Just stood firm, and it was too late to defuse the powerful impact, Li Zhiqiu's heart sounded an alarm, looking at the two galloping points of light, with incomparable solemnity in his eyes.

The power carried on it was not at the same level as the magic weapon that had been attacked before, it was a magic weapon that could only be achieved by a Jindan period monk after decades of practice.

Magic weapons, magic weapons, but the power is as different as a world of difference.

The power of the magic weapon lies entirely in the monk himself; The magic weapon can mobilize the surrounding aura, and it can reach the heaven and earth when refining to the extreme.

Stretch out your right hand and gently flick one finger on the copper tripod in front of you.

"Boom."

A bell-like sound spread all around, and an invisible golden circle of light could be faintly seen emanating from the Kyushu Ding, facing the two golden rays of light.

At this moment, the spiritual power in Li Zhiqiu's body instantly decreased by fifty percent.

When approaching Li Zhiqiu's 100 meters away, the purple sword and the golden cone seemed to fly into the water, and their speed decreased sharply under the influence of the golden light waves, and the further they went, the greater the resistance.

At this time, Kyushu Ding emitted countless golden lights, winding towards the two magic weapons, making the speed of the two magic weapons slower and slower.

"Yes."

Just as the purple sword and the golden cone were stuck in a quagmire, the Ziyang Daoist and the Gilded Daoist let out a light sigh, the magic tricks in their hands were constantly changing, and their faces were faintly pale. The golden light of the Kyushu Ding had already reduced their magic weapon to a spiritual level, and at this time, they forcibly activated the potential of the magic weapon, and the damage they suffered would take at least a few years to repair.

In order to get that heavy treasure, the two Jindan monks can be regarded as free.

In an instant, the purple sword and the golden cone seemed to be stimulated, and the light suddenly prevailed. Break free from the shackles of golden light. The speed is increased. Quickly rushed towards Li Zhiqiu.

At the same time, hundreds of rays of light rushed towards Li Zhiqiu, seeing that there was a bargain to pick up, the surrounding cultivators would not let go of such a good opportunity. Now that he has made a difference, he will have some confidence when he grabs the treasures, and no matter how bad he is, he can make friends with the two Jindan monks.

Many scattered cultivators who had lost their magic weapons also mobilized the spiritual power in their bodies and sent out spells one after another, which was bound to kill Li Zhiqiu here.

Already present in the besieging crowd. The cultivators put all their concerns behind them, and only by erasing each other can they reduce the possible retaliation in the future.

Li Zhiqiu really understood the shamelessness of the monks, but he had no intention of paying attention to them at this time, because those two magic weapons would threaten his life at any time.

"Break it for me."

With a light snort, Li Zhiqiu pressed his hand against the body of the Kyushu Dingding, and the divine soul crystals in the dantian rotated rapidly, mobilizing the spiritual power in the body to frantically rush into the Kyushu Ding.

With the support of Li Zhiqiu's spiritual power, the golden light of Kyushu Ding suddenly fell. After that, an incomparably intense golden light suddenly erupted, flooding everyone's sight.

A thick golden light enveloped the purple sword and the golden cone. forcibly changed their direction and led to Kyushu Ding.

"When."

"When."

Two dull crashing sounds sounded, and after the purple sword and the golden cone collided with the Kyushu Ding, it lasted for a while, and then flew back upside down, the light on it was faint, and the faces of the Ziyang Daoist and the gilded Daoist who were the masters became more and more pale. The gilded Dao man with a slightly lower cultivation was even more surging in his throat, and finally he was forced to press down, and his pale face was flushed.

The Kyushu Ding still rotated non-stop, sending out Dao Dao golden light to defuse all the attacks, and even collected the spirituality of all the magic weapons to make up for the loss just now, including the magic power of the monks.

Under the attack of the two Jindan period monks, Li Zhiqiu was also very uncomfortable, the qi and blood in his body were churning, his throat was sweet, and he was forced to press down, and the spiritual power in his body was gone.

Although he condensed into a divine soul crystal, his spiritual power was no less than ten times thicker than that of ordinary monks, but the gap between the knot stage and the golden pill stage could not be easily bridged.

There are enemies everywhere, Li Zhiqiu must not make any mistakes, otherwise it will only attract a larger-scale siege, and he can only swallow the blood back into his mouth.

