Chapter One Hundred and Twenty-Five The Magic Weapon
Mo Juren also rushed out and met a young demonic monk who was not very old but wore a luxurious brocade robe. From the fluctuations of spiritual power emanating from him, it could be known that the other person was just like him.
It is also the middle stage of foundation building.
The young man in brocade robes is obviously very confident in his own strength, with undisguised contempt in his eyes.
However, his attack was extremely ruthless. As soon as Fang met his face, he directly launched a blood-red flying sword-shaped magic weapon. The sword was filled with blood, and it was not an ordinary thing at first glance.
"Go..."
With a soft drink, the blood sword instantly turned into a stream of blood-red light and flew out.
However, the next scene made the young man in brocade robes dumbfounded. The monk from the Seven Sects in front did not dodge. Instead, he calmly stretched out a golden palm and attacked the flying man in front of him.
The sword is in my hand.
"What the hell!" The eyes of the young man in brocade robes were full of astonishment. His Blood Evil Sword was a genuine top-level magical weapon. Not only was it sharp, but the blade was filled with the terrifying Blood Evil aura and was extremely powerful.
But the man in front of him could easily grab him with just one fleshy palm, but he himself seemed to be unscathed.
This...could it be that I was dazzled? Is there a hallucination?
"This is a good thing. Thank you Dao Youkang for the gift." Not far away, Mo Juren touched the bloody flying sword in his hand, and then put it into his storage bag without hesitation.
"Damn it!" The young man in brocade robes was obviously irritated by the other party's slightly teasing words. He slapped the storage bag, and three bloody lights suddenly shot out, turning out to be three fist-sized blood-red orbs.
The three orbs are arranged in a triangular position, forming some kind of formation between them, with traces of blood-colored thunder and lightning emerging from them.
As the opponent's mana entered, the three blood-colored orbs directly turned into three bloody lights and rose into the sky, finally suspended in mid-air.
At the same time, the young man in brocade robes began to pinch the unknown magic formula with his hands at high speed. The three blood beads suddenly surged with blood light, eventually forming a bloody haze of several feet in radius.
"A complete set of magical weapons!" A hint of surprise flashed in Mo Juren's eyes. He was really lucky today. He met a wealthy opponent. Together with the previous one, they were already two top-level magical weapons.
.Moreover, the three beads in front of you are obviously of higher quality.
Who is this guy? Could he be the young master from a demonic family? Looking at his gorgeous attire, the possibility is really high.
It only took a blink of an eye to hear bursts of thunder in the light mist, and in that moment, blood-colored thunder and lightning suddenly filled out from the light mist and tilted down towards the position where Mo Juren was. p>
"Boom...boom...boom..."
Bloody thunder and lightning struck one after another, as if it had eyes. No matter how much Mo Juren dodged, he still couldn't avoid it. He could only resist with his body. Moreover, there was something special about the blood thunder. It was able to shake his body.
If the mind is not powerful enough, it is really possible to be injured.
"You can catch the Blood Demon Sword, and my Blood Thunder Bead is the best among top-level magic weapons. The black blood god's thunder released is powerful and specializes in cultivators' souls. I don't believe you can still... damn..."
The young man in brocade robes originally planned to laugh at him, but he never thought that after the opponent had withstood several black blood divine thunders, he would suddenly disappear and rush straight into the light mist in mid-air.
"I still want to do the same trick again..." The young man in brocade robe snorted coldly, and snatched the treasure without even thinking about it on the premise that he was on guard. He made a hand with his hands again, intending to control the blood thunder bead to quickly avoid the opponent's approach. p>
However, at this moment, a sudden change occurred. A faint light suddenly lit up in the void in front of him, and it passed away in a flash. Immediately afterwards, a heartbreaking pain came from the palms of both hands, instantly interrupting the spell.
pinch.
"No..." The young man in brocade robes reacted immediately, but unfortunately, it was too late. The other party had already appeared near the light mist, and a similar scene happened again. In just the blink of an eye, the connection between him and the Blood Thunder Bead had been completely severed.
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At this time, the young man in Jinpao was completely stunned and didn't know how to deal with it for a while?
He is indeed rich, and there are many precious treasures in his storage bag, and even a top-level magic weapon. However, according to the situation just now, I am afraid that he still can't do anything to the other party. As long as he dares to sacrifice, it will be nothing more than a sheep in the tiger's mouth.
That’s all.
No wonder when he came out, his father had warned him many times not to underestimate any monk. Even if he had many treasures to rely on, absolute safety could not be guaranteed.
I am also unlucky to have encountered such a freak.
"Don't be stunned, fellow Taoist, continue! Let me also see the true background of the disciples of the demonic sect. Maybe I will just capture him as soon as I get scared." Seeing the other party in a daze, Mo Juren did not take the opportunity to strike harshly. This young man has an extraordinary background at first glance. He may be related to the old monster in the Six Demonic Sects, so it’s better not to kill them all. However, since you have such a background, why are you going to the battlefield? Aren’t you asking for trouble?
