Chapter two hundred and thirteen the late stage of fighting the foundation
Neither of the two members of the Demon Mountain Sect knew how Qin Fengming escaped from tens of thousands of souls and ghosts. Those ghosts were completely indestructible. It could be said that in the black mist transformed by the ghost flags, they could not be killed or destroyed.
Absolutely.
Even if the two of them enter it, they may be trapped to death and unable to escape.
The two of them looked at the young monk from the Luoxia Sect in front of them. Although they were angry, their expressions of confusion were also clearly revealed.
"Boy, I really didn't expect that you would have such a means to escape from the ghost flag, a big murder weapon. However, it is impossible to escape from this place."
The person who spoke was the monk surnamed Gu. Seeing that Qin Fengming was unharmed, he stared at him for a moment before speaking calmly.
Qin Fengming smiled slightly, glanced at the two of them, and said calmly: "If you want to stay here, you have to see if you have such means. It is possible that I will capture you two in a while.
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Hearing what Qin Fengming said, the monk surnamed Feng showed his dignity. His beloved treasure had been destroyed, and he was already in a very bad mood. When he heard this again, how could he not be angry? He glared at the other party without answering, waved his hand and gave it away.
A black object immediately rose into the air.
In an instant, it turned into a size of several feet, and a ball of black juice flew out from it, heading straight for Qin Fengming. A smelly smell hit his face first, almost making Qin Fengming unable to breathe.
Seeing the other party sacrifice the spiritual weapon, Qin Fengming was also horrified. He had never encountered such a weird treasure before.
The other party was a demonic monk, and as expected, there was evil everywhere. Qin Fengming couldn't help but raise his attention by a few points.
Not daring to let the black juice get close, as soon as he pushed the Purple Fire Meteor Sword in front of him, the huge sword shadow faced the black juice. The Meteor Sword cut one end into the juice.
Suddenly, Qin Fengming felt that the connection between himself and the Purple Fire Meteor Sword seemed to be weakening, and he was so frightened that he immediately pulled back. The Meteor Sword swayed in the black juice and wanted to roll back, but the juice quickly swept it away.
They surrounded him and trapped him in it.
In just a moment, Qin Fengming felt that the Purple Fire Meteor Sword had lost contact with him and could no longer be used.
Qin Fengming was immediately shocked. The other party's spiritual weapon must be an extremely sinister thing. He had never thought that it could contaminate other people's spiritual weapons.
When the monk surnamed Gu saw that his junior brother had trapped one of the opponent's spiritual weapons, he swayed and flew to Qin Fengming's left side. The three of them immediately formed horns to prevent Qin Fengming from escaping.
After being surprised at first, Qin Fengming watched for a moment and then felt relieved. He discovered that although the Purple Fire Meteor Sword was trapped in the black juice, it could not be taken away by the opponent in a moment. As long as the opponent was killed as soon as possible,
, it is possible to regain the Purple Fire Meteor Sword.
Thinking of this, Qin Fengming couldn't care less about hiding his strength.
As soon as he raised his hand, two purple pieces appeared in the air, circled, and went straight to the monk named Feng. They were Qin Fengming's set of Ruyi purple gold hook magic weapons.
The coercion emanating from the purple leather sword made the monk named Feng also know that the other party had sacrificed a magic weapon. In his shock, a crutch-like magic weapon immediately appeared in the air and quickly blocked a purple leather sword, knocking him down for a moment.
It was hard to tell the winner. However, the other team quickly got rid of the cane magic weapon and flew straight towards it.
The monk named Feng was so frightened that he flew out of his mind. He did not expect that the opponent actually had two magic weapons, and they could be used to attack the enemy separately. He had no more magic weapons to use, so in a panic, he sacrificed a high-grade spiritual weapon.
The high-grade spiritual weapon was only hit by the purple sword, and then broke into two pieces with a 'click' sound.
The purple horse rushed towards him without slowing down. He tried to dodge, but it was too late. He was so frightened that he even forgot to open his self-defense spiritual shield, and stared blankly at the purple light from far to near...
Just when the monk named Feng felt that his life was in danger, a black lightning flew from his right side and intercepted the purple horse trainer.
This is the same whip-shaped magic weapon that the monk with the ancient surname originally used to defeat the purple-backed mantis beast.
Seeing the people of the Luoxia Sect offering two magic weapons, the monk named Gu knew that his fellow sect must not stop them, so he quickly sacrificed his own magic weapons and successfully stopped the opponent's treasures, saving his junior brother's life.
Seeing that when the monks with the surname were about to be killed, there were so many complications, Qin Fengming couldn't help but secretly sighed that it was a pity. It was really not easy to get an advantage from the two monks who were in the late stage of foundation establishment.
At this time, the sound of weapons clashing can be heard within dozens of miles, and the colorful lights in the sky are constantly flashing. Not to mention the small fork and the spear that were first sacrificed, the three magic weapons in the air, let the spiritual energy here
Incessant agitation.
Qin Fengming didn't know that this was the gathering place for the Demon Mountain Sect to enter the ancient battlefield. Over time, it would definitely be very detrimental to him. However, the two Demon Mountain Sect members had calmed down at this time. They did not believe the monk opposite him who was in the early stages of foundation building.
There is still a magic weapon in the body, but even if it is there, it is impossible to sacrifice it again. Otherwise, all the magic power will be lost in an instant, and one will be left to die.
Seeing that the battle situation had stabilized, the monk named Feng gritted his teeth and said:
"Young man opposite, don't be complacent for too long. As long as my senior brother Gu uses all his strength, I can kill you on the spot in a matter of seconds. Even so, when your magic power is exhausted, I can still capture you. When the time comes, I will definitely drain your soul.
Refining my soul, I will never be reincarnated, in order to avenge the murder of my junior brother and the destruction of my spiritual weapon. Don't think about escaping. This red leaf forest is where the foundation-building monks of my Demon Mountain Sect gather. It is everywhere.
I, the monk of the Demon Mountain Sect, will be destroyed sooner or later, so you should just accept your death."
Qin Fengming listened to the other party's words and kept thinking in his mind. He saw that the monk named Gu on the other side did not attack him again after offering his magic weapon, and he felt a little relieved. He knew that the other party must not bother to attack a foundation builder with others.
The early monks sacrificed the magic weapon just to save the lives of their fellow disciples. Now they have no worries and will not attack the enemy again.
Suddenly, Qin Fengming saw the monk surnamed Feng standing forty feet away, with no defensive spiritual weapon on his body, and not even a protective spiritual shield activated. His mind moved, and he moved lightly, slowly walking towards the monk surnamed Feng.
And go…….
Although the performance of both sides was slightly dull, the aerial magic weapons and spiritual weapons never stopped, and they were still fighting each other endlessly.
The two members of the Magic Mountain Sect were all staring at the sky, and no one noticed the small movements of Qin Fengming's feet.
When the monk named Feng saw that Qin Fengming was only more than twenty feet away from him, he felt something was wrong and immediately asked: "Boy, what do you want to do?" As he said that, the spiritual power in his body moved and a protective shield formed.
Appear outside of him.
Seeing that the monk named Feng was only twenty feet away, Qin Fengming smiled slightly and said lightly: "I realized it now, it's already too late."
As he spoke, a ray of red light flashed out from his sleeve, as fast as lightning, and instantly appeared outside the shield of the monk named Feng.
There was only a sound of "duh", and a flash of red light penetrated the body of the monk surnamed Feng, and flashed out from the other side. The dead body immediately fell from the air.