The other party had reached such a point, but still wanted to hide. The old woman surnamed He let out bursts of sinister laughter towards the empty space in the room.
Then, her body retreated out of the room.
Since she didn't know the exact location of the magic weapon, she didn't need to know it. She could just launch a comprehensive attack on the entire room and see where they could hide.
Hearing the old woman's sinister laughter and seeing her leaving the room step by step, Jia Fugui and Dong Lin Tingyue's hearts sank to the bottom of the abyss in an instant.
They already understood the old woman's intentions and knew what would happen to them in the next moment.
Dong Lin Tingyue's pretty face, half of which was exposed outside the mask, had become paler and paler.
They were targeted by the Divine Transformation Monk, and she had no expectations for what would happen next.
Although she had guessed that she would die today, when the moment really came, she also deeply felt the emotions of those people in the other rooms.
Dong Lin Tingyue bit her lips tightly, but at the same time, her magic power began to gather.
Jia Fugui's fat body was trembling, but there was a fierce light flashing in his eyes. He certainly didn't want to die here.
"Damn it, let's see who dies first!"
He flipped his hand, and a fist-sized golden melon appeared in front of him.
At the same time, Jia Fugui was already chanting a spell quickly.
"beat!"
He pointed his finger, and the golden melon flashed like a meteor chasing the moon, and hit the old woman named He who had not yet completely left the room.
Although Dong Lin Tingyue was afraid in her heart, she reacted quickly. When she saw Jia Fugui's fat trembling, she threw her magic weapon at the old woman surnamed He without hesitation.
She immediately began to generate energy, and with a wave of her jade hand, silver rays of light shot out silently like cold stars.
The old woman surnamed He, who was retreating, suddenly had a gleam of light in her eyes. She suddenly raised a skinny hand and lightly patted the air above her head.
When she slapped out with her palm, a golden gourd suddenly appeared from the void above her head and smashed down hard on her forehead.
"suddenly!"
A green light suddenly appeared on the palm of the old woman surnamed He, and instantly collided with the golden melon.
"boom!"
After the golden and green lights collided with each other, there was a brief stalemate.
Half a breath later, although the golden gourd was still emitting dazzling golden light, it quickly dimmed at a speed visible to the naked eye.
The green light on the old woman He's palm had turned a pale green, and contained a terrifying force that was stronger than the last, which crashed into the golden melon like overlapping waves.
Although these forces still had layers, they all converged in an instant, causing cracks to appear on the surface of the melon.
At this moment, the old woman surnamed He snorted again and drew a line across her chest with her other hand.
Suddenly, a rapidly spinning dark green vortex appeared in front of her.
“Ding ding ding…”
An endless series of sounds of metal clashing together, as dense as rain, each one captivating.
The old woman surnamed He could already see clearly that they were small silver needles as thin as cow hair, and there were hundreds of them.
Usually, magic weapons like needles and cones are extremely rare. They consume a lot of materials and are difficult to refine, so they usually appear in sets.
They are expensive and are bought up almost immediately when they appear on the market.
The reason is that this type of magic weapon has hidden attacks, strong penetrating power, and a wide coverage area, and is usually a difficult magic weapon that cultivators are unwilling to face.
As soon as these silver needles touched the body, green vortices immediately appeared.
The green vortex was like an iron plate with suction, sucking the silver needles away from their original attack positions.
Faced with the sudden attack, although the old woman surnamed He blocked it, her body was also shaken and kept retreating, and the protective light shield also appeared at this time.
Those silver needles were immediately blown away in all directions by the rapidly spinning dark green vortex.
“Squeak, squeak, squeak…”
There was another rapid and light sound like heavy rain, and tiny pinholes suddenly appeared on the doors, windows, tables and chairs in the room in front of the old woman surnamed He.
These objects in the room seemed to be rapidly corroded by time, constantly deforming and cracking.
It’s a long story, but it all happened the moment the old woman surnamed He left the room.
And at the moment when those silver needles were bounced away, the change occurred again.
The golden gourd that was fighting with the old woman surnamed He was finally defeated by the old woman's powerful magic power. After a slight delay, it was blown away.
But at the moment of being shaken away, black smoke suddenly came out from the cracks on the golden gourd, and the black smoke enveloped the old woman.
Even the old woman surnamed He was shocked by this sudden change. It was within her expectation that these two people had magical weapons that could fight against the Divine Transformation cultivators.
After all, the Divine Transformation cultivators in the Immortal Realm are still considered low-level cultivators, and at best are about to enter the intermediate stage.
