Then, a low and deep spell sound came out slowly from Jialan Xing's mouth.
Numerous golden Sanskrit scripts rushed out of the beads and formed a golden magic circle in the blink of an eye, trapping Wei abruptly in it.
Amidst the "buzzing" Sanskrit sounds, Wei Zhong intuitively felt that his head was heavy as flashing, and the light yellow rune on his forehead trembled slightly and burst open with a "pop".
"what!"
Wei Zhong suddenly sank in the sea of consciousness, and the desperately suppressed illusion burst out suddenly. The whole person was like falling into a nightmare. All of his vision was the illusion of Jialan, whose expressions were different, and some bowed their heads in contemplation. , Some frowned and angered, some smiled.
Every phantom is so tempting, people can’t help but feel sorry for one or two. Wei Zhong’s flag fell to the ground, his eyes gradually sluggish, his face distorted in pain because of the struggle, and he almost had to cry or laugh with these phantoms. stand up.
The purple light in Jialan's eyes condensed, and the white jade fingers changed like wheels, increasing the power of the nightmare law, and making Wei Zhong's face more struggling.
"You... woman, don't... be overwhelmed... Ah!"
Wei Zhong's face was distorted and almost deformed. After a low beast-like whine, he suddenly raised his head, his eyes were blood red and his face was extremely hideous.
One cruelly bit the tip of his tongue, spit out a ball of blood, and finally flashed a trace of clearness in his eyes, and took this opportunity to pinch his hands quickly, and the whole body glowed with a burst of red and red lights, and he turned wildly. Next, a red vortex was slowly formed, causing the hot breath in the Valley of Flames to converge on him like a call, causing the air temperature to suddenly increase.
After a few breaths, the crimson vortex surrounding Wei Zhong swelled several times, and suddenly burst open under one expansion and contraction. In a flash, it turned into two thousand-sized fire spirits, floating beside him. In midair.
The fire spirit looked like a human from a distance, and was made up of blazing flames, showing only a dark face like charcoal. When the claws caught in the void, it aroused a burst of crackling sparks, with great momentum. , Compared with the talented Fire Phoenix, it is a lot more prosperous.
Even the people watching around felt a scorching heat on their faces, and at the same time they stepped back a little distance.
Seeing this, Feng Zhan on the side felt a joy in his heart.
Others may not know it, but he knew in his heart that what Wei Zhong was using at this moment was the unique and secret spirit gathering technique of the Five Spirit Sect.
As soon as the two fire spirits appeared, they continuously danced their claws to impact the golden magic circle. The black and red billowing flames and the golden light curtain continued to interweave and collide, causing a burst of golden light to tremble.
And Wei Zhong in the middle urged the magic circle with a solemn expression, and wanted to break the magic circle before his sanity fell.
Upon seeing this, Jialan's eyes kept the purple light, and her fingertips continued to shoot out Sanskrit, continuously immersed in the golden magic circle.
While urging the fire spirit to attack the magic circle, Wei Zhong was suffering from the erosion of Nightmare Dafa. Most of his mana was used to resist the illusion in the sea of knowledge. Knowing that he could not support it for too long, he suddenly gritted his teeth, and the tactics in his hand changed with a low roar. In the middle, the two groups of fire spirits turned their spears towards themselves.
I saw that Wei Zhong was under the collision of black and red flames, and his body suddenly burned with a "boom", but the flame turned from red to black in just a few breaths, turning into a raging black flame, and Wei Zhong's figure was Gradually blurred and skyrocketed in the firelight, the next moment, a huge fire spirit measuring several feet high suddenly appeared in the circle, but the face was changed to Wei Zhong's appearance.
"What secret technique is this?"
Xin Yuan whispered, a shock on his face.
In this form, Wei Zhong's aura was almost half stronger than before, and he was infinitely close to Huajing's existence.
Liu Ming's eyes flashed, and he also sighed in his heart.
The cultivation world of the Zhongtian Continent is really unfathomable, and it is true that no matter the secret technique of the cultivation technique is far beyond imagination, even if it can't help but feel a sense of yearning.
At this time, the black fire spirit had swept the black flames all over the sky, turned into a black shadow, and rushed towards the corner of the circle.
"Boom!" A loud rumbling sound that destroyed the world came out.
Countless black sparks mingled with golden glows flying in all directions!
After the golden light was punched by the black demon spirit, the golden light shook wildly. Although this formation bluntly blocked Wei Zhong's dying blow, it was not as calm as before.
Upon seeing Wei Zhong's transformation or spirit, in a roar of roar, the giant arm entangled by the black flame blasted towards the golden light curtain again.
Upon seeing this, Jia Lan's eyes flashed with surprise, and suddenly took out a small wooden fish with a flick of her wrist, and then urged her to make a decision. There was a long and clear sound of "Om" from the wooden fish.
The sound was like the quiet sound of the empty valley, which made the black demon spirit's mind shake, and the huge arm raised in his hand slowed down.
There were several clear muyu sounds, and the sound of Sanskrit in the golden circle was suddenly anxious. Although the black fire spirit raised his arm a few times to try to resist, people with a discerning eye had already seen it. The flames on his body seemed to gradually dimmed, and the roar in his mouth was gradually covered by the array of Sanskrit sounds in the magic circle.
