"What a walker's rod!"

This magic weapon is very famous among the hundreds of schools of thought.

Ascetics practice traveling around the world, not afraid of hardships or difficulties. The more dangerous the place, the more they have to go.

In the wilderness, there are poisonous snakes and beasts, robbers and murderers, and there are also mud volcanoes and various dangerous environments.

Ascetics, as the name suggests, mainly practice and travel, are always alone and relying on themselves to walk.

Wearing a thick coat and holding a wooden stick, he resolutely walked into the wilderness.

A wooden stick can be hung with a kettle to drive away poisonous snakes and insects in the grass. When encountering wild animals, it can be used as a weapon to defend itself.

If you encounter an abnormal ground, you don’t know if there is a trap, and you can poke it on the ground to test it.

Therefore, this wooden stick is called the "Walker Staff".

The walker's staff in the hands of the son of the ascetic is a magic weapon of spirituality and a treasure of the ascetic.

This treasure can drive away poisonous snakes and insects, and can suppress water, fire and wind, and has various sharp effects when facing the enemy.

Mo Duyu's fire attack just now was fierce, but the son of the ascetic took out the traveler's staff and immediately turned the world around.

"A magic weapon for spiritual communication!"

Many schools of hundreds of schools sighed secretly, and there are only a few magic weapons in the world, and there are only a handful of them within the schools of hundreds of schools.

The son of an ascetic, who came to the stage with a walker's stick, could really defeat Mo Duyu.

I'm afraid that Taoism will capsize this time.

There was no reaction from Benchu's real person, so everyone focused on the stage to see how Mo Duyu responded?

Fang Dou knew that Mo Duyu had not used all his strength yet, and the power of the Fire Tribe Tianzhang had not yet been shown.

"Mo Duyu, go down!"

The son of an ascetic, when he recalled the scene just now, he felt cold sweat coming down, which was too dangerous.

Countless fires came in a fierce manner, almost burying him. If he was slowing down for a while, he would now turn into ashes.

When he thought of Mo Duyu's harshness, he naturally would not show mercy. He held the walker's staff and poked Mo Duyu's forehead.

"Good come!"

Mo Duyu sneered, "What can I do to me just a magic weapon in the world?"

"Let you see the power of the Fire Tribe Tianzhang!"

After saying that, he spread his palms, countless runes of soybeans emerged, gathering in the air.

"Here, Huobi Tianzhang!"

These runes entangled in the air and turned into a sword in an instant. Sparks jumped around them, surrounding them.

"go!"

This sword of fire was facing the walker's staff in the air.

"Flying Sword?"

Someone saw the sword flying out of his hand and couldn't help but blurt out.

However, no matter whether the three sword immortals in Shu or Fang Dou's faces were exposed, they all showed a faint disdain.

It is straightforward, with a single throw force, a rigid trajectory, and straightforward, which is also worthy of being called a flying sword?

As experts in swordplay, they naturally could see that this sword had nothing to do with the flying sword, and it was simply thrown out by Mo Duyu.

The body of this sword is not the body of the sword flashing with cold light, but the sparks surrounding it.

"Dingdang!"

The sword collided with the Walker's staff and immediately stuck together. The fire rushes up, wrapping the Walker's staff and burning violently.

The son of the ascetic had already expected this and gently flicked his finger towards the walker's staff.

The Walker's Staff made a crisp sound, then it started to shake, buzzing and transforming into overlapping phantoms.

In this way, the fire that sticks to it will naturally not be able to adhere to it and will begin to be extinguished one by one.

Even the sword was shocked and beaten endlessly, and it was almost jumping away.

"Change!"

Mo Duyu controlled it from afar, and the sword immediately changed into a steel hook claw, locking the walker's staff suddenly. With only a few clicks, the joints closed, and it was locked tightly.

This is not the end.

Huh!

Mo Duyu blew a breath at the hook claws. The breeze seemed ordinary, but it was even more powerful than tinder oil.

Originally, there were only three or five fires as big as beans left on the walker's rod, which were about to be extinguished with shaking.

However, when the breeze blew, the fire suddenly surged like a fierce medicine.

Hula la la la la!

The flames were connected into a line, covering the wooden stick densely from beginning to end, burning red.

The son of an ascetic can't help but let go of his palm and take a few steps back.

"Customize for me!"

Seeing that the situation was critical, his palm cracked, and the blood light formed a secret talisman of this sect and slapped it at the walker's staff.

The walker's staff was burned by the fire and was also in torment. After obtaining this secret talisman, he was saved in an instant.

Whoosh!

The walker's rod, like a live fish on a oil pan, jumped into the air and actually threw away most of the flames.

From a distance, the end of this brown wooden stick has been dyed with burnt black, obviously not unharmed.

"The Walker Staff, help me get closer to the opponent and defeat the enemy!"

At this moment, the flames of the envoy of Mo Duyu had occupied the home court of the sacrificial celestial platform.

The previous wind, frost and snowflakes were nowhere to be seen at this moment, only sparks blooming everywhere.

The son of an ascetic turned to a disadvantage, and Mo Duyu on the opposite side was surrounded by fire defenses.

The layers of fire were like solid walls, which was isolated from his sight and even ruined his direct attack path.

Therefore, the son of an ascetic can only find another way.

He held the walker's staff and chanted a few words in silence.

The next moment, the son of an ascetic broke through the numerous fires in front of him, as if he opened an endless portal and came directly to Mo Duyu.

"Mo Duyu, you are defeated!"

This is the supreme supernatural power of an ascetic. Holding a walker's staff in his hand can go to heaven and earth, and the enemy has nowhere to hide.

Mo Duyu in front of him had no fire light to protect him, so he could be defeated directly.

"Sorry, you lost!"

Mo Duyu's calm eyes suddenly shone yellow light, and the temperature on his body increased sharply.

The Walker's staff, the son of the ascetic, was raised high and inserted into his chest.

The next moment, two orange-yellow flames shot out from Mo Duyu's eyes and hit the walker's staff.

"Go down!"

The son of an ascetic was about to use force to disperse the fire, but unexpectedly, the heat coming from the fire was surging, which was far beyond imagination.

Before he could react, he was flooded by the heat current that was coming.

...

"Dong!"

The walker's staff was inserted into the ground, and the ascetic's charred body fell heavily under the sacrifice platform.

The surroundings are very quiet.

This battle ended with the defeat of the son of an ascetic, and Taoism won a great victory.

The sacrifice to Mo Duyu on the rooftop was as usual, and there was no joy of winning at all.

That is the son of an ascetic, one of the hundreds of rumored sons, not everyone can defeat it.

Rumor has been said that hundreds of sons were born in heaven, with strange fates and most people could not move, and only hundreds of sons could harm each other.

Mo Duyu was able to beat the son of an ascetic and did not know the life and death of a son, which surprised everyone and became a little afraid of him.

"Hurry, save people!"

A moment later, the disciples of the medical scientist rescued the son of the ascetic, brushed hundreds of layers of various ointments one after another, and wrapped them with lotus leaves the size of a door panel and took them away.
Chapter completed!