"It's finally about to hatch!"
There was an uncontrollable smile on Zhang Yang's face.
Silver-winged devil ant, this is a famous devil insect in the fairy world.
Back then, Zhang Yang had already integrated the body of one party and eight directions, and he was easily broken by the silver-winged demon ants of Yan Gong and Yan Po.
You must know that the silver-winged magic ants cultivated by Yan Gong and Yan Po are just newborns, and they already have such power. If they are cultivated to mature ones, their power will be so powerful that they will definitely become Zhang Yang's ultimate move. .
Moreover, the most frightening thing about the silver-winged magic ants is their huge number. At the beginning, Zhang Yang spent a lot of time collecting a large number of flying ant carcasses, which are now used as feed for the silver-winged magic ants. If all goes well, a large number of terrifying silver-winged magic ants will surely be born.
Of course, this is all planning. What Zhang Yang urgently needs to do now is to cultivate these silver-winged magic ants first.
Seeing that the silver-winged devil ant was about to break its shell, human Zhang Yang didn't dare to delay too much.
The formulas in his hands were squeezed repeatedly, and each seal was formed, and they were printed towards the ant eggs in the wooden box.
hum—
In the bursts of rhythmic fluctuations, Zhang Yang could clearly feel that the ant eggs were expressing resistance.
Zhang Yang was not annoyed but happy. There is a feeling of resistance, which means that the consciousness of the little flying ant has begun to awaken. Moreover, from the degree of resistance, Zhang Yang could see that although the little flying ant's consciousness had begun to awaken, it was obviously not too strong, and it was the best time to strike.
The magic arts in his hand were pinched again and again, and the seals were printed one by one without interruption.
The strange characters, like falling snowflakes, swayed far away and merged into the ant eggs.
The integration of every character is like a blow from a heavy hammer.
It can be clearly felt that the consciousness of the little flying ant is getting weaker and weaker.
Although the consciousness of these little flying ants has just awakened, they are the famous silver-winged magic ants after all, and it is not so easy to subdue them.
Therefore, the principle adopted by Zhang Yang is to convince him first.
These handprints are specially used to attack these young souls.
The attack effect is undoubtedly very good.
After a stick of incense, Zhang Yang could clearly feel that those young souls were completely beaten, became extremely weak, and began to send out signals for mercy.
The human Zhang Yang smiled lightly without hesitation.
Gently swipe your fingers across your wrist, and with the surge of mana, several drops of natal essence and blood are forced out.
With a flick of the finger.
Swish!
The life essence and blood were thrown away immediately.
Zhang Yang stretched his five fingers, and his mana fluctuated.
Boo!
Under the impact of mana, these few drops of natal blood turned into drops of blood mist, drifted away, and fell on the ant eggs.
There was almost no resistance, and the blood mist was easily absorbed by the ant eggs.
At the same time, Zhang Yang obviously felt a little closer to these ant eggs. And the power of the soul fluctuating in the ant egg also sends out a clear force of closeness to itself.
It worked!
Zhang Yang knew that he had succeeded!
The silver-winged devil ant has been completely subdued by him.
Of course, this is not something that can be accomplished overnight. In the past few decades in the new ring hut, the human Zhang Yang almost seems to have grown up here, often using the power of spiritual consciousness to try to communicate with the eggs of these silver-winged magic ants.
On the basis of these, together with the means just now, these silver-winged magic ants can be regarded as completely subdued.
Click!
Click!
There was a slight cracking sound, and all the little ant eggs burst open.
Little silver-winged devil ants came out of the eggshells, with big eyes, sharp teeth, and sticky and wet wings on the back...
The first thing they do when they are born is to hug their eggshells. "Crack! Crack!" Three mouthfuls in two, devouring everything.
As soon as he was born, his teeth could crush an eggshell so easily... Zhang Yang couldn't help but sigh with emotion.
The newly born silver-winged devil ants can't fly yet, but their soft feet can already crawl on the ground. Climb over, leaving a trail of mucus on the ground, wet.
However, Zhang Yang didn't find these things disgusting. On the contrary, there was only joy in his heart.
This little thing may look weak now, but when it grows up, it will be a powerful fighting force! Even Da Luo Jinxian, in front of the large-scale silver-winged demon ants, could only end up fleeing in a hurry.
