Some battles come out of nowhere. After all, not everyone can clearly know where they are. Conflict of spirits, what a lovely word. A mirror was raised, spinning in the air, and countless wind blades flew out. In just a moment, this spell had already separated the heads of more than ten foundation-building monks who had no time to leave. At this moment, Yin Xueyan's eyes turned red. After all, such a normal attack is not too strenuous for foundation building. It is like that several members of the Wang family with advanced cultivation simply avoided it or used spells to resist it. But for these female monks of Su Xin Zhai who are not very good at fighting, the attacks of magic weapons in the late stage of pill formation are really too much for them. Ten fairies with delicate looks and fluttering clothes bloomed with blood flowers one after another, but the blood was so cold and uncomfortable. Yin Xueyan danced wildly with her white hair, and kept making kneading gestures in her hands, but was stopped by the ancestor of the Zhao family. The magic weapon the ancestor of the Zhao family took out was a paintbrush. The unique skill of the Zhao family in landscape painting was calligraphy and painting. Therefore, the Zhao family's magic weapon for forming pills is generally either a scroll or a brush, or a brush or a piece of calligraphy. The Shanshui Zhao family, which has been perfected for a long time, naturally has a good attack method. With one stroke, a dazzling white tiger appears and attacks Yin Xueyan with a roar.
The ancestor of the Zhu family's magic weapon is more interesting, it is a gold ingot. This magical weapon that seemed funny suddenly became huge and moved towards Yin Xueyan to suppress it. Yes, this Jin Yuanbao's magical weapon had one characteristic, that is, it was heavy. Under the stimulation of the magic formula, it was a force comparable to a mountain, and it suddenly suppressed Yin Xueyan. The suppressive power of this Jin Yuanbao and the perfection of the Shanshui Zhao family's spell matching skills, for a while, it was really Tangled up in Yin Xueyan. The bell on Yin Xueyan's hand rang wildly, and sound waves hit the two of them one after another. This was also a path Lan Chunxian had never imagined. Yin Xueyan's magic weapon had never been used well, but it had always been effective. This is an auxiliary magic weapon that can match Yin Xueyan's spells more smoothly, and can defend against a certain degree of mental shock. This is why even though Yin Xueyan is controlled by the mask, her whole person seems to be falling into hell, as if she is going to sink forever. Go down. But she still didn't succeed, and even countless charms were cast on Yin Xueyan. Yin Xueyan's mind still retained the last trace of clarity, and it never completely collapsed. It's because of this bracelet. The red rope on the bracelet is defense, and the bells are amplification tools. Through the sound of strings of bells, the magic of charm is transmitted. It's a pity that both the suppressive power of the Zhu family ancestor's gold ingot and the Zhao family ancestor's paintbrush have affected the performance of the bell to a certain extent. Although Yin Xueyan began to try other spells, one after another sonic attack killed the white tiger, but under the suppressive power of Jin Yuanbao, Yin Xueyan's spells were weakened to a certain extent. While Yin Xueyan was entangled by the two of them for a while, the ancestor of the Wang family faced off against the master of Fengyuan who had been the pride of heaven since childhood and was invincible among his peers. "Today, I will not choose to spare your life just for a little bit of vanity like I did before." "Old dog, do you still remember the time when you knelt down and begged me to spare your life?" "Today, I will take back this life." The ancestor of the Wang family just looked at the goggles quietly. This childhood playmate could not even be called a playmate. He was just a follower, and the protagonist was the master of Feng Dayuan. "Gengjing, thirty years to the east of the river, thirty years to the west of the river, you are no longer the young master of Langyuan." "Even Langyuan was destroyed in your hands." "If you really think that I really lost at your hands when I was a child, and if you are still so naive after all these years and think that I am kneeling to you, then today is the day you die!" Obviously, the ancestor of the Wang family is not afraid of goggles, and is even a little happy about it. He has always been tolerant and polite towards goggles, but once he has the opportunity, he is ready to tear off a piece of flesh without hesitation, or even He mercilessly wiped out the entire Langyuan. Obviously, this ancestor of the Wang family is not as relaxed as he expressed.
At least, the ancestor of the Wang family has never forgotten the matter of kneeling before the Lord of Fengyuan. As Feng Jing's magic weapon continues to shine, and as Feng Jing's hand techniques continue to change, Feng Jing is fully prepared to kill the ancestor of the Wang family here, and has even started his gorgeous performance. The ancestor of the Wang family didn't ask too much, and still let the crutch turn into a crutch. At that moment, Wang Miao raised his hand, and the whole crutch turned into a huge brush, and the head of the crutch was as black as ink. The ancestor of the Wang family turned his crutch, holding it with both hands, and pointed the big brush towards several wind blades. This set of exercises of the Wang family looks somewhat similar to those of the Shanshui Zhao family. They both use pens to draw something to fight the enemy, but in fact the two parties' methods are completely opposite. The Zhao family is based on the spirit. Whether it is a scroll or calligraphy and painting, it is just a medium. The real power is the spirit. Therefore, the Zhao family in landscapes often cultivates a noble and upright spirit, and often follows the Confucian path. But the Wang family is completely opposite. Wang Miao's pen uses evil methods, similar to the operation of Ten Thousand Ghost Banners, but he uses a large number of third-order and fourth-order monsters. The demon soul and demon marrow are tempered. The main material used in the entire brush is the hair and spine of fifth-level monsters. With the ink made from the souls and marrow of the monsters, one can outline the monsters one by one. Such monsters only have one-third or a quarter of their original combat power, but they are made of ink, are tireless and will not die, and can be copied in large quantities. Not to mention that after so many years of tempering, the blood marrow of many fifth-level and even sixth-level demonic beasts has been collected by Wang Miao, and many fifth-level demonic beasts' demonic ink has been made. Sixth-level demonic beasts also have countless... Block demon ink storage. This time, the ancestor of the Wang family drew dozens of fourth-level monsters in an instant, frantically consuming the wind blades released by the mirror, and although the goggles himself continued to cast spells under the mirror, there was nothing he could do. The ancestor of the Wang family seems to be full of energy, but he is actually fighting for resources. Every monster is a loss of blood and ink, so the ancestor of the Wang family can be said to be getting weaker and weaker as he fights, and he doesn't know what direction this battle will take in the end. Especially when the ancestor of the Wang family drew a fifth-level monster, maybe the goggles would break down and sink here today, but is this possible?
Is this the only amount of combat power that the alien spiritual roots in the late stage of pill formation can unleash? (End of chapter)