You know, Jiu Mei Tu is a super-ninth-grade psychic treasure. Who wouldn’t be jealous after seeing something of this level? It's a pity that Lingbao has a spirit, and not everyone can point it out, especially Jiu Meitu. The test for two people to recognize their master is really too perverted. Waiting for the monks to leave would be to die, so it has been in Qianyumen for so many years and no one can use it.
But now, Song Zhong easily recognized him as his master. If only Feng Laomo knew how Song Zhong passed the test and could use it himself. Then, as long as he captures Jiu Meitu, he can become the master of Jiu Meitu. And the power of this treasure in his hands must be incredible. At least there are almost no people at the Nascent Soul level that he can't defeat. Even against a master of distraction, he can still fight.
It is impossible for Feng Laomo not to be tempted by such a temptation. Therefore, after taking action for a while, Feng Laomo would definitely not dare to use all his killing moves, because if he killed Song Zhong, it would be equivalent to cutting off his way to obtain the Nine Beautiful Pictures.
As a result, Feng Laomo fell into a situation where he was afraid of the rat. But Song Zhong can exert his full strength without any scruples, and the strength gap between the two will be narrowed. This is actually a conspiracy of Song Zhong.
As an old monster who has lived for hundreds of years, it is naturally impossible for Feng Laomo to not see through Song Zhong's tricks. But the problem is, facing a bait like Jiu Meitu, Feng Laomo can only jump in without hesitation even if he knows it is a trap!
After thinking about the cause and effect, Feng Laomo couldn't help but smile bitterly and said: "Damn fat man, you are the smart one! However, if you think that a spiritual treasure can narrow the gap between you and me, you are totally wrong. Wrong, Nascent Soul cultivator is definitely not something you, a rookie in the foundation building stage, can fight against!"
As he spoke, Feng Laomo waved his hand, and a green three-foot-high flag immediately appeared in front of him. The flag was fluttering in the wind high in the sky. The two green snakes embroidered on it actually came to life after the flag shook a few times, turning into two wind snakes that were dozens of feet long and made of green light. dragon. It kept flying up and down around Feng Laomo.
Seeing the huge movement that Feng Lao Mo made casually, Song Zhong couldn't help being secretly surprised. He then smiled bitterly in his heart and said: "The Yuanying monk is indeed extraordinary. After Feng Lao Mo was plotted by me last time, he was betrayed by Xuantian." He was covered in wounds from the restrictions imposed by the hospital, and not a single piece of his magic weapon was left behind. It was either destroyed or confiscated. Ordinarily, a monk who loses all his magic weapons should be greatly reduced in strength. But looking at Feng Laomo's appearance now, he has clearly refined another amazing magic weapon! '
Seeing Song Zhong looking at his treasure in surprise, Feng Laomo couldn't help but said proudly, "What? You didn't expect that I still have such a good magic weapon in my hand, right?"
"It is indeed a bit unexpected!" Song Zhong nodded and said: "Looking at it, it is at least an eighth-grade magic weapon, right? But I remember that when you were captured last time, you were already naked?"
"Hmph!" Feng Laomo heard this and immediately snorted angrily. He couldn't help but cursed: "You damn fat man, you really don't want to pick up the pot! I was so embarrassed last time, and it wasn't all you. Harmful? Fortunately, the head brother did not blame me and gave me the spirits of two sixth-level demonic snakes to help me refine this wind snake flag! Boy, let us see today, what is the wind of the Nascent Soul cultivator? The snake flag is powerful, but the Nine Beautiful Pictures of you, a newbie in foundation building, are powerful!"
As he spoke, Feng Laomo waved his hand, and the two wind snakes roared and surrounded Song Zhong from the left and right directions, who was hundreds of feet away.
Seeing this, Song Zhong was not to be outdone, and immediately waved his hand, and the nine beautiful female cultivators dispersed and faced a wind snake. Soon, the battle began thousands of feet in the air.
The first to activate were the five sword cultivators. At this time, they had already upgraded their strength to the middle stage of the Golden Core stage following Song Zhong's series of adventures. In this state, the Five Elements Soul Sword can already exert most of its power in their hands.
As the Five Elements Sword Formation of the five sword cultivators rotated, powerful sword auras were like lightning piercing the sky, sweeping across hundreds of feet of space and slashing hard at the wind snake.
The spirit of that wind snake is a sixth-level monster, which is also at the level of a Yuanying-level monk. Naturally, it will not be killed so easily. It turned around in the air with great flexibility to avoid the sword energy, then approached the five sword cultivators and bit them viciously.
The two sides immediately became entangled. The sword energy of the five sword cultivators was sharp, but the wind snake was incorporeal and extremely flexible. It was scurrying back and forth in the air, leaving only a series of green shadows, and its body was almost invisible, so for a while The five sword cultivators couldn't do anything with it. Of course, Wind Snake couldn't even think of hurting five sword cultivators at the Golden Core level who had set up the Five Elements Sword Formation.