Slowly, slowly, the body of the little silver-winged devil ant began to harden, turning into a carapace-like existence.
hum—
After about half an incense stick, the sound of flapping wings sounded, and the first silver-winged magic ant flew up.
hum—
And then the second one.
buzz buzz —
Soon, the sound of the silver-winged magic ants flapping their wings became one.
These golden-winged magic ants are as small as a grain of rice.
Zhang Yang remembered that the silver-winged demon ants that Yan Gong and Yan Po had envoys had been cultivated for tens of hundreds of years. With their wealth in the Golden Core stage, it was impossible to have any good materials to use, and the silver-winged ants Magic ants can grow to the size of a thumb.
Zhang Yang is confident that it will take hundreds of years to make these little silver-winged magic ants have a certain fighting power.
…
Just when Zhang Yang succeeded in cultivating the silver-winged magic ants, Fu Cang also gained a lot.
Surrounding it is a dry desert with long yellow sand and rolling gravel.
boom-
Suddenly, there was a bang, and the sand and soil in a radius of tens of miles was overturned by the huge explosive force, flying all over the sky.
call out!
Along with the sand, a tall figure soared into the sky.
Boom!
Both feet landed heavily on the ground, and his figure of more than four feet tall seemed burly with spiritual consciousness. With kinky muscles and hair all over his body, he is exactly the Fucang of the God of the Titan Giant Ape.
"Hahahaha... Sure enough, there are still! The formations laid down by the old man, not to mention the current declining cultivation world, even in the ancient cultivation world, it is impossible for anyone to discover it!"
Fukura laughed triumphantly.
But the actual situation is that before being sealed, Fu Cang arranged a total of ten caves in the cultivation world to hide his treasures.
Including all kinds of spiritual herbs, pills, treasures, etc. collected throughout his life, they were all divided into more than a dozen parts and hidden.
But up to now, only half of Fucang has been excavated, and the remaining half has long been excavated by people in the cultivation world as "ancient relics".
This is not to say that the magic circle designed by Fu Cang is not exquisite, but because the time is too long, the number of human monks is too large, and the range of activities is also wide. These caves that are not guarded by anyone are dead things. Someone is always bumped into by accident.
Even so, Fu Cang was already very happy.
"With these things, the old man's strength is expected to recover. Jiuying should also have a chance."
Fu Cang looked extremely excited.
boom-
The mana soared, like a shock wave, soaring into the sky, heading towards Jiuying.
…
boom!
In Bishan Hantan, a tall shadow was suspended in the air, directly attacking with magic power.
Swish!
A figure flashed, and a roc Garuda appeared outside the cave.
"Who dares to attack my cave?" Garuda's figure flashed, and it transformed into a human.
Looking at the titan great ape in front of him, he wasn't terribly afraid.
Everyone is a level nine monster, who is afraid of whom? What's more, Jin Dapeng thought that Osangda and Juwei were behind him. At the critical moment, the master Jiuying would definitely make a move. Could it be that he was afraid of a giant ape
"Hmph! A little bird, what a rampage! Tell Jiuying that Fu Cang is here, and tell him to end the retreat quickly and come out to meet him."
Fu Cang snorted coldly, with a bold voice.
"Fu...Senior Fucang?" Jin Dapeng's tone was trembling. He did not witness the process of Fu Cang's escape. At that time, he had been sent back here by Jiuying to guard the cave.
However, as a prehistoric monster, Fu Cang's name was naturally heard of.
Moreover, when Fu Cang was speaking, the huge aura erupting from his body was definitely not what a little nine-level titan giant ape should have.
Jin Dapeng was almost certain in an instant that this titan ape was definitely not a fake.
"Fucang is old and doesn't repair it, so why embarrass the younger generation!"
A magnetic voice sounded, immediately making Jin Dapeng feel relaxed.
Crash!
An opening was opened in the mountain guard formation, and a delicate figure came out, but it was Juwei.
"My master has invited Senior Fucang." Ju Wei's face was calm.
"Hey! Old Jiuying is really getting bigger and bigger!" Fu Cang snorted coldly, but he didn't say much, and with a flash of his figure, he had already entered the cave.
Jiuying's Dongfu is as gorgeous as a palace. The furnishings in the cave are all exquisitely carved, and there are rare treasures everywhere.