The golden gourd that hit him had the power to threaten the early stage of the Spirit Transformation Realm, but it was still no match for the force of the old woman surnamed He's palm.
Her palm seemed light, but the green light on it was her magic.
It is made from corpse oil and contains ninety-nine overlapping Yin forces, each level higher and stronger than the last, and is also highly corrosive.
In addition, due to the limitations of Jia Fugui's cultivation, he was unable to fully unleash the power of the magic weapon, which was why cracks appeared on the golden melon.
The old woman surnamed He felt that this magic weapon was very good as it could compete with her own magic.
But she never expected that this magic weapon, in addition to its power to threaten the Divine Transformation Monks, actually contained murderous intent.
The old woman surnamed He's face became increasingly gloomy. She originally wanted to let the other party know what despair and fear were, but unexpectedly, the little Nascent Soul in the room dared to attack a Divine Transformation cultivator first.
She had just shaken off the golden melon and retracted her arm slightly. She suddenly flipped her hand and the gray ghost face sail that had appeared before rolled towards the black smoke.
The ghost face sail swelled in the wind and immediately protected the old woman surnamed He as soon as it appeared. The green ghost face appeared on the canvas again.
As soon as the ghost face appeared, he opened his mouth with a hideous smile, and a column of wind came out from his mouth. The wind column surged and stirred, immediately wrapping up the black smoke.
However, at this moment, the ghost face also revealed an expression of pain, and the wind column in front became thicker and thinner, as if there was a huge monster rushing left and right inside.
Every time the two sides collided, bursts of ghost howls would come out of the ghost face's mouth. It was obvious that it was not an easy task for him to swallow the black smoke.
But in just over a breath of time, the black smoke had completely disappeared, and the old woman surnamed He also completely blasted the silver needles away.
It was only at this time that the old woman surnamed He completely left the room. After Jia Fugui and the other man in the room decided to take action, they immediately used all their strength, and all of them were attacks that could threaten the Divine Transformation cultivators.
The old woman surnamed He left the room and just stood still. All the explosions in front of her were still emitting aftershocks that were quickly dissipating.
To others, it seemed as if she was kicked out of the room.
Although the old woman surnamed He was not injured, she sensed that many monks on the deck were looking at her, and she suddenly felt her old face turn red.
But before she could get angry, the skin on her face twitched again.
Just as the exploding lights in front of her had not completely dissipated, a flash of cold light suddenly attacked her and, caught in the aftermath of the explosion, had already hit her chest.
Inside the room, Jia Fugui puffed out his cheeks and shouted loudly at the same time.
"disease!"
Outside the room, the old woman surnamed He quickly scanned with her spiritual sense and saw clearly that it was a narrow sword only about one foot long. In a flash, it had pierced her chest.
This time she did not retreat. Instead, her whole body was filled with spiritual light. The ghost face sail turned into a ghost face shield, but it was not used to block her chest. Instead, it moved diagonally from top to bottom and smashed hard at the flying sword.
The flying sword had already touched her protective light shield, and at the same time the ghost face shield, like a giant axe, had also smashed down.
The next moment, the flying sword suddenly split from the tip of the sword and turned into two thinner snakes, which stuck to the old woman surnamed He's body and attacked her back from her armpits.
All these changes were happening at an extremely fast speed, but there was no change on the old woman He's face. She still stood there, and even her hands did not move.
Just when the two snakes reached each other's armpits, the ghost face shield that smashed down fiercely suddenly stretched and became thinner, and in an instant, it turned into a green ghost hand.
The palm at the other end grabbed a water snake in a lightning-fast manner, the movement was so fast that it was unbelievable.
Almost at the same time, another similarly shiny green hand suddenly appeared under the old woman's other armpit, and it also grabbed the snake by the head.
Then, in a flash, the two arms suddenly clasped their hands in front of the old woman, immediately bringing the two snakes together, with the head and tail each grabbed at both ends by each hand.
The old woman surnamed He did not make any movement, but her two green arms began to exert force at the same time and suddenly began to spin in opposite directions.
The two snakes suddenly struggled desperately, their bodies twisted continuously, their heads raised and spinning, and making sharp hissing sounds.
At the same time, the fat on Jia Fugui's body in the room trembled violently, and he opened his mouth and spurted out a mouthful of blood.
A painful groan came from his throat, and he took several steps back in the room, "dengdengdeng..." and sat down heavily on the ground.
On the other side, Dong Lin Tingyue's body hit the wall behind her heavily after the silver needle was knocked away. As she breathed, blood mist splattered under her mask, and cracks appeared on the bones of her arms with a crackling sound.
