Chapter 101 Vulnerable to Blow: Ghost Pattern Vertical Eyes
A palm glowing with golden light suddenly stretched out from the ground, easily tripping the huge ghost wolf that was just running forward to the ground.
There was a loud thud, and the barbarian leader's strong body was violently thrown several feet away under the huge inertia.
Although he was not injured as a result, his strong body smashed a shallow pit into the ground without any injuries.
However, boundless anger surged into his heart.
He roared angrily and slapped the ground with all his strength, and his figure immediately jumped up to a height of several feet.
Before the man landed in mid-air, the mace in his hand carried a violent aura and struck at the golden palm that suddenly appeared and made him so embarrassed.
A series of violent stick shadows were swung out by him, and instantly enveloped the area several feet away from where the golden palm was.
After several loud bangs, the ground exploded instantly, revealing a large pit more than two feet deep.
However, no enemies appeared inside.
"Come out, come out!"
The barbarian leader roared angrily, his eyes were as wide as copper bells, and he spurted two streams of white air from his nostrils. He turned around on the spot, constantly looking around, and hitting the ground with the mace in his hand from time to time. One note.
Seeing his violent appearance, the surrounding barbarian warriors did not dare to step forward, lest they be accidentally knocked to pieces by him with a stick!
Just after such a delay, the elite wolf cavalry who had formed an offensive suddenly lost their original momentum. Because without the clan leader's order, they did not know whether they should continue to charge towards the monks or gather around the clan leader and wait for orders. !
The barbarians were hesitant, but the monks were not like this.
Because they had already made a plan before the war and divided all the monks into several teams. In addition to Chen Shi and the weapon refining disciples from Lava Valley, disciples No. 100 from Lingxiu Peak were also Shen Xu, Zhao Huaichun and others. Under the leadership of the monks, they were divided into several teams, each launching attacks in different directions.
However, they are not too far apart from each other. If necessary, they can put each other's enemies within the range of their own spell attacks.
At this moment, seeing the elite barbarian wolf cavalry stalled because of the clan leader's madness, these monks' eyes suddenly lit up, and with mutual cooperation, they quickly rushed away from the many ghosts blocking the front, and then used various means to kill the barbarian wolf cavalry.
All of a sudden, various spells and magic weapons were flying in the sky, mixed with a large number of talismans, Yin thunder beads and other one-time consumable treasures, killing many of these elite barbarians in a matter of seconds.
Although there were some strong barbarians waving weapons to block them, the powerful ones also raised a cold defensive shield outside themselves to resist the monks' spell attacks.
But there are only a few who possess such strength. The vast majority of barbarians do not have many means of defense except for the ghosts they raise.
Moreover, because the battle broke out so suddenly, many people did not have weapons at their disposal. As for their method of throwing spears from a distance, the spears had been removed from the ghost wolves' backs because the ghost wolves needed to rest at night.
So in the end, only a few sparse spears were thrown at them, but before they even got close, they were cut into several pieces by flying swords.
The barbarian leader also woke up at this time and knew that he had to disperse the monks in front, otherwise his tribe would be defeated today.
But just when he shouted to summon his mount Ghost Wolf and prepared to continue leading the charge, he heard a whimpering cry from the Ghost Wolf's mouth.
Turning his head to look, he found that his mount was being grabbed by the neck by a golden hand protruding from the ground.
Then there was a click, and the ghost wolf's neck was crushed by the big hand, causing it to fall to the ground softly.
Seeing this golden arm again, especially the horse that was crushed to death by the opponent, the barbarian leader couldn't suppress the anger in his heart, and roared and smashed it with a stick.
As a result, this blow did not even touch the body of the ghost wolf, not to mention the golden corpse, and was directly smashed into the air.
But it was Cao Xiu who discovered that the Ghost Wolf Clan Leader’s mount was not only huge in size, but also had the cultivation level of the Mortal Realm. The fur and claws on its body were all things that could be exchanged for cultivation resources. It was really smashed by the opponent’s stick just like that.
It was a pity, so it was included in the treasure map cave.
No matter how small a mosquito is, it is still meat. Cao Xiu, who has a huge demand for spiritual stones, will not waste resources like this.
However, it can also be seen from this that the power of the golden corpse is that the demonic beasts in the Mortal Realm have little resistance in front of him, otherwise they would never have left such a complete corpse of the demonic beast.
Then Cao Xiu controlled the golden corpse incarnation, revealing a little aura from time to time, leading the barbarian leader to chase him.
Whenever the barbarian leader was about to give up, Cao Xiu would control the golden corpse to cast some small spells to attack the opponent, causing the barbarian leader to roar in anger.
When they were completely separated from the wolf riders, Cao Xiu stopped teasing.
However, he did not let the golden corpse transform to kill the opponent. Instead, he drilled the body out of the ground and planned to take action himself.
This is not because Cao Xiu is confident that he will jump to the next level and think that he can defeat the magical realm on his own.
But after the entanglement just now, he completely understood the situation of the barbarian leader.
He discovered that this guy had power comparable to that of a magical monk, but he didn’t have any magical powers!
It's like a reckless man with no brute strength will only chase him with a stick and hit him randomly, but in fact this hardly poses much of a threat to him.
Cao Xiu's mind raced and he soon understood the reason.
These barbarians have become accustomed to making sacrifices to ghosts and gods, and then waiting for feedback from ghosts and gods to imbue them with ways to become stronger.
As a result, although their power was rapidly improved, because they did not practice step by step, they did not have corresponding cultivation insights, and even the control of these powers was very rough, so naturally no one was born.
Supernatural power!
Since he doesn't have magical powers, how can Cao Xiu be afraid of him?
Even looking at the opponent's incompetent and furious look of wielding a mace, saying that he is a demonic monk with magical powers would probably be an insult to the demonic monk.
Because even a casual cultivator without a complete inheritance can defeat any Daluo Sect disciple present as long as he masters a few special spells without worrying about the consumption of true energy.
But alas, he is not.
Therefore, Cao Xiu showed up confidently and boldly, preparing to use this barbarian leader who had no strength but no realm as his target for training.
Whoosh!
Thousand Illusory Spiritual Swords flew out, slashing at the opponent with more than a hundred sword lights.
Then, Cao Xiu was shocked to find that the opponent waved the mace and perfectly avoided the flying sword itself. While breaking most of the illusory sword light, he was pierced through the chest by the flying sword!
"well!"
Cao Xiu sighed.
Why was this battle so unfulfilling?
Does a being with such powerful strength not even have the ability to discern illusions?
Just when Cao Xiu was helplessly wondering whether he should take back the Thousand Fantasy Flying Sword and use his physical strength to fight the opponent for a few times, he suddenly saw the barbarian leader calm down.
He reached out and dipped his chest in the blood and smeared it on his body and face.
Cao Xiu looked at it carefully and found that it was not daubed randomly, but several strange runes were drawn with blood.
Just when he was confused, the twelve ghosts who were casting spells in the distance to block the monk's attack suddenly felt the call and quickly flew back to the barbarian leader.
One of the fierce ghosts landed on his face and turned into a vicious tattoo, which not only spread all over his face, but also revealed a vertical eye with a ghost pattern between his eyebrows!
The vertical eyes twisted and struggled, then opened quickly, shooting out a scarlet light!