"Old Jiuying, you will enjoy it!" Fu Cang sat down on a gorgeous chair carelessly.
"Looking at your aura, compared to a few years ago, your aura doesn't seem to have improved at all, and even declined. Don't tell me, you haven't had time to retreat these years, have you? Is it possible that you are so naive that you think that you will lose your breath?" After Huan and Bi Wang are settled, the world will be peaceful, right?" Jiu Ying looked at Fu Cang and couldn't help but sneer.
"Hmph! Do you think the old man is one of those fledgling boys? The old man has not spent these years in vain."
Fucang's aura is indeed not as good as when he just got out of trouble. This is all because he encountered some troubles when he was looking for his sealed caves.
I don't know how many years have passed by before Fucang was sealed, the cave has changed a lot, and it is extremely difficult to find it again.
There was even a time when Fu Cang strayed into a dangerous place, and with his cultivation base, he escaped after suffering some injuries.
With a wave of Fucang's sleeve robe, a Nawu ring fell into Jiuying's hands through an arc.
Jiuying took it, and just probed with his spiritual sense a little. Even with his strong state of mind, he couldn't help but flash a happy look on his face.
"You things..."
"That's right! It's the old man who has prepared in advance. The old man's savings at the peak of the year, but now he has got back 60%. Apart from those things in the Nawu ring, if there is anything else you need, feel free to say it. This old man can also help." Fu Cang had a complacent expression on his face.
Jiuying nodded, but this time he was not being polite. He put away the joke, and after thinking for a while, he said, "Xue Yuan Pill, Qiulong Blood Essence, Qilin Horn, Earth Tortoise Shell, Bixi Blood Essence..."
Jiuying talked about nearly a hundred kinds of things in a row. These things include spirit herbs, medicine pills, monster materials and other things. However, without exception, they are all things that do not exist in the world of comprehension today.
Hearing this, Fu Cang's eyes widened immediately.
"Old Jiuying, the old man is sincerely helping you. You don't mean to take the opportunity to rob, right? There are so many things, even at the fair in ancient times, I'm afraid you might not be able to gather them all, right? You just opened your mouth."
Jiuying had a wry smile on his face, shook his head and said:
"To tell you the truth, fellow daoists, I really have to gather so many things to be sure that I can recover 90% of my strength within two thousand years. This is because I snatched a mustard seed that can speed up time among the human race not long ago. Hut. In that mustard seed hut, two thousand years is equivalent to 20,000 years... If there were no such things, the recovery time would be delayed far away."
"Hmph! No wonder you want to lead the monsters to sweep the world of human comprehension. I'm afraid you want to gather all the savings of the various sects to see if you can get all these things together?" Fu Cang asked.
"Not bad! However, I still overestimated today's cultivation world. Although they obtained a lot of treasures from various ancient ruins, most of them were used up in the process of cultivating disciples. Therefore, I just collected all It’s just a small part.” Jiuying sighed.
Fu Cang sneaked his spiritual consciousness into his receiving ring, tidied it up a little, and with a flick of his finger, each piece of treasure, like a parabola, drew an arc and fell into Jiuying's hands.
"The old man is not sure to collect all the things you mentioned. Now there are only more than 70 pieces, and there are more than a dozen pieces. I'm afraid you can't get them all." In Fu Cang's voice, there was no gloating this time.
"Hmm! There are so many, it's beyond my imagination. Only a dozen kinds are missing, and I'm afraid my recovery time will be doubled. More than 40,000 years, with the acceleration of the mustard hut, more than 4,000 years will be enough. "Jiu Ying sorted out the newly acquired things, thought for a while and said.
"Four thousand years? I don't know if those old monsters in the fairy world will give us so much time." Fu Cang frowned slightly.
"What about you? How long will it take you to recover?" Jiuying asked instead.
"I also have a small thousand world whose time law is different from that of the great thousand world. The flow rate is also ten times faster. With the help of this small thousand world, I can recover in just over a thousand years." Fu Cang's voice Full of confidence.
"Well! Although you escaped later, you recovered earlier than me."
"Hey, the old man's Soul Condensation Dafa is not vegetarian." Fu Cang smiled triumphantly.
