Chapter 127: Integration of Infant Instruments into One
Baby device in one
"Infant weapon combined into one, wow! Why does this armor look so familiar to me? I think of it, this is the armor of the ancient war demon emperor! No, wasn't it already broken back then? Could it be a counterfeit?
Yes, it actually has one thousandth of the original power. The three sects of Taoism are indeed profound. The armor of the War Demon Emperor is not worthy of you guys. Murong boy, take off his armor for me. This is simply
You are insulting the War Demon Emperor." The big black dog was no longer narcissistic, but turned into endless anger, and his eyes seemed to be bursting with flames.
"Shut up, you damn bitch. I have no business interrupting you. This is a personal grudge between Yunxiang and I. Yunxiang tried to let you escape three times. How dare you not spare your life?"
Appear in front of me, damn!" Murong Feng's eyes were filled with endless disdain, but the fighting spirit in his whole body was already bursting out.
Yunxiang's Nascent Soul and armor merged into one, and he could no longer be called a human being. No matter in terms of realm or strength, there was no possibility of breakthrough. He even lost the title of the number one genius of Yuqing Taoist Sect. One year later, he was ranked among the mainland's youth.
He couldn't participate in the battle. He could still practice Sanxian.
However, Yunxiang still chose to merge with the armor in order to kill Murongfeng and completely eliminate him. Moreover, Yunxiang's inner demon has been born, and he has lost the qualification to be the top figure in the mainland.
"Murong Feng, you are looking for death. Junior brothers, please kill."
"Yes, senior brother."
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Dozens of spiritual weapons are shining with splendor, and endless power permeates every inch of space within a ten-mile radius. Each of the disciples of the Yuqing Taoist Sect has endless killing intent in their expressions, and the reputation of their Taoist sect is higher than their own lives.
, especially a representative teleportation array of the Taoist sect was destroyed in Murong Feng's hands. As a Taoist sect disciple, how can I not be angry?
The vitality of heaven and earth was completely cut off. Murong Feng could not feel any vitality. The Taoist sect naturally had a way to block the space. The array of spiritual weapons had been activated. Various spiritual weapons were accompanied by the souls of spiritual beasts. All of them appeared.
All the animal instinct attacks were released immediately, and they actually exerted 100% of their abilities.
The Yuqing Taoist Sect has spent a lot of money on Murong Feng. There are dozens of top-quality spiritual weapons. Ordinary cultivators cannot get one in their lifetime, but they are all placed in the hands of Nascent Soul cultivators, and all of them are used to great effect.
The ability to succeed can be imagined.
The first wave of attacks from the spiritual weapon made Murong Feng and Lao Niu so exhausted that they did not even have the ability to resist. If it were not for the mystery of Murong Feng's Cangqiong Thunder Step, it would have been impossible to dodge. However, Lao Niu was attacked by the spiritual weapon.
Thanks to his magical power of seventy-two transformations, which kept changing, he was able to escape.
"Boss, no! They are all top-grade spiritual weapons! And they can actually transform. If this continues, they will drag us to death without even using their hands!" Lao Niu came to Murong Feng's side and replied breathlessly.
Murong Feng performed thunder steps more than ten times in a row, which consumed a lot of his real energy. He took out the broken sword in the ring, pointed the long sword at Yun Xiang in the formation and shouted: "Yun Xiang, haven't you always wanted to kill me?
?But if you dare to fight with me, is it possible that your Taoist sect can only defeat the few with more?"
Yun Xiang's distorted face said with a sense of joy: "Haha! Murong Feng, are you afraid? I feel your fear. Today, I will win with more than less. So what if you want to fight with me?
If I don't satisfy your grudges, I will let you break into pieces in this great formation, so that I can relieve the hatred in my heart."
The spiritual weapon changed again, instantly turning into dozens of spiritual beasts. Various birds and animals exuded the powerful aura of high-level spiritual beasts, but at the same time, there was a half-moon mark between the eyebrows of these spiritual beasts.
The force shook the space, but at the same time, the resentment also spread out invisibly.
Murong Feng's body quickly arrived at Feng Ruolan's side and said: "Feng girl, you are the king of spiritual beasts. When I attack Yunxiang later, you can transform into my true body and use your Phoenix clan's king to
Use your energy to suppress these spiritual beasts, don't let them attack, and buy me time no matter what, otherwise we will all die today."
"Rogue, I understand." There was a solemn look on Feng Ruolan's expression. It was obvious that this was a matter of life and death, and she was not allowed to get involved. Murong Feng showed a mysterious smile and turned around.
After rushing out, Feng Ruolan's face actually showed a bit of worry, and she said in a low voice: "Rogue, be careful..."
"Haha! Girl Lan, I haven't met my future father-in-law and mother-in-law yet. How can I be willing to die? If someone like Yunxiang doesn't rely on this weird formation, how can he do anything to me?" Murong Fengsheng said.
Like a loud bell, the passionate voice fills the sky.
"You bastard, you rogue, you piss me off so much. You take advantage of me every chance you get..." Feng Ruolan's voice was filled with endless shame, and her long legs in red combat boots couldn't help but stretch in the air.
A few times.
"Yunxiang, a bastard like you, do you dare to come out and fight with me? The most dignified genius of the Yuqing Taoist Sect can only hide behind others to feed himself? If you were still a fucking man, you would have given me
Uncle, get out of here, otherwise go home and drink your mother's milk!" Murong Feng started the classic Chinese national curse again, like a bandit fighting against a long sword, arrogant and domineering, arrogant and arrogant.
"Murong, you are seeking death. You have insulted me like this. Only your blood can wash away it." Yun Xiang's already distorted face looked even more terrifying, and all the anger in his body had rushed to his forehead. He had lost his Taoist conscience, and the inner demons took advantage of it.
Entering, not far from death, all calmness no longer exists.
Yun Xiang's body made bursts of sound piercing the air, like a bull in heat, and rushed straight towards Murong Feng. Holding the seal in both hands, a cyan flying sword appeared, with a powerful force as soon as it appeared.
The spiritual power fluctuated, and the overbearing pressure immediately dispersed, tightly suppressing Murong Feng.
Murong Feng was suppressed by this magic weapon, and his aura became extremely chaotic. His body seemed to be filled with ten thousand times of gravity. He felt extremely painful even when he moved. "This is definitely not a magic weapon. It's so messed up. No wonder it was like that back then."
In one battle, I, the Chinese martial arts cultivator, almost lost my inheritance. How can ordinary martial arts cultivators resist such a powerful magic weapon?"