A dazzling golden broad sword appeared in his hand, and the silhouette of a four-armed Bodhisattva vaguely appeared on the sword, looking solemn and solemn.
It is the fifth-grade flying sword shot from the sword peacock light group, the Peacock Mingwang Sword.
According to legend, it is made from the feathers of peacocks under the command of King Peacock, the Buddha in the Buddhist world. It has a strong restraint effect on such yin thunder.
"Fifth-grade flying sword! You, a spiritual planter, actually have such a treasure!!!"
The white-haired old woman was so jealous that she almost went crazy. She didn't expect that Lu Xuan, the most inconspicuous among the five, would actually have such a rare treasure hidden in his body.
There was half fear and half fire in her eyes. She was afraid of the power and terror of the fifth-grade flying sword, but she also wanted to snatch it from Lu Xuan.
Soon, desire defeated reason.
If a fifth-grade flying sword appeared in the hands of a pill-forming monk, or even a monk who had completed the foundation-building process, she would immediately turn around and leave without any hesitation.
But it was different in Lu Xuan's hands. A late-stage foundation-building monk possessing such a treasure was like a child holding gold and showing off in the market. Why wouldn't she be tempted?
The white-haired old woman thought that it would be much more difficult to defeat Lu Xuan, but compared to the fifth-grade flying sword and the ivy spirit liquid, the risk was still worth it.
A trace of determination flashed in her eyes, and she took out a dark yellow stone jar from her storage bag, bit the tip of her tongue hard, and a stream of blood shot into the stone jar.
Suddenly, a strange buzzing sound came from inside the stone jar. Hearing the sound made me dizzy, as if it was about to overturn the stone jar.
With a thought in her mind, the white-haired old woman tried her best to control the stone jar in front of her. In an instant, hundreds of strange and ferocious monster insects flew out from the stone jar.
"Destroy it!"
She pointed at Lu Xuan from a distance, and immediately, all the ferocious monster insects flew around and attacked Lu Xuan from all directions.
"This old witch has raised so many monster insects!"
Lu Xuan's spiritual consciousness scanned it, and he saw that the strength of these hundreds of insects was extraordinary. Among them, there were no less than twenty at the third-grade level, and three at the fourth-grade level.
Under such an offensive, even a monk with perfect Foundation Establishment is likely to be submerged in this sea of insects.
He easily stepped back a few feet and threw out several talismans.
"The more we fight the less, right?"
Sword energy spurted out from the surface of the talisman, and in an instant, subtle sword energy appeared all over his body, covering all the weird monsters and insects.
The sword energy here was like a huge wave, surging and sweeping across it. Dozens of demonic insects were like a small boat. The waves of the sword energy slammed down hard and turned into countless wreckage.
The sword intent over there was like the sun in the sky, and the red and yellow sword energy shot out like dense rays of light. The demons and insects within the range of the sword energy seemed to have their minds taken away, and they were stunned in place, being eroded by countless sword energy.
There is also a meteor-like powerful sword energy, like an antelope hanging its horns, drawing many wonderful arcs and directly piercing the bodies of one monster after another.
Hundreds of powerful demonic insects, under the combined attack of five fourth-grade sword talismans, were all eliminated within a few breaths.
"puff!"
The white-haired old woman spat out a large mouthful of blood. Part of it was that she had a connection with those demonic insects. They were all destroyed in a short time, which made her very hurt. The other part was because she was angry. It was not easy for her to collect these demonic insects, and it took a lot of time and effort.
Nurture has made a lot of contributions to her in the past.
Unexpectedly, in front of Lu Xuan, he was so easily wiped out by a few talismans!
As she regretted it, she fully understood that she was no match for Lu Xuan. Her thoughts suddenly changed, and she sprayed another mouthful of blood on the dragon-head crutch.
Suddenly, a phantom of a dragon shot out with lightning from inside, soared into the clouds and mist, and took her flying away into the distance.