The Soul Condensation Dafa is the barrier for Fu Cang to maintain his strength after being suppressed for so many years in the body of a Nascent Soul.
"The key now is that we must seize every opportunity to restore our strength as soon as possible. The other thing is to pay attention to little friend Zhang Yang. Under the current situation in the cultivation world, if we can grow such a strong man, if the opportunity is right, little friend Zhang Yang will be able to grow up in the future." Achievements will not be lower than you and me."
"That's right! Even the two seniors Teng value Zhang Yang so much. In my opinion, Senior Teng regards him as the successor of the Wuman clan. It is neither you nor me who will turn the fairy world upside down in the future. It will be little friend Zhang Yang!"
When Zhang Yang was mentioned, the eyes of the two old fellows almost lit up.
If Zhang Yang saw this scene, he would probably feel his hair stand on end, and his chrysanthemum would become tense.
"It's just that there is a little trouble. Little friend Zhang Yang is currently a high-level flying zombie. It is easy to say and troublesome to advance to Hanba. If he breaks through suddenly one day, I'm afraid it will not be your blessing." Nine Baby suddenly said.
"Well! This, leave it to me!" Fu Cang nodded, "Okay! There are also those old non-cultivators in the cultivation world who have passed the tribulation period. If they can be gathered together, it will be a big force."
"Hmph!" Jiuying snorted coldly, "Them? Don't count on it. For thousands of years, I have led the demon clan to sweep away the human race, but I have never seen any of them show their heads. gone."
"Save your life? I'm afraid they can't help it? When our strength recovers to a certain level, will they still have a choice?" Fu Cang snorted coldly.
…
Roar-
Amidst waves of roars, a group of monsters ran wildly in front of them.
buzz buzz —
Behind these monsters, amidst the buzzing sound of fluttering wings, black "dark clouds" were seen floating in the air.
If you look closely, you will find that there are no dark clouds here, they are clearly flying ants with hideous faces and huge sharp teeth.
Of course, these were not the flying ants with the blood of the Fire Sand Ant that escaped from the ruins of the Immortal Mansion, but the silver-winged magic ants.
Above the silver-winged devil ant, there was a golden streamer, and Zhang Yang squeezed the magic weapon tightly in his hand, and urged him repeatedly, the speed of the silver-winged devil ant was obviously faster by more than one point.
Finally, a mournful howl sounded, and the "dark cloud" had already caught up with the group of monsters in front.
call-
Seeing that there was no way to escape, a fiery lion was aroused fiercely, turned its head, opened its mouth wide, and spewed out a ball of fire.
The intense flames instantly devoured a group of silver-winged demon ants behind them.
hum—
The tragic death scene as imagined did not appear, but seeing those silver-winged magic ants just twirled and passed through the flames, most of them were unscathed, only the first few were burned by the flames, and their wings were scorched , fell to the ground, but did not die.
The other silver-winged magic ants had already swarmed up, and within a short time, they devoured the group of monsters completely.
Zhang Yang, on the other hand, made a pinch of magic.
hum—
As the silver-winged magic ants circled in the air, a small group of about a dozen separated out, drew an arc, went straight to the ground, opened its mouth wide, and swallowed all the silver-winged magic ants on the ground that were injured and lost the ability to escape. devour.
After this devouring, the energy of this group of silver-winged magic ants obviously fluctuated, and their aura became stronger.
The initial growth of the silver-winged magic ants is the easiest. They only need to keep eating to achieve the goal of growth.
Of course, this is only very easy for Zhang Yang.
Because, to envoy the silver-winged magic ants requires a lot of spiritual consciousness. The more envoys there are, the stronger the silver-winged magic ants will be, and the more consciousness will be consumed.
If it was just a Golden Core cultivator, he might have reached his limit to control twenty or thirty newborn silver-winged demon ants at one time, and it is estimated that he would not even last for half a cup of tea.
In that case, it would be wishful thinking to let the silver-winged magic ants hunt and kill other monsters.
Like Zhang Yang's divine sense, he can command tens of thousands of silver-winged magic ants at one time, and he can persist for more than an hour. Not to mention his own combat power, these tens of thousands of silver-winged magic ants alone are enough to sweep away most beasts. group.
Therefore, things that are extremely difficult in the eyes of others, in Zhang Yang's hands, become extremely simple.