However, after a while, Li Zhiqiu's heart was overjoyed, and a huge spiritual power came from Jiuzhou Ding through the palm of his hand, quickly moistening the almost dry dantian.

The divine soul crystals standing in the middle of the dantian also slowly rotated, inhaling all the external spiritual power into it, and quickly turning into pure spiritual power and dispersing it in the dantian.

The original lost spiritual power was quickly replenished, and Li Zhiqiu's face flushed with a hint of ruddy, but in the eyes of outsiders, it was a sign that he was seriously injured.

Although thousands of monks have lost their magic weapons, it does not bother the casual cultivators from coveting the treasures, and everyone hopes that they will be the next lucky ones. It can make a monk of the Dan period alone against thousands of monks of the same level, and fight against the two major Jindan stage monks without being defeated, such a treasure makes any monk excited.

The most important thing is that it is an ancient relic that can be urged by monks. With Li Zhiqiu's strength in the Dan period, what if the monks with higher cultivation are urged to do so.

Almost at the same moment, the legends of the Bashu Sword Sect came to the minds of the scattered cultivators.

Get an ancient relic that can be urged, and achieve the foundation of the great faction.

Thinking of this, the monks of those small and medium-sized sects were particularly excited, and if they hadn't been strictly ordered by the division commander, they would almost have to attack with the scattered cultivators. In this regard, the monks of the sect are obviously more calm, and any of their actions may affect the entire sect, so naturally it is impossible to do whatever they want like a casual cultivator, without any scruples.

Of course, after the cultivators have killed each other, these sect members don't mind being fishermen.

"Hmph."

Looking at the non-stop attack, a trace of fierceness flashed in Li Zhiqiu's eyes.

Seeing several rays of light shot from the previous purple sword, Li Zhiqiu's figure flashed and appeared in the group of scattered cultivators.

Facing the frightened middle-aged monk in front of him, Li Zhiqiu showed a faint smile, but his fists were not slow at all.

"Bang."

Like a watermelon shattering, that face disappeared under Li Zhiqiu's fist.

At that moment, Li Zhiqiu was a little stunned, but looking at the greedy eyes, the tyranny in his heart was completely stimulated, and a trace of blood red appeared in his eyes.

With a successful blow, Li Zhiqiu's figure did not stop at all, and his fists and feet passed by, bringing up bursts of blood mist.

In just a moment, more than a dozen monks turned into lonely souls, and the physical strength of the monks in the Yudan period seemed to be vulnerable.

The deaths of a few loose cultivators did not discourage the rest of the monks, but instead attacked them more and more frantically.

Under the temptation of the heavy treasure, all the monks are desperate, and the blood only irritates them even more. At this time, the casual cultivators had only one thought in their hearts, and that was to kill people and seize treasures.

At the same time, several rays of light pursued, bypassing the monks who stood in their way, and their speed inevitably slowed down.

While killing Sanxiu in the crowd, while paying attention to the few rays of light behind him, Li Zhiqiu's figure did not stop. He knew that they were all the magic weapons of the Jindan period monks, and Li Zhiqiu had learned the power of two Jindan period monks before.

With the cover of the loose cultivators, Li Zhiqiu went on a killing spree without any scruples, and all the magic weapons and spells in close proximity were turned into spiritual power by Kyushu Ding to supplement his loss.

One monk after another fell under his fist, and the blood in Li Zhiqiu's eyes became deeper and deeper, and if you looked closely, you would find that there was a charming color, and a trace of blood mist was also inhaled into his body.

"Hmph."

Seeing Li Zhiqiu wantonly rushing and killing in the crowd, several of them Jindan stage monks were helpless, Ziyang Daoist and several Jindan stage scattered cultivators who appeared from the shadows glanced at each other, and at the same time moved.

A sword, a needle, a cone, a gun, an axe, a ring, a seal, a tower, and eight magic weapons swooped towards Li Zhiqiu in the crowd from eight directions at the same time.

For the monks who stood in front of them, several magic weapons did not stop, and directly passed through their bodies, bringing a muffled snort, and also taking away one fresh life after another.

Life is like a mustard, this is the case in the troubled times of the mortal world, and the same is true for the immortal cultivation world. (To be continued......)