"This junior has extraordinary knowledge. Although this magical power of mine is not a five-color divine light, it is indeed derived from the five-color divine light of the five-color sacred deer. Its power and effect are somewhat similar to the five-color divine light of the peacock.
It’s similar, it also specializes in Five Elements magic, and today I’m going to let you see how powerful I am with this magical power.”
A sense of self-satisfaction appeared on the middle-aged face, and his tone was relaxed. With this magical power, Qin Fengming could be captured and killed.
Looking at the four beasts that looked like wolves but not wolves, and looked like deer but not deer, Qin Fengming's eyes flashed, and the original look of shock on his expression disappeared.
Of course he also has the secret technique to restrain the five elements, but he doesn't want to use it at this time.
The figure did not move, but a small seal was already raised above the head in his hand.
With the infusion of majestic mana, the small seal suddenly turned into the size of a small mountain, and a purple-black light spread across an area of more than ten feet.
The hill flashed suddenly, and in an instant it appeared above the heads of the two monster beasts. Purple-black light flashed, and the monster beasts were instantly enveloped in it.
Suddenly, there was a rustling sound, and the two monster beasts that had just shown their power suddenly froze under the purple-black light, and their bodies trembled as if they were resisting some kind of powerful pressure.
Amidst the roars of the two beasts, two groups of multicolored mist spurted out and headed towards the purple-black light.
The two sides immediately touched each other, and saw the five-color mist sweeping across, and purple-black light flashing wildly. Even as the two sides attacked each other, they actually showed a stalemate.
"You actually have a powerful weapon that can restrain the five-color mist?"
Suddenly seeing two powerful monsters blocked, the middle-aged monk once again looked shocked.
This magical power of his allows him to repeatedly defeat powerful enemies, even those who are more powerful than him. With this magical power, even the opponent's imitation spiritual treasures can be restrained and difficult to achieve success.
There are very few magic weapons that can restrain his magical power.
"Hmph, I don't believe it, you still have such a magic weapon." The middle-aged monk showed a sinister expression. Ever since he showed up, he has been suppressed by the other party.
Although his divine soul realm was powerful, he did not dare to directly use the original power of his divine soul to attack while the opponent's soul-eating beast was watching eagerly.
If the original soul is intercepted by a soul-eating beast, it will cause the level of the soul to plummet.
"I disappoint fellow Taoist. Although Qin does not have such a magic weapon, it is not difficult to resist your secret magic."
Qin Fengming watched the other two monsters rushing towards him again under the urgent urging of the middle-aged man, and the calm words in his mouth immediately rang out. With the sound of words, a huge red tent suddenly flashed out, and a majestic wave of
Soul energy surged on the spot instantly.
A high-pitched bird song suddenly resounded, and a red mist surged, and a giant red bird one or two feet in size suddenly appeared.
A terrifying divine soul energy filled the air, and it suddenly flew towards the two strange monsters.
"This is a soul treasure driven by pure divine soul power. You..."
By this time, the middle-aged monk was really shocked to the extreme.
Of course, soul treasures exist in the world of immortality, and they can be redeemed by spending some money. But those soul treasures are all driven by the magic power of monks. The one shown in front of you at this moment has no trace of pure five-element energy. The power of the divine soul and the soul treasure are really incomparable.
Back in the human world, Qin Fengming got three soul treasures that he was very happy about.
Of these three soul treasures, the most powerful one is of course the Thunder Soul Tower, but at this time the Thunder Soul Tower has been used as the soul treasure of the communication sea of consciousness for sacrifice in his body. Naturally, he cannot sacrifice it at will.
In addition to the Thunder Soul Tower, there is also this silk handkerchief that can transform into a terrifying soul bird.
Another soul treasure that looks like a lampstand is mainly used for defense. The halo it emits can imprison the monk's soul. The closer you are to the lamp, the more powerful this imprisonment will be.
Although the origin of these three soul treasures was unknown, Qin Fengming later studied them in detail and was convinced that they could never be refined by monks in the human world.
In order to be able to enter the Kunpeng Pool, Fang Gan directly gave away three such powerful soul treasures. Qin Fengming later imagined that Fang Gan himself was ignorant and thought that these three soul treasures were just ordinary things. If he had With the knowledge of a monk in the spiritual world, he would definitely not give away any of them.
At this moment, when the giant soul bird appeared, the middle-aged monk's expression finally changed again.
Of course he knows the advantages and disadvantages of his own secret technique. Although it has a powerful restraint effect on the five elements' attribute energy, even the powerful magic weapon can easily dissolve the condensed light on it, but this secret technique is ineffective against the power of the soul.
From the middle-aged point of view, as a monk, no one, even a pure ghost cultivator, can attack with a soul treasure using only the power of the soul.
Except for the secret techniques of the fairy world, there is absolutely no one in the spiritual world who can use the power of the soul to control the soul treasure.
Although there are secret techniques in the fairy world and the spiritual world, there are not many such secret techniques with soul energy.
Therefore, since he has successfully practiced this secret technique, he has never met anyone who can break it.
Seeing the huge flying bird waving its huge wings and slapping towards the two spiritual beasts, the middle-aged monk had no choice but to force the two spiritual beasts to abandon their most powerful attack methods and rely on their own strength to fight against them.
The two magic weapons resisted the other's powerful secret technique, and Qin Fengming's lips showed a smile.
Before the middle-aged man could resort to any other means, he had already reached the point between his eyebrows, and the Xuanwei Qingyan Sword flashed out, and he grabbed it in his hand again. The mana surged in his body, and suddenly the sword threads flashed out and spread out in the air. It turned into a huge sword net, and the silver light flashed before suddenly disappearing.
When he flashed out again, he was already in front of the middle-aged man, with silver light flashing wildly and a hood suddenly coming over him.
"Hmph, now that I know that you are the descendant of Xuanwei, how can I be unprepared? The mere sword light turns into silk, which is not a threat to me, unless it is the misaligned light that is somewhat threatening."
Amidst the cold snort, the figure flashed, and the middle-aged monk had already appeared in another place.
Although the body technique used by the middle-aged man is not the Xuanfeng Aotian Technique, it is still very fast. And it seems that it has little impact on the forbidden Black Mist Island. This makes Qin Fengming secretly vigilant.
The middle-aged man in front of him is a Mahayana reincarnation. He has naturally awakened a small part of his memory before. Even the secret skills and magical powers in those few memories are not comparable to those of ordinary monks.
Qin Fengming was not disturbed by the other party's words. The magic formula surged in his body, and he swung the red and blue sword rapidly in his hand. The sword wires flashed, and huge silk nets quickly appeared, wrapping towards the middle-aged figure who kept dodging.
The opponent had just used some kind of magical power to appear, and his own condition was naturally unstable.
In this cave, the energy of heaven and earth is even more scarce. He is confident that he will kill the opponent on the spot just by consuming the opponent's own mana. Moreover, the Black Mist Island is restricted to the air, so he cannot use powerful escape techniques for a long time.
There was no telling when the forbidden air attack would appear. Faced with the fast sword-light turning silk attack, the middle-aged monk's relaxed attitude at the beginning gradually turned into a gloomy expression.
"Junior, if you want to kill me, you have a good idea. If I don't pay some price, it seems I can't do anything to you." As the figure flashed, a cold snort suddenly sounded.
As the words rang out, an extremely cold aura suddenly appeared in the tall and empty cave.