Chapter 31: Echo Talisman "Very good." Rong Qing nodded. "As for how to distribute the final proceeds, we will discuss it in detail after we kill that cultivator." Yun Tong had no objection to this. There's no point in saying this before you kill that person. "I don't know the name of that person." Yun Tong shared the information without hesitation, "I only know that this group of people use ghost masks as their symbol." He took out a piece of talisman paper from his storage bag, lowered his head and pressed it on his forehead, then immediately handed the talisman paper to Rong Qing. This talisman paper, called Huiying, can temporarily record what the cultivator is thinking. Rong Qing took it naturally, and pressed the talisman paper against her forehead with her long fingers. If you want to see Yun Tong’s experience at that time, use the Echo Talisman. This is recognized by the cultivation world as the safest way. The vast ocean seen in the field of vision should be somewhere in the South China Sea.
The next moment, a black spear was thrown from afar. Its speed was so fast that a violent sonic boom suddenly sounded above the sea, like a muffled thunder. Yun Tong's reaction was very quick. Facing the tip of the gun right in front of her, it was too late to dodge! She could only try her best to block it. With both hands, he quickly made hand gestures and summoned the magic weapon in the storage bag. The life magic weapon was too important, so most monks would store many auxiliary magic weapons in their storage bags. Even if the magic weapons used for defense were used by monks with rich wealth, they would have many kinds to deal with different situations. Rong Qing didn't know what Yun Tong's assets were. She only saw that the magic weapon Yun Tong summoned was in the shape of a shield, and the magic light was not obvious. The rank of a magical weapon cannot be determined with the naked eye. The only way to test its effectiveness is to see it in actual combat. Can it be blocked? The tip of the black spear was filled with sharpness and murderous intent. Before it could completely reach Yun Tong's defensive magic weapon, its absolute speed and power had already forced the shield-shaped magic weapon to emit a bright light. Over the limit! Yun Tong half voluntarily and half helplessly spurted out a mouthful of blood. It just happened to spray on the shield-shaped magic weapon that began to show cracks. As soon as the blood essence came into contact, it was quickly absorbed into the gap. It was as if there was a big mouth inside the magic weapon, greedily absorbing it. The spear's attack paused for a moment. Blocked? Yun Tong's eyes were filled with ecstasy. He didn't even have time to feel sad about the serious damage to the magic weapon. If you lose your magic weapon, you can buy another one, but you only have one life. The other party could not possibly be a Nascent Soul cultivator. If he was, it would be easy to kill him. And the momentum of this black spear made his meridians ache slightly. This was definitely a high-level technique. As we all know, cultivators who possess high-level techniques are all extraordinary, either in terms of strength or background. Who is the other party? ! No matter what... after performing such a high-level technique, the remaining spiritual power will never exceed 50%! It is impossible to use it again. Even if the magic weapon is broken as a price, Yun Tong's chances of winning are not small. As if someone had guessed what Yun Tong was thinking, a sneer came from a distance. The spear, which had been stagnant, suddenly glowed with black light! Not good! Yun Tong's eyes widened, and his hand gestures changed rapidly. He wanted to cast another defensive spell on the shield-shaped magic weapon, even if it consumed a lot of spiritual power.
But it was too late. He spat out a mouthful of blood uncontrollably, and his face quickly turned pale. Although the shield-shaped magic weapon was not a life-saving magic weapon, it had a close spiritual connection with its owner. The huge pressure brought by the sudden explosion of the black spear had already shown signs on Yun Tong before it appeared on the shield-shaped magic weapon. After the blood spurted out, Yun Tong's face turned pale, and the gap that had disappeared due to the feeding of blood essence reappeared. This time, Yun Tong could only watch the gap getting bigger and bigger. In less than a breath, the entire shield-shaped magic weapon exploded into many fragments, and the largest fragment was no bigger than a palm. The fragments of the exploded magic weapon flew in all directions like fireworks. Yun Tong didn't care about the pain at all. Because after the black spear pierced his defense magic weapon, it was still moving forward with great momentum! At this moment, the hand gestures turned, and a huge golden net suddenly appeared, blocking Yuntong and the spear. Yun Tong stared at the spear. The shield-shaped magic weapon was his most commonly used and best defensive magic weapon. Losing it was like losing half of his wealth. However, the explosion of the shield-shaped magic weapon also bought him enough time to perform his defensive magic. Pain? As a Jindan casual cultivator, he had experienced far more battles than some of the useless people in the sect who had been blessed by their ancestors. Most of the pain was not severe enough to cause fainting, so he could suppress it and stay calm. The damage to the magic weapon had a significant impact on him, but it definitely would not affect his next response. The