Talisman, blow up!

There was a loud bang, and the protective shield instantly collapsed under the scorching black flame bombardment, turning into a floating spiritual light in the sky.

But before Ling Xiao could get happy, his face had changed greatly, and the light of the scattered protective shield suddenly condensed, turning into sharp cold light, spraying towards him!

"Phantom Prism! Unexpectedly, the old ghost of the Cai family gave this magic weapon to Cai Mao! ”

"Is it the ancient artifact that is both offensive and defensive? With this device, Cai Mao is almost invincible! ”

On the top of Huqi Mountain, the Jindan monks who were paying attention to this battle couldn't help but stir slightly.

They are familiar with the past of the ancestor of the Cai family, and they are very aware of the power of the illusion prism, more than 400 years ago, the ancestor of the Cai family relied on this magic weapon to run rampant.

Right now, the incomparably sharp lenses hit the plantain like rain, drowning Ling Xiao.

"Winner or loser?"

"So fast?"

People were in an uproar.

In the next second, people's expressions froze again.

I saw Ling Xiao raise his fists and blast open the tide-like lenses, and the remaining scattered lenses hit his pale blue gauze robe, splashing like water.

Ling Xiao stood calmly in mid-air, glanced at the phantom prism condensed in front of Cai Mao, like a stream of water, and smiled.

The water attribute magic weapon was defeated by his shark silk magic clothes.

However, the defensive power of this magic weapon is really amazing, and the two dragon breath talismans have not been able to shake it.

At this moment, Cai Mao also put away his contempt, and his indifferent pupils flashed with a little excitement.

"Interesting, the opponents who can force me to use the Phantom Prism have become fewer and fewer in recent years."

These words reveal the loneliness of the high place.

Ling Xiao's eyes narrowed slightly, he glanced Cai Mao up and down, and asked curiously: "I heard that the strong are lonely, and they look forward to the appearance of opponents of equal strength every day, you can't be this kind of person, right?" ”

Cai Mao sneered and was silent, but the burning battle intent in his eyes replied to Ling Xiao.

The corners of Ling Xiao's eyes twitched, and he sighed, "Then you are quite perverted." ”

Only this kind of guy who has a good tire will have such an idea.

Lonesome?

People who run for a living every day, how can they have time to be lonely?

"The warm-up is over, Ling Xiao, come on!"

Cai Mao drank vigorously, his fingertips were drawn, and the sword light roared out, in addition to the fierce iron rope, the domineering sword light, the green banner shook the light, and the double hooks were intertwined and cut......

Cai Mao released five top-level magic weapons in one go!

The spectators on the mountainside exclaimed.

In the normal late stage of foundation building, it is simply impossible to control so many top-level magic weapons at the same time, and the consumption of divine consciousness is no joke!

It can be seen that Cai Mao's divine sense is far stronger than that of monks of the same rank.

"This is Cai Mao's true strength, he has a steady stream of magic weapons!"

And in the ring, in the face of Cai Mao's stormy offensive, Ling Xiao also had an extremely dignified expression on his face.

"Warm up, end."

He muttered to himself, then stood on his feet a little and moved!

At the same time, he put away the jade embroidery knife, and his arms moved, like a splashing waterfall attack, hitting Cai Mao in the air!

However, his attack rippled powerlessly under the mirror that appeared in front of Cai Mao.

The sixth top-level magic weapon, inherited from the illusion prism of ancient times!

"Trouble is dead."

Ling Xiao muttered.

A normal attack can't shake the defense of the Phantom Prism at all, and if you don't quickly smash this turtle shell, this competition will be dragged into a protracted battle.

Ling Xiao has no time to be lonely, let alone delay time with the other party!

"That's it!"

Ling Xiao made up his mind to fight quickly, the sleeves of his robe brushed over, and he suddenly sacrificed a dense talisman.

This scene shocked everyone!

"Damn, Ling Xiao is going to die!"

"There are a total of forty talismans, where can his divine sense support it?"

"Sure enough, it's a hillbilly, do you think you can win by stacking talismans?"

The audience was first shocked, then disdainful.

First of all, no matter how powerful the forty talismans are, the divine consciousness consumption of the talismans alone is beyond the support of physical cultivation!

The power of each talisman is nuanced, and in order to exert the power of all the talismans in one go, the monk's divine sense is required to control each talisman with great precision!

Only the most senior Fu cultivators are qualified to do so!

Ling Xiao obviously made the mistake of cultivating immortals, thinking that he could win by just stacking talismans, if so, this Cloud Riding Contest would have been flying all over the sky.

"What a money, what a waste!"

"It must be the money that was stolen from Nangong Zhu!"

People are both disdainful and envious.

Forty talismans, the market price alone costs 8,000 spirit stones, which is simply burning money!

It's starting to burn!

Forty talismans lit up at the same time, and the dazzling light was scattered, and Ling Xiao at this moment seemed to have become a sun, the most dazzling existence in this heaven and earth.

Cai Mao was also quite disdainful at first, after all, even he himself was not sure to control so many talismans in one go, but in the next second, a look of surprise flashed on his face.

Because of Ling Xiao, he really succeeded in inspiring all the talismans!

This......

What's the matter, isn't he a physical cultivator?

I didn't have time to think about it, but I saw Ling Xiao pointing a little and said softly: "Hurry! ”

Bang!

The light of the talisman was dazzling, converging into a torrent of colorful spells in mid-air, pressing towards Cai Mao like a mountain and a sea!

The blade of the sword screams, the blade shook, the rope melts, the green banner dims, and the double hook breaks!

Cai Mao's sacrifice of the five top-level magic weapons bore the brunt, and in the face of the terrifying spell torrent, he almost failed to resist for even a moment, that is, the aura was destroyed and defeated!

The torrent of spells brought the power of the mighty but invincible, destroying the withering and decaying, lighting up the fear on Cai Mao's face.

Fear!

Terrible!

Because Cai Mao, who was an eyewitness, found that the power of the talisman released by Ling Xiao was especially above the normal forty talismans!

Forty, fifty at the top!

"Damn!"

Cai Mao finally realized that something was wrong, the shadow of death enveloped him, and he could only desperately urge the mana and inject it into the phantom prism in front of him.

Titicaca......

The blue light on the phantom prism skyrocketed, condensing layers of mirror defenses in front of Cai Mao, wanting to reflect the magic madness that came from the sky.

The torrent of spells drowned Cai Mao's figure.

Everyone's eyes were blazing white, dazzling, and invisible.

Long.

The raging spells calmed down, and people stared at the ring in horror.

I saw that in the huge ring, Cai Mao knelt on one knee, barely maintaining the protective shield in front of him, blood overflowed from the corners of his mouth, flowing all over the ground, turning his body into a terrifying pool of blood.

Cai Mao's face was as pale as paper, his body trembled slightly, but his eyes were beating with excitement.

Blocked!

I blocked an unimaginable shocking blow!

However, at this moment, the protective shield turned into a phantom prism made a soft "click" sound.

Immediately afterwards, the protective shield shattered in Cai Mao's extremely regretful eyes.

This time, the Phantom Prism was never able to transform again, and it was completely destroyed.