The magic gun thrown by Muxue is somewhat similar to Fengyue Laomo's magic weapon, the magic gun, but it is far different in terms of power and aura.
This gun is a natal magic weapon that Fengyue Laomo personally refined for Muxue. It is definitely much stronger than ordinary top-level ancient treasures.
When the old man with a pockmarked face saw the magic spear flying towards him with lightning speed and terrifying power, he couldn't help but look a little ugly and immediately threw out a white brocade handkerchief.
The white brocade handkerchief rose to hundreds of meters in width in the storm, and with lightning speed it firmly covered the incoming magic spear, preventing most of the impact.
"Hiss!"
However, the old man Mazi underestimated the power of Muxue's magic weapon, and the brocade handkerchief was torn apart by the tip of the magic spear. The magic spear wrapped in the brocade handkerchief threatened to break out of the brocade handkerchief.
Seeing his top ancient treasure "Sleep Yuan Pa" being torn apart by the magic gun, the pock-marked old man was frightened and hurt. He yelled at another black-faced old man: "Second brother, why are you still standing there?
Do it quickly!"
"I know, brother!"
The black-faced old man stared straight at Muxue's tall chest and beautiful white legs. He smiled obscenely and held out an ancient treasure in the shape of a fan.
"Golden silk fan, open!"
The black-faced old man let out a low drink and slowly opened the fan magic weapon.
"Boohoo!"
Suddenly, a large number of golden threads were like a giant net, covering Muxue's entire body.
Muxue's pretty face changed color. Before she could react, her whole body was tightly bound by dense golden threads, making her unable to move. Even the movement of her spiritual power was severely hindered.
The blood-colored magic gun that was originally about to pierce through Yuan Yuanpa lost its power after losing its spiritual power and was on the verge of collapse.
"Oops!"
Mu Xue secretly thought that something was wrong. She struggled hard, but she couldn't break free of these golden threads.
"Haha, my second brother did a great job." The pock-marked old man saw Muxue's frail appearance tied up, rubbed his hands excitedly, and flew towards Muxue like a wolf and a tiger.
"Brother, I'm too anxious to eat hot tofu. Let's kidnap this woman first."
The black-faced old man said this, and rushed over impatiently, preparing to touch a few hands first.
Seeing the two wretched old men swooping over, the rest of the Nascent Soul Stage monks on the battlefield were locked in an anxious battle, unable to free their hands to rescue them.
Muxue's pretty face turned pale, and her delicate body trembled slightly. She would rather die than be humiliated, and was just about to prepare her Nascent Soul to leave her body.
"Swish, swish, swish!"
Several extremely sharp golden sword lights suddenly flew from the distance, cutting off the golden silk threads tied to Muxue's body.
The golden fan in the hand of the black-faced old man kept roaring and cracked.
"No, my golden fan!" the black-faced old man yelled, showing an expression of great pain.
Muxue regained her mobility, beads of sweat oozed from her fair neck, and she felt a lingering fear in her heart. She didn't even have time to see who had saved her, so she just screamed out: "Little girl, thank you fellow Taoist for saving me!"
"Who? How dare you ruin my good deeds and destroy my ancient treasure!" The black-faced old man was furious.
"die!"
What responded to him was a lightning storm like a wave, hitting the black-faced old man at an almost eerie speed.
If you look closely, you will see that this red-gold lightning storm is actually formed by a large amount of sword light.
"Second brother, be careful!"
The pockmarked old man shouted loudly, but it was already too late.
"Boom!"
A sound of thunder sounded, and the black-faced old man was strangled to pieces by the lightning storm formed by the Jiuli Sword Formation, and his body collapsed and turned into a bloody mist.
Seeing that the black-faced old man was killed as soon as he met him, the pock-marked old man was so frightened that he lost his mind.
Muxue's eyes also widened, her pretty face full of shock. In the current battlefield, even the most powerful Xuanyuan Hong is not able to kill the early stage monks of Nascent Soul so easily, right?
The black-faced old man Nascent Soul flew out and fled out in fear.
The old man Mazi was about to escape, when a young man in a white robe suddenly appeared in front of him, summoned eighty-one sword lights, and struck directly at the old man Mazi.
"not good!"
The pock-marked old man took a breath of cold air, and immediately took out the damaged Yuan Yuan Pa, protecting it in front of himself, trying to resist the attacks of these strange sword lights.
Unfortunately, the idea is beautiful, but the reality is cruel.
"boom!"
Sleepy Yuan Pa didn't even hold on for half a second before it was crushed into powder by a large amount of sword light.
Immediately afterwards, eighty-one rays of sword light strangled the old man Mazi.
"ah!!!"
The pock-marked old man had no ability to resist, so he was strangled to pieces by the light of the sword.
After the young man in white killed two people instantly, he looked back at Muxue.
"It's you!" Muxue's delicate body trembled, shocked and angry.
Didn't Shen Lang disappear six years ago? Why did he suddenly appear? His cultivation level has broken through the middle stage of Nascent Soul!
Mu Xue could never forget some of the things this man did to her, and she always felt ashamed and annoyed when she recalled them.
Shen Lang saved the life of Feng Yue Lao Mo. Muxue's resentment towards him was not that strong, but she just couldn't forget it.
"Miss Muxue, Shen rescued you once today, and you and I owe nothing to each other." Shen Lang said lightly.
"Asshole, you saving me and molesting me are two different things. This girl will never admit it!" Mu Xuejiao shouted, her pretty face flushed, and she suddenly became excited.
Shen Lang was a little speechless, this woman was too arrogant. He did do some very excessive things to Muxue, but Shen Lang thought he had made up for it.
Maybe for Muxue, there are some things that Shen Lang can never make up for.
"Let's talk about it later. Shen will clear out these Donglin people first."
After saying that, Shen Lang rushed into the battle group and flew towards Jiang Hai first.
Jiang Haizheng used his magic weapon to fight with an old man from Donglin who had a scar on his face. The battle was fierce.
Although Jiang Hai's magical powers were not weaker than his opponent's, he was already over 930 years old, and his physical body and spiritual power were not as strong as his opponent's, making the battle one-sided.
Seeing that this senior brother's situation was not good, Shen Lang rushed over quickly, stretched out his right palm, and an ice crystal hill rotated at high speed in his palm.
"Bingpo Mountain, go!"
Shen Lang shouted low, threw the ice soul mountain in his hand towards the Donglin Nascent Soul early stage monk with a scar on his face, and fired a stream of spiritual power.
"Buzz!"
Bingpo Mountain suddenly expanded and turned into a thousand-meter-high ice crystal giant, radiating cold light.
"Ice...Bingpo Mountain!"
Seeing the giant ice crystal mountain approaching, the old man with the scar was so frightened that his scalp was numb. The Nascent Soul Stage monks from Donglin naturally knew the Bingpo Mountain, one of Donglin's three greatest treasures.
The scarred old man had no time to think about why Bingpo Mountain was in the hands of the Yunjian people. In panic, he sacrificed his magic weapon in an attempt to resist the collision of Bingpo Mountain.
However, this was of no use, and the huge ice mountain was not shaken at all.
Immediately afterwards, the old man Scar felt the terrifying power of Ice Soul Mountain at close range, and his body directly shattered into ice slag.
Shen Lang breathed a sigh of relief, cupped his fists and smiled at Jiang Hai who was not far away: "Senior Brother Jiang, long time no see."