CHAPTER XXXVI

In this world, there are treasures of wisdom, but they are extremely rare.

When Gu Li saw that the demon pestle could sing to himself, his expression suddenly became excited.

Although this Vajra Demon Pestle is a Buddhist thing, if he can get such a treasure in his pocket, not to mention being praised by his master, he may be able to exchange it for a suitable exercise or even a magic weapon.

However, the power of this pestle is amazing, or it may seem like a low-level magic weapon, and it is obviously not wise for him to fight it with his physical body again.

In that case, old fellow, let you see my true strength!

As soon as he thought of this, he laughed loudly, "Haha! What a Vajra Demon Pestle! How about the seniors just give it to the juniors?!"

After speaking, a strong momentum rippled from Gu Li's body. This momentum is full of arrogance, but under such arrogance, no one dares to be dissatisfied.

A huge golden spear several feet long was held in Gu Li's hand at some point. The human gun is one, like a peerless crazy gun standing between heaven and earth.

Hearing this, Xuanji looked up, and his eyes couldn't help but narrow slightly.

This little guy still has some means!

Xuanji could see that although this golden spear seemed to be a top-grade spiritual weapon, the fluctuations that it faintly emitted were not in vain with low-level magic weapons.

"You want it, then I'll have to ask my old friend if he agrees?!" Xuanji raised the demon slaying pestle in his hand and chuckled softly.

Gu Li's face sank, and Sen Ran smiled: "I think, it will agree soon!"

"That's not necessarily!" Xuan Ji smiled indifferently.

"Thunder Gun!"

A sneer flashed in Gu Li's eyes, and he immediately grasped the palm of his hand, and the brilliant spiritual power was instantly injected into the golden spear.

Airplanes!

After a hum, the spear's golden light flourished. Gu Li's palm slammed against the hilt of the spear, and suddenly the spear spun rapidly, stabbing at Xuanji as fast as lightning.

The golden light enlarged in Xuanji's pupils at an astonishing speed, and the latter suddenly stepped out, the green tendons in his right hand burst out, and the palm of his hand tightly held the demon pestle, and he slammed forward!

The golden light swept by, but it was held up to death by the silver demon pestle, making a piercing sound.

Gu Li's pupils shrank, and the terrifying impact of the golden gun slowly stopped, and he was actually stopped by Xuanji's seemingly casual blow.

Through the previous fight, Gu Li is very clear about Xuanji's current cultivation that Xuanji's body and exercises are special, and he can fight with him in a short time.

But he never thought that such an old man, whose life was almost cut off, could have much explosive power to take over the attack of the Ben Thunder Gun. Obviously, the real reason is that this demon pestle has skyrocketed his strength. It seems that this item level is far beyond his imagination, and it is likely to have touched the threshold of a mid-level magic weapon.

Gu Li naturally didn't know, in fact, this Vajra Demon Pestle was Xuanji's personal weapon back then, and it was already a mid-level magic weapon. It's just that although the magic weapon has produced some spiritual wisdom, it is not high after all. With the current cultivation realm of Xuanji, it is not yet able to exert one-thousandth of the power of this pestle.

After all, no matter how good the magic weapon is, it needs to be used by people.

"Okay! I'll see how long you can last!"

Gu Li frowned, his body moved, and he suddenly appeared next to the golden gun, and immediately slammed his palm on the tail of the gun!

Rumble!

The punch seemed uneventful, but it was like throwing a piece of ice into a boiling oil pot.

Suddenly, the junction of the gun and pestle also violently shocked, and terrifying energy ripples burst out from the place where the energy collided.

Both of them let out a low snort, and their steps were a few steps back with a slightly messy pace.

This round seems to be evenly divided.

Xuanji's eyes flashed with coldness, and his eyes inadvertently glanced at the Daxiong Treasure Hall.

In the magic circle in the hall, the jumping golden light seemed to dim a lot, and the soul bottle was still trembling slightly, but the black bottle seemed to be covered with a layer of imperceptible, faint milky white. It seems that this formation is nearing its end.

Xuanji then sneered: "Let's take some real skills! This kind of attack is not enough to enter my eyes!"

"You!" Gu Li's expression froze, but the coldness in his eyes became more and more intense. He clenched his spear firmly, and looked up at Xuanji's mouth, revealing slightly sharp, white teeth.

