All right!" the old monk nodded, and was about to increase his strength, when suddenly a sharp light rose into the sky and slashed diagonally towards him. But after all, the old monk has reached the stage of nirvana, so naturally it is impossible to stand still, a trace of anger flashed on his face, and with a pinch of his hands, a demonic qi rose from his body, turned into an ink python, and turned over to meet him.

Thorn ...... The demonic qi was swallowed, the spirit flickered, and the old monk's face was bloodless, obviously he had suffered a lot this time.

The old man was stunned for a moment, and his face couldn't help showing a little hesitation, but in the end, he slowed down and stopped next to the old monk.

Of course, the reason why he is like this is not because of any righteousness, but because of the current situation, the two of them flee separately, and they can only die, on the contrary, if they can join forces against the enemy, maybe there will be a glimmer of life.

This person is worthy of being a mid-nirvana monk, and in an instant, he has already weighed the pros and cons.

Stretched out his hand and patted it on the storage bag, a ray of light flew out, and after circling, the light converged, revealing a black iron crutch.

The old monk was even more unambiguous, thumped his chest, and squirted a small banana fan from his mouth.

On the fan, the runes flowed, and this treasure seemed to be quite extraordinary.

The two glanced at each other, and activated the protective shield at the same time, so that they had time to release their divine senses and look for traces of the enemy.

Judging from the intensity of the attack just now, although it was terrifying, it was obviously not a glimmer of old monsters, at least not from the main body, so they were not lifeless.

Only, where exactly is the enemy hiding?

In this poisonous mist and corpse aura, their divine sense was greatly restricted, and the two had to turn their heads to look around, for fear that if they were not careful, they would be attacked by the other party.

"Hey, that'...... What is that?" said the old monk, his eyes widening suddenly, and his face horrified.

The old man was stunned for a moment, and hurriedly looked over. Read the full text of the latest chapter.800BOOK

Originally, the soles of their feet were a soft swamp, but now they are like boiling soup pots, gurgling upwards and bubbling up.

A smell of rotting corpses filled the air, and the expressions of the two became extremely ugly.

At this moment, they already knew that it was the corpse demon who attacked them, this terrible guy, did he want to defeat each one?

As soon as the old man's eyes rolled, his face showed a somewhat flattering expression: "Senior Mingjian, the younger generation has no intention of intruding into your territory, and will never dare to be your enemy, please raise your noble hand and let us go." ”

"Yes, senior, we are just small miscellaneous fish, and now there is a first-line heaven stage old monster with the intention of not working against you. The old monk's eyes rolled, and he even came up with a poisonous plan to lead the water to the east, as for Ye Feng's helping hand just now, he had already been thrown out of the clouds.

As long as you can live, what's the point of being shameless?

It's a pity that all this effort was in vain in the end.

The corpse demon wants to devour the nirvana of the two of them and use it to increase their mana, how could they stupidly let them go because of some rhetoric?

The boiling corpse qi in the swamp not only did not weaken, but became more and more violent.

Sou!

An object rose into the sky, suspended in mid-air, and the two looked fixedly, but it was a big ghost head, with eyes like copper bells, a bloody mouth, a single horn on the forehead half a foot long, and teeth like sharp blades, flashing with palpitating cold light.

It's the clone of the corpse demons.

However, unlike the corpse beast that Ye Feng destroyed, this ghost head was cultivated by him with one-third of his distraction, and his supernatural powers were so strong that they were far from being able to resist ordinary Nirvana stage cultivators!

Feeling the terrifying coercion released by the other party, the zero-level god of the two /19181/'s face became more and more pale!

"Senior......" A trace of fear flashed in the old man's eyes, and he wanted to talk about it, but the ghost head didn't want to delay with him here.

In the eye sockets, the red light flickered, and the big mouth opened, and a blood spurted out from it.

It was about half a foot long and unusually slippery, like a living thing.

The old man was shocked, and naturally he didn't dare to take advantage of his tongue anymore, so he hurriedly pinched the trick with both hands, like the little black sword in front of him.

Woo...... From the top of the small sword, flew out a black wind dragon, this is the old man's penance for many years, the previous enemy, always invincible, this time facing the mutated demon, but self-protection should still be no problem.

Just thinking like this, the wind dragon and the blood ray have collided violently.

There was a loud bang, and then a dense popping sound like fried beans began to come non-stop.

The old man's eyes widened, and in the face of the continuous advance of blood, the wind dragon he sacrificed was actually powerless to fight back, and was devoured little by little.

What kind of magic is this?

He couldn't help but gasp, the corpse demon of the first-line heaven stage was certainly extraordinary, but he never thought that a small distraction would be so powerful.

There was a faint regret in my heart, maybe it was safer to stay with that senior Li.

But since he made such a choice at the beginning, now he can only swallow the bitter fruit.

With a loud shout, the mana in his body was injected into the small sword, and the demonic energy surged, and in order to survive, the old man could only try his best.

