"Okay!" The bald monk nodded and was about to increase his strength when suddenly a sharp light shot up into the sky and slashed diagonally towards him.
Transformed into a warehouse, but the bald monk has reached the elixir condensation stage after all, so naturally he cannot sit still and wait for death. A trace of anger flashed on his face, and with a squeeze of his hands, a demonic energy shot up from his body, turned into an ink python, and turned over to meet him.
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Stab...
The demonic energy was suffocating, the spiritual light was flashing, and the bald monk's face was bloodless. It was obvious that he had suffered a lot in this fight.
The old man was stunned for a moment, and he couldn't help but show some hesitation on his face, but in the end he shunned the light and stopped next to the bald monk.
Of course, the reason why he did this was not because of loyalty, but because of the current situation, if the two of them escaped separately, they would definitely die. On the contrary, if they could join forces to fight against the enemy, there might be a glimmer of hope.
This person is worthy of being a monk in the middle stage of Condensation. In an instant, he has weighed the pros and cons.
He stretched out his hand and patted the storage bag, and a ray of light flew out. After circling, the light converged, and what was revealed was actually a black iron crutch.
The bald monk was even more unambiguous. He beat his chest and spit out a small banana fan from his mouth.
On the fan surface, runes are flowing, and this treasure seems to be quite extraordinary.
The two of them looked at each other and activated the protective light shield at the same time. Only then did they have time to release their consciousness and search for traces of the enemy.
Judging from the intensity of the attack just now, although it is terrifying, it is obviously not an old monster in the Nascent Soul stage, at least it is not sent by the main body, so they are not without vitality.
But, where is the enemy hidden?
In this poisonous fog and corpse aura, their spiritual consciousness was greatly restricted, and the two of them had to turn around and look around, for fear of being attacked accidentally by the other party.
"Hey, then... what is that?" The bald monk suddenly widened his eyes and said with a look of horror on his face.
The old man was stunned and quickly looked over.
Originally, the soles of their feet were a soft swamp, but now it was like a boiling soup pot, bubbling upwards.
The smell of rotting corpses filled the air, and their expressions became extremely ugly.
At this moment, they already knew that the one who attacked them was the Corpse Demon. Did they want to defeat this terrifying guy one by one?
The old man rolled his eyes and showed a somewhat flattering expression on his face: "Senior, I know this clearly, I have no intention of intruding into your territory, and I will never dare to be your enemy. Please be noble and let us go."
"Yes, senior, we are just little miscellaneous fish, but now there is an old monster in the Nascent Soul stage who has the intention to harm you." The bald monk rolled his eyes and came up with a poisonous plan to divert trouble to the east. As for what Lin Xuan just said
The virtue of helping a hand has long been forgotten by him.
As long as you can survive, what does it matter if you are shameless?
It's a pity that all this hard work was in vain in the end.
The corpse demon wanted to devour the two people's golden elixirs to increase their magic power. How could he let them go just because of some sweet talk?
The boiling corpse energy in the swamp not only did not weaken, but became more intense.
Whoosh!
Something soared into the sky and floated in the air. The two of them looked at it intently, but they saw it was a ghost head as big as a bucket, with eyes like copper bells, a bloody mouth, a horn on the forehead that was half a foot long, and teeth like sharp teeth.
Like a blade, it shines with a heart-stopping cold light.
It is the clone of the corpse demon.
However, unlike the corpse beast that Lin Xuan destroyed, this ghost head was created by using one-third of his distraction. Its magical power is far beyond what ordinary monks in the pill condensation stage can withstand!
Feeling the terrifying pressure released by the other party, their faces became paler!
"Senior..." A trace of fear flashed in the old man's eyes, and he wanted to talk sweetly, but Guitou didn't want to linger here with him.
In his eyes, red light flashed, his mouth opened wide, and a stream of blood sprayed out from inside.
It is about half a foot long and extremely slippery, as if it were a living thing.
The old man was shocked and turned pale. Naturally, he no longer dared to use his words. He hurriedly made the seal with his hands, like a dragon-headed cane in front of him.
Woo...
From the crutch, a black wind dragon flew out. This is the special magical power that the old man has practiced hard for many years. In the past, he was always unfavorable against the enemy. This time, although he was facing a mutant evil spirit, he should protect himself.
Still no problem.
Just as he was thinking this, the wind dragon and the blood glow suddenly collided.
First there was a loud noise, and then a dense popping sound like fried beans began to come continuously.
The old man's eyes widened. Faced with the advancing blood light, the wind dragon he had sacrificed was unable to fight back and was devoured bit by bit.
What kind of magic is this?
He couldn't help but take a breath of cold air. Although the corpse demon in the Nascent Soul stage was no small matter, he never imagined that a small distraction could be so powerful.
I felt some regret in my heart, maybe it would be safer to stay with Senior Li.
But since I made this choice in the first place, I can only swallow the bitter fruit now.
With a loud shout, all the mana in his body was poured into the crutch, and the demonic energy surged. In order to survive, the old man could only try his best.
