The only magic power that Yan Xi can use at this time is the Mahayana Mysterious Theory. He has achieved enlightenment in this method twice and has practiced it to the second level: 56%. The two magic powers that can be used are the Mahayana Three Flavors Glazed Flame Buddha's Light and the Heavenly Dragon Conquering Demons.
The magic weapon is a black gold cassock and two Buddha-sounding spiritual fish.
Yan Xi instantly estimated his own strengths and weaknesses.
The advantages are zero and the disadvantages are overwhelming!
He shook out the black gold cassock and turned it into a black gold Buddha cloud.
The black gold cassock is a treasure that contains the universe, not a magic weapon for escape and protection.
If Yan Xi's skill is powerful enough, even above Dongfang Qiu, using this treasure, he can take over the Supreme Elder of the Yinshan Sect with a raise of his hands. But his skill is ordinary, don't say that he has taken over Dongfang Qiu, even if he has taken over.
A few wisps of mysterious ghost clouds are very laborious.
It's a pity that this is the only magic weapon that Yan Xi can use.
The White Dragon Hook and the Xuanye Sword were both refined by the Snow Mountain Heart Method, and they could not be driven by the Mahayana mystical theory. He had no choice.
Yan Xi stepped on the glazed dragon, and he didn't care that he suddenly started to be afraid of heights again. He couldn't help but urge the Xuanyin Buddha Cloud to collect the Xuanyin Ghost Cloud. His magic power was weak and he couldn't compete with Dongfang Qiu head-on, so he could only do this.
Some involvement.
The bitter monk embraced the great realization of "If I don't go to hell, who will?", the Mahajie Sword turned into a golden rainbow, bumping east and west and conflicting left and right among the mysterious clouds of ghosts.
In terms of profound skills, Sha Chenyan was slightly better than Monk Ku. However, in terms of cultivation, Sha Chenyan had only reached the unity of body and energy and had not yet reached the state of rainbow transformation, but he was inferior to Monk Ku.
Dongfang Qiu was hit with a white dragon hook by Yan Xi and was severely injured. He was also attacked by Pangyun and Monk Ku successively, losing an arm and a thigh. At this time, he could not use 50% to 60% of his strength.
For a while, he was unable to suppress Monk Ku, and he had no time to take care of Yan Xi.
Yan Xi collected two wisps of mysterious ghost clouds, and saw the vast black clouds covering the sky, overturning the momentum of hundreds of miles, and said secretly: "I'm afraid that such a small fight will have no results, and I won't be able to help the miserable monk disciple."
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He took out the Earthen Jar Divine Fist again, reached out and slapped it, and countless green and black hands flew out.
Yan Xi knew that bullets were useless against Xuanyin Guiyun, so he took out all the surface-to-air missiles without using guns and bombed the center of Xuanyin Guiyun wildly.
Countless green and black hands are flying flexibly and skillfully, enough to equal an artillery battalion.
It's a pity that the missiles in Yan Xi's hands are individual weapons seized from the stronghold of the Porcelain Organization, and their power is limited. If they were heavy artillery, or even serious rocket launchers, the effect would be better.
Dongfang Qiu was hiding in the mysterious clouds of ghosts, and Yan Xi was afraid of accidentally injuring Monk Ku, so the artillery fire was random. After one round, the Supreme Elder of the Yinshan Sect was not injured at all.
Dongfang Qiu had never seen such a modern weapon before, so he thought it was some magic weapon.
He controlled the mysterious ghost cloud to have infinite uses. Even if it was exploded by the divine thunder, it could be repaired immediately. He did not bother Yan Xi and allowed him to bombard the outer layer with all his strength to surround and suppress Monk Ku.
Yan Xi was feeling discouraged when he suddenly noticed a phenomenon. After being exploded, many mysterious ghost clouds were floating around, as if no one was controlling them.
With a slight thought, he immediately activated the Xuanjin Buddha Cloud, turned around in a circle, and collected a lot of broken Xuanyin Ghost Clouds. It was countless times easier than before...
Yan Xi was overjoyed and said to himself: "I didn't expect that fighting can also cause bugs."
