Niu Yijian went crazy and let out an inhuman roar in a low voice.
After roaring, his whole body immediately swelled into a huge black man. His handsome face immediately became extremely evil and twisted, vaguely similar to a cow, and with the blood-red eyes, Niu Yijian looked like a humanoid cow-faced monster.
Niu Yijian stared at the flaming arrow.
The flaming arrow that shook the space hit Niu Yijian with a sharp whistle.
There was a roar, and Niu Yijian used some method to block the flaming arrow, but the flaming arrow was far more powerful than the black and white spiritual sword he used against Da Wuhui.
As soon as Niu Yijian came into contact with the flaming arrow, he was shot back wildly by the flaming arrow. As he retreated, blood continued to spurt out from his mouth...
Niu Yijian looked ferocious, with blood in his mouth like a fountain. He looked at Da Wuhui with reluctance and anger, accompanied by the sharp whistling sound of the flaming arrow. Niu Yijian was shot directly from one mountain to another
Mountain.
Niu Yijian fell on the mountain like a cannonball, and there was a loud noise on the mountain. Niu Yijian's life or death was unknown...
Beihu, who was held hostage by the sword skeleton, looked at this scene stupidly and twitched all over...
"You have to pay a price for scheming against me." Da Wuhui waited until Niu Yijian didn't show up, then sat down tiredly.
"Meng Fei, what on earth is that guy? How did he become like that?" Da Wuhui asked Meng Fei when he saw that Niu Yijian had just transformed into an inhuman person.
"It should be a secret technique, a spell that can combine with a magical beast or summon a beast soul to possess it." Meng Fei thought about it for a moment and understood.
"Damn! Doesn't that mean this guy is almost like an animal?"
"Although this kind of spell is ugly, it seems that it can temporarily greatly improve one's spiritual power, defense and strength, and may even increase vitality."
"Is it possible to survive under the flame bow of the True Fire Transformation Curse?" Da Wuhui thought about the scene just now with lingering fear. The flame arrow is really not that powerful!
"Everything in the world is unpredictable. If you hurry up and meditate to restore your spiritual power, no one knows what will happen next?" Meng Fei said.
"Before meditating, I need to do one thing first." Da Wuhui said to Meng Fei, then smiled strangely, stood up and reluctantly walked to Bei Hu.
"Master Bei, please reward me with a few spiritual stones." Da Wuhui said humbly, but his eyes were looking at the Xumi ring on Bei Hu's hand.
Beihu, whose life was in Da Wuhui's hands, looked at him and nodded in fear. It was the first time that he felt that being called young master was a kind of torture, and it was also the first time that he felt that someone's smile from the heart looked like this.
Like a devil.
"Here, let's borrow it for a while." When Da Wuhui saw Beihu nodding, he grabbed Beihu's hand and immediately took off his Sumeru ring...
Beihu looked at Da Wuhui walking away without tears.
"Meng Fei, I'm rich! This guy actually collected so many spiritual stones!" Da Wuhui shouted excitedly after directly breaking through Bei Hu's Dao Nian brand with Meng Fei's help.
Because there are more than tens of thousands of spiritual stones in the Sumeru Ring, as well as some magic weapons. However, these magic weapons are no longer good, and all the powerful ones were destroyed by the skeleton archer's rib arrows.
Beihu was shocked and vomited out a mouthful of blood. He did not expect that the seemingly weak Da Wuhui would break his Taoist brand so quickly. He looked at Da Wuhui sadly, with a trace of sinisterness in his eyes.
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Da Wuhui proudly took out the spiritual stone, and Yaya set up a spiritual stone chair, sitting cross-legged on it, and Meng Fei, who was directly in the sea of Dao thoughts, had a black line on her face.
"Concubine Meng, when I recover, you can absorb these spiritual stones."
Meng Fei nodded without saying a word, and her body seemed to move slightly. Da Wuhui could still think of himself when he was so weak, this kid...
