching quickly from his side and behind.
Liu Xiahui's first reaction was:
Is the enemy angry and ready to engage in close combat with you?
Since he had just transformed his left hand into a monster, Liu Xiahui was almost not afraid of any attacks from the front. If the enemy planned to engage him in close combat, he would undoubtedly be seeking death.
So he roared angrily and decisively waved his claws to meet him.
"boom--!"
After a muffled sound, a surprising scene happened.
Accompanied by a scream, Liu Xiahui's body was shaken violently, and then he was shot backwards without any warning. He flew more than a hundred feet away in one breath, and then managed to stop with the help of the rock wall of the valley, waiting for him to lift up again.
