Kong Xiangruo felt something, and when the spiritual energy bomb came, he quickly formed a seal with his hands and faced the spiritual energy bomb.
The two collided, causing the white mist in front of him to stir.
But at this moment, a fiery red spiritual spear silently struck from behind, approaching Kong Xiang.
When Kong Xiang noticed it, the flaming red spirit spear had already forced itself within three feet of his body.
Originally, he was protected by divine consciousness within three feet of his body, and other spiritual weapons could not get close to him.
But it happened that his opponent was also someone who had worked hard on his spiritual consciousness, and his spiritual consciousness was infinitely stronger than his.
After the fiery red spirit spear entered three feet around his body, it was like entering a deserted place, and it was about to stab his back.
When there was no need to delay, Kong Xiang pounced forward, and the fiery red spirit spear flew past his body.
Before he could even take a breath, he saw the spiritual spear flip back and stab him again, three minutes faster than before.
A solemn look flashed in Kong Xiang's eyes, and he rolled on the spot to avoid the attack. Then he stood up like a carp and stared at the direction where the fiery red spirit gun disappeared, preparing for the next attack.
However, what he was waiting for was a figure slowly appearing in the confessional fog.
"The fog is about to lift."
Xu Chunniang spoke softly, her eyes scanning Kong Xiang and the two giant eagles beside him.
This battle must be over.
Kong Xiang felt a strong sense of vigilance in his heart, and just when he was about to strengthen his defense, he heard two mournful cries.
Immediately, the two golden giant eagles he transformed with his spiritual power collapsed together, turning into spiritual energy and dissipating in the heaven and earth.
Kong Xiang's pupils shrank suddenly, this was...a spiritual attack!
He felt a sense of powerlessness in his heart. The other party's spiritual consciousness was far superior to his, and he was more proficient in spiritual attacks.
And he was in this strange white mist, his consciousness and sight were blocked, and he was passive everywhere.
Kong Xiang secretly sighed in his heart, fearing that the situation of the battle would be under the opponent's control from the very beginning.
He still has many methods that he has not yet used, but even if he uses all the methods at once, he may not be able to withstand such a powerful spiritual attack.
Just when Kong Xiang had this thought, a sharp sword-like consciousness broke through the shield around him like a broken bamboo, sealing off his vital points.
Kong Xiang smiled bitterly, he did not lose this battle unjustly.
He has been cultivating his spiritual consciousness since he was a child, and he had previously determined that no one of the same level of monks could beat him in terms of spiritual consciousness.
But right now we know that there are mountains outside the mountains, and there are people outside the people.
He is still far from being invincible at the same level.
The white mist gradually dissipated, and the disciples looked inside intently, only to see Kong Xiang clasping his hands together, saying a Buddha's name, and walking down from the ring.
They were puzzled, "What's going on? Kong Xiang actually lost? I shouldn't be hallucinating, right? So what happened when the white mist covered it?"
"Why did Kong Xiang lose to a little-known Xiaoyao Sect disciple? Or is it that he has reached the end of his strength after experiencing several battles?"
"It's really unbelievable. But this is a grand competition among the five sects, and the golden elixir elders of each sect are watching. There is absolutely no inside story. Maybe Xu Chunniang used some spiritual weapon, which happened to be able to restrain Kongxiang."
Golden elixir monks from various sects also did not expect such a result.
The white mist had the ability to block sight, so they had no way of knowing what was happening in it without detecting their consciousness.
Even the two Jindan elders of Xiaoyao Sect didn't know how Xu Chunniang won the competition.
"The white mist before seemed to be a water mist barrier?"
Elder Wu thought for a moment and finally recalled what the white mist was.
"To use the water mist barrier, you must ensure that the caster's consciousness far exceeds that of other people in order for it to be effective."
A look of surprise appeared on Yue Lingzheng's face, "This means that Xu Chunniang's consciousness is just as strong as that of that Buddhist disciple."
Elder Wu smiled slightly, "I don't think this is surprising. Have you forgotten who her master is?"
Yue Lingzheng's eyes flashed with surprise, Xu Chunniang's master was Qianji Peak Yue Yanru.
Qianji Peak specializes in formations, and more or less, they all practice the art of spiritual consciousness.
From this point of view, it is not surprising that Xu Chunniang's spiritual consciousness is far superior to that of monks of the same level.
After a brief silence, a Miaodan Sect disciple emerged from the crowd and walked towards the ring.
After seeing the disciple's appearance clearly, several comments rang out from the audience.
"The Miaodan Sect actually sent Zhang Ding. It is said that he is the most powerful disciple among this generation."
"The Miaodan Sect has never won many times before. Now it sends Zhang Ding, the strongest one, obviously thinking that Xu Chunniang's previous victory over Kong Xiang was due to luck."
"If Zhang Ding goes to fight, then Xu Chunniang is afraid of losing. Kong Xiang has won five games in a row before. He must be almost lacking in spiritual energy, so she took advantage."
Zhang Ding walked onto the stage and bowed to the female cultivator opposite.
"Zhang Ding of the Miaodan Sect is here to challenge me. Please give me some advice from fellow Taoist Xu."
Although he also felt that the person opposite him was just taking advantage of Kong Xiang, but he would still go all out in this battle.
As soon as the competition was announced, Zhang Ding took action first.
A ball of pale yellow flame the size of a fist sprang out from his palm and flew towards Xu Chunniang.
The light yellow flame is not fast, but the temperature is extremely high. As soon as it is born, it brings a strong burning sensation.
If it is burned by its flames, even black iron can melt into molten iron, let alone the body of a mere foundation-building monk.
Looking at the oncoming light yellow flames, Xu Chunniang showed a hint of interest in her eyes. She wondered whether this fire could be used to practice the Five Elements Body Building Technique.
Practicing the Five Elements Body Building Technique requires the Five Elements Jedi. The temperature of this flame is extremely high, so it seems to meet the requirements.
It's a pity that there is only such a small group, and the quantity is too small after all.
While she was thinking lightly in her heart, she moved back.
But at this moment, under Zhang Ding's control, the flame split into two parts, and then split into four parts again.
After splitting, while the temperature of the flame dropped, the speed also increased several times.
They quickly caught up with Xu Chunniang and sealed the area around Xu Chunniang from all four directions.
Zhang Ding spoke calmly while controlling the pale yellow flame.
"Fellow Daoist Xu, in order to avoid being burned by my elixir fire, you should admit defeat as soon as possible! Otherwise, the elixir fire has no eyes and it will be unsightly to burn fellow Taoist."
"Is it?"
Xu Chunniang suddenly rose into the sky with her sword and left the circle surrounded by Danhuo.
Zhang Ding's eyes flashed, and Xu Chunniang's figure disappeared from the spot.
The speed of this sword is so fast!
If it weren't for the flying sword still under her feet, he would have almost suspected that she was using the air control technique that only the Jindan elders could master.
But no matter how fast the sword is, the range of this arena is fixed, can she still escape?
Zhang Ding suppressed the shock in his heart and calmed down.
Gritting his teeth, he once again produced three fist-sized balls of light yellow pill fire.