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"Keep going, all my heritage is yours, you monster, just wait and see." Hearing the other party's slightly teasing words, the young man in golden robe wanted to yell, but he held it back, knowing that he had met
How could you dare to stay any longer? You just drove the Escape Light and returned to the camp area at a high speed.
"He ran really fast." Mo Juren smiled slightly, but did not catch up. Instead, he glanced around.
At this time, his position was extremely special, and a large area was opened with him as the center. Whether it was the demonic party or the monks from the seven sects, they unconsciously distanced themselves from him.
"What's going on? They seem to be deliberately avoiding me?" A trace of doubt arose in his heart. However, when he noticed a certain demonic monk passing by casually, his expression suddenly changed, and his hands subconsciously hugged a long spear in his arms.
When I saw it, I suddenly realized it.
This is because he is afraid that he will snatch their magical weapons. The fight just now obviously attracted the attention of many people, and they also knew his strange methods. However, the demon monks just avoided it, but why did the people of your seven sects also stay away from each other?
What's going on, could I still take action against you?
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After understanding everything, he couldn't help but be speechless. He didn't expect that a simple battle could have such a deterrent effect. It was unexpected.
It was not just the nearby monks who noticed this. The central area of the rear camp was the command center of the seven sects of monks. At this time, a silver-haired old man on the high platform had a strange look in his eyes and said with some surprise:
"Such a powerful physical body. Even top-level magic weapons can be connected without being damaged. Is this some kind of body refining secret technique that you have specially practiced?"
"My experience in fighting is also very good. I grasped the opportunity at that moment very accurately. Otherwise, it would not be easy to snatch the treasure again if the opponent deliberately controls it.
However, this kid actually practiced the secret technique of body refining, and it seems that he has achieved some achievements, which is really unexpected."
Next to him, a middle-aged monk with a stern face followed up and made his own analysis. He seemed to be equally surprised. While speaking, there was an unconcealable brilliance in his eyes.
"Hey, from the tone of Fellow Daoist Bai, it seems that I know this person. Could it be that he is a disciple of your Spiritual Beast Mountain? But, his clothes don't look like him either?"
"You can be considered a junior of Mr. Bai. As for the attire, who stipulates that disciples of our sect must dress differently?" the middle-aged monk replied incredulously.
"That's true." The silver-haired old man chuckled and did not continue to discuss the matter. Instead, he changed the subject,
"The situation of this battle has changed. The other party obviously has the same idea as us and is deliberately reducing the intensity of the battle. Some powerful means are no longer used."
"This is also the meaning above." The monk surnamed Bai shook his head slightly and said,
"At the beginning of this battle, we not only mobilized the power of the seven sects and many families in the Yue Kingdom, but also had Taoist friends from the Yuanwu Kingdom and the Zijin Kingdom to help us. It can be said that we have 'strong soldiers and strong horses'.
I originally thought that I could take this opportunity to defeat and disintegrate the demonic power in front of me, so that I could reverse the unfavorable situation to a certain extent and delay the opponent's invasion.
But I didn’t expect that after several large-scale battles, countless resources and manpower were consumed, and in the end, they only ended up with a no-win result.
In this way, the thoughts above will naturally change. Like the previous times, there is no longer much meaning in fighting without any scruples."
"Then what should we do? We can't just keep doing it like this, right?" The silver-haired old man frowned.
"I'm afraid that's all we can do. Moreover, even if we remain in a stalemate like this, we may not be able to last long. After all, the demonic side is too strong, and we may not be able to defeat the other side."
"Brother Bai is a little too negative. Our overall strength is still there. If any fighters appear in the future, there may be no possibility of counterattack."
"Brother Taoist, do you think it's possible?" Hearing the other party's naive words, the monk surnamed Bai sneered in his heart, but said with a hint of bitterness on his face,
"It is not us who really decide whether the two sides win or lose, but the power at the top. If the top loses, how long can we, the middle and lower-level people, persist? I am afraid it will inevitably end in collapse."
"..." The silver-haired old man opened his mouth, but didn't know how to refute the other person's words. After a long time, he suddenly asked,
"Brother Bai said that, but did he get any secret information?"
"It's just some speculation. Where is the secret information?" The monk surnamed Bai seemed not to hear the temptation in the other party's words. His expression did not change at all, but he asked directly,
"Fellow Daoist Liu, you are the real core high-level executive of the Hidden Moon Sect. Isn't it easier to get any information than Bai?"
"Fellow Daoist Bai, don't get me wrong. I'm just asking casually." The silver-haired old man knew that he had made a mistake in his words and couldn't help but smile. The latter didn't show any displeasure, but he just didn't speak any more.