In an instant, we were a hundred feet away.
Just when she thought she had a glimmer of hope, a gray-white eye suddenly appeared in front of her.
Immediately, numerous illusions appeared in his eyes, and his movements froze.
At that moment, the old woman, who was trying to regain her clarity, noticed a silver-white thorn flashing past in the sea of consciousness.
Severe pain came, as if her head would be split in two.
Immediately afterwards, her head relaxed, and the shadow of a four-armed Bodhisattva stood high above her, as if overlooking her, and the distance between the two became more and more distant.
Lu Xuan turned into a stream of light and rushed in front of the headless body of the white-haired old woman, grabbing the head that was about to fall to the ground.
He took out a strange lantern with a very skillful movement. The dark red spikes at the base of the lantern swayed, and the remnant soul of the white-haired old woman was pulled into the inside of the lantern, where it was squeezed together with the countless ghosts and resentments inside the pale candle.
Immediately afterwards, the soul-inducing lamp rotated around the thunder pond, sucking the souls of those monster insects into it.
"There is no way. The demand for the resentment of the ghost souls from the underworld spiritual plants at home is too great, so we cannot waste any of them."
Lu Xuan looked at the thick layer of souls in the candle and sighed secretly in his heart.
No one could control the phantom of the dragon, and it turned into a dragon-headed crutch and fell down.
"A high-grade fourth-grade magic weapon should be able to sell a lot of spiritual stones."
"It's just that this magic weapon is too personal, so you have to pay more attention when handling it."
Lu Xuan checked the dragon-head crutch, then took off the storage bag from the white-haired old woman's waist, not forgetting to put the corpse into the gluttonous bag.
"The flesh and blood of a monk who has perfected the Foundation Establishment is still of high value."
He was not in a hurry to crack the surface restrictions on the storage bag and examine the contents inside.
Since the white-haired old woman can find this place, it is also possible for several other people to find it. To avoid long nights and many dreams, it is better to deal with this magical ivy plant as soon as possible.
Lu Xuan dealt with the mess and returned his attention to the Thunder Pond Ivy.
There was a rumbling sound, and the figure of Thunder Ghost Master quietly emerged.
"Thanks for reminding me before."
Lu Xuan clasped his fist towards it and said gratefully.
In this sky full of thunder, the ability of the Void Nightmare was greatly affected. Just now he collected the blue spirit liquid, but Lei Gui Gong discovered the aura of the white-haired old woman in advance, and he did not forget to remind himself before avoiding it.
The Thunder Ghost Monster laughed, and it was like thunder exploding, then turned into wisps of thunder spirit aura and disappeared.
When Lu Xuan's mind is sensing, it will check the surrounding situation for him, and will alert him immediately if there is any abnormality.
He came to the edge of the thunder pool, and with his spiritual consciousness going all the way down, he found a huge ivy rooted in the endless thunder.
He successively performed the Spiritual Rain Technique and the Mu Sheng Technique, focusing his mind on the giant ivy.
Suddenly, a thought flashed across his mind, and he instantly learned the details about the spiritual plant.
[Yimu Green Thunder Vine, a seventh-grade spiritual plant, grows in the sea of thunder and is nourished by the spiritual thunder of five elements of wood. During the growth process, it will condense into the fifth-grade Yimu Thunder Liquid. After taking it, it can assist the gradual thunder system magical power and improve
Physical strength.
After the spiritual plant matures, the Yimu Green Thunder Fruit produced by the spirit plant can change the monk's bones when consumed, and he has a powerful talent in thunder magic.】
[It is both destruction and creation!]
"Seventh grade spiritual plant!"
The thought disappeared, and Lu Xuan's eyes widened.
Although I was prepared that the spiritual plant in front of me might be extraordinary, I never expected that it was a seventh-grade spiritual plant that I had never had before!
"I want to plant it!"
He couldn't help but have such an extremely strong idea in his mind.