Lady Cultivator Chapter 552

Published at 29th of July 2022 02:32:05 PM

To shoot an arrow at Suzaku's bow, you need a lot of Suzaku's flames. For Suzaku's Flame in the Sun Lingzhu, Qin Yue can only mobilize a small part, and at most can only shoot an arrow. Now that his arrow is over, he lacks aura and cannot exert his maximum combat power. If any more powerful ghosts come over, the four of them will be in danger.

In this case, it is better to take a break in the White Tiger Offering Temple and find a way out.

The idea must be, Mo Tiange makes people even open the way. Although the puppet does not have the secret magic and natal magic of Yuanying Monk, but it is not afraid of injury, and its control technique has no effect on it. Now it has a Fusheng sword in hand, which is not bad. The most important thing is that even if the puppet is damaged, it's good to repair it. Unlike a real monk, you can't rest for thirty or fifty years when you are seriously injured in Yuanying.

As for the Fusheng Sword, after removing the magic qi through the quenching water, even the impurities are removed. The sound of wind and thunder when it is sacrificed is definitely a magic weapon of top grade. Before Fuyaozi left, he also gave Mo Tiange the recipe for refining the Fusheng Sword. If he could sacrifice it completely, it would also be a sharp killer.

The use of Fusheng Sword is only an expedient method. Fusheng Sword is a flying sword of thunder type. It must cooperate with Thunder to play its full combat power. Like a puppet, there is no dead thing with no consciousness in Dantian. The most suitable is a magic weapon of pure force, but this magic weapon is only suitable for martial arts. The number of martial arts is very small. A good magic weapon of pure force is harder than buying a top-level magic weapon.

This matter, I can only participate in the Yuan Ying Monk's fair more in the future, in exchange for treasure.

The puppet opened the way, Qin Hui followed, Mo Tiange and Nie Wuju were in the middle, and Jing Xing stopped.

After the three of them left, Jing Xingzhi looked at the ghosts, with a bad smile on his face, took something out of the ring of Qian Kun, and suddenly threw at them.

"噗" this object shot, and turned into very light smoke in the air. These smoke, like a spirit, are divided into dozens of strands, and they are entangled with ghost cultivation.

These ghosts were caught off guard, and were approached by the smoke, and had no time to do anything. Suddenly, there were several loud noises and interlaced thunder and lightning. These ghosts were fixed in place.

"Hurry up" Seeing the ghost repairers all hit, Jing Xingzhi followed quickly.

Mo Tiange looked back in surprise. She knew there was something called Tian Leizi, who used a monster spirit to seal the thunderbolt and threw it out with great power. However, it is not easy to make this kind of thing, and it is not because there is no cracking technique, so it is not popular.

The thing thrown out by Jing Xingzhi is very similar to Tian Leizi, but it is much brighter than Tian Leizi. Not only does it disturb the sight with smoke, but it also can automatically approach the body, and more importantly, it has a fixed effect. When fighting, if you can throw such a one by one, it will be easy to hit the road if you are caught off guard. Ask him later how this thing came about.

Ghost repairs must be fixed for more than ten times. For monk Yuan Ying, this time is enough. Even in the mountainside, there is no way to fly at a high speed. behind.

After a while, the ghosts chased after them. They are intangible and extremely fast, even the most brilliant human monks who can perform martial arts cannot reach them.

Jing Xing stopped seeing it, took another thing out of Qian Kun's ring, and threw it out.

These ghost repairs stopped, each throwing a ghost weapon, acting as a defense.

As a result, the thing just fell lightly and did not explode at all.

The ghost repairers were stunned, and Vince was furious. The scroll was lifted in their hands, and black text flew between the pages, pressing them.

Jing Xing Zhi Fei Jian fluttered, countless Jian Guang formed a shield, blocking these black words.

This lasted for half a quarter of an hour, the four took turns to take a shot, and finally saw the entrance to the temple.

The closer to the sacrifice temple, the more obvious the breath of the white tigers, the speed of those ghost repairs gradually slowed down, and some even appeared confused and disturbed.

Seeing this scenario, the four knew that they were betting right, and they did not dare to enter the White Tiger Offering Temple.

As they went deeper, those ghost repairs eventually stopped.

A ghost asked in horror: "Elder Wen, shall we go in?"

Vince glared angrily at the back of the four of them, and finally gritted his teeth: "Go back and report to the ghost."

"But," the other ghost repaired and trembled. "We failed to kill them. Will the ghost punish us?"

Vince's dark eyes turned to him, coldly: "Do you still count on Ghost Respect?"

A dozen ghosts looked down and remained silent.

Wensi said: "Here is the white tiger's breath. When we enter it, we will be burned. Think about it yourself. The pain of burns and the punishment of ghosts are harder to bear."

"..." After listening to Wensi's words, the ghosts were silent, and a few of them showed fear.

Ghost cultivation has no spiritual roots and few bottlenecks, because they only have the power of the soul. The price paid is that they are much more fragile than human monsters. Once the soul is burned, the terrible feeling, even if they have become a ghost baby, is unbearable, not to mention, the ghost burns. It will also be greatly damaged, and backwards are also possible. Accepting the punishment of the ghost respect is equally painful.