"Look for death!"

Gu Li's body shook suddenly, and a sharp roar of rage, mixed with incomparable killing intent, roared out from Gu Li's mouth. And in this loud sound wave, the latter's figure turned into an extremely blurred shadow as if he was walking against the wind, and he approached Xuanji like lightning, and the spear in his hand brought up a cold strong wind, and pierced Xuanji's heart extremely fiercely.

The speed displayed by Gu Li is enough to give a monk of the same rank a headache. But on the face of Xuanji who confronted him, he still didn't have much emotion.

In the pitch-black pupils, a touch of gold line rapidly expanded, and in the next moment, the gold suddenly turned into a hideous face, and the incomparably sharp golden gun also penetrated the air barrier, with a cold and strong wind, shooting directly.

Bite!

The silver demon-slaying pestle suddenly grew larger, like a shield, blocking Xuanji's body, and the golden spear was heavily pointed on it.

Suddenly, a strong wind was like a storm, and the fierce seat turned out, and the strong wind was strong, and even faintly carried a very subtle wind and thunder.

But Gu Li didn't stop, the golden spear he was holding immediately bounced back, he held the tip of the spear at one end, and the spiritual power of his whole body surged to his arm, and the golden spear was fiercely drawn on the demon pestle!

Bang! The Demon Slaying Pestle has removed most of its strength, but Rao is so. The remaining strength still shook Xuanji into embarrassment, and he took two steps back.

With one successful blow, Gu Li did not stagnate instantaneously, his body approached like lightning again, his arms trembled, the shadow of the gun remained, and the strong wind howled, as sharp as a cold wind.

Bang, bang, bang, ding......

A series of sounds of gold and iron echoed in the mountains. Gu Li was holding a spear, and his momentum was like a rainbow. The golden gun or stabbed or slashed or pointed or pierced, such as the arm makes the fingers.

In the void above the mountain, two blurred figures were divided and merged, merged, merged, and separated, and the sound of explosions was endless. When dancing, there were cold stars and golden lights.

Under the almost stormy melee attack of Gu Li, Xuanji completely fell into a disadvantage.

As Gu Li expected, although the treasure itself has great power, with the Xuanji treasure in hand, his strength skyrocketed instantly. But no matter how good the treasure is, Xuanji's spiritual power will be difficult to sustain after all.

Boom!

I don't know how long it took, but a bang came out again. A thin figure slammed into the rubble at the bottom of the mountain like a meteorite. Ripples of residual energy spread out, shaking some of the nearby rubble into powder.

"Hmph!" a cold snort passed, and Gu Li's figure appeared ghostly. His face was pale, his breath fluctuated, and it was clear that this battle had taken a huge toll on him.

Gu Li's eyes flickered, and he glanced at Xuanji, who didn't know whether he was alive or dead, and then swept his body and arrived in front of the temple.

With a wave of his right hand, the golden spear brazenly pierced the great temple protection array of Lin Yin Temple, and then he stretched out his hand to make a move. A giant hand transformed by spiritual power easily grabbed the dementor bottle into his hand.

It's been a long time!

Gu Li was excited, picked up the soul bottle and looked at it, but his face suddenly looked ugly.

With his cultivation, he could naturally feel that some changes had taken place in the soul bottle, and this change was obviously not what his master wanted to see.

Gu Li's face was gloomy, and his gaze suddenly turned to Xuanji in the pile of rubble, and an astonishing cold aura suddenly emanated from his body.

"This old immortal!"

Thinking of the anger that Shizun might have erupted from this, he couldn't help but take a deep breath and said fiercely.

After a few steps, Gu Li came to the sky above Xuanji.

At this time, Xuanji had already sat up from the ground, but he was quite embarrassed and covered in blood. His breath also withered a lot, and he was almost dying. His face was pale, and his whole person seemed to age a lot in an instant.

"Yes!

Xuanji picked up the Vajra Demon Descending Pestle next to him, raised his head and looked at him as he approached, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Gu Li's eyes froze, and he looked at Xuanji and the Vajra Demon Descending Pestle that was still clenched in his hand, and the fist in his right hand slowly clenched.

At the same time, an incomparably cold voice slowly came out of his mouth.

"In that case, then I'll give you one last ride!"