Chapter 78 Star scattered flying palace chase scattered repair
A gray alien magic weapon was flying like lightning, dozens of feet above the sea surface, and it was passing by quickly.
The structure of this magic weapon is a bit strange. It is pointed at the top and bottom, and is rounded in the middle, like two tops close together, barely a rhombus. On the gray armor in the middle of the upper part, there seems to be a few words engraved on it: Ding No. 34.
However, a porthole with a hollowed-out chamber appears in the belly, and we can tell that it is a flying palace ark.
Four people in the boat were sitting around the brocade mat. Only the person in charge from the north was sitting upright and well-dressed. This man was middle-aged, with sunken eye sockets and long eyebrows extending past his cheeks. He was wearing a pale white robe and seemed to be silently Perform meritorious deeds.
The other three were staggering around, the cups and plates were in a mess during the dinner, and the broken white porcelain wine cups mixed with wine stains soaked into the delicate blankets under the seats.
However, these wine stains were nothing, because not far from the four people, seven or eight heads rolled to the ground. The blood overflowing from the broken neck had already dyed the edges of the pale white blanket into scarlet.
Lying on the ground, the sallow-faced monk on the left shouted: "It's boring, it's boring. Why does Master Yun have to promise to live by swearing money and paying gold? Wouldn't it be beautiful to kill them all? How beautiful?" His eyes were confused. , his chest was soaked, and he looked like he was drunk and pretending to be crazy after drinking.
The man on the right had a stern look on his face. He was still young but had long hair. I heard him whisper: "Don't be anxious. It's Lin's turn next. Junior Brother Sang, if you volunteer to help, I will end up with you." The opportunity is given to you."
The sallow-faced "Junior Brother Sang" sat up and said happily: "Seriously?"
The Chinese-haired young man nodded and said, "Of course I take it seriously."
The one between the two was a bald Taoist with bare breasts. Hearing this, he said: "Actually, there is a secret in the sect that the Xingsan Dafa can command not five hundred flying palaces at a time, but a thousand. Some real people are too cautious." , why do we need to work in groups of four? Even though we have cut off the road, we are still unable to deal with these shabby and scattered cultivators. If we scatter 1,500 flying palaces in one breath, the number of casualties will be three times greater."
The middle-aged man on the main seat said: "It's not because of the real person's caution. The Xingsan Dafa relies on the space power of Yuan Tao's remains, which can reach a speed close to the teleportation circle in a short period of time. This technique is extremely expensive. The Xingsan Dafa is five hundred , plundering the island for one hundred thousand is enough to shake the foundation of Yu Xuanzong."
The three people below were silent. The middle-aged man glanced at the sea map on the wall and said slowly: "In the past two days, we have been rushing until now, and 80% of the mission has been completed. The Zhucong Island just now is about this Let’s go to the 223rd island? Except for a few caves, the caves are empty. The 200 golden elixir monks only killed eight people. It’s really too few.”
His voice gradually became lower, and a murderous aura overflowed: "Under the premise of not violating the rules, we need to cut off a few more heads tomorrow."
The bald Taoist said: "Senior Brother Li, Junior Brother Sang, Junior Brother Lin. Minghuan Island has arrived."
Lin Daoren said: "If I remember correctly, Minghuan Island is the penultimate island on the southwest road of Longwen Shao Island. After solving Minghuan Island and the next Zhenru Island, only the last fifty islands are left in this trip. "
The flying palace circled in the air and stopped steadily. The four people jumped out using Dansha in turn. What the four people were looking at was a deserted island with a radius of more than ten miles, surrounded by mountains and rocks.
The Taoist Li at the head looked at it carefully, stretched out his hand and said: "The cave is located on the barren mountain on the border. The large cliff in the middle is dangerous and steep, and the bluffing appearance of the mountains is just a bait. There must be a trap. Judging from the layout of this cave, none of the more than 200 casual cultivators could compare to this man. Junior Brother Sang, are you really going to steal this hard job?"
"Junior Brother Sang" laughed wildly and said: "There is no need to talk about loose cultivators in the mountains and fields of Rongzhou! Senior Brother Li doesn't need to say more."
Li Daoren nodded and said decisively: "Break the formation." He took out a wrinkled yellow gourd with his backhand. The evil spirit leaked out from his fingers and poured into the gourd. The other three people also mobilized their elixir power at the same time to inject the evil spirit into the gourd.
.After a while, the gourd seemed to be ripe and turned red all over.
Li Daoren pinched the formula, and a large amount of pure spiritual energy, as white as milk, sprayed out from the mouth of the gourd, pouring on the suspected location of the cave on the island. This spiritual energy seemed to be extremely sensitive to the opponent's base, like a jackal pursuing blood, instantly killing ten people.
