"This is an immortal weapon! A weapon passed down by an immortal from countless years ago! It really has great power! In order to capture this prodigy Murong Feng, the three Taoist sects actually did not hesitate to use the immortal weapon."
"What kind of fairy weapon? There are only a few dozen fairy weapons left in the Cangqiong Continent, and they are all controlled by the ten sects. However, even the Tribulation Immortal can only exert 40% of the power of the fairy weapon.
It would be good if the combined control of these dozen grand masters in the combined stage can produce 100% of the power of the immortal weapon."
"The Dao Sect is so powerful that we are not afraid of the immortal weapon being snatched away. This is Southern Wilderness, not Zhongzhou! There are countless great monsters hidden in our Southern Wilderness. I think this immortal weapon is 80% impossible to save."
Countless cultivators are talking about the immortal weapon, and everyone is extremely excited! Immortal weapon! What the immortals could do countless years ago.
"Wow! It's actually an immortal weapon, and it's really an immortal weapon. Although it's just a low-grade immortal weapon, it's not something I can deal with. I didn't expect that in my wise life, I would actually get hit.
I hate their tricks so much!" The big black dog bared its teeth and showed an extremely fierce look.
Murong Feng felt extremely pressured and couldn't move his whole body. The only way now was to escape into the small world. However, he was able to escape, but the others had no choice. They gave up their brothers and friends and escaped alone. Murong Feng was absolutely unstoppable.
Nothing can be done.
The wretched middle-aged Taoist priest said with great pride: "Murong Feng, let me see how you escape today. I will discuss the conditions with you and hand over the secret of the teleportation talisman and the method of controlling life force. I can make the decision to let you go."
Your friends, otherwise, I will let them die in front of you one by one."
Murong Feng frowned. It turns out that the three sects of this sect are not the same. This group of people is obviously a faction of Tianxin. He is the only one who knows that he possesses the power of life and the teleportation talisman. Since the other party has made conditions, he must
He came up with a way to delay, "The Taoist bastards want my uncle's secrets. Open the space and let my friends leave first. I can't believe what you old bastards say."
The wretched Taoist priest rolled his eyes a few times, laughed crazily and said: "Murong Feng, you are still a little immature when it comes to real people playing tricks. It is not impossible to open the space, but you have to destroy all the true energy in your body.
I'll just let them go, hehe! Otherwise, don't blame me for being ruthless, just start with this half-demon."
The golden mirror reflected a ray of golden light, with endless power, directly covering the old cow's body, and the evil spirit all over the old cow burst into flames, a "bang" sound was heard, and the old cow's body erupted into a cloud of blood mist,
The meridians in the body had been completely broken under the golden light, but Lao Niu tried his best to hold back.
"Haha! Isn't this half-demon's perseverance good? Little bastard Murong, this is a magic-suppressing mirror. It is the first step to restrain demons naturally. If you still don't follow my words, this will take three-quarters of an hour at most.
The little half-demon is about to turn into thick water, haha!" The wretched middle-aged Taoist priest smiled proudly.
Murong Feng's heart was bleeding. What he was most afraid of was that others would catch his friends and threaten him and destroy his true energy. This was not a big deal. But what he was most afraid of was that the Taoist sect would regret it. This matter is not that simple. The Taoist sect's miscellaneous
Mao always went back on his words when doing things. His eyes were red, as if he wanted to force a murderous look, but he could not move his whole body.
"I care about the three sects of your Taoist sect. If I don't die today, I will one day destroy your Taoist sect. If anything happens, come to me and touch my brother, the bastard of your Taoist sect." Murong Feng's eyes were red.
Let out a crazy roar.
"You still have the strength to curse people, yes! Yes, it seems that you need to increase your strength. Junior brothers, turn this half-demon into thick water for me, and then start with the big black dog and insult my Taoist ancestor. It's a crime.
No mercy, kill." The wretched middle-aged Taoist priest ordered again, with unlimited killing intent...
The magic-suppressing mirror emits a strong golden light. The golden light carries the power of the sun. It is collected and smelted by the fire of stars. Its power is comparable to that of heavenly fire. It has innate restraint against monsters. Although it is only a low-grade fairy weapon, but in
In terms of function, it is comparable to a mid-grade fairy weapon, which can melt demons and refine demons.
"Roar, stop, I agree to your terms." Murong Feng's true energy surged and roared, running at ten times the usual speed. He broke free from the shackles of the immortal weapon in an instant. His eyes contained endless killing intent, and he pulled out the weapon with his hands.
He picked up the long sword, and the purple light flowed from the purple sword. Murong Feng regarded it as a hidden weapon and smashed it out.
The purple sword was of unknown quality. The sword spirit had exhausted its power and fell into a deep sleep. However, Murong Feng contained endless anger and penetrated the sword with all his true energy and strength. The sword spirit sensed the crisis and jumped out of his deep sleep.
When he woke up, the sword flew out and turned into a purple shadow, hitting the wretched Taoist priest directly.
The purple sword seemed to have passed through layers of void, and the sword came out with a sharp purple light. With a "swish", the sword directly passed through the shoulder of the wretched Taoist priest, and the wretched Taoist priest's shoulder was broken, but the wretched Taoist priest was, after all,
The figure of the master in the integration stage dispersed, and his cyan armor protected the vital parts of his body.
A layer of misty light enveloped his body, and the broken shoulders stopped the blood. His eyes contained endless killing intent, and he shouted: "Kill, no matter who these people are, kill them all, they are all evildoers."
, naturally our ancestors will make the decision for us."
The magic-suppressing mirror controlled by more than a dozen grand masters in the integration stage was fully controlled. The magic-suppressing mirror was flying all over the sky. Thousands of golden rays of light were shed, completely enveloping Murong Feng and the others. Murong Feng turned around and used the rocket launcher on the mad lion.
Take it and embed ten pieces of the best fairy stones directly into it.
Although his whole body was seriously injured, he aimed directly at a person in the sky and launched it. Light as thick as the mouth of a bowl erupted directly. The surrounding space was violently agitated. The rocket launcher instantly turned into fragments, and the power in the white light penetrated instantly.
The chest of a great master of the combined term.
The big hole at the mouth of the bowl was clear and translucent, and the body of the great master suddenly fell down. Although he was not dead, he still had more air coming out and less air coming in. After all, the great master in the combined stage had no intention of taking action except the Mahayana stage and the Sanxian master.
If it escapes, it will be difficult to kill it, but today's situation is simply an accident, it is a trick.
The magic-suppressing mirror lacked control, and tens of thousands of golden lights suddenly erupted. The strong golden light directly knocked away more than a dozen masters in the integration stage. They didn't know whether they were alive or dead, but the magic-suppressing mirror turned into a golden light and shot towards the distance.
As he left, Murong Feng's purple sword followed him under the control of the sword spirit.