"If I collect more mysterious ghost clouds, the monk and his disciples will be safer."
The bitter monk was trapped in the mysterious cloud of ghosts, and he didn't know that his master was making a fool of himself. His Mahajie Sword was gradually suppressed by the endless clouds of mysterious ghosts, and the golden rainbow gradually became unable to be used.
Open, every turn is extremely laborious.
Monk Ku did not look back, and said silently in his heart: "For the sake of the teacher, it is natural to die as a martyr. If it were not for the teacher, how could I taste the feeling of flying on the rainbow and galloping through the sky?"
Seeing the suffering of the monk, Dongfang Qiu could no longer struggle. Surrounded by endless ghost clouds, he appeared triumphantly and shouted: "You little thief Bald, give me your thigh."
Monk Ku shouted: "It's at my senior brother's place."
Of course Dongfang Qiu knew that his arms and thighs were in Pangyun's hands. Thinking of the thief Pangyun, he became even more angry and shouted: "I'll cut off your thighs first and reattach them for use. Wait until I catch you."
Senior brother, in front of him, I will torture you to death again
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Monk Ku secretly estimated the distance, and struck out with a Prajna Palm for Subduing Demons, and the golden light gun pocket moved like lightning. Cao August suffered this loss back then.
Dongfang Qiu is ten times more powerful than Cao August. How can he compare to Rouge and Li Cao August after he has been cultivating Taoism for thousands of years? But he has been careless many times, and this time is no exception. The bitter monk was trapped by the mysterious cloud of ghosts, and Maha quit the sword.
The sword was so bright that it was difficult to move. How could he have expected that this little thief would be bald, and why would he deliberately spare a hand?
This Demon-Conquering Prajna Palm was struck in front of the face. Even though Dongfang Qiu reacted quickly and hurriedly gathered Guiyun to protect him, he was still knocked back hundreds of meters. Although he was not really slapped in the face, his face was always red with embarrassment?
He shouted wildly and was about to kill Monk Ku. Suddenly, an ink dragon emerged from the mysterious cloud of ghosts, circled again, and removed the hair from the other thigh of the ancestor of the Yinshan Sect around him.
This is still a variation of Dongfang Qiu Xuan Gong. You must hide very quickly, otherwise you will be cut in half.
I could only hear Pangyun shouting: "How about this sword?"
"You idiot!"
Has Dongfang Qiu ever suffered such a heavy loss in his life? If it were a head-on fight, even ten Pangyuns would not be his opponent, twenty monks of Ku would also suffer death, and a hundred Yan Xi would only be delivering food.
But each of the three thieves is slipperier than the last.
Yan Xi went all out and made a sneak attack with his sword. Pangyun took advantage of the sluggish flow of his zhenqi and plotted against him again. This little bald donkey was the most hateful. He insisted on attacking with his lower body, and even cheated with his hair on his body.
Dongfang Qiu had one arm and two thighs chopped off. With or without hair, he really looked like a "stick".
Dongfang Qiu shouted wildly: "You are all going to die, you are all going to die!"
Pangyun pushed with his backhand, and with an invisible force, Dongfang Qiu's thigh was shot horizontally and flew far away.
Dongfang Qiu couldn't accept it, so he turned into a "slut" and hurriedly used his magic to get back one of his thighs.
Pangyun took the opportunity to swing his sword, sweeping away the Xuanyin ghost cloud that trapped Monk Ku, and rescued his junior brother.
The two brothers were both talented. They activated their sword energy and swords, and then fled outside the formation.
Yan Xi saw the two disciples rushing out of the formation from a distance, and hurriedly collected the earthen pot divine fist and black gold cassock, and put down the escape light.
He saw from a distance that Duan Nanzhou was driving his sword light, circling around the Xuanyin ghost cloud, but was blocked and unable to collide with him. He hurriedly shouted: "Fellow Daoist Duan, come and join me. Let's fight together."
Duan Nanzhou usually prides himself on his abilities, but when he sees Pangyun, Monk Ku, and Yan Xi all showing off their abilities, he can't even break through the outermost layer of the mysterious cloud of ghosts. He can't help but feel bitter. When he hears Yan Xi's call, although there are some