The pain made beads of sweat roll down her forehead...
Outside the room, just as Jia Fugui spurted out blood, the two snakes let out their last hissing sound. The next moment, the two snake bodies blurred and turned into a long and narrow sword again.
However, at this moment, the spiritual energy on the sword had become very dim, and it seemed to be struggling unwillingly despite the slight tremor.
A cold light flashed in the old woman He's eyes, and her two green arms once again transformed into two grey ghost-faced sails. The long and narrow flying sword had disappeared, and she had sealed it and put it away.
This long and narrow flying sword was of good quality, but the person controlling it was too weak to fully unleash its power. Moreover, after he took advantage of the opportunity to strike it, the spirit of the weapon was seriously injured.
However, when she has enough time later, she only needs to refine it again and nurture it. It should be able to recover slowly. Even after her own nurturing, its power will be even higher.
The two sides fought back and forth, and it only took more than three breaths of time, but it was a series of clashes, with each attack being quick and agile.
In the room, Jia Fugui stood up from the ground with some difficulty. He shook his head, and his sea of consciousness was still extremely painful.
These magical weapons of his were originally used to save his life, and their basic target was the cultivators in the early stage of the Spirit Transformation Realm. He did not seek to kill the enemy, but only to buy himself time at the critical moment, so as to save his life and escape.
But this time, he was at his wit's end and could only use all his strength. But unfortunately, the opponent was not only a Divine Transformation cultivator, but also a powerful being in the middle stage of Divine Transformation.
Since Jia Fugui was unable to fully unleash the power of this level of magic weapon, in the end he was unable to do even a little harm to the old woman surnamed He.
Not only did he lose two precious magic weapons, but he was also seriously injured by the backlash.
In the last attack before, because the strength of his spiritual awareness was too different from that of the old woman surnamed He, the other party keenly sensed his attack position when he just had the intention, so it took only a moment for her to complete the waiting.
Jia Fugui didn't even have time to control the two snakes to dodge.
At this moment, the old woman named He outside the room was like a volcano that was about to erupt. Her gaze was already looking into the room again.
"Two people attacking, are there only two people here? Where is the other one? Or is it that the remaining one does not have a magic weapon that can threaten me, so he did not participate in the attack just now..."
She had a new doubt at this time, but the thought only flashed through her mind and she put it behind her.
No matter how many people are in the room, just kill them all now and then determine the final result.
Inside the room, Jia Fugui stood up, and several pills flew into his mouth. Dong Lin Tingyue had just swallowed the pills, and he had already raised his magic power and was next to Jia Fugui in one step.
They had no time to refine elixirs to heal their wounds, because the old woman named He outside the room had already taken two ghost-faced sails in her hands and was looking into the room!
Jia Fugui rolled his thick neck and tried hard to swallow the pill.
He endured the pain in his sea of consciousness. Although he felt Dong Lin Tingyue approaching, he didn't even look at her.
And as he waved his hand again, he said angrily.
"I think you, an old bastard, should die first! Fairy Tingyue! Let's fight again!"
At the moment Jia Fugui was speaking, twenty-five or six magical weapons of various types suddenly appeared in front of him.
Although these magical weapons have different properties and functions, they all emit amazing spiritual fluctuations.
At this moment, he only had one magic weapon on him that could compete with a Divine Transformation cultivator, but it was a defensive magic weapon and could no longer actively attack.
Even though he is wealthy, it is impossible for him to have too many rare magic weapons.
However, he still has quite a few other magical weapons of lower levels.
When Jia Fugui took out these magic weapons, he also looked at Dong Lin Tingyue fiercely. Dong Lin Tingyue instantly understood what he meant.
She also gritted her teeth, and four more magic weapons appeared in her hand, as well as a third-level peak monster - the Rouge Bird.
Jia Fugui is going to fight to the death again and explode a large number of magic weapons on his body. All of his magic weapons have the power of Nascent Soul level.
If so many magical weapons really exploded at the same time, at such a close distance, even a Divine Transformation cultivator would be killed, and even this huge ship would be damaged by the explosion.
Dong Lin Tingyue on the other side was also shocked by Jia Fugui taking out so many magic weapons at once.
After a moment of hesitation, he also took out four magic weapons, but compared with the other party, Dong Lin Tingyue felt like a beggar.
At this point, she also knew Jia Fugui's true character. Although he seemed lazy and valued harmony in everything, he was actually a ruthless person.
Outside the room, a terrifying power was already fluctuating from the old woman surnamed He, and the two ghost-faced sails in her hands were making shrill ghost howls.