"who!"
Zhang Yang squeezed the magic weapon in his hand, and was about to make the silver-winged magic ants leave here, when the blue light flashed in his eyes, he suddenly felt a strange fluctuation not far away. Like a black whirlwind, the silver-winged devil ants rolled towards that wave.
call-
A burst of mana fluctuations swept away all those silver-winged magic ants.
"It's the old man!"
In the old voice, Fu Cang appeared.
"Hey! Brother Zhang is very vigilant!" He sneaked in and was discovered, with Fu Cang's old face, he also felt a little bit overwhelmed.
"So it's Big Brother Fucang! Big Brother, what orders do you have here?" Zhang Yang was very polite.
While speaking, he pinched the magic weapon in his hand and waved his sleeve robe.
Like a long dragon absorbing water, it instantly sucked up the surrounding silver-winged magic ants.
The sky was instantly quiet.
"I can't talk about the order, but I just came to see Brother Zhang. How is your cultivation progress?" Fu Cang said with a smile, and then nodded, "Yeah! The advancement is not bad! High-level flying stiff, powerful mana, and stable mood... so Under the situation, it seems that a breakthrough may be made at any time, and the advanced level has reached the pinnacle of rigidity."
At this time, more than 300 years have passed since Gou Huan. During these 300 years, Fu Cang has devoted himself to cultivation and his strength has steadily improved.
He had something to worry about, so he took advantage of the gap in his practice to go out to have a look.
"Well! My little brother also feels that a breakthrough may be possible at any time, but there is only a missing opportunity. Hard training will not succeed, so coming out to sacrifice this silver-winged magic ant is also a chance to find a breakthrough!" Zhang Yang nodded.
Fu Cang hesitated a little, and said:
"There is a sentence, but my brother has to say it."
"Brother Fucang is worried that when the younger brother breaks through, Lei Jie will attract powerful people from the fairy world?" Zhang Yang asked with a smile.
"Oh? What did you think of?" Fu Cang's eyes lit up, and he stared at Zhang Yang with interest and asked.
"There has been a lot of movement in the realm of comprehension recently, and I think it has already attracted the attention of the big bosses in the fairy world. The reason why they didn't act was not because they didn't want to, but because the barriers between the two worlds were too thick. They had to pass through the thunder tribulation to have a chance Arriving in the realm of comprehension. The stronger the cultivator, the greater the resistance and the more dangers he will face when he descends. And those big bosses in the fairy world, although they don't know what happened in the realm of comprehension, they do know , ordinary monks will definitely not be able to cope with it. Therefore, if it comes again, it is very likely to be a golden fairy, or even a golden fairy of Daluo. And if such a monk wants to come... the thunder catastrophe without the period of transcending the catastrophe, I am afraid that he will almost die. Although it's just a flying stiff, but it still has some strength, I believe that my flying stiff advanced to the Thunder Tribulation of Hanba, which is enough to open the way for Da Luo Jinxian to descend."
Zhang Yang talked eloquently. With Zhang Yang's wisdom, these things have already been clearly thought out.
"Hahaha..." Fu Cang laughed loudly, "Good! What a homo sapiens!"
Fu Cang clapped his palms and laughed, looking at Zhang Yang with more appreciation.
"Since Brother Zhang understands these principles, what are the countermeasures?" Fu Cang asked.
"Countermeasures? What other countermeasures are there?" Zhang Yang smiled wryly, "We can only practice more supernatural powers. As for promotion, we will be suppressed a little when we reach the state of Flying Zombie Dzogchen. At least we have to wait for Brother Fucang You and Jiuying regained their strength and won a battle before advancing to the next level. Otherwise, if those powerful people from the fairy world are really attracted to come, their first target may be me, the kid."
"Hahaha... If that's the case, brother is worrying too much. Brother Zhang, don't worry, brother will make some preparations. Maybe the situation will change before you advance to Mao Zong Dzogchen."
Zhang Yang was a little bit old when he heard the words, but he didn't dare to believe anything.
"Brother, let me leave now. There are still those old non-cultivators in the cultivation world. I will meet them. On the one hand, it is to prevent other people from the cultivation world from going through the thunder disaster, and on the other hand, we can't let them live too peacefully." gone."
A sinister light flashed in Fu Cang's eyes, and he left.
