Second-level magic weapons are extremely rare treasures for ordinary Jindan monks.
Not to mention Daoji monks!
Only the Chongxuan Sect, a major weapon refining sect, had the guts to offer a second-level magic weapon as a prize, allowing monks from various factions to compete for it.
Use this to highlight the atmosphere!
The Xingcang Wu family is one of the four great cultivation clans in the East China Sea, with a long heritage and a rich heritage.
The name of its clan inheritance is called "Thunder Jade Scripture"!
Pang Yue heard Luo Qingyuan say before that this Thunder Jade Sutra can cultivate twelve Taiyuan Immortal Capital Thunder Talisman, communicate with the twelve Immortal Capital Thunder Gods in the dark, and its power is infinite.
It is one of the top thunder techniques in the world!
This Wu Hongyu stood proudly in the sky, with thunderous light all over his body, and the fluctuations of his late-stage Taoist cultivation spread out unabashedly.
On Yingxian Mountain, a snow-white silk thread flew out, circled in the air, and then stretched straight.
The next moment.
Everyone saw a blur in front of their eyes, and at the end of the white silk stockings there were multiple tall and thin figures.
"Peng Yuan of Qianji Sect teaches fellow Taoists great tricks."
The tall and thin figure has countless white threads swirling around it, making it unpredictable and strange.
Wu Hongyu laughed loudly, and without any nonsense, he stretched out his hand and pointed at Peng Yuan.
A bolt of lightning suddenly struck from the sky!
Blue and white thunder lights intertwined like water, crashing down with astonishing power.
Peng Yuan calmly made a seal, and a white thread on his head suddenly stretched straight, as if he was trying to pull something out of the void.
He saw a tortoise shell about ten feet large appearing above his head out of thin air, blocking the lightning.
Boom!
The lightning struck the tortoise shell, bursting out with dazzling light. Electric snakes jumped in all directions, and everything was white as snow.
The white hair around Peng Yuan's body moved, and he pulled out countless flying blades that flashed with cold light, and shot them towards Wu Hongyu.
On the terrace.
Luo Qingyuan said to Pang Yue: "Qianji Sect is good at the art of trap puppets and has a variety of methods. When the disciples of this sect fight, the thousands of tricks can change, making it difficult to guard against."
Pang Yue nodded and said with a smile: "Every school in the world has its own merits. This is an eye-opener."
While the two were talking, the two princes also fought fiercely.
Wu Haoyu was surrounded by lightning and lightning, like a thunder god descending from the world. With every move of his hands and feet, lightning struck down.
Peng Yuan controlled the flying blade through the white silk from a distance, changing it unpredictablely, sometimes shooting directly from the front, sometimes detouring behind Wu Hongyu, sometimes appearing below Wu Hongyu...
Wu Hongyu swung his thunder and blocked them one by one.
Suddenly, the flying blades suddenly merged together and turned into a lifelike long bladed dragon with cold light, which rushed towards Wu Hongyu.
Wu Hongyu shouted low, punched out, and a majestic and tall lightning shadow appeared behind him.
In an instant, the mana on his body surged several times, and the light of his fist condensed into a ball of dazzling lightning, which was heavily imprinted on the long blade of the dragon!
boom!
After a loud noise, lightning spread all over the jade crystal platform like flowing water.
Peng Yu flew back, his clothes were burnt black, and the white silk stockings had long since disappeared.
"Fellow Taoist is so wise that Peng admires him!"
Peng Yuan said something, and his body swayed, as if being pulled by an invisible rope, and he instantly returned to Yingxian Mountain.
Everyone knows that this is just the initial trial!
Wu Haoyu stood proudly on the jade crystal platform, looked at Yingxian Mountain and said, "Which other Taoist fellows are coming up?"
The sound falls.
A ray of water spread out, and the sound of the mighty tide came from the void.
I saw a person wearing aqua blue Taoist uniform, stepping on the water, walking out of the fairy mountain.
"Unexpectedly, fellow Daoist Wu has already cultivated into the Thunder God of the Twelve Immortal Capitals. Zhou was so happy to see that he wanted to learn a thing or two."
Grand gatherings like these at the Jindan Hall are a good time for disciples from various schools to compete for fame.
If you can become famous in one fell swoop, you will definitely be valued by the elders and aristocratic families after returning to the sect, and you will be favored by cultivation resources.
