"Why is your consciousness so strong? Don't use Shatuo Beast to fool me. Lao San's [Earth Escape Technique] has already been practiced to the level of silent escape from the earth. It is impossible for a mere Shatuo Beast to detect his whereabouts!"
One person was killed before the battle began. The two black-robed monks who attacked Zhou Yang were really shocked and angry. They looked at the young man in white with a hint of fear.
This thing is really weird!
They all know the skills of their companion. Although this companion is not as high as the two of them and only has the seventh level of Qi training, he has been immersed in the "Earth Escape Technique" for more than thirty years.
After the "Earth Escape Technique" is performed, even the ninth-level Qi-training monks will suffer big losses if they don't pay attention.
Over the years, the three of them have cooperated, relying on this trick to trap and kill countless powerful enemies, and countless experienced veterans have fallen to their tricks. Unexpectedly, today they found themselves in front of a man who looked to be no more than 20 or 30 years old.
The young man was overturned in a car. This is really weird!
"You talk too much!"
Zhou Yang looked at the two sand bandits who looked shocked, raised his hand, and directly raised his hand, two second-level spiritual talismans were thrown at the two of them.
Of course he would not tell others that because of his status as a reborn person, his natural spiritual consciousness was much stronger than that of monks of the same level. Therefore, although his mana level was at the same level as the two bandits at the eighth level of Qi training, in terms of spiritual consciousness,
Even the legendary ten-level Dzogchen cultivator may not be able to match him.
He once asked the elders in his family who were also at the eighth level of Qi cultivation, and learned that the ordinary eighth-level Qi cultivation cultivators only had a distance of seventy or eighty meters for their spiritual consciousness. Some people would have a few meters more, and some people would have a few meters less.
, but the error generally does not exceed ten meters.
But the distance of his spiritual consciousness now exceeds 150 meters!
This distance may be completely incomparable to the distance that monks in the foundation-building stage can spread their spiritual consciousness to, which can easily reach thousands of meters, but for ordinary monks in the Qi-training stage, this distance is already beyond their reach.
You know, even Zhou Xuanhao before the foundation was built, the distance of his spiritual consciousness could only barely exceed 100 meters!
The role of spiritual consciousness for immortal cultivators may not be as important as mana cultivation, but the benefits of powerful spiritual consciousness are also obvious.
With his powerful spiritual consciousness, Zhou Yang was able to detect many dangers that could not be detected by the naked eye faster and earlier than other immortal cultivators. The attack range of his magic weapon was also far beyond that of immortal cultivators of the same level.
Moreover, if the spiritual consciousness is strong, the immortal cultivator will be much more resistant to many confusing spells and supernatural powers than ordinary monks, and it will even be easier than ordinary monks to open the Purple Mansion and condense the golden elixir in the future.
In short, there are many benefits of having a strong spiritual consciousness. Zhou Yang was born with a strong spiritual consciousness. He didn't even tell his parents, so how could he casually reveal it to outsiders?
The elders in the family have warned these younger generations since they were young. If they want to live a long time in the world of immortality, they must leave more trump cards for themselves. The more trump cards you keep, the stronger you will be, and you will have a greater advantage in the battle with the enemy.
Chances of winning.
The reason why the trump card is a trump card is because no other person knows it except the immortal cultivator himself. A trump card that is known by others cannot be considered a real trump card!
The two bandits in front of them thought that he was young and easy to bully. They thought that they were both at the eighth level of Qi training and they had the advantage in numbers, so they were sure to win.
But they don't know who the young man they provoked today really is.
Zhou Yang doesn't have much else, but he has many spiritual talismans, many elixirs, and many magic weapons!
He had no choice but to have a good adoptive mother who was a second-level Talisman Maker, and a father who was an alchemist in the foundation-building stage, while he was also a second-level high-grade weapon refiner!
At this time, if he didn't take action, he would just take action. Once he did, all kinds of second-level talismans were thrown at the two bandits.
With his cultivation at the eighth level of Qi training, using a second-level high-grade spiritual talisman only consumes less than half of his mana, but the total number of various second-level high-grade spiritual talismans on his body exceeds twenty.
The market price of this second-level high-grade spiritual talisman is about 30 low-grade spiritual stones, and the price of defensive and some special types of spiritual talismans is slightly higher.
For ordinary casual cultivators in the late stage of Qi training, it would be good to always have one or two second-level high-grade spiritual talismans on their body. They are both used as trump cards for turning the tables. They are so precious, but they are not willing to throw them away like Zhou Yang did from the beginning.
When they saw several second-level high-grade spells with different attributes coming towards the two of them, the faces of the two bandits under their black scarves turned pale, and they didn't know that they had kicked an iron plate.
"Damn it, I didn't expect this kid to be the foundation-building seed of a certain family. I'm going to suffer a big loss this time!"
The two bandits screamed in their hearts that they were unlucky. They quickly took out the life-saving magic talismans to activate them, and tried their best to inject mana into the defensive magic weapons for defense.
For bandits like them who are engaged in robbery, their own cultivation strength is important, but their eyesight is sometimes more important.