After a long time, Wen Si sighed sorrowfully, with a sad expression on his pale face: "Go back, even if we endure the pain of burns, we may not be able to kill them. It is better to accept the punishment of ghosts."

Finally, a ghost ghost responded: "Yes, elder."

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"They're all gone." Jing Xingzhi said.

The four of them have reached the square where the white tiger is located. Here the white tiger's breath is very strong. They dare not get too close and sit next to the stone wall to adjust their interest rates.

"They are really afraid of the white tiger." Qin Yan opened his eyes and said.

"They dare not come in, we dare not go out." Jing Xingzhi sighed, "Don't we go here for decades to retreat and absorb the interest of the white tiger?"

Qin Yue shook his head and said, "Why is it necessary? Although we can't get out, we can move the soldiers."

"Are you going to summon your old ancestors?".

Qin Yue smiled and glanced at him: "Are you jealous?"

Jing Xingzhi rolled his eyes: "Yeah, I'm jealous of death, you can ask someone for help." It's like him, not to mention that he has left the ancient sword school now, even when he was still in the ancient sword school, he still depended on himself.

Despite his grievances, Jing Xingzhi's expression didn't have any self-sorrow, apparently he had already explored his mood.

Qin Yue said straightly: "There are so many ghost repairs here, and we can't just ignore them. Even if we go out, we must notify Xianmeng to be prepared, so that the ghost repairs will not be born and the heavens will be in chaos."

"You mean ..." Jing Xingzhi thoughtfully.

"Although Xianmeng fights on both sides, it is still possible to deploy a dozen monks of Yuanying."

This is a big effort Jing Jingzhi admired in his heart. He moved a dozen Yuanying monks to rescue each other. In the past, he couldn't even think about it. However, this is also a coincidence. Today, with the Tianji Xianmeng, only so many Yuanying monks can gather.

"A dozen, do you think it's enough?". Jing Xingzhi has another level of worry. Many of these ghosts have repaired it.

"It should be enough if a monk from the Yuan Dynasty leads the team." Qin Min said, "In addition, there are already props targeted at ghosts, but only Tianqi had no ghost repair in the past, and they were not taken seriously. Now they know that ghost repair is here. , It's much easier. "

Thinking about the strength of those ghost repairs, Jing Xingzhi nodded: "It seems that you are going to invite your old ancestors to come in person."

Qin Yun looked at the white tiger in the center of the square, meaning: "It can't be cheap for others."

Jing Xingzhi understood what he meant, he smiled.

"Before that, we refined some of the white tiger's breath." As soon as other monks of the Yuanying arrived, the White Tiger offering temple was no longer a secret. At that time, the offering temple belonged to Xianmeng. They wanted to absorb the white tiger. Interest, it is not so easy.

Jing Xingzhi nodded, the breath of the white tiger, but this is a great opportunity, how can you give it to others for free, of course, first take advantage of the cheap, then, anyway, those ghost repairs dare not come in.

However, thinking of the Yuanyuan monks who are about to meet, his face is covered with gloom. If there is an ancient sword school among them ...

"What's wrong with you?" Mo Tiange aside.

Jing Xingzhi turned his head and said to Nie Wushou. Nie was not hurt at this time, her eyes were closed and her face was pale.

Hearing Mo Tiange's voice, Nie Wushou opened his eyes and said, "This white tiger's breath ..."

Mo Tiange froze and suddenly remembered that the breath of gods and beasts could restrain the magic, and Nie Wushou repaired the magic ...

"I ... go outside," Nie Wushou stood up. "Stay here again, I will get hurt if not hurt."

"Wait," Mo Tiange stopped her, "The white tiger's breath faded, and it would have no effect on those ghosts. Besides, your master is outside. What if you run into him alone?"

Nie Wushou smiled bitterly: "How else? If I stay here, I can't fight the white tiger."

Mo Tiange thought about it and took out a set of disks: "My set of hidden spirits, not those ordinary goods, should be able to isolate the white tiger."

Nie Wushou was dubious: "The White Tiger's breath is so overbearing ..."

"If you don't try it," Mo Tiange smiled, got up and took a few steps, laying down the array one by one, embedding the stone, "Well, go in."

Nie Wuju stepped into the array and sat down cross-legged.

"how is it?"

Nie Wushou felt for a while, and said joyfully, "I'm really isolated."

"That way you don't have to go."

Looked at her gratefully.

Mo Tiange smiled slightly and went back to sit cross-legged.

"She trusts you so much?" Qin Ying's voice came to her ear ~ www.novelhall.com ~ Mo Tiange turned her head and saw him looking at herself.

Just now, Mo Tiange laid out the formation, and Nie Wushou walked in without hesitation, not even temptation.

It is a taboo for monks to enter into the formation of others at will. If you are not careful, your own life may be in the hands of others. How can Nie Wushou not know this?

"I can trust her that way, too," Mo Tiange said. "You remember, we used to have our lives."

In the cloud, Mei Feng was deceived into the lost cave to feed Yuan Mo, and Nie Wushang had **** with her in the hands. She didn't think that in that case, she could still fake.

"Okay." Qin Yuan nodded. "I believe in you, so I believe in her."

Mo Tiange smiled, was about to say something, and frowned suddenly, feeling wrong.

Qin Wei's face changed, and he had already said, "Someone is here."

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