After Zhang Yang thought for a while, his figure flashed and he fled to the distance.
…
Arctic icebergs.
call out-
A stream of light pierced the sky and flew towards it at an extremely fast speed.
Crash!
With a crisp sound, the ice layer cracked, and a thin figure jumped out, eyes fixed on the streamer.
Boom!
The stream of light was getting closer and closer, and when it reached the top of the head, it fell heavily on the ground like a cannonball, causing the entire ice surface to tremble.
More than four feet tall, hairy all over, with knotted muscles, and a pair of sharp eyes... Fucang!
The person who came was Fu Cang!
On the opposite side, the eyes of that thin and small figure flashed brightly, and soon regained their composure. A smile appeared on his face as thin as old tree bark: "I heard rumors that Fellow Daoist Fucang was out of trouble, so it turned out to be the case, really gratifying!"
"Hmph!" Fu Cang was displeased, and he snorted coldly, "What are you! You are only a cultivator in the tribulation period, and you dare to be called the same generation as the old man?"
The smile on the old bark's face froze immediately, and he snorted in the same way: "Does your excellency think that you are still the Fucang who crossed the two worlds? You have been trapped for countless years, and you have just escaped, and you can only live with a ninth-level monster." In the body of the beast... the old man is willing to make friends with your peers because of your previous reputation. If you don't want to, hmph! No way, not only the old man, but also other fellow Taoists can only regard you as A ninth-level junior."
With this sentence.
I saw two figures flickering behind him, slowly emerging.
One of them is tall and burly, a magnificent man. The other one was a dwarf who was as short as a child.
These two people were connected to the old and thin figure just now, and the three of them stood in a row, posing as if they were advancing together and retreating together.
"Oh? It seems that the three have already prepared?"
Fu Cang's gaze was cold, sweeping over the three of them.
The three of them couldn't help but tremble. However, considering his cultivation during the tribulation period, and the three of them side by side, there is really nothing to be afraid of. So, they all raised their shoulders.
"That's right! Back then, Fellow Daoist Jiuying led the demon clan to sweep away the human race, but none of us old fellows made a move... Fellow Daoist Fucang should know about this, right?" At this time, the dwarf boy spoke in a very thin voice, but There is no shortage of respect. Obviously, this is an extremely cautious person.
The shadow of a person, the name of a tree.
Although Fu Cang only showed the strength of a ninth-level monster now, it was comparable to the cultivation level of a human cultivator.
However, thinking about his great name in the legend, this dwarf boy didn't dare to be careless in the slightest.
Hearing this, the thin old man glanced at the dwarf boy, with a flash of disdain on his face.
"Not bad! So what?"
Fu Cang saw all this, but didn't say much.
"We know that Fellow Daoist Fucang's intention here is nothing more than wanting us to fight against the punishment that may come from the fairy world. We old guys have reached a consensus that we will not take care of the affairs of the cultivation world. The human race was wiped out by the monster race, and we didn't take any action... If there is any punishment from the fairy world, even if there are powerful people descending to the world, they will not take action. We old guys just want to practice with peace of mind, hoping to have a chance to ascend." The sharp voice of the dwarf boy explained.
"Oh? Then, do you think that if there are powerful people from the fairy world, they will give you a chance to be neutral?" Fu Cang asked back.
The dwarf boy was stunned, obviously not too sure, he could only sigh: "The decline of the cultivation world is no longer comparable to that in ancient times. Only this way can we have a chance to save our lives... The ancient cultivation world, Even if you suffer calamity because of fighting against the fairy world, let alone the current cultivation world?"
Beside him, the thin old man was already impatient.
"What more does Xiu want to say! Hmph! If it weren't for those people in the ancient cultivation world who overestimated their abilities and tried to fight against the great powers of the immortal world, how could the cultivation world have been interrupted by a few main spiritual veins, and it has become the current situation ?We have been cultivating hard all our lives, but when we reach the period of crossing the catastrophe, we are still unable to ascend, and can only watch helplessly as our life essence is exhausted... If it is not for the lack of resources, how could we be like this?"
The thin old man shouted and asked several times, his eyes flickered fiercely, obviously extremely resentful.
Although the aura of this thin old man is not weak, the lack of blood qi is obviously a sign that his life is about to expire.