A discerning bandit will never provoke enemies that seem more difficult to deal with. They would rather let their prey go than put themselves in danger.
Speaking of which, these two bandits have been engaged in robbery for some years, and their eyesight is actually not bad, otherwise they would not be alive today.
Before taking action, the three bandits had been secretly following Zhou Yang for half a day. After several investigations, they found that Zhou Yang was indeed alone, so they formulated the night attack plan.
It stands to reason that when there are three against one, even if Zhou Yang has a sophisticated magical weapon, he cannot stop their siege.
After all, they have been bandits for some years, and their magical weapons are not bad at all. Even the crimson flag banner in the hands of the black-robed monk is a second-level high-grade magical weapon.
But as the saying goes, if you often walk by the river, how can you avoid getting your shoes wet? Who hasn’t made a mistake yet?
The three of them had calculated and calculated, but they never expected that the prey they chose was actually the "foundation seed" of a cultivating family!
The so-called "foundation-building seeds" are family geniuses like Zhou Yang who have high hopes from their elders in their respective immortality-cultivating families. Strictly speaking, as long as they don't die young, they can take "foundation-building pills" in the future.
The foundation-building family monk.
These "foundation-building seed" monks will basically not leave the family's territory easily on weekdays. Even if they leave, they will usually go with the family elders, and they will definitely carry life-saving items given by the family elders.
Sand bandits who are engaged in robbery in the desert will usually stay away from this kind of young and old team when they see this kind of team. No one wants to attract crazy revenge from the foundation-building monks because of this business.
Zhou Yang was alone and his cultivation was only at the eighth level of qi training. Before he took action, the three bandits only thought he was an ordinary family monk who went out on his own to take risks and experience. How could they know his true identity.
It was also at this moment that he saw him making a bold move, taking out several second-level high-grade spiritual talismans. The two bandits who faced him directly discovered the fatal news belatedly.
After discovering the news, the two bandits immediately knew that today's deal would definitely not go through.
Therefore, after consuming the defensive talismans at the bottom of the box and using the defensive magic weapons to block Zhou Yang's attack, the black-robed monk holding a red flag flag suddenly waved the flag flag in his hand and released seven or eight head-sized red fireballs towards
Zhou Yang fought back and shouted: "Boy, the idea is pricking your hand, the wind is tight, pull it!"
Before he shouted, he took a picture of himself with a second-level low-grade spiritual talisman "Divine Walking Talisman" that was used to increase movement speed. Then he turned around and ran away.
"Brother, wait for me!"
When the bandit wielding the cone magic weapon saw this scene, his eyes turned green, and he quickly took a picture of the "magic walking talisman" and chased after him, fearing that he would not be able to leave if he took one step too late.
Zhou Yang, who was using the Yingang Shield magic weapon to resist the fireball bombardment, saw this, his face suddenly changed, and he shouted angrily: "I wasted so many spiritual talismans and you still want to run away? Just stay with me!"
As soon as he shouted, he raised his right hand and shot out a dark red flying needle about a foot long.
In the vast darkness, the toothpick-sized flying needles were not conspicuous at all. No one among the two desert bandits who were escaping expected that Zhou Yang actually had such a Yin magic weapon in his hand.
By the time their consciousness noticed the movement caused by the dark red flying needle breaking through the air, it was too late to make any response in the face of the flying needle weapon flying faster than the speed of sound.
"Ah! Brother, save me!"
With a flash of dark red light, the bandit wielding the cone weapon leaned forward and fell to the ground screaming in an instant.
Under the attack of a flying needle weapon with a grade as high as the second level and specialized in breaking shield-type spells, the layer of protective golden light on his body was no thicker than a piece of paper, and could not play any defensive role at all.
When the bandit who was escaping in front saw this scene, he immediately ran away faster. He even used a black shield and magic weapon to block behind him while escaping. Apparently, he had learned the lessons from his companions and was afraid that Zhou would be attacked.
Yang also gave himself an injection.
This is because he is overthinking it. Once a flying needle weapon like this loses its concealment and suddenness, it will be difficult for it to work again.
Moreover, it is not easy to refine the flying needle magic weapon. The body of the magic weapon is much more fragile than the flying sword magic weapon of the same level. If it is intercepted rashly, it will be easily damaged. Zhou Yang doesn't want to just kill a bandit.
Destroyed this magical instrument that was of great commemorative significance to me.
What's more, this is not the only trump card in his hand.
"It's worth your death for wasting my rare thunder talisman!"
He looked at the sand bandit who was about to escape from the range of his consciousness, a look of pain flashed on his face, and he gritted his teeth and activated a spiritual talisman in his hand that shone with a light blue electric light.
Boom!
Suddenly there was a burst of thunder in the dark night sky, and then with a flash of thunder, a blue lightning bolt as thick as an arm fell from the sky, crashing down on the sand bandit who had fled to the top of the sand slope.
Under this terrifying lightning strike, the sand bandit's defensive magic weapons and defensive spells all turned into a joke. He didn't even last a breath, and even the intuition of the person carrying the magic weapon was chopped into a pile of coke.