After half a cup of tea, Wei Zhong finally couldn't maintain the form of the demon spirit, and the black flames all over his body disappeared. The figure returned to the original appearance and fell down, and fell into a deep sleep.
In this battle, He Ran Jialan won.
"In the second competition, the Heavenly Bird Sect won." Seeing Jialan's victory, the green-robed nun said with joy on her face.
Feng Zhan's face at this time was really ugly and ugly. In order to win Wei Zhong to participate in this gambling fight, he privately paid a great price. And this time the gambling place, Huoyan Mountain, was also chosen to cooperate with this Wei's heavy technique and spirit weapon. Unexpectedly, this son was defeated in the first round.
What makes Feng Zhan quite depressed is that the Buddhist beads used by this woman and the wooden fish can be seen at a glance that they are Buddhist objects, and their grade is never lower than that of Wei Zhong’s best spiritual tools, and the secret methods used are also Obviously Buddhism secret techniques, these are definitely inseparable from Qingshui'an.
But Wei Zhong himself was also a disciple of the Five Spirit Sect, which made him really hard to tell.
The beautiful woman surnamed Xiao couldn't laugh after watching Jialan's battle with Wei Zhong, and the face of the Taoist surnamed Shi was also a little gloomy.
The two of them knew that this Jialan must have a lot to do with Qingshui'an, but it was not easy to offend this Qingshui'an, and secondly, they couldn't grasp any handle on the surface, and they were irritated in their hearts.
After witnessing the second match, the Jin Yumeng Scars Youth also showed solemnity for the first time.
This is no wonder! Jialan’s nightmare technique can directly affect the opponent’s spirit. No matter how powerful it is, or holding a superb spirit weapon like Wei Zhong, once he is accidentally hit by this technique, I’m afraid he can only be obediently bound. .
Feng Zhan sent two disciples with a dark face to lift the sleepy Wei back. Seeing that his painful expression had receded, there was a stream of white foam from the corners of his mouth. He immediately snorted, but he took it out. A blue pill was taken, and then he was ordered to take care of his reluctant demeanor.
After sorting out the scene a bit, the nuns immediately announced the start of the third match.
In the third game, Liu Ming of Changfenghui played against Zhu Hao of Heavenly Bird Sect.
Zhu Hao was the skinny man from the Heavenly Fowl Sect who had been staring at Liu Ming when the lot was drawn.
"Friend Liu Dao, I beg you for this occasion, Feng Zhan is a person who will do what I say, and my original promise will be fulfilled next!" Feng Zhan turned to Liu Ming and said word by word.
With Wei Zhong's defeat, he can only pin his hopes on Liu Ming and Xin Yuan.
When Liu Ming heard the words, he nodded to Feng Zhan, and stepped into the circle.
"Boy, you, a cultivator who is in the middle of the liquid phase, dare to enter this ring. If you are dying, hurry down. Uncle will not show mercy under his hands." The tall and thin man looked up and down Liu Ming and sneered.
No wonder!
Regardless of his appearance, body shape, and aura, Liu Ming is really ordinary. At first glance, anyone will think of him as a silent ordinary cultivator.
Liu Ming just smiled at the person in front of him.
When the tall and thin man saw this, his face became cold, and he stopped talking. With a wave of his sleeve, his hands flashed with blue light!
"Chichi" loudly!
A dozen cyan wind blades scattered and shot towards Liu Ming.
"Wind Blade Technique Dzogchen." This trick is familiar to Liu Ming. He practiced this technique to the Dzogchen state during his apprenticeship period, and after he became clear about its offensive characteristics, and his figure blurred, More than a dozen wind blades passed directly through the body.
After shaking again, Liu Ming reappeared in the same place.
Seeing his opponent avoiding his wind blade so leisurely, the tall and thin man was slightly surprised, but immediately under the wave of his sleeve, seven or eight cyan wind blades appeared in front of him again, and then he flipped out a cyan blade with one hand. Lupins.
The feather fan shows that the blue light is blinding, and under one fan, the misty blue light emitted by the wind blade in front of him is a bit more solid!
This feather fan spirit weapon has a certain blessing effect on the wind blade technique!
A tall and thin man jumped up into the air. The feather fan in his hand flashed with a burst of blue light and suddenly a fan, a burst of dazzling glaucoma flashed by, turning into more than a dozen ordinary shadows, and his body shape also moved into the air. The cyan wind blade instantly turned into a wind blade with hundreds of feet long, and it flickered slightly in the air.
For a moment, in the midair in front of Liu Ming, there were a dozen opponents' ghosts and the dense wind blades around them.
At the next moment, I saw a sneer from the phantoms of a dozen tall and thin men at the same time. With a wave of the feather fan in his hand, numerous wind blades were flashing in blue light, and they shot towards Liu Ming overwhelmingly.
If faced with other spell attacks, Liu Ming might be a little rushed, but his opponent insisted on using his familiar wind blade technique, which was exactly what he wanted.
Liu Ming smiled, as soon as the powerful mental power was released, he could see the seven or eight true wind blades and the real body of the other party in the sky that hit his face in an instant.
He immediately flashed with black light in both hands, each grabbing a heavy drop of water in his palm, and then his body twisted in an incredible way, easily swaying the seven or eight true wind blades, and after another flash, it was actually ghostly. Appeared in front of one of the tall and thin men's phantoms.