The bald monk was not idle either. Although he wanted to leave, he also understood that doing so would only lead to a faster death.
Gritting his teeth, the man spat out a breath of essence at the magic weapon in front of him.
Speaking of which, his cultivation level is not high, but this banana fan is a rare treasure.
As for the origin, there is a story in it.
As we all know, after a cultivator has mastered the golden elixir, he will travel around, collect materials, and refine the magic weapon he wants.
This process is very laborious. Magical weapons are much more precious than spiritual weapons, so the materials required for refining them are also very demanding. It usually takes decades of effort to collect them all.
This is a cultivator from a major sect!
As for some casual cultivators or small families, even if someone is lucky enough to successfully condense the elixir, due to their shallow foundation, they may not be able to collect all the materials for refining magic weapons in their lifetime.
The difficulty of the immortal path is not only reflected in the cultivation, but also in the various necessary resources. Especially for grassroots cultivators, it can be said that every step is difficult.
I think that was the case for the bald monk at the beginning. He was alone in his family. Although by chance, he had good qualifications and was willing to endure hardships, he was lucky enough to condense the golden elixir.
However, he was short of money, so he would suffer a lot if he wanted to refine the magic weapon that he had handy.
First, travel around the islands in the sea of clouds to find the materials you need.
However, regardless of the ore or various precious black crystals, the known mineral veins have long been divided up by various sects.
Although he is an immortal cultivator at the stage of condensation, he is alone and weak, so naturally he has no way to compete with him.
Not to mention precious materials with special properties, even if it was a thousand-year-old copper essence used to refine ordinary magic weapons, he had been looking for it for more than ten years before he got a piece the size of a baby's fist.
Needless to say, I feel miserable in my heart.
In fact, if he has enough crystal stones, many materials can be purchased from the market. Even if ordinary shops can't get anything, there will definitely be a lot of gains at auctions. However, as the saying goes... he is short of money.
Depressed is the only way to describe it, but he must be unwilling to let a master in the alchemy stage use a spiritual weapon.
So even though there was little hope, he could only continue to search, going back and forth to major islands every day. Sometimes he even had to go deep into dangerous areas to hunt cloud beasts in exchange for the necessary crystal stones.
Several years passed like a day, and before I knew it, a period of time had passed.
The harvest was still not great, and the bald monk was almost in despair. However, things in the world of immortality were full of unknowns. Sometimes an inadvertent decision would lead to adventures.
That day, he was chasing a second-level monster, but accidentally came to an abandoned ancient cave, and found a skeleton deep inside.
It was impossible to verify who the owner of the skeleton was, and the bald monk was also interested in exploring it. However, the storage bags scattered on the ground next to him made him ecstatic.
In addition to nearly ten thousand crystal stones and some bottles and jars, there was also a banana fan inside.
Judging from the aura it emits, it is obviously a magic weapon of a high level. God has mercy on me, and I will make a lot of money this time.
The bones turned into gray smoke with a slight touch. It was obvious that it had been thousands of years ago. The bald monk took the precious fan and examined it carefully.
He was satisfied with getting this ancient treasure. Although he couldn't cultivate it with his own elixir fire, he could still exert most of its power after following the supernatural power of ghosts and offering blood essence as a sacrifice.
Coupled with the unexpected harvest of crystal stones, although the bald monk cannot be said to be wealthy, as far as casual cultivators are concerned, their life is very smooth.
I still have a great future, how can I die here?
A sharp look flashed in the bald monk's eyes, and he kept waving his hands, firing out spells one after another.
After absorbing the essence he sprayed, the treasure fan swelled in the wind, becoming more than ten feet in diameter, and the runes on its surface became clearer and clearer.
"Huh?" The ghost head's attention was attracted, and his ferocious face showed a bit of surprise.
The opponent's cultivation level is not worth mentioning, but this treasure fan seems to be very powerful.
"disease!"
Facing a powerful enemy, the bald monk did not dare to hold back. All his magic power surged away. The treasure flapped lightly, and two strange winds immediately flew out of the fan.
They are all as thick as the mouth of a bowl, and are as black as ink. Even though they are far away, there is a faint smell of fish.
The other one is pale, the color is like corpse fire, which makes people feel extremely uncomfortable at first sight.
Needless to say, the power is extraordinary.
The ghost head also showed a trace of solemnity, but soon there was sarcasm at the corner of his mouth. This treasure is indeed extraordinary, but unfortunately the user's cultivation level is too low to worry about it.
I saw red light flashing in its eyes, its big mouth chewing non-stop, and there were faint and obscure spells, intermittently...
Then he opened his bloody mouth and sprayed out a cloud of purple mist, with flickering corpse fire inside, which hit the strange yin and yang wind.
Silently, the three colors intertwined, fighting non-stop, evenly matched, but this was only the surface.
Although the power of the magical powers was similar, the gap in mana between the two sides was huge, and soon the bald monk showed signs of weakness.