On the other side, Fang He, who was chasing him, suddenly turned pale and spit out a large mouthful of blood.
Looking at his clay treasure figurine again, the treasure light has weakened a bit, and now there is a crack on it, and pure spiritual energy is escaping, and it is trembling continuously.
After seeing this scene clearly, Fang He's face turned even paler.
Being able to completely destroy the fractals of the figurines in a short period of time can already explain many problems.
Obviously, the opponent is not an easy person.
At the same time, he also possesses spiritual treasures.
Thinking of this, Fang He turned around without thinking and prepared to leave this place.
Unexpectedly, a large watermelon thunder ball suddenly appeared in front of it. With the roar of thunder, it expanded and opened a hole, and a young man with black clothes and black hair flew out from it.
"Your Excellency looks very handsome, but you never thought he was a villain sneaking up from behind!" Lu Zhong said coldly.
"Fellow Daoist, I was joking. Fang was just passing by here and didn't know what happened." Fang He knew that his strength had been greatly reduced due to the injury to the Lingbao, and he was unwilling to fight against the powerful enemy in front of him.
So he pretended not to know, hoping to avoid this battle.
He had always been very confident in the ability of the clay figurines, and did not think that the young man opposite could find traces of them and expose what he had done.
"Humph! It seems that you are going to deny it." Lu Zhong snorted coldly.
It can be said that the clay figure placed by the person opposite left almost no trace. If other monks holding divine soul treasures were to come, they would definitely be deceived by him.
But he has gray fog space and can retrace scenes.
Naturally, I saw the scene in front of me of the man vomiting blood just now. The time was exactly the same as when he killed the clay figure.
With such continuous contact, the mastermind behind the scenes immediately came to light.
After hearing this, Fang He's expression did not change, and he still looked innocent.
But at the same time, a figure of about ten feet flashed in the void behind Lu Zhong. It was Fang He's spiritual treasure. A big mud-like hand emerged, silently, and struck directly towards the vital part of the target's dantian.
The whole process was done without anyone noticing.
At this moment, Lu Zhong was still looking at Fang He with a sneer.
Since he was sure that the person in front of him was a sneak attacker, how could he not be on guard against this person? But he had already used scene retrieval to catch his every move. Now he was pretending not to notice, just to wait for his opponent to succeed in the sneak attack.
The moment his mind relaxed, he killed him with one blow.
But seeing the clay treasure figurine getting closer, it suddenly accelerated suddenly.
There was a muffled sound of "bang", and Fang He's sure-fire blow was blocked by a layer of light curtain. Without any success, the source of it was a small silver mirror.
As soon as the stars flickered, thousands of mirror lights were emitted, covering the treasure figurines.
Under the aura of mixed silver and gray, the clay treasure figurines were banged and banged.
"Fell into a trap!"
Fang He's expression changed drastically, and he couldn't guess what happened. It was clear that Lu Zhong saw through his plan, and he used his plan to sneak attack on him.
However, he sensed that his soul spirit treasure was rapidly declining under the crazy bombardment of the mirror light.
It was a fundamental matter, so he hurriedly recalled Lingbao.
But how could Lu Zhong do what he wanted?
Immediately, he took out the lightning rod and blue water fan and rushed forward.
Seeing Lu Zhong rushing towards him, Fang He didn't dare to be distracted. After all, in a fight between monks in the Void Refining Stage, if they didn't go all out, the winner might even be decided in a few breaths.
So he grabbed his hands in the air, and suddenly there was a purple iron ruler in each hand.
With a slight shake, the Iron Ruler suddenly filled the air with a circle of purple light, and a giant scorpion appeared faintly, ferocious and fierce. Then it flashed and disappeared into the Iron Ruler's body. However, the Iron Ruler's purple light was even more intense.
"Purple Scorpion Ruler! Fellow Taoist Fang's famous spiritual treasure, let me come and learn from you today!" When Lu Zhong saw the pair of iron rulers, he did not feel any timidity in his heart, but was eager to try it.
He immediately activated the lightning rod, and the sky was instantly dyed with purple intent.
Thousands of thunder and lightning spread out, and then condensed with the lightning rod as the center, turning into a hundred-foot thunder sword.
The thunder sword flashed and slashed towards Fang He.
Fang He did not dare to neglect, he opened his mouth and spat out a stream of five-color rays of light. As soon as he activated it, the rays of light immediately split into two, and each of them was submerged into the pair of purple scorpion rulers.
Suddenly, a pair of iron rulers were filled with glowing light, looking quite extraordinary.
After doing this, he raised the iron ruler in his hand.
The timing was perfect, just in time for the thunder sword to strike.
There was only a loud "bang", and a sea of thunder suddenly exploded in the sky. But after all the thunder and lightning dissipated, Fang He appeared unscathed.
Lu Zhong had already expected this.
The Purple Scorpion Ruler, as Fang He's famous spiritual treasure, he had some doubts about its strength at first, but when he saw the Purple Scorpion Ruler today, he realized that it was indeed well-deserved.
"However, my Bishui Fan is not vegetarian either."
Lu Zhong sneered in his heart, powerful spiritual thoughts inspired the vitality of heaven and earth, and instilled it into the blue water fan. At the same time, he also distributed a large amount of divine energy to further enhance the power of the spiritual treasure.
In an instant, a ray of green light splashed out.
Just after advancing more than ten feet, the green light suddenly dispersed, and the roar turned into a wave, carrying an astonishing power and slapping towards the Fang River.
The latter was shocked. He didn't expect Lu Zhong to have such a treasure. He hurriedly pushed the Purple Scorpion Ruler to the limit and finally eliminated the wave.
But Lu Zhong then waved his fan again and shot out several green lights again. They quickly merged together and immediately turned into a tsunami. This time, he obviously failed to achieve his goal, so he vowed not to give up!
After going back and forth like this several times, Fang He felt that it was too much.
Yuan Shen felt tired, and the worse was yet to come. Affected by the fierce battle, the injuries that had been suppressed with great difficulty before suddenly broke out at the same time.
Years of fighting told him intuitively that if he didn't try to change the situation, he would probably suffer this time.
Fang He's thoughts changed rapidly, his expression changed several times, and he took out a dark red talisman from the storage ring. The surface was covered with mysterious lines and exuded a very rich black aura. No matter how you looked at it, it was an incredible thing.
"The Ghost Car Killing Talisman! This talisman is rare, but now is the critical moment."
He gritted his teeth and took out the red talisman in his hand.
Almost immediately, a whirlpool emerged behind Fang He, and a fierce aura followed. Along with bursts of chirping, several giant bird heads with messy feathers suddenly emerged from the whirlpool.
But once they passed through the whirlpool, these bird heads became illusory.
Seeing this situation, Lu Zhong, no matter what the red talisman summoned, activated the lightning rod, and immediately there was a burst of vertical strikes.
Thunder pours like a waterfall!
With the roar of thunder, the thunder sword struck the bird's head.
An unexpected scene appeared. At this moment, the bird's head pecked the wood, and actually bit the thunder sword in one bite. No matter how hard the lightning rod struggled, no matter how the thunder and lightning rolled in its mouth, it would not let go at all.
At this time, Lu Zhong also recognized the source of the bird head.
