Chapter five hundred and eighty eighth drum breaking the magic flag
Seeing that the middle-aged monk trapped in the black demon flag did not panic, he was actually hovering and suspended in the shield, fighting against many ghosts with only one spiritual weapon, and seemed to be determined to spend a long time.
Seeing this, the monk surnamed Huang couldn't help but feel moved in his heart.
The monk surnamed Wei on the opposite side had previously used some elixirs to force a top-level foundation-building monk to the point of exhaustion of mana. Could it be that the other party still wanted to use this method?
He knows that although pills can quickly increase some magic power, he must immediately meditate for a long time afterward to slowly dissolve the remaining medicinal power in the body, otherwise the remaining medicinal power will remain in the body, which will naturally cause great harm to him.
In just two or three days, it is absolutely impossible for the other party to completely dissolve the residue of the pill pills he had taken previously. Even this monk would not choose to drink poison to quench his thirst.
Looking at the unfazed expression of the monk surnamed Wei in the thick fog, the middle-aged man surnamed Huang couldn't help but feel furious in his heart, and said viciously: "Humph, you just want to compete with my treasure with just a spiritual weapon, you are really overestimating your capabilities.
, let the boy taste the true power of the Black Demon Banner."
He knows in his heart that as long as he drives the Black Demon Banner with all his strength, the more than twenty foundation-building stage ghosts inside it will attack at the same time. This is equivalent to the effect of more than twenty foundation-building monks attacking at the same time. A mere mid-stage foundation-building monk
, it is absolutely difficult to resist even the slightest bit.
As soon as the middle-aged man in black finished speaking, the spiritual power in his body moved, and a spell was shot out, disappearing into the thick magic mist.
Suddenly, the thick black magic mist continued to roll, and dozens of foundation-building stage ghosts floating in the distance began to howl, swaying their bodies one after another, and flew forward towards Qin Fengming inside the shield.
The monk named Huang no longer had a stalemate with Qin Fengming, and wanted to use thunderous means to defeat him in one go.
Qin Fengming was shocked when he saw this place. With so many foundation-building ghosts joining the attack, his Yin-Yang Tower would definitely be difficult to resist. As a last resort, he kept waving his hands, and a lot of talismans flew out of his hands.
.
After leaving his hand, it turned into a large number of fire bullets, ice bullets, and wind blades, and quickly struck towards the Foundation Establishment Stage Ghost.
Seeing that the other party actually sacrificed a large number of elementary and low-level talismans, the monk surnamed Huang couldn't help but reveal a hint of sarcasm on his face. How could a mere low-level talisman cause harm to his foundation-building ghost.
Just before his sarcastic smile faded away, a scene that shocked him appeared in front of him.
When dozens of fire bombs or ice bombs collided with a ghost, a huge explosion sound immediately erupted. In an instant, those ghosts who had cultivated in the foundation period would fall apart and disappear.
This scene made the middle-aged monk surnamed Huang very shocked. He knew the attack power of the low-level fire bullet talisman very well. It was definitely not as powerful as the talisman used by the monk surnamed Wei in front of him. Is there any secret in it?
No.
Thinking of this, he immediately calmed down and looked at it carefully. He immediately realized that although the talisman offered by the other party was a fire bullet or an ice bullet talisman, its single power was incomparable to that of several ordinary fire bullets.
In comparison, each one has the attack power of an ordinary spiritual weapon.
Upon realizing this, the middle-aged man surnamed Huang was even more shocked. If the opponent had used such a talisman to attack him from the beginning, he would definitely not even have the chance to sacrifice the spiritual weapon.
Although the monk surnamed Huang was shocked, his confidence has not weakened at all. In the dense magic mist, the ghosts transformed by his spiritual weapon are inexhaustible. As long as they dissipate, they will be transformed again by the spiritual weapon.
If you leave, your realm will not be lowered at all.
With this in mind, even if the opponent has thousands of these talismans, they will definitely run out of them at some point, and when the time comes, the opponent will have no choice but to capture them.
Everything that happened in the thick black fog, except for the monk surnamed Huang, only a dozen old monsters in the infant stage could see clearly. Even those monks at the peak of Chengdan could only penetrate a dozen or so people with their spiritual consciousness.
Ten feet deep.
Except for Xiao Hongzhi, the other old monsters were also slightly moved by the power produced by the fire bullets, ice bullets, and wind blade talismans offered by the middle-aged monks.
With everyone's eyes, they will immediately see that these low-level talismans will never exist in the market. They must be from the hands of powerful people.
A powerful person can be allowed to refine such a talisman. You know it, but the little monk in front of you must have a great background. Thinking of this, everyone immediately sent messages to the calm-looking Xiao Hongzhi to inquire about Qin Fengming's background.
Origins.
Under constant questioning by everyone, Xiao Hongzhi could only reveal a little bit.
When everyone heard the name of 'Manghuang Mountain', they were immediately shocked. Manghuang Mountain, apart from the five superpowers, is a transcendent existence that the small Xiao clan cannot compare with.
No wonder this middle-aged monk was able to defeat several peak Foundation-building monks in a row with his mere mid-stage foundation-building cultivation.
As for Qin Fengming's parentage, Xiao Hongzhi actually didn't delve into it. At this time, he only briefly mentioned it. However, what the other old monsters thought did not matter to Qin Fengming who was fighting with him.
In less than half a stick of incense, Qin Fengming had already used hundreds of talismans and repelled several waves of attacks.
At this time, he couldn't help but shake his head in his heart. With these endless ghosts, it would be difficult to make any achievements with this method alone.
Just when it was not difficult for him to make a decision, he suddenly had an idea and waved his hand to repel another wave of ghost attacks. However, he shook his hand and a war drum with a face of several feet appeared above his head.
The mallet also flew out of his hand and quickly flew to the huge war drum.
"Dong~dong~~"
Just when the ghost appeared again and flew towards Qin Fengming again, a deafening thumping sound was heard from the war drum.
As the huge sound rang out, huge wavy sound waves centered on the war drum and quickly impacted in all directions.
Immediately, the ghosts with cultivation levels below the Foundation Establishment level will immediately fall apart when exposed to this sound wave. Even the demon souls at the Foundation Establishment stage will be unable to stabilize even after resisting several sonic wave attacks and will dissipate one after another.
Qin Fengming's war drum spiritual weapon, the sound wave it has transformed into has been transformed into spiritual energy. In addition to shocking the mind, its attack power is also the same as the attack effect of a spiritual weapon. He never thought that this spiritual weapon can actually affect the ghosts.
So sharp.
Although the monk surnamed Huang who was standing outside did not suffer any damage from this sonic attack, he had also seen that this spiritual weapon had a strong restraint effect on the ghosts transformed by his own spiritual weapon.
Just when he was slightly stunned, Qin Fengming no longer hesitated. As soon as he moved, the giant drum above his head still kept making a "dong-dong" sound, but he himself was carrying the giant drum and heading towards the huge one thirty feet away.
The black flag flew away.
As he waved his hands continuously, hundreds of talismans emerged and attacked the huge black flag.
"Stab it~~"
With a huge piercing sound, the black flags that were several feet in diameter were attacked by hundreds of wind blades, and cracks that were several feet in diameter suddenly appeared.