Da Wuhui sat cross-legged behind the spiritual stone chair, and the spiritual power of the spiritual stone immediately rushed into his body continuously. What happened? Da Wuhui seemed to feel that his body was extremely hungry, and he was absorbing the spiritual power crazily...
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"I used a real fire. Not only was it okay, but I was promoted to a higher level after fighting?" Meng Fei said after sensing Da Wuhui's situation.
Da Wuhui was surprised at the beginning, and slowly adjusted his mind to absorb spiritual power and control the movement of spiritual power. No matter what was going to happen, absorbing spiritual power and replenishing his body was the most important thing now.
When the spiritual power absorbed by Da Wuhui reached the peak of the fifth level of heaven and human beings, the absorption of spiritual power still continued. Da Wuhui finally understood and felt the feeling of advancing to the next level.
He was ecstatic in his heart, but Da Wuhui quickly stabilized his mind, quickly absorbed spiritual power, and his whole body was moving rapidly...
After a moment, Da Wuhui opened his eyes suddenly, and a breath of the sixth level of heavenly beings came out. In a flash, he was suppressed by Xingyun Bagua to the peak of the third level of heavenly beings.
Beihu was shocked. Da Wuhui advanced to the next level at such a close distance. Of course he felt it, but he didn't expect it. According to Da Wuhui's promotion situation, Da Wuhui's strength when he just fought was only the peak of the fifth level of heaven.
Just let yourself collapse under his murderous intent, and let Niu Yijian hang in the balance under the power of his arrow.
Da Wuhui stood up with satisfaction and said to Meng Fei in the sea of thoughts: "Meng Fei, you can absorb it."
Meng Fei nodded.
The spiritual stone at Da Wuhui's feet immediately began to turn into powder. Meng Fei in the Sea of Dao Thoughts was more solid than when she first appeared, and her face was already faintly visible.
Although he couldn't see clearly, Da Wuhui could feel Meng Fei's alluring face.
At this time, Meng Fei looked even more charming with her slender waist.
When the spirit stone completely turned into powder and dissipated between heaven and earth, Da Wuhui breathed a long sigh of relief and raised his head.
When he was about to show his joy, he saw the middle-aged scribe he had seen in the first level flying in the sky, and Da Wuhui's expression immediately changed.
Seeing the middle-aged scribe is nothing, the key is that the middle-aged scribe is actually flying with the heaven-defying golden lotus in his hands!
"Heaven-defying Golden Lotus!" Da Wuhui exclaimed, and the Nine Moon Sword appeared at his feet. Da Wuhui immediately stepped on it, flew up, and chased the middle-aged scribe.
Da Wuhui didn't know how the middle-aged scribe intercepted the Heaven-Defying Golden Lotus. It seemed that he was looking for a place to refine the Heaven-Defying Golden Lotus. How could Da Wuhui allow it? There were bloodshot eyes in his eyes and he stared at Zhong fiercely.
The young scribe rushed over desperately.
Although the middle-aged scribe was flying in the air, he seemed not to be affected by the 'passage of life' and the 'heart of death'. He held the heaven-defying golden lotus tightly in his hands and ran in a certain direction without looking back.
Because Da Wuhui was flying crosswise with the middle-aged man, Da Wuhui saw the middle-aged scribe, and the middle-aged scribe also saw Da Wuhui. He did not dodge, and there was a dark expression on his face, and he quickly moved with one hand.
One stretch and one shrink.
"Boy! Go to hell!"
"Put down the heaven-defying golden lotus for me!"
The middle-aged scribe and Da Wuhui shouted at the same time. Da Wuhui's tone was full of anxiety and anger, but the middle-aged scribe didn't care at all.
The moment the middle-aged scribe stretched out his hand, a ball of light flew out of his hand and shot straight towards Da Wuhui.
Da Wuhui was startled and wanted to dodge, but it was already too late.
How could a blow from a middle-aged scribe who was at least a ninth-level celestial being be endured by Da Wuhui, who was in the early stages of a sixth-level celestial being?
There was a loud noise, and the ball of light exploded on Da Wuhui.