Four hundred and thirtieth chapters sword bag
"Mr. Wang, two monks Yi are old and clans!" Luo Linyin usually has a very master's demeanor, but at this time he felt such power, he still shrank to Wang Li's side, meaning that he felt that these two people were also dealing with them.
No, I can only rely on Wang Li.
Wang Li didn't dare to be careless and honestly sacrificed the Chengtian Yulu copper plate.
Although the power of Chengtian Yulu copper plate was stimulated to block all the white cloud swords that had pierced, Wang Li and others kept banging loudly outside, and the group was shocked to make their bodies flash.
These white cloud swords seem soft, but when they hit, they are very tough under the entanglement of the strange laws of vitality, giving people the feeling of being hit by copper and iron mountains.
"It is obviously a wind-based method, but it has formed the taste of the gold-based method." Yan Yan also frowned. She could not see the origin of these two monks. The education she received was too orthodox, Wang Li
She originally thought it was a bit inappropriate for He Lingxiu to provoke these two monks, but the other party's attack made her feel that the other party had really used the murderous intention, and she also felt that the other party had gone through a little.
"What the hell is this four continents on the edge of the East? It's so difficult to deal with just two people when they encounter them?"
Wang Li was the first to be hit. He felt that there were clangs and random thoughts in his ears. Apart from being surprised, he was speechless in an instant. In the past, he and Lu Shenliang or He Lingxiu were walking outside. Most of the monks on the four continents of the East were practicing.
The Qi stage monks feel that the Foundation Establishment Cultivator is quite strong. In the past, Lu Shenliang pretended to explode the golden elixir and could walk sideways, but now the four continents on the edge of the East seem to be a paradise where the Qi stage monks are walking everywhere.
, it is a place where monsters are everywhere.
These two people are obviously cultivators in the Golden Pill Realm. If the method they used was only the power of the Golden Pill Realm, it would be fine, but the Golden Pill Realm attack was a step further, which really made him feel a little unbelievable.
"These people were able to catch Yunshan's Great Cong Sword?"
But what Wang Li didn't know was that these two people were as shocked as him at this time.
They were staying here with great intentions. In fact, when they discovered the traces of Wang Li and others, the two of them had already become murderous. Although this method seemed to be calm and gentle, this attack was
It is to consume a terrible amount of true energy, but in fact it is already a full blow, and it is necessary to work with one blow.
However, what the two of them did not expect was that the other party easily blocked the attack with just one magic weapon.
"call out!"
The so-called real ruthless person is not much talkative. This monk with more black eyes than white eyes has no nonsense. There is a roar in the sea of energy, and a natal magic weapon entangles the elixir and penetrates the body.
His golden elixir is extremely pure blue, and this natal magic weapon is also blue. When it was sacrificed, it was only the size of an egg, but it continued to grow bigger in an instant, turning into a bronze bell that was about one meter long.
This bronze bell exudes an ancient meaning, and the mottled patina has penetrated into the depths of the body, which is obviously an ancient treasure with a long history.
The surface of the clock body is extremely smooth and there are no runes. However, as the monk's true energy continues to pour in, the inside of the clock body is filled with green light, forming a series of small people holding the handle of the knife.
Weird runes.
when!
The bronze bell suddenly rang.
Everyone on Wang Li's side felt a huge shock in their hearts, and their minds seemed to be stuffed with a bronze bell.
when!
The bronze bell rang again.
"ah!"
Wan Yehe screamed in horror first.
Not only was his spiritual consciousness killed, but his head began to hurt like a knife cut, but the meridians in his body were strangely swelling and breaking, and the true energy in his body seemed to be about to collide and explode his meridians.
Puff puff puff...
They can still bear it, but within a hundred miles, there are dull explosions constantly sounding in the world.
All the birds, beasts, and insects within this range exploded and turned into a mass of blood mist.
The monk, who had more black eyes than white eyes, looked cold and solemn. With a stroke, a red magic ring flew out from his wrist. The magic ring was originally connected to the head and tail, but suddenly loosened, but turned into a blood-red little
snake.
The little snake swam in front of him, and wisps of red light seemed to form a magic circle in an instant.
The blood mist that the creatures exploded was pulled one after another, and in the sky, countless blood-red lotus flowers were generated.
"What the hell!"
Wang Li had a split headache, so he shouted loudly and took out the handprint of the dark coffin.
This is the true emperor's most original understanding of a certain law of vitality, and it completely transcends the scope of true energy cultivation. A dark palm flows through the air without emitting strong fluctuations of vitality, but seems to ignore everything and directly pat them at the scene.
In front of this monk.
"Bang!"