monks fought against each other, and sometimes the opportunity came in a fleeting moment. "Is this the only way to save your life?" The voice was filled with unspeakable disappointment. In Yun Tong's field of vision, a barefoot man wearing a ghost mask suddenly appeared. He was burly, with black hair and an extremely imposing aura. The most special thing was the evil ghost mask covering his entire face. His face was dark green, and there were three long horns on his forehead. Two of the horns were symmetrical and slightly shorter. The horn located between the eyebrows was the longest, and there were spiral patterns on it. The tips of these three horns were extremely sharp and glowed with a cold light. Even more bizarre was the eyes of this mask. The eyes were not hollowed out to reveal the eyes of its owner, but belonged to the eyes of this mask itself. The whole body was dark, with only a needle-like pupil in the center of the eye. When it met the eyes of the monk, its weirdness seemed to scare the other party away. Below that is its flat snout and wide mouth with four fangs protruding from it. As soon as this mask appeared in Yun Tong's field of vision, it grabbed all of Yun Tong's attention. Therefore, when Rong Qing examined the Huiying Talisman, she observed the various details of this evil ghost mask very clearly and in detail. Just when Yun Tong's attention was uncontrollably drawn to the evil ghost mask, the two extremely powerful spells finally collided head-on! The tip of the black spear pierced the gap in the giant golden net. The gaps on the golden giant net were very large. It seemed that the black spear was more than enough to penetrate them. However, the invisible resistance firmly locked the tip of the spear, causing the black spear's explosive attack to stagnate again. The tip of a needle meets the tip of a wheat spike! One attack and one defense, a huge airflow exploded. Yun Tong, who had suffered internal injuries and consumed a lot of spiritual energy, was pushed far away by the huge force because he was too close to the collision. Yun Tong was not stupid, at this moment, he followed the force and flew far away, but he continued to pay attention to the place where the golden giant net and the black spear's spiritual power were entangled. The black spear was blocked again and again, and without the follow-up spiritual power from its owner, after blasting a defensive magic weapon to pieces and smashing Yun Tong's extremely powerful defensive spell, it finally withdrew and gradually disappeared... Seeing this, Yun Tong couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. Finally, he had solved this high-level magic. He stared at the barefoot man. What other tricks did he have? The monk, whose face was completely covered by the evil ghost mask, could not tell what his expression was under the mask. Yun Tong did not control his body to stop. While being thrown away by the force, he watched the barefoot man getting farther and farther away from his sight, but he did not move. Has he given up? This thought was inappropriate. Yun Tong was not such a naive cultivator. It was nothing, but this barefoot man gave him a very strange feeling, and the unfamiliar high-level technique gave him too much pressure. The next moment, Yun Tong's ankles seemed to be tightly wrapped by some thorny vines. Sure enough, it came! There was no way the barefoot man would let him go so easily. Yun Tong gritted his teeth. He still had 30% of his spiritual power in his body, enough to execute a method of escape. If you can't beat them, run away! There's nothing shameful about that. He bit the tip of his tongue, hoping to force out a stream of blood to speed up the performance of his escape technique. Suddenly, he felt a chill, as if someone was hugging him from behind.
What kind of magic is this? This thought flashed through his mind, because his vision went dark. Not only can I not see, but what is even more terrifying is that my five senses are fading and my spiritual consciousness is being gradually imprisoned. will die. will die! ! For the first time, Yun Tong felt this great terror very clearly. If he didn't fight hard, he would have no chance. A small seal was suspended in the Dantian. This seal was extremely delicate and did not emit any precious light. However, any cultivator who saw it would first feel that this thing was extraordinary. At this moment, it suddenly disappeared in the dantian. "what?" The barefoot man was clearly very far away, but the sound of doubt was close at hand. A shadow suddenly appeared on the sea. People living by the sea are already accustomed to the phenomenon of sea mirages, but this scene is definitely not a coincidence of light. "Bai, Shi, Guan." Although his eyes were covered by the mask, it did not affect the barefoot man's vision at all. He recited word by word. Yun Tong felt the familiar dizziness, and his heart was already very calm. This method of saving his life had never let him down. This time he would definitely be able to escape. But as the barefoot man's words came, Yun Tong's heart was overwhelmed with turmoil. He actually recognized the words on it! You have to know that Yun Tong is the master of Baishi Temple, so he could know this name from that small seal. Because the characters are too unfamiliar and there is no original prototype. No matter how shocked Yun Tong was, the shadow of the Taoist temple only appeared for a very short time. Before it completely disappeared, Yun Tong had already been teleported away from here. (End of this chapter)