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Chapter 43: Spirit Demon Spear

The spear was more than ten feet long. It was completely white and exuded a simple and vicissitudes of life, just like an ancient magic weapon that had experienced hundreds of millions of years.

An extremely sharp cold light flashed on the long blade. Around the blade, there were traces of black traces. It seemed that even the space was cut into pieces by the terrifying blade.

Silk cracks.

Endless dense patterns cover the entire gun body. As soon as this gun appears, it exudes an extremely powerful and domineering aura, as if it is the king of this space!

After condensing the spear, Aunt Gongsun's face immediately turned pale. Obviously, she had to use this method reluctantly.

Glancing at the simple and domineering white spear with some awe, Aunt Gongsun pointed at Chen Yuxiang with all her strength, an unhealthy blush appeared on her face, it turned out that she had suffered a lot of trauma.

The white spear arrogantly retreated more than ten feet slowly, turned slowly in the air, pointed its blade directly at Chen Yuxiang, then suddenly accelerated and rushed towards Chen Yuxiang!

"Arrogant? Why do I feel like this?" Chen Yuxiang looked at the white spear that occupied the entire field of vision, and his pupils suddenly shrank: "Could it be that this white spear actually has a soul?"

"Damn, it's spiritual magic! There's actually a trace of a residual soul in this white spear!"

Chen Yuxiang felt the dangerous aura getting closer and closer and screamed in his heart. He had no doubt that his demonic golden body was no different than tofu in front of this white spear.

The so-called spiritual magic has long been famous in Jiuzhou Continent.

On the Kyushu Continent, in addition to the immortal ruins, there are also many other ancient ruins. In these ruins, many ancient weapons have also been discovered.

But without exception, these weapons cannot be used. But the pressure emanating from them is simply impossible for ordinary monks to resist.

The magic of the Rakshasa Kingdom mainly uses spiritual power to imitate a certain magic weapon. The higher the level of the imitated magic weapon, the greater the power of the magic. After many experiments, a talented magician from the Rakshasa Mage Tower finally

A method of imitating ancient weapons was developed. Later, it was discovered that after imitating these ancient weapons, it was actually possible to summon a trace of the remnant souls of these ancient weapons!

This kind of magic with remnant souls is called spiritual magic. It is so powerful that it can at least increase the combat effectiveness by one level. For example, if a level 5 magician (that is, a golden elixir monk) uses spiritual magic,

It can completely kill opponents in the early stage of Nascent Soul instantly.

Fortunately, there are limitations to spiritual magic. One is that magicians above the divine transformation stage cannot use it. The other is that each time it is used, it consumes at least one-third of the user's blood essence. The third is that

For an ancient weapon, only one person can communicate with the remnant soul to obtain the qualification to use spiritual magic. After one person successfully communicates, other people can no longer use the remnant soul of this ancient weapon.

The emergence of spiritual magic is only a matter of the past thousand years. The power of this kind of magic is really terrifying. If it were not for these many restrictions, today's Chinese cultivation world would have long ceased to exist. However, the power of spiritual magic

The appearance has greatly increased the strength of the cultivation world of Rakshasa Kingdom.

Just imagine, a high-level Rakshasa magician in the void refining stage, using spiritual magic when desperate, can completely threaten the Chinese monks in the integration stage. How terrible is this?

Therefore, since the emergence of spiritual magic, the competition for ancient weapons has been the top priority in the confrontation between the two countries' cultivation circles.

"It's over. This woman is actually capable of magic. I'm going to be in trouble this time!" Chen Yuxiang was horrified. He stretched out his hand, and a green jade slip appeared in his hand.

"Thirty-six stratagems are the best. We obviously can't win this fight. It's more important to save our lives!"

Chen Yuxiang believed in his intuition very much. The appearance of the white spear gave him an irresistible feeling. At this time, he already had the idea of ​​inviting Xie Luying to teleport out together.

"Um?"

Taking out the jade slip, Chen Yuxiang's expression suddenly changed. The jade slip that had been shining with a faint green light now turned out to be completely unresponsive!

"I'm dizzy! What kind of spiritual magic is this? This remnant soul is so powerful, it actually... even the space is imprisoned!"

At this time, Chen Yuxiang's eyes were dark, and the only thing in his field of vision was the white spear coming from the lightning. He wanted to dodge, but suddenly found that he could no longer move. He wanted to summon a magic weapon, but every magic weapon

The device is unresponsive!

Can't dodge, can't resist!

At this time, the spear was no more than a few feet away from Chen Yuxiang. Chen Yuxiang was unable to react at this time, and even his consciousness began to become unclear.

"Chichi..."

Before the spear even touched Chen Yuxiang's body, the skin on Chen Yuxiang's body was already cracked, and countless tiny blood arrows flew out!

Chen Yuxiang suddenly had an illusion. The white spear in front of him suddenly became as majestic and tall as a mountain, while he was as small as a speck of dust beside the mountain. Facing this white spear, he could hardly think of any resistance.

And his spiritual connection with all the magic weapons on his body has been cut off, and the space has been imprisoned, so it is too late to teleport out at this time.

Endless aura and pressure swept towards Chen Yuxiang. Chen Yuxiang felt that his heart was beating hard, and even his blood seemed to be boiling. The magic power in his body was running around uncontrollably, frantically impacting the meridians throughout his body.

The knife-like pain made Chen Yuxiang unable to help but twitch all over.

Death was so close. Chen Yuxiang felt extremely desperate.

"I'm really unwilling! Qing'er, I said I will protect you in this life. Master, I promised you to continue the sect here..."

"Is it true that I am going to die here today?" Chen Yuxiang thought unwillingly.

"No, never!"

Everyone who faces death will not be willing to accept it, right?

However, in the face of absolute power, what's the use of being unwilling?



In a gray space, there were many things scattered around. Pills, spiritual stones, a few flying swords, all kinds of strange materials, and even a stove and a few bags of coke.

This is the inside of Chen Yuxiang’s storage ring!

In an inconspicuous corner, there is an iron drill-like object with many notches densely drawn on it.

This is exactly the mortal weapon that appeared in Chen Yuxiang's hand when he obtained this perfect body.

Since the bloody battle in Ningbo, except for teaching Xiao San a lesson in Wudang Mountain, Chen Yuxiang has never used this iron drill again. Because something that can be easily scratched with a knife is naturally just an ordinary soldier. And with ordinary people

Fighting weapons against magic weapons is nothing short of ridiculous.

However, just when the magic spear was about to pierce Chen Yuxiang's chest, the iron drill that had been silent for many days suddenly started to tremble violently, and his whole body shone brightly!

However, all this happened in the storage ring, so Chen Yuxiang naturally couldn't see it!



"puff!"

In Chen Yuxiang's extremely desperate eyes, the long spear as thick as an egg pierced into his chest without any hindrance, and then flew out from his back.

Just as he had predicted, the third-level demon fairy's golden body was as fragile as cardboard in front of this magical spear that was like an artifact!

Blood spurted out from Chen Yuxiang's body like spring water. Chen Yuxiang felt that all the strength in his body was drained out in an instant. His heart also became extremely cold!


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