"Pang Tong, you should have a fragmentary map about the ten thousand-year wood spirit with you." The middle-aged cultivator next to Mu Hao glanced at Pang Tong arrogantly and continued: "Our young master Mu also happens to have two copies of the map. You should immediately hand over the fragment of the scroll in your hand to Mr. Mu. Maybe there will be a life left today. If not, hmph, your soul will be wiped out."
"Don't be so cruel. It makes me, Mu Hao, like to bully the weak." Mu Hao glared at the middle-aged cultivator. Then he said lightly: "Keep the women. Kill the rest."
When Fang Chen heard this, his eyes suddenly narrowed. What a domineering Mu Hao.
"Boss, take fellow Taoist Rong and leave first. I'll stop them." Pang Tong shouted. Although he knew that Fang Chen was very strong, the other party had seven peak powerhouses at the prehistoric level. And as Mu Hao's follower Each of them possesses at least one peak spiritual weapon. Therefore, no matter how strong Fang Chen is, he cannot resist.
Fang Chen glanced at Pang Tongyi to make sure that what he said was indeed sincere. Then he smiled and said: "These guys are not in my eyes yet. What I care about is whether they have two fragments of the scroll on them."
Forehead.
As soon as these words came out, not only Pang Tong was stunned, but Mu Hao, who was about to take action, was also stunned.
Mu Hao glanced at Fang Chen strangely. He couldn't help but said: "Fellow Taoist, are you sure your head is on your neck? You actually want to take advantage of this young master. This is the most ridiculous thing I have heard so far. if."
"Haha." The seven peak experts behind Mu Hao burst out laughing. What a joke. Whenever other cultivators hear Mu Hao's name, they will be frightened without exception. They wish they could grow wings on their shoulders and escape faster. The speed. And this guy actually wants to hit the map in Mu Hao's hand. It's really ridiculous.
"Are you kidding? You will know in a moment." Fang Chen smiled faintly. He was worried about not being able to find the fragmented map, so someone immediately brought two of them to him. It seems that his fortune has been very good recently. When you are thirsty, someone will bring you water in person.
Mu Hao looked at Fang Chen with great interest. He laughed and said: "Haha. I want to see today how you snatched these two fragments of scrolls from my hand." With that, he took the two scrolls from his body. He took out the fragment of the scroll.
Fang Chen squinted his eyes. Sure enough, it was the fragment of a ten thousand-year-old wood spirit. The waves on it were the same.
"Let's do it." Fang Chen said calmly. At the same time, he glanced at Pang Tong: "You take good care of fellow Taoist Rong. Leave the rest to me."
Pang Tong nodded. He knew his own strength. Even if he went up, he would be nothing more than a burden.
Fang Chen flipped his palm, and the Phantom Drum appeared in his palm. He threw it towards the sky. The delicate small drum suddenly exploded in the wind. Then Fang Chen's big hand condensed a huge handprint and slapped it on the drum surface.
Boom.
The dull sound shook the surrounding air with a bursting sound. This is the Phantom Drum's strongest attack. When it is used, it will not only send out soul vibrations, but also squeeze the air around the opponent. Press. Then attack the opponent in waves.
"The pinnacle spiritual weapon of spiritual attack." Mu Hao glanced at the phantom drum in surprise. He did not expect that a mere high-level cultivator of the prehistoric level would possess such a good magic weapon. "I said you are so conceited. "Da. It turns out there is such a magic weapon. Humph. But if you think that such a magic weapon can stop my men, then you are destined to make a miscalculation." Mu Hao stood there without any intention of taking action.
As soon as he finished speaking, six of the cultivators behind him took a step forward and patted their waists with one hand. A cyan flying sword suddenly floated in front of their eyes. And their flying swords were exactly the same. The waves emitted from them were also the same. Peak spiritual weapon.
"Boss, you have to be careful. This is the Liuhe Flying Sword. Together, it is no less than a low-level Taoist weapon." Pang Tong's voice of reminder has not yet fallen. The flying swords of the six cultivators instantly combined to form a Circular outline. Continuous rotation.
Fang Chen's eyes suddenly became solemn. He actually felt a trace of suppression of world power from the six rotating flying swords. No wonder Pang Tong said that the Liuhe Flying Sword was no less than a low-level Taoist weapon. It seemed that among their flying swords There must be another mystery.
"Master, the material of this flying sword is made of special star wood. And the star wood contains the world power. Therefore, the six flying swords will emit world power when they are combined together. This is actually a kind of condensed power. Formation. As long as you destroy one of them, you can disrupt their formation." Ming said calmly.
The boundary force generated by the rotation of the circular flying sword immediately caused the attack of the Zhenlong Wave to dissipate, and it crushed Fang Chen at an extremely fast speed.
Without even thinking about it, Fang Chen shored up his own defense and directly took back the snare drum and replaced it with the Yingui flag.
Woo hoo.
Suddenly, the sound of howling ghosts and wolves filled the surroundings. Black gas continued to surge.
"Go." Fang Chen fired a spell with one hand. The surging black air rolled towards the six flying swords that were constantly spinning in the sky.
"Magic weapon of magic." Mu Hao was startled when he saw the ghost flag. Then he glanced at Fang Chen: "I didn't expect you actually have this thing. It seems that I really underestimated you." Magic weapon at the pinnacle of magic. It's Mu Hao. There isn't one. Because this thing comes from the Demon Realm. The Demon Realm has been a forbidden area for cultivators since ancient times. Let alone a peak-level magic weapon. It's just an ordinary magic weapon. It's not easy to get. .
When the six cultivators saw the black energy coming toward their flying swords, their expressions couldn't help but change. They had also heard about the tyranny of the magic weapon. Then they sprayed a mouthful of blood into the flying swords again. They saw the flying swords speeding up again. As it started to rotate, the boundary force generated was even more intense than before, gradually forcing back the incoming black energy.
Seeing this, Fang Chen's heart sank. After all, the world power belongs to the energy that can only be stimulated by Taoist weapons. It cannot be resisted by his black energy. If it is allowed to continue, Yingui Banner may not be able to resist it in the end.
"Should we use a one-word motto?" Fang Chen shook his head as soon as the thought came up. The one-word motto was his last trump card, and he had used it many times. Although every time he almost turned the tide, he was not like Use it as soon as he encounters danger. This will be extremely detrimental to his battle.
"Besides this, what other means do I have?" Fang Chen thought. There are many spiritual weapons in the ring, but they are of no use against the forces of the upper world.
While thinking, the six flying swords flying in the sky were gradually approaching Fang Chen. They were about to hit him the next moment.