The blood-red lotus that had not yet bloomed was directly annihilated. The seemingly inconspicuous dark palm print directly slapped the magic array formed by the red light in front of the monk. The magic array also collapsed directly, and the swim was swiftly
The little snake was shot and completely wiped out, turning into the previous red magic ring and flew backwards.
"How is that possible!"
The face of the monk with more dark eyes than white eyes changed drastically, and another ray of green elixir light shot out from his sea of energy, urging the bronze bell to tremble again.
"ah!"
Wan Yehe screamed again. The moment his scream sounded, everyone in Wang Li was coughing up blood.
In fact, the pain was still tolerated, but Wan Yehe was the most timid. He only felt that if the bronze bell shook a few more times, he might have died.
Wang Li slapped another palm.
This time, the handprint of the dark coffin was directly slapped on the bronze bell.
when!
With a loud bang, a gray-black palm print fell directly on its surface. The luminous runes inside its body were slapped by the palm print and all of them appeared on the surface.
Hundreds of glowing villains holding various weapons in their hands seemed to be real living creatures constantly slashing at the palm print.
This feeling is like hundreds of primitive human races fighting an ancient giant beast.
"What method is this?"
The two monks who were enemies of Wang Li were full of cold air.
Although the bronze bell made a loud noise this time, everyone on Wang Li felt that they were all lighter, and there was no strange magical power to shake and pull in the body.
Wang Li made a move and ate all over the world. He slapped the two monks again.
At this time, he achieved the Great Dao Holy Body, and his spiritual charm was amazing. After several consecutive times, as he used the Great Hand Seal of the Underworld Coffin, he became more and more proficient in his use, and the spiritual charm of the entire body also brought more vitality laws.
For a moment, when the dark and ghostly palm print passed through the void, it even brought up the true meaning of the gloomy dragon-scale wooden emperor coffin. In the airspace where the palm print passed through, countless coffins appeared naturally.
These coffins were gloomy and all followed the palm prints like swimming fishes going upstream.
"It's really a genius."
Zhou Yuxi's soul was shaken and even his breathing was completely paused.
She really had no choice but to admire Wang Li. She had always felt that Wang Li had stabbed her and seized the imperial coffin that belonged to her.
But she knew very well that if this doubtful coffin fell into her hands, even if it was the power of the entire Miaoyu Ancient Sect, it would probably take many years to understand the true meaning of it.
Behind the monk with more black eyes than white eyes, the monk wearing a golden feathered robe could not calm down. He stretched out his hands forward, and hundreds of silver square talismans sprinkled out of the sleeves of the golden robe.
These square talismans are only the size of adult's thumb nails, square, but when they fall into the air, they are all banging loudly, and they directly turn into silver tin soldiers of 1,200 or 300 heights.
All these silver tin soldiers held shields in their left hand and spears in their right hand. Their vital energy fluctuated violently, and the powerful vital energy collided with each other, and the entire void was jingling, as if countless real swords were hitting.
Although there were only hundreds of tin soldiers, they instantly created the momentum of thousands of troops.
However, under Wang Li's handprints of the underworld coffin, these tin soldiers were useless. The handprints and those underworld coffins were passing through. These tin soldiers were like piled up with flour, easily shattered by bang bang.
Seeing this scene, the monk wearing a golden feathered robe also looked ugly. There was another golden light in his sleeves, but a golden cloth bag was sacrificed.
The appearance of this golden cloth bag is not much different from that of an ordinary treasure bag, but it grows in the wind and opens its mouth, and it swallows the big handprint of the coffin like a giant beast swallowing something.
The golden cloth bag was then tightened, and there were large bulges on the surface of the cloth bag, as if many coffins were hitting.
The monk wearing a golden feather robe gritted his teeth tightly, his body trembling constantly, and seemed a little uncomfortable, but after a moment, the golden cloth bag returned to normal, as if the law of vitality had been erased.
"Wang Li, do you still remember the sword sac I told you before?"
At this moment, Yan Yan's voice sounded in Wang Li's sea of consciousness.
Wang Li was shocked immediately, "Fellow Daoist Lingxi, is this thing not a defensive magic weapon, but a sword bag?"
"I can't be completely sure, but according to my judgment, this thing is likely to be a top-quality sword sac." Yan Yan's voice kept ringing in his sea of consciousness, "Some fierce swords, ordinary sword sacs are simply
It is impossible to store it, and it is impossible to withstand the power of the sword. Moreover, some sword bags have the effect of tying swords. Don't use your sword formation easily, otherwise if it is stored by the other party, it will become someone else's
It would be extremely bad if the things in the bag were used to deal with us.
Wang Li originally thought that these two people were very difficult to deal with. He wanted to cut the mess quickly and directly sacrificed the 18,000 Mingbing Sword Formation, but when he heard Yan Yan's words, he was stunned.
Chapter completed!