Wu Hongyu also smiled and said: "I have long heard that Tianhai Sect has powerful magic power and is invincible at the same level. Today I want to see how good my fellow Taoist is!"
The two of them took action almost at the same time!
On Wu Hongyu's side, the sky was full of thunder and light intertwined into a heavy punch, which shot out of the air.
The monk surnamed Zhou from the Tianhai Sect waved his hand and released the water curtain that filled the sky with brilliance and the roar of the tide as he came forward to greet them.
When Tianhai Sect monks fight with others, they are least afraid of wasting their magic power and have the greatest momentum.
Back in the Tianjue Ice Territory, Yan Qichang used his own magic power to block Hong Xi's first-level magic weapon, the Samadhi God Fan!
At this time, the two of them took action and tested Wu Hongyu's true strength.
Two majestic thunder gods appeared behind him. The lightning around them was like substance. His magic power increased again. The powerful spiritual pressure on his body made some ordinary Taoist monks on Yingxian Mountain feel frightened.
The Wu family of Xingcang was determined to win the Zihuang Sword, and the disciples they sent to guard the ring were indeed extraordinary.
On the jade crystal platform, the true light and the thunder light all over the sky were fighting together, the sound of thunder was rolling, and the sound of the tide was loud.
The originally bright and clear sky was eclipsed by it.
On the Luo family's side, Luo Qingyuan glanced at the children of the Luo family and said, "You don't have to go up there for a while... No matter who wins or loses, these two people are beyond your ability to deal with."
Pang Yue nodded and said: "According to the four realms of Daoji monks, heaven, earth, black and yellow, the two people on the stage are basically at the upper level of the earth realm, no worse than the true disciples of our Demonic Talisman Sect."
Luo Qingyuan asked: "Will you come up later?"
Pang Yue said: "Don't worry, let's see if there are other masters."
Luo Qingyuan smiled: "A second-level magic weapon will probably attract many heavenly masters to compete for it."
"Let it go, my magic talisman clone's methods are not as powerful as mine after all. We'll see what happens later."
Pang Yue smiled.
He was playing with an octagonal mirror in his hand. While watching the battle, he secretly pondered the technique of pointing objects as treasures that he had just learned.
This secret method has a total of twenty-four inverted sentences, which can turn ordinary spiritual objects and treasures into magical weapons.
The higher the monk's magic power, the higher the grade of the magical artifact he will enlighten.
But after all, this method is not the original magical power of Buddhism, and it can at best enlighten a medium-grade magical weapon.
Pang Yue understood this chant through the Xiantian Wuji Monument, and couldn't help but tap the newly refined Dingxuan Mirror three times.
The Dingxuan Mirror shook three times in a row, and a mysterious and profound wave spread out.
Pang Yue was surprised. In the Dingxuan Mirror, three more restrictions appeared out of thin air in an instant!
Become a mid-grade magic weapon!
Who would have thought that these three taps would save him a year of hard work, or even more!
Pang Yue couldn't help but poke at the Dingxuan Mirror again, only to find that the Dingxuan Mirror was silent as usual, with no more movement.
"It's really worthless!"
Pang Yue couldn't help but sigh.
It is a pity that such a heaven-defying magical power can only manifest a few magical effects.
He couldn't help but have an infinite yearning for the original Buddhist magical powers.
However, when the Dingxuan Mirror reaches the level of a middle-grade magical weapon, it can exert one or two points of power.
He put away the Dingxuan Mirror and looked at the Jade Crystal Platform. The two people above had already decided the winner.
The third Xiandu Thunder God appeared behind Wu Hongyu. His thunderous thunder power was no less powerful than that of the monks of the Tianhai Sect. He broke through the true light of his water curtain and won the battle.
Pang Yue discovered that in this type of fighting in full view of the public, both parties would stop at the point without any intention of harming the opponent.
After the Tianhai Sect monk went down, another Buddhist monk came up.
But he is a monk from Kongang Temple, one of the nine sects in the East China Sea.
The monk was wearing a coarse cloth robe and mango shoes. He stepped out and came to the jade crystal platform.
A sense of immortality and weight as heavy as a mountain slowly emerged from him.
When everyone saw it, they knew that this monk must be the true disciple of Vajra Temple!
Only by practicing the King Kong Ming Jue can you have such energy.
Please remember the first domain name of this book: ._