Seeing that the middle-aged monk trapped in the black magic banner did not panic much, he actually hovered and suspended in the shield, fighting against many yin spirits with only one spiritual weapon, and seemed to have made up his mind to spend it for a long time.

Seeing this, the monk surnamed Huang couldn't help but move in his heart.

The monk surnamed Wei on the other side had used up a few pills to exhaust a foundation building peak monk until his mana was exhausted, could it be that the other party still wanted to use this method?

He knew that although the pill could rapidly increase some mana, after that, he had to meditate for a long time immediately to slowly dissolve the residual medicinal power in his body, otherwise it would be very harmful to him if the remnants remained in his body.

In just two or three days, it is absolutely impossible for the other party to completely dissolve the residue of the pill he took before, and this matter of drinking to quench his thirst is something that a monk will not choose.

Looking at the unfazed look of the monk surnamed Wei in the thick fog, the middle-aged man surnamed Huang couldn't help but be angry in his heart, and said viciously: "Hmph, with just one spiritual weapon, I want to compete with the old man's treasure, it's really beyond my strength, which allows the kid to taste the true power of the black magic flag." ”

He knew in his heart that as long as he drove the Black Devil Banner with all his strength, the more than twenty Yin Spirits of the Foundation Building Stage in its memory would attack at the same time, which was equivalent to the effect of more than twenty Foundation Building Monks attacking together, and it would be absolutely difficult for a single mid-Foundation Building Monk to resist even a single bit.

As soon as the black-clothed middle-aged man's voice fell, the spiritual power in his body moved, and a magic battle was struck, and he disappeared into the dense demonic mist.

Suddenly, the thick black demonic mist was tumbling, and the dozens of foundation building stage yin spirits floating in the distance began to howl continuously, swaying their bodies one after another, and also flew forward, flying towards Qin Fengming inside the shield.

The monk surnamed Huang was no longer in a stalemate with Qin Fengming, and wanted to use thunderous means to defeat him in one go.

Seeing this, Qin Fengming was also shocked in his heart, so many Yin Souls in the Foundation Building Period joined the attack, his Yin Yang Pagoda was absolutely difficult to resist, and as a last resort, his hands kept waving out, and a large number of talismans flew out of his hands.

After leaving, it turned into a large number of fire bullets, ice bullets, and wind blades, and quickly struck towards the Yin Soul of the Foundation Building Period that flew towards it.

Seeing that the other party had sacrificed a large number of junior and low-level talismans, the monk surnamed Huang couldn't help but show a hint of sarcasm. How could a low-level talisman cause damage to his own foundation building period Yin Soul.

Just when his sneering smile had not faded, a shocking scene appeared in front of him.

I saw dozens of fire or ice bullets colliding with a Yin Soul, and a huge explosion sound immediately erupted, and in an instant, those Yin Souls who had cultivated in the Foundation Building Period would fall apart and dissipate.

This kind of scene made the middle-aged monk surnamed Huang stunned. The attack power of the primary low-level fire bullet talisman is well known in his heart. There is absolutely no attack power of the talisman sacrificed by the monk surnamed Wei in front of him. Could it be that there is something hidden in it?

Thinking of this, he immediately sank his mind, took a closer look, and immediately found that although the talisman sacrificed by the other party was a fire bomb and an ice bullet talisman, it was true, but its single power was difficult to compare with several ordinary fire bombs, and each of them had the attack power of an ordinary spiritual weapon.

At this discovery, the middle-aged man surnamed Huang was even more shocked. If the opponent attacks himself with this kind of talisman at the beginning, he will definitely not even have the opportunity to sacrifice the spirit weapon.

Although the monk surnamed Huang was shocked in his heart, his confidence was not weakened in the slightest, and in the dense demonic mist, the Yin Soul transformed by his spiritual weapon was inexhaustible. As long as it dissipates, it will be re-transformed by the spirit weapon, and the realm will not be reduced in the slightest.

There is this one, that is, the other party has thousands of such talismans, and when they are bound to run out, when the time comes, the other party can only be captured.

Everything that happened in the black fog, except for the monk surnamed Huang, among the people who were watching the battle, only a dozen or so old monsters in the infancy stage could see it clearly. Even those Chengdan peak cultivators, their divine sense can only penetrate more than a dozen zhang deep.

For the fire bullets, ice bullets, and wind blade talismans sacrificed by the middle-aged monks, the power generated by them, except for Xiao Hongzhi, the other old monsters were also slightly moved in their hearts.

In the eyes of everyone, it will immediately be seen that these low-level talismans will definitely not exist in the market, and this must be from the hands of powerful people.

can let a powerful person refine this kind of talisman, I don't want to know, the little monk in front of him must have a great background. Thinking of this, everyone immediately spread the news one after another, asking Xiao Hongzhi, who had a calm face, about Qin Fengming's origin.

Under the continuous questioning of everyone, Xiao Hongzhi could only reveal a little bit about himself.

When everyone heard the name of 'Manghuang Mountain', they were immediately shocked in their hearts, Manghuang Mountain, except for the transcendent existence of the five super shili, is not something that the small Xiao clan can compare with.

It is no wonder that this middle-aged monk, with only a small mid-stage foundation building cultivation, can defeat several foundation building peak monks in a row.

Regarding Qin Fengming's background, in fact, Xiao Hongzhi did not delve into it, and at this time, he only lightly pointed out, but how the other old monsters speculated, it was not about Qin Fengming, who was fighting on his own.

In less than half a pillar of incense, Qin Fengming had already sacrificed hundreds of talismans, repelling several waves of attacks in a row.

At this time, he couldn't help but shake his head in his heart, for these inexhaustible ghosts, if he only relied on such means, it would be difficult to make any contributions.

Just when it was not difficult to make a decision, he suddenly had an idea, and after waving his hand to repel a wave of Yin Soul attacks again, he shook his hand, and a war drum with a face of several feet appeared above his head, and a long wooden mallet also flew out of his hand, quickly flying on top of the huge war drum.

"Knock~Knock~~"

Just as the Yin Soul conjured out again and flew towards Qin Fengming again, a deafening sound came from the war drums.

As a loud sound sounded, a huge wave of Dao Lang-like sound waves centered on the war drums quickly rushed towards the surroundings.

When you ascend, the yin soul that cultivates below the foundation will fall apart when you come into contact with this sound wave, and it will be the demon soul of the foundation building period, and it will be difficult to stabilize it again if it resists several sound wave attacks, and it will also dissipate one after another.

Qin Fengming's War Drum Spirit Weapon, the sound waves it transformed, have already transformed into spiritual energy, and its attack power, in addition to shocking the mind, is no different from the attack effect of a spirit weapon. He had never imagined that this spiritual weapon would be so sharp against the Yin Spirit.

Although the monk surnamed Huang who was standing outside the incident did not suffer any damage under this sonic attack, he had also seen that this spiritual weapon had a strong restraining effect on the ghost conjured up by his spiritual weapon.

Just when he was slightly stunned in his heart, Qin Fengming no longer hesitated, and when his body moved, the giant drum above his head still 'banged' endlessly, but he himself carried the giant drum and flew towards the huge black banner at a distance of thirty zhang.

With a wave of his hands, hundreds of talismans appeared and attacked the huge black flag.

"Thorn~~"

With the sound of a huge thorn, several large black flags appeared under the joint attack of hundreds of wind blades, and several cracks of several feet in size appeared.