Chapter 68: The Power of the Magic Weapon

Seeing that the Treasure Spirit Snow Spirit Bird's magical powers did not break through the thin monk's cyan shield, Morrowind raised his hand and threw out a few red beads.

This red bead was the blood bead that Morrowind had made in advance, and the blood beads turned into several red rays of light that shot towards the thin monk.

Seeing this, the thin monk wanted to dodge, but the attack of the Treasure Spirit Snow Spirit Bird was too fierce, and he couldn't dodge for a while, so he could only inject spiritual power into the cyan shield again to block the attack of the blood beads.

The speed of the blood bead was very fast, but it only took a breath to come to the side of the thin monk, and then it suddenly exploded, and the violent spiritual power slammed into the cyan shield.

The blue light of the cyan shield shook for a while, and then the blue light emitted by the shield gradually dimmed, and it seemed that it was about to collapse at any time.

Although the cyan shield blocked the blast of the blood beads for the thin monk, the huge force of the explosion also lifted him out, and the thin monk's face turned pale for a while.

Not only that, under the fierce battle between the Baoling Snow Spirit Bird and the Baoling Black Snake, the phantom body of the Baoling Black Snake was less than a zhang in size, and the ghostly light coming out of the Baoling Black Snake was also much dimmer.

The Baoling Snow Spirit Bird of the Morning Wind was originally the size of a zhang, but now it is only half a zhang in size, and the blue light on its body has also dimmed a little.

Although the battle between the two was fierce, Morrowind and the thin monk did not suffer any substantial damage on their bodies.

All the spell attacks, the magic attacks of the treasure spirit, were also blocked by the defensive magic weapons of the two.

At this time, the thin monk's face was gloomy, and he gritted his teeth with hatred in his heart, he didn't expect his opponent to be so difficult, and he couldn't help but curse his companion in his heart, after so long, he hadn't even come to help him.

Morrowind's face still did not change, although his spiritual power was consumed as much, but his own spiritual power was strong, and after this battle, his spiritual power was only consumed less than thirty percent.

Morrowind is also the first time to use the magic baby spirit to fight, and the use of the magic power of the law baby spirit is not proficient enough. Although it seemed that the Thin Monk and Morrowind were evenly matched, the Thin Monk tried his best to kill Morrowind.

However, Morrowind is constantly sharpening himself in the battle with the thin monk with all his might, so that he can skillfully use the magic baby spirit power to fight in a very short time!

Because Morrowind knows that when people's lives are threatened, they can always respond to various dangers with extremely fast reactions, and can quickly learn to fight back.

At this time, Chenfeng, after being familiar with the battle of the Dharma Baby Spirit, began to observe the next movements of the thin monk with ease.

The strength of this monk in the late stage of foundation building is actually not weak, if it weren't for his magic weapon, just enough to restrain his Treasure Spirit Black Snake Divine Power, I am afraid that within half an hour, he will be able to use the Treasure Spirit Black Snake's divine power to kill opponents in the same realm.

The thin monk glanced at Chenfeng coldly, there was not much spiritual power left in his body, and seeing that Chenfeng's attack was becoming more and more fierce, he decisively recalled the Baoling Black Snake.

The Baoling Black Snake turned into a black light and flew to the feet of the thin monk, who did not hesitate at all, stepped on the black knife magic weapon, and immediately fled into the distance.

Seeing this, there was no surprise in Chenfeng, he had long been observing the Thin Monk's every move, and when he saw that the Thin Monk wanted to escape, he immediately urged the Treasure Spirit Snow Spirit Bird.

The spiritual power of the morning wind surged in, and the body of the Baoling Snow Spirit Bird, which was originally half a zhang in size, immediately grew to the size of three zhang, and the body gradually turned into an entity.

"Kill!"

A loud chirp sounded, and the wings of the Baoling Snow Spirit Bird shook, turning into a cold light, and in an instant, the speed increased dramatically, killing the emaciated monk who was fleeing.

The thin monk had long been observing the morning wind's every move with his divine sense, and he was also shocked when he saw the Baoling Snow Spirit Bird killing in an instant.

He immediately injected the little spiritual power he had left into the cyan shield, the cyan shield had already dimmed its blue light, but at this moment, it emitted blue light again, protecting the back of the thin monk, as long as he blocked this blow, he could immediately escape.

With an unstoppable momentum, the Baoling Snow Spirit Bird slammed into the cyan shield fiercely, and with a bang, the cyan light of the cyan shield instantly collapsed, and the cyan shield fell directly.

The Baoling Snow Spirit Bird turned into the main body of the Blue Frost Sword, and passed through the body of the thin monk, the thin monk showed an unbelievable look on his face, and then the expression in his eyes began to dissipate, and wisps of cold air continued to emerge from the body of the thin monk.

The emaciated monk fell headlong through the air, his body shattered. Seeing this, Chenfeng also breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, but he knew that with his current realm, he had not brought out the power of this inferior magic weapon at all.

Although his spiritual power was strong, if his cultivation was in the early stage of the knot pill at this time, Chenfeng would have the confidence to kill this thin monk in just a few moments.

Morrowind put away his magic weapon, then flew to the body of the thin monk, and collected the two magic weapons that the thin monk had dropped on the ground.

Then he picked up the thin monk's storage bag, erased the imprint of his divine sense, and then used his divine sense to probe into it. When Morrowind's mind saw the contents of the storage bag clearly, Morrowind's face suddenly darkened.

In the storage bag of the thin monk, in addition to a few bottles of ordinary pills, there were only a dozen lower-grade spirit stones, a few ordinary clothes, and nothing else.

Morrowind looked at the emaciated monk's body on the ground, which had been torn apart, "Are you so poor?"

If the thin monk heard Morrowind's words, he would probably be angry to death again, and all his belongings were used to buy black knife magic weapons and defensive magic weapons, and now of course he was poor and white.

At this time, Ye Qin flew over from a distance and looked at Chenfeng with a worried face, "Master, are you okay?"

When Morrowind was working with the thin monk, he deliberately widened the distance between him and Ye Qin, and transmitted the sound to Ye Qin, so that she would stay away, so as not to be affected by the aftermath of the battle.

Morrowind was still a little angry, "I'm fine, it's just that this guy is too poor, and there are no good things in the storage bag." ”

Ye Qin sighed at first, but she looked at Chenfeng's appearance at this time, and laughed again.

Chenfeng was stunned for a moment and looked at Ye Qin, "What are you laughing at?"

"Well, it's nothing, it's just that it's the first time I've seen your master show this kind of expression, which is a little different from the usual calm and calm master. Ye Qin said.

Hearing this, Morrowind touched his chin with his hand, "Do I look strange right now?"

Ye Qin thought for a while and said, "I think the current appearance of you, master, is like a teenager who is less than sixteen years old. ”

Chenfeng coughed, and then asked, "Qin'er, don't I usually look like a hot-blooded teenager who is less than sixteen years old?"

Ye Qin shook his head, "The master usually has an indifferent face, as if he doesn't care about anything, giving people the feeling that he has experienced a lot of things, as if he can face it indifferently no matter what happens." ”