The lifespan of a cultivator crossing the catastrophe is extremely long, but he is not immortal. Only by taking the time to ascend to the Immortal Realm can I rely on the aura of the Immortal Realm to advance again and obtain a longer lifespan, so that I can live forever, the sun and the moon decay and I am immortal! This is almost the consensus in the cultivation world today.
Therefore, monks in the transcending tribulation period seem to be extremely powerful, but in fact, the more they reach this level, the more they will feel the urgency of time and the difficulty of longevity.
"So, we are all to blame for this!" Fu Cang laughed angrily.
"That's right! Today, you think you can't fight against the mighty men of the fairy world, so you want to win us over... Hmph! How could we be fooled? Don't ask us to help you today, even yourself, prepare to leave me alone. !Although you have been sealed for countless years, since you are a great power in the ancient times, you must have a good net worth. If there is anything good, it belongs to our brothers."
As the thin old man said, he pinched the magic weapon in his hand, his mana fluctuated, and a small black umbrella appeared in his hand.
As soon as it appeared, it was opened immediately, surrounded by a black mist, faintly purple.
The burly guy who kept silent all the time followed up with a pair of sledgehammers, but they were a pair of fairy weapons.
In the end, the dwarf boy hesitated for a moment, his face flashed with struggle, and out of the consideration of advancing and retreating together, he also sacrificed his own treasure—a mace-like existence, which is also an immortal weapon.
"Sacred Artifact Plague Spring Umbrella? It seems that this is what you rely on, no wonder you dare to speak so brazenly!" Fu Cang muttered.
Fu Cang's indifferent expression made the thin old man feel bad. However, now that the arrow is on the string, it can only be shot.
"cover!"
The thin old man squeezed the magic weapon in his hand, and let out a loud shout.
call-
A gray mist, in the shape of a dragon, rolled towards Fucang.
The Plague Spring Umbrella is an offensive magic weapon, the main means of attack is to rely on the plague-like gray smoke to make the opponent lose their fighting power, or even fall to death directly.
This is a range-type attack magic weapon, used for mass destruction, with infinite power.
However, the tactic in the hands of the thin old man was to make the gray smoke present a single-target attack. Even with Fu Cang's strength, he didn't dare to try himself.
Of course, there is no need for Fu Cang to try himself.
But seeing him raise his left hand.
call-
A cyan ring was thrown out, rising against the wind, drawing an arc in the air, and smashing towards the thin old man from the side.
Artifact!
It is also an artifact!
The skinny old man's eyes widened in an instant, and he naturally knew the goods. Not daring to be careless in the slightest, he grasped the plague spring umbrella tightly with both hands, and drew a circle in the air.
call out!
The gray smoke immediately changed and rolled towards the blue ring.
The poisonous gas of the Plague Spring Umbrella can not only spread the plague, causing people to die or lose their combat effectiveness on the spot, but it can also corrode the aura of treasures.
The cyan ring is also a divine tool, but after being eroded by the mist of the plague spring umbrella, its speed also changed suddenly, and the aura was dim, but it still approached the thin old man, and there was a tendency to smash it.
The thin old man was overjoyed when he saw this, and squeezed the magic weapon in his hand, urging the plague spring umbrella to release more poisonous gas, trying to corrode the blue ring, intending to take this artifact away.
…
The two people next to him, when they saw the thin old man make a move, they also made a move.
The burly man stretched out his arms and struck hard with the sledgehammer.
Click!
Under the collision, a bolt of lightning shot directly towards Fucang.
The dwarf boy was holding the long handle of the mace tightly with his hands, holding it high above his head, under the fluctuation of mana.
Buzz!
With a soft sound, all the nails on the mace were ejected, like a shower of stars, heading towards the Fucang.
…
But looking at Fucang, he turned a deaf ear to these two attacks.
With a pinch of Fajue in his hand, he rubbed his palms together to form a knife, and held it up high.
The blazing light on the edge of the palm flickered, and it was chopped down hard.
Swish!
With a flash of light, the large incision technique was launched.
A blazing blade of light, in the blink of an eye, had already arrived in front of the thin old man.
Almost at the same time, the attacks of the burly man and the dwarf boy also came to Fu Cang, and it seemed that both sides were hurt.