As for the other side, it's a different scene. The Vajra Demon Subduing Array set up by the four nuns happened to restrain the Wind Snake, which was refined from the spirit of the demon beast. Therefore, they only released the golden light of the Demon Subduing Demon, forcing the Wind Snake to flee everywhere for fear of being covered. However, the wind snake was too fast. Although the four female nuns were able to control it, it was difficult to catch it. The two sides were temporarily in a state of balance.
Feng Lao Mo immediately took a look and smiled nonchalantly: "Haha, it looks like they were beaten to the punch!"
"But it seems that Jiu Meitu has the upper hand!" Song Zhong said unhurriedly.
"Hehe, it's not surprising. After all, Jiu Meitu has many higher levels than them, so it's normal to lose!" Feng Laomo said with a slight smile, "However, this is enough. Because obviously, I won't wait for them. You lose! Boy, can we have some fun now?"
As he spoke, Feng Laomo pinched the spell with both hands. Suddenly, the white clouds in the sky began to change, and soon turned into a variety of weapons, including broadswords, swords, axes, and sticks. In short, there were all kinds of weapons. . Without exception, they are all made of white clouds, so each one is dozens of feet in size.
It turns out that this old demon Feng is a magic cultivator, but his specialization is wind, and he is good at using various evil winds to hurt people. At the same time, he is also good at controlling water mist and white clouds to form various weapons to attack opponents. This Taoist technique is extremely covert and can hide killing moves in white clouds, so it is difficult to detect. It is an extremely insidious Taoist technique.
Because his natal magic weapon used to blow the dark wind was destroyed in Xuantian Villa, it could not be restored for a while. Therefore, he could only use this Taoist technique again to deal with Song Zhong today.
Song Zhong didn't know the family's details, so when he saw Feng Lao Mo showing such a Taoist skill that he had never seen before, he couldn't help but asked in surprise: "What is this?"
"Hehe, boy, you are really ignorant. This is a profound Taoist art, called pinching clouds to form weapons." Feng Laomo said with a smile: "Now, please try the power of these Taoist weapons. !Behead me!"
Feng Laomo said, hooking one finger. Then he saw a huge white cloud sword falling from the sky and slashing towards Song Zhong.
Although it is just a broadsword made of white clouds, it contains the powerful aura of the Yuanying monk, and its destructive power is probably comparable to the magic weapon of the Golden Core monk. Therefore, Song Zhong did not dare to be careless at all, and hurriedly summoned a big bronze bell to hold it on his head.
As soon as the big bronze bell came out and the sword arrived, a loud bang was heard. The white cloud sword shattered on the spot and disappeared into a ball of white mist. But there was also a dent that was four to five feet deep on the bronze shell of the big bronze bell.
Seeing this, Song Zhong's eyes almost turned green. You know, this is wind copper? Moreover, it is wind copper that has been refined by Jiumei to strengthen many formations. Although it is not as strong as a magic weapon, its strength is definitely equivalent to a fifth-grade magic weapon or above. How could Song Zhong not be surprised that such a powerful thing could be cut with such a deep gash by a sword made of white clouds? Darling, the power of this sword is even more perverted than that of a swordsman in the Golden Core stage!
At the same time, Feng Laomo was as shocked as Song Zhong. But the reason why he was shocked was because of the weirdness of Song Zhong's big bronze bell. The appearance of this toy is all wind copper, which is just a relatively low-level material that can only be used to refine magic weapons. Moreover, the surface of the big bronze bell is full of pits and pits, with traces of fire, lightning strikes, corrosion, and traces left by various weapons. In short, it is riddled with holes and terrible to look at.
Such low-grade materials, so many scars, and such an ugly shape. Ordinarily, this should be a super piece of junk. But in fact, it was this ugly thing that blocked his very powerful blow. This is simply unreasonable, right? Why should a broken thing that was obviously a low-level magic weapon block the blow of a Nascent Soul cultivator like myself
Could it be that he is getting old? Didn't you try hard just now? Thinking of this, Feng Laomo hooked his hand again and used a long sword to slash at Song Zhong's big bronze bell. At the same time, he did not forget to sneer and said: "I don't believe it. Such a broken bronze bell can also be used." Block my master’s unique skill!”
When Song Zhong heard this, he immediately said funny: "Anyway, whether you believe it or not, you have no ability to do anything to it!"
As he spoke, with the sound of 'dang', the big bronze bell once again blocked Feng Laomo's attack at the cost of a new wound.
When Feng Lao Mo saw this, he suddenly felt a little angry. He couldn't help but said angrily: "Damn it, I don't believe in evil yet. Today, I must chop it into pieces!"
"Haha, okay, you're welcome to chop it up. If you chop it into pieces, you'll be considered a hero. If you can't chop it into pieces, you'll be just a puppy!" Song Zhong couldn't help but smile slyly.
"Damn you fat man, I will let you know how powerful I am!" Feng Laomo was furious when he heard this, and then he shook his hands continuously, and then he saw all kinds of white cloud weapons in the sky falling on Song Zhong's head like rain. The big bronze bell was smashed down on his head and face.