Each of these strange birds is half a foot long, in the sound of strange chirping. While flashing red light, it flew towards Zong Zhengbin.
Zong Zhengbin didn't change his face, but just flicked his sleeves lightly. Those red threads appeared again, although there were a lot of strange birds. But he has more red threads, so there is no need to worry.
These red silk threads have a peculiar effect on magic weapons such as the black mist of the Devil's Gate. This is the treasure that Zong Zhengbin took so hard to get. After this treasure was in his hands, it was in the fight with the monks of the same rank. I don't know how many opponent's magic weapons have been destroyed, so that Zong Zhengbin has a chance to kill the opponent.
Seeing the strange bird flying towards him in his eyes, Zong Zhengbin's face showed a hideous look.
With a pinch of Fa Jue, strips of slender red silk rolled towards the strange bird.
At this moment, the paper fan in Mo Bai's hand has begun to fan.
Zong Zhengbin saw that the paper fan in Mo Bai's hand was constantly flapping, and it was not easy to see it naturally with his eyesight. The three-inch flying blade flew towards Mo Bai, trying to interrupt Mo Bai's spellcasting.
But at this moment, a gust of wind broke out, and a mountain turned out and appeared three feet above his head. Suppress yourself fiercely.
Suddenly the huge mountain appeared, Zong Zhengbin was shocked.
Unexpectedly, this small and light thing actually contains such a huge power. Feeling a huge force descending from the sky, all of Zong Zhengbin's strategies for getting out of him turned wildly in his heart.
At this time, the red silk on the other side and the strange bird were already entangled. From time to time, we heard the chirping of strange birds, and part of the red silk thread had already bound the strange birds. It seemed that the black mist of Mo Yan'er was always at a disadvantage in the fight between the two magic weapons.
From the corner of his eye, I saw Mo Bai standing in front, fanning the paper fan with difficulty. Zong Zhengbin's eyes flashed sharply, his figure shook, and he flashed straight towards Mo Bai. Zong Zhengbin has made up his mind to advance as a retreat.
It should be the safest next to this person, after all, such a huge mountain is not something he can rival. Zong Zhengbin secretly regretted why he didn't take back the gossip mirror before chasing Zhao Tian. This way, you don't have to be afraid of the opponent's mountain attack.
Mo Bai gave a light "Huh". He had already seen Zong Zhengbin's plan. Indeed, the mountains that the paper fan turned out of were powerful, but the casting speed was too slow, which was enough for the opponent to escape the range of the mountains at this time.
Especially when the other party came in front of him, Mo Bai would not let this mountain fall down. Otherwise, wouldn't it be that even oneself has been crushed down the mountain
Feeling that the form is not right, Mo Bai hurriedly urged the paper fan. With the sound of wind, the speed of the mountain falling faster.
Seeing this scene, Zong Zhengbin's face was pale.
The red silk that was constantly entangled with the strange bird on the side had lost Zong Zhengbin's mana support. However, because the red silk is a mother-in-child heart line, the bus line is winding around Zong Zhengbin's right wrist, only being covered by Zong Zhengbin's sleeve. So Bin Mo Bai and others couldn't see it.
At this moment, the bus bar still emits a faint red light, so the strange birds are still entangled with unabated power.
There was a loud "bang".
The sky was shaking. The huge mountains have been smashed to the ground, and the huge gust of wind entrained the dust, and it spread quickly towards the surroundings.
"puff!"
Zong Zhengbin, who had just escaped the fall of the mountains, was forced to his back by his strength. The strange characters flashing on his body suddenly went dark, and a mouthful of blood spurted out.
There was a burst of dust, which could not go away for a long time.
"A lot of power, Huang Bing, you said that Zong Zhengbin seems to be unable to escape this disaster, right?" Wu Chang half-opened his mouth, looking at the rolling dust, and asked Huang Bing.
He and Huang Bing watched the whole process. He never expected that the paper fan in Mo Bai's hand would emit such a huge power.
"I don't know." Huang Bing seemed to be full of thoughts at this moment, as if he no longer cared about all this happening before him, he just casually replied when he heard Wu Chang's question.
Wu Chang glanced at Huang Bing. After all, he had practiced for decades. Naturally, he could see something, and for this, he could only sigh in his heart. It can't help much either.
Mo Bai's face was a little pale, and he gasped slightly. Shaking the paper fan in his hand, the mountains turned into a yellow light and returned to the paper fan.
His eyes were still staring at the dust. He knew that Zong Zhengbin had not disappeared, and he knew that just by looking at Hong Si who was still fighting with Mo Yan'er.
At this moment, Mo Yan'er felt a lot less pressure. These red threads are too weird, as if they were refined from the black mist magic weapon specifically aimed at her, suppressing the black mist to death.
Mo Yan'er lifted her head to look at Mo Bai as soon as the pressure on her body lightened. Seeing Mo Bai's pale face, he felt distressed in his heart. But I can only share some of the attacking pressure from Zong Zhengbin for him on the sidelines.
After all, her body has only just recovered, and now she is only trying to support her.
At this moment, Zong Zhengbin's figure slowly appeared as the dust dissipated. I saw him looking at Mo Bai with a gloomy expression, and a little blood still appeared at the corner of his mouth.