The old monk was not idle, and though he was tempted to leave, he knew that he would only die sooner if he did.

Gritting his teeth, the person spewed out a breath of essence at the magic weapon in front of him.

Speaking of which, his cultivation is not high, but this banana fan is a treasure.

As for the cause, there is still a story in it.

As we all know, after a cultivator attains Nirvana, he will travel around, collect materials, and refine the magic weapon he wants.

This process is very arduous, magic weapons are much more precious than spiritual weapons, so the materials for refining are also very demanding, and it usually takes decades of hard work to collect them all.

This is still a cultivator of the Great Gate Sect!

And some casual cultivators or small families, even if some people are lucky enough to succeed in Nirvana, due to their shallow foundation, they may not be able to collect all the materials for refining magic weapons in their lifetime.

The difficulty of the Immortal Dao is not only reflected in cultivation, but also in all kinds of necessary resources, especially for grassroots cultivators, it can be said that it is difficult step by step.

I think that at the beginning, the old monk was like this, he was alone, although by chance, coupled with his own good qualifications, and willing to endure hardships, he was lucky to condense into nirvana.

However, he was shy in his pocket, and then he wanted to refine the magic weapon in his hand, which made him suffer enough.

First, he wandered around the islands of the sea of clouds in search of the materials he needed.

However, whether it is ore or various precious crystals, the known ore veins have long been divided by various sects.

Although he is a Nirvana stage cultivator, he is alone and weak, so naturally he has no way to compete with him.

Not to mention the precious materials with special attributes, even if it was a thousand-year-old copper essence for refining ordinary magic weapons, he had been looking for more than ten years before he got a piece the size of a baby's fist.

Needless to say, I feel sad in my heart.

In fact, if he has enough yuan stones, many materials can be purchased in the fang market, even if the ordinary store pù has no income, there will definitely be a lot of gains at the auction, however, it is still the same sentence...... Shyness in the bag.

Depression is the only description, but it must be unwilling to let his dignified Nirvana stage master use spiritual weapons.

Therefore, although there was little hope, he could only continue to search, going back and forth to the major islands every day, and sometimes even had to go deep into dangerous places to hunt cloud beasts in exchange for the necessary Yuan Stone.

A few years are like a day, and before you know it, a jiazi has passed.

The harvest is still not big, and the old monk is almost desperate, but the things in the cultivation world are already full of unknowns, and sometimes a casual decision will bring adventures.

That day, he chased and killed a second-order demon beast, but inadvertently, he came to an abandoned ancient cave, and in the depths of it, he found a skeleton.

It was impossible to verify who the owner of the skeleton was, and the old monk was interested in finding out, but the storage bags scattered on the ground next to him made him ecstatic.

In addition to nearly 10,000 yuan of stones, as well as some bottles and jars, there is actually a banana treasure fan.

Judging from the aura it emitted, it is obviously a magic weapon of not low level, God has mercy, and he has made a lot of money this time.

The bones turned into gray smoke at the slightest touch, apparently I don't know how many thousands of years ago, the old monk took the treasure fan and looked at it carefully.

With this ancient treasure, he was satisfied, although he couldn't use his own Dan Fire to cultivate, but he followed the ghost path and supernatural powers, and after taking the essence blood sacrifice, he could also exert most of his power.

Coupled with the unexpected harvest of Yuanshi, although the old monk could not be said to be wealthy, as far as casual cultivation was concerned, his life was also very nourishing.

I still have a great future, how can I fall here?

The old monk's eyes flashed with a fierce color, and his hands kept waving, one by one.

And after absorbing the essence qi he spewed, the treasure fan rose wildly in the wind, and the diameter was more than a zhang, and the runes on the surface became clearer and clearer.

"Huh?" the ghost head was attracted to attention, and his hideous face showed a little surprise.

The other party's cultivation is not worth mentioning, but this treasure fan looks like it is not very powerful.

"Hurry!"

In the face of a strong enemy, the old monk did not dare to stay strong, and the mana in his body surged away, and the treasure was lightly fanned, and two strange winds suddenly flew out of the fan.

All have thick bowls, a pitch black as ink, and the distance is still far away, faintly exuding a fishy smell.

The other one is miserable white, and the color is like a corpse fire, which makes people extremely uncomfortable to look at.

Needless to say, the power is not trivial.

The ghost head also showed a hint of solemnity, but soon there was a mockery on the corner of his mouth, this treasure is indeed extraordinary, but it is a pity that the user's cultivation is too low to be worried.

I saw that the red light in its eyes flickered, and its big mouth was chewing incessantly, and there were vague and incomprehensible spells, intermittent and intermittent...... Then he opened his bloody mouth and spewed out a cloud of purple mist from it, and there was a flickering corpse fire inside, crashing towards the yin and yang strange wind. Silently, the three colors are intertwined, fighting endlessly, evenly matched, but this is only the surface. Although the power of the supernatural powers was similar, the difference in mana between the two sides was unknown, and soon the old monk showed that he was overwhelmed.