Just when Nan Yan, the leader of the Shura Sect, was preparing his defense, he saw a flash of black light in the distance, and a sound that broke through the air suddenly sounded. A black horse just dodged slightly before arriving in front of him.
"Bang!" A deafening banging sound exploded on the spot.
The huge ring surrounding Nan Yan, and the burning flame wrapped on it, suddenly made a piercing sound when it came into contact with the black horse, but in an instant, it was followed by a banging sound.
submerged.
The huge ring suddenly shook under the force of the black spear.
Black flying ants as big as a baby's fist suddenly fell from the air to the ground. Some were even swept up in the flames and disappeared with a stinging sound.
In just an instant, no fewer than hundreds of black flying ants fell on the spot.
But just when Nan Yan was about to relax, he suddenly saw the black spear starting to shatter from the tip. In just the blink of an eye, black flying ants the size of a baby's fist suddenly appeared.
Those black ant wings seemed as thin as cicada wings, but they were extremely sharp. With a flash, black wind blades flashed out, causing a shield composed of wind blades to appear around them. Between the rings
Facing the wind shield, the flames above were unable to make any more achievements.
On top of that small body, there was actually a powerful soul pressure no less powerful than that of a ghostly handsome monk.
Tens of thousands of flying ants gathered together, displaying soul pressure that even a great monk would be frightened to see.
The black flying ants suddenly dispersed and immediately swooped towards the huge ring. When they opened their mouths, black juice suddenly spurted out, and a weird smell that made people feel sick spewed out.
Just the exposure of this aura caused the flames on the huge ring to suddenly shrink.
The overwhelming black juice shot out like water arrows. When the flames wrapped in the huge ring as thick as the water tank came into contact, it suddenly shrank rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the left rear was annihilated.
Covered in black juice, a lot of them immediately adhered to the ring.
A burst of stabbing sound immediately resounded.
Facing this scene, Nan Yan, who is the leader of the Shura Sect, also changed his expression. Under the urgent thoughts, a whining sound suddenly sounded. I saw the huge ring suddenly spinning and rising, and in the roaring sound, there were many sounds.
The wind blade shot out from the ring and slashed at the black flying ants surrounding it.
Nan Yan's blazing wind and thunder ring was the treasure he relied on most. At this time, seeing that the raging flames had almost no effect, he was restrained by the black juice, and he was shocked.
As thousands of wind blades from the ring struck out, a banging sound suddenly resounded.
Although black figures were slashed into the distance by the wind blade, most of the flying ants that were thrown away rolled in the air, flapped their wings again, and stopped in the distance, no longer
It was not even close, but the black juice in the mouth spurted out again.
The wind blades shot out by the huge ring were unable to reach very far under the cloud of liquid. When they came into contact with the black liquid, they lost all their energy and disappeared.
Even so, with this astonishingly defensive treasure, Nan Yan, the leader of Shura Sect, was able to fend off tens of thousands of black ants.
As the tens of thousands of black ants scattered and besieged the white-haired old man, Bing'er in the distance had already fired another spell, and another black spear came out. With a single move of his hand, a black spear flashed out.
"Boom!" There was a loud noise, and the huge ring suddenly stagnated for a moment under the attack of the black horse. At that moment of stagnation, the entire ring was completely covered by black juice all over the sky.
The huge ring that was completely enveloped by the black juice caused a sharp corrosive force, and a loud buzzing sound suddenly started to sound. Nan Yan only felt that the energy on the ring was suddenly drained, and it disappeared in just an instant.
Most of it.
"Ah, no, all fellow sect members, please take action together. This black ant is too powerful. No one can defeat it."
Following his words, a thick blue mist suddenly spewed out from his body, and his body was instantly wrapped in it.
Then a strange clicking sound also resounded from the blue mist.
With Weng's cry, the huge ring disappeared immediately. Looking at the flaming wind and thunder ring in his hand, Nan Yan felt extremely distressed. At this time, on the palm-sized ring, not only was the energy scattered on it, but there were also
There are a few pitfalls, and it is already difficult to use without re-refining.
Looking at the black flying ants being sucked into the cyan mist, Nan Yan was filled with anger, and magic arts surged in his body. With a few clicks of his fingers, ten huge white skeleton palms appeared and danced wildly towards those
The flying black ants attacked and flew away.
Although the black ants were powerful, they couldn't tell their direction in the strange blue mist and kept flying around.
At this time, although Bing'er had hundreds of thousands of black ants, the power of his spiritual thoughts was far inferior to that of Qin Fengming. The ones he could control with the insect repelling technique could only control hundreds of thousands of them with his spiritual thoughts.
Her power was greatly damaged. But she was powerless against other flying ants.
But even so, she would not let it sit idle. She contacted the mother ant with her spiritual thoughts, and a spiritual thought was already sent out.
Suddenly, hundreds of thousands of black flying ants were like an overwhelming black hurricane, sweeping towards the Ghost Lord monks led by Nan Yan. Like a rolling black torrent, they completely covered Nan Yan within thousands of feet in an instant.
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Seeing this, Qin Bing'er, who had sacrificed a black ant for the first time, was also shocked.
Just the momentum displayed by the overwhelming black ants was already frightening.
Looking at the several ghost king monks who were attacked by the flying ants, Bing'er smiled on her little face. She pressed her hand between her eyebrows, and suddenly a series of slender purple-black filaments flashed out, and in a flash
Then, it disappeared into the void and disappeared without a trace.
There are as many as 3,600 Yihun needles, which are Bing'er's destiny.
When refining it, although there were no rare materials such as the Myriad Illusion Crystal and the Void Stone that could conceal one's whereabouts, the technique that Bing'er practiced was the Ten Thousand Illusion Yin Cha Jue, which is a powerful technique that can hide through illusion. In terms of power,
As the skills continue to be tempered, the Yihun Needle has begun to take on power.
When the flying needle is fired, it will be extremely difficult for the monks at the peak of the Ghost Lord to detect its trajectory if they do not concentrate. It is even more difficult for the monks in the middle stage of the Ghost Lord to catch the flying needle.
In just a flash, hundreds of Yihun needles appeared around a mid-stage ghost king monk.
But when it was discovered, it was no longer possible to activate the defensive magic weapon to intercept it. The magic skills in the body surged, and the majestic magic power was injected into the protective light shield outside his body.
But what frightened him was that those purple-black filaments shooting out from all directions were not afraid of the five-element shield at all. With a popping sound, the shield outside him seemed to be made of paper.
One after another, they were penetrated by the thin thread.
In a flash, it shot into his body.
A huge and incomparable power of the soul suddenly appeared, approaching the sea of consciousness.
As the filaments stirred in his body, the soul in his sea of consciousness was suddenly pulled by strands of soul power, and was quickly pulled out, and was instantly integrated into the filaments.
Under the violent flash of purple-black light, the pulling force was even more powerful. In just a few breaths, a dignified mid-level Ghost Lord monk fell to the strangulation of the Yihun Needle.