He took out a dark red pill from his storage bag and his eyes flickered. His expression was a little hesitant, as if he had made a huge determination, and directly incorporated the pill into his own mouth. Zong Zhengbin's body, which was standing upright, shuddered for a while, and his gloomy face showed the color of pig liver. The aura on his body suddenly strengthened.
Mo Bai's eyes condensed, seeing Zong Zhengbin's expression of pain on his face, he suddenly became more careful. He remembered that he had had such a reaction. At that time, He Wang once gave himself a crane rouge pill, and with this pill, he survived a difficult time.
Could it be that Zong Zhengbin was taking this kind of pill at this time. Mo Bai's black eyes locked on Zong Zhengbin, paying attention to his every move.
If he is really taking this kind of pill, then he can only find a way to survive the expiration date of the pill.
At this time, Zong Zhengbin's aura continued to rise. Soon he had already broken through his original cultivation base of the middle period of the pill formation, breaking through upwards all the time.
Mo Bai was secretly surprised, and the white light on his body also flashed quickly.
Zong Zhengbin was pressed down by that huge mountain. Although his flashing figure is very fast, he has not been able to escape the attack range of the mountain. This caused a surge of breath in his body, and a mouthful of unstoppable blood spurted out.
He knew that facing two core formation cultivators, it was absolutely difficult to win by relying on his current cultivation base. What's more, he now has injuries on his body, which makes his strength even more compromised.
Fortunately, he was carrying a secret pill made by the Zongzheng family, which could raise the monk's cultivation to one or two levels. The elixir of this pill is secretly made by the ancestors of the clan of the Zongzheng family based on an incomplete ancient recipe.
This is just a broken ancient prescription. Many spiritual herbs recorded in ancient prescriptions no longer exist nowadays. However, the ancestor of the Zongzheng family based on his many years of experience in refining pills. Replaced with many spirit herbs with similar effects. After more than ten years, a furnace was finally refined.
This time, Zong Zhengbin wanted to enter this ancient cave mansion. In case of unexpected events. So I asked the ancestors for this pill.
Although this pill has a peculiar effect, it has sequelae. For the monks in the battle, it was fatal. Although the pill can improve the cultivation base, it is temporary after all. And the time is only valid within half a quarter of an hour. After half an hour, even a mortal can knock him down.
This is what Zong Zhengbin was worried about before taking the pill. However, the four people in front of him, one in the early stage of alchemy, one in the middle of alchemy, and two monks in the foundation stage. If this pill can raise one's cultivation base to the peak of the late stage of pill formation. These people, he is sure to kill them within ten breaths of time.
Mo Yan'er also saw Zong Zhengbin's changes. She was secretly anxious, but she had been entangled by the red silk and couldn't get out of her body at all. There was only one shot of the storage bag, and the pitch-black flag streamers were sacrificed. The black dragon had turned into a black light and flew towards Zong Zhengbin.
Wu Chang and Huang Bing, who stood by, felt a strong pressure suddenly fall from the sky without any cover, and immediately enveloped the two of them. Wu Changmu was startled, and his expression suddenly panicked.
Huang Bing also woke up in contemplation. A cold sweat appeared on her.
Facing Zong Zhengbin's coercion, a cyan light appeared on Mo Bai's head, and the cyan gourd had already gleamed with white light. A giant sword appeared and turned into a light to fly towards Zong Zhengbin like lightning.
Two attacks, one white and one black, flew towards Zong Zhengbin. After all, Mo Bai himself had such an experience, so he wanted to interrupt Zong Zhengbin's cultivation process. This will somewhat affect the efficacy of the pill.
Looking at the two attacks coldly, Zong Zhengbin showed a sneer at the corner of his mouth. An unprecedented power was controlled by him. He snorted coldly, pinched the magic trick, and the strange characters shining on his body suddenly became brighter.
Divine Sense locked in two attacks at the same time and waved his sleeves. The two weird characters immediately greeted them with two red rays of light.
These weird characters are the magic weapon of the clan ancestor, who helped him refine his life, which can be offensive and defensive. Although Zong Zhengbin didn't know what the character was refined, but since it was given by the ancestors. It must not be Fanpin. In addition, he has entered the pill formation period for many years, and this magic weapon of life has been warm and nourished for a long time. So its power is not small.
As the two characters were ejected by Zong Zhengbin, the two red lights came out. With two long red rays of light, they collided fiercely with the attacks performed by Mo Bai and Mo Yan'er.
"boom."
A deep pit was blown out in a clearing in front of the three of them.
The ink-colored Jiaolong made a low choking sound. He quickly flew back to the pitch-black flag streamer. The huge sword sprayed by the cyan gourd, the white light suddenly faded, retracted into the cyan gourd. Mo Bai felt the cyan gourd cyan light dimmed, and it seemed that both attacks had received considerable damage.
The opposite Zong Zhengbin was only slightly startled, and it seemed that he had not been affected much.
Seeing this scene, Mo Bai's pupils shrank slightly. The body couldn't help taking two steps back.
A grinning smile came from Zong Zhengbin's mouth, and saw his right hand waved in the direction of Mo Yan'er. The entangled red threads continued to spin quickly. Mo Yan'er is under siege.
But at this moment, he once again cast his gaze on Mo Bai, there was something he wanted in this person, so he wanted to kill this person in the first place. A fierce light suddenly appeared in Zong Zhengbin's eyes. (To be continued) (End of this chapter)