The six hidden directions were wrapped and melted, and even the seemingly extremely hard bluestone melted.
After six or seven breaths, all the hidden protection techniques were broken, and the main entrance of the cave, which was about ten feet high, appeared.
At this time, the door of the cave suddenly opened wide, and a green figure drove straight up into the blue clouds and stood in front of the four people.
This man has a strong back and a strong waist, and is almost two feet tall. He is clearly only at the first level of the Golden Core. But he looked around at the four people, but he didn't seem to be afraid. He said loudly: "What's the reason for these people to break Yingsong Cave Mansion?"
Taoist Sang's eyes flashed with a fierce look, and he stepped forward to take action without further ado.
The middle-aged man surnamed Li waved his hand to stop: "Don't break the rules. Issue the edict first."
Taoist Sang's face changed, and he finally opened his mouth and said: "Xingyue Sect issued an edict. From today onwards, Rongzhou's casual cultivators are not allowed to go to the deserted sea to refine Five Elements Miscellaneous Jade. I, the Xingyue Sect, all the real people are kind and do not want to hurt more people. Hand in hand.
I will send out a wisp of soul mark, confiscate the fine jade I have earned for a hundred years, and swear to never walk in the wilderness for the rest of my life, and I will spare your lives."
"I'll give you ten breaths to think about it."
The casual cultivator Ying Song was silent for a moment, then uttered four words: "It's too much to bully others."
Taoist Sang laughed wildly: "Finally, I saw someone who dared to take action. It's so happy, so happy. For your courage, Mr. Sang will make your head into a wine vessel, feed your flesh and blood with insect poison, and make your leg bones into drumsticks.
My soul is thrown into the treasure pony under my crotch. I will never teach you how to be useful. The bright pearl casts into darkness."
Ying Song's face was dull, and he was not angry at these words. A line of green smoke came out from the Lumen, and it condensed into three magic swords in an instant.
The monks cherish their lives so much. Faced with the harsh conditions of confiscating a hundred-year-old jade and handing over the soul mark, more than 190 of the nearly 200 people they met before chose to surrender without mercy.
There is still a huge gap between the first-level Jindan cultivators who have cut off their path, Xingyue Sect and other sects, and the casual cultivators, not to mention one against four. If you resist rashly, you will only lose your life in vain.
Ying Song dared to take action to meet the enemy, which was naturally not motivated.
Ying Song was born in a monastic family. He had a younger brother named Ying Yue, both of whom had outstanding qualifications. Ying Song was definitely better than his younger brother in terms of martial arts and magical powers. Then for a chance to enter the second-class sect Qingche Men, Ying Song
Ying Yue secretly poisoned Ying Song and blocked Ying Song's path to advancement.
But now his younger brother Ying Yue has reached the third level of Jindan. Ying Song is also forced to live outside and become a casual cultivator.
Although Ying Song was not allowed to advance to the second level of the Golden Core, he thought that he would have few opponents in the first level of the Golden Core.
When Taoist Sang saw that this shabby cultivator dared to take action first, he was even more furious. He raised his palms high, and green smoke billowed in his palms, as if it had turned into a chimney. The green smoke first condensed into a ball about a foot in size, and then sprouted like a seed.
, the vines grew, and endless green vines emerged from them. The vines were full of green light, carrying the business that was about to burst out of the body, and rolled towards Ying Song.
Ying Song swung his long sleeves, and the three long swords of Lumen made a clear sound. Wherever the sword light rose and fell, the vine was cut into several pieces, and fell into the water crookedly.
Taoist Sang was astonished. Taoist Li and the other three people behind him were also surprised. Taoist Sang's vine magical power was clearly of Yimu, containing infinite vitality; and the swordsmanship of this casual cultivator was obviously of Gengjin, which was extremely sharp.
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Normally, Taoist Sang's magical power uses softness to overcome hardness, and he is best at subduing swordsmanship. When someone kills with the magical power of swordsmanship, he can only leave two or three points of scars, which will be restored to the original state in a blink of an eye. But the vines will grow more and more prosperous, never-ending, and finally
Completely trap the enemy to death.
While Ying Song was confident before, he was also a little uneasy. Now he saw that the Xingyue Sect monks were nothing more than that, and he became energetic.
The three sword lights were divided into three parts, six parts, and six parts, twelve parts. They were like the silver light shining on the snow and dredged waves of the waterfall, rushing towards Taoist Sang.
The bald Taoist took a step forward to help. Taoist Li waved his hand to stop him.