"I said that you, a little priest, have already told you to come back to Ke, and you still want to come, with your kind of cultivation, you are really looking for death and not picking up life"

"Fortunately, your few ordinary friends were knocked unconscious by these monks, otherwise you would be in trouble, since you found the meteorite, then you take it, and then take your friends and leave quickly."

"Bold, who do you think you are? This is Buddhism."

The middle-aged lama was furious, he was ignored.

"It doesn't matter which one we are, we only need a meteorite, and you should hurry up, otherwise you won't be able to leave."

"Joke, this is the place where our four sects of Buddhism and Taoism were founded, and you actually told us to leave? I really don't know what to do, and if that's the case, then you all stay."

After speaking, the middle-aged lama raised his hand and threw his bracelet with white dots on a blue background into the air again.

When the other two lamas saw the middle-aged lama make a move, they immediately sacrificed their magic weapons and attacked the two young witch cultivators beside Ji Ang respectively.

Surprisingly, no one came to attack Huang Ming this time.

Huang Ming took this opportunity to recall the small sword talisman treasure back into his hand.

If you look closely, the rune patterns drawn by the rune treasure have all faded, and it is estimated that the mana of this rune treasure will be exhausted if you use it again.

Huang Ming couldn't help but feel heartache.

This little sword rune treasure is a powerful treasure that he has been relying on before that can kill people beyond the level, but now it is about to fail.

It was only at this time that Huang Ming realized that his cultivation was not only too low, but he also didn't have a truly usable powerful magic weapon at all.

The red long sword in his hand that he obtained at the base of the Miyun Sect's array eye was very good, but it couldn't be subdued by ordinary methods, because this red sword was not an ordinary magic weapon, but the natal magic weapon of the elder of the Miyun Sect.

It is said that this natal magic weapon is different from the magic weapon.

The natal magic weapon is a magic weapon specially refined by immortal cultivators according to their own exercises, which is relatively unique, even if the original owner falls, the person who gets it will not be able to drive it due to different cultivation techniques.

Even if Huang Ming obtained this sword and also obtained the exercises that matched this natal magic weapon, this sword was refined by someone else after all.

If Huang Ming wants to accept this treasure, he still needs to find a spiritual object called "Compound Stone" and refine it for the second time, otherwise this red sword with strong spirituality is just a sharp sword.

As for the oil lamp he got in the cave, he found out later.

That oil lamp is called "Soul Suppression Lamp", and it is indeed a heavenly spiritual treasure that has been on the list.

However, the Soul Suppression Lantern is not an attack magic weapon, but only a spiritual treasure used to capture people's souls and warm their souls, and can only be used when the other party is on the verge of death.

Huang Ming suddenly felt that he should go back and study the "Secret Method of Refining Weapons", the more than ten high-level magic weapons recorded in the book, as long as he could refine one or two pieces casually, it was enough for him to defend himself.

But now is not the time to think too much.

What he has to do now is to quickly join forces with those few witch cultivators to kill these three lamas, this is the territory of the Buddha sect, and other lamas may appear at any time.

Taking advantage of the fact that no one was attacking, Huang Ming put away his distracting thoughts and clasped his hands upside down, pinched a strange spell, and began to recite the spell silently.

At the same time, the battle between the witch and the lama has all begun.

The middle-aged lama played against the great wizard Ang, and the two lamas in the early stage of Jindan played against the two little witches respectively.

The middle-aged lama didn't say much and threw his bracelet into the air.

Just like when he fought with Huang Ming before, this bracelet flew out of a whirlwind cover towards Ji Ang after a "ticking" spin in mid-air.

But Giang didn't move, and with a slight wave of his hand, a wooden stake appeared out of thin air and inserted in front of him.

Just listening to the "whew", the whirlwind that covered the Gyan was forcibly turned in mid-air and struck the stake that Gion had summoned.

"Pop", the stake turned into green smoke, but the whirlwind also disappeared after hitting the stake.

"You ......, how can you stake suck my spells?".

The middle-aged lama's heart shook wildly, and he once again used his mana to urge his hand string to "exhale" and another whirlwind shrouded towards Jiang.

Gyan still didn't move, and with a slight wave of his hand, he "snapped" another wooden stake in front of him.

The whirlwind that was heading for Gion, like the previous one, was forced to turn in mid-air and struck the stake in front of Gion.

"Smack".

The stakes turned to smoke, and the whirlwind disappeared again.

"This? You? What kind of sorcery are you? ”。

The middle-aged lama was really on fire in the small temple this time, and he panicked.

When a spell passes, someone inserts a stick and absorbs the spell, how can this be fought?

"Hehe, this is not witchcraft, this is the power of the wind."

Ji Ang smiled, waved his hand lightly again, and saw two wooden stakes of different colors "pop" in front of the middle-aged lama at the same time, one yellow and the other green.

When the yellow stake hits the ground, it makes a strange sound of "boom, boom, boom", and it shakes from side to side on the ground as if it is not firmly inserted.

But the middle-aged lama found that the stake emitted a huge amount of energy, which was pressing his body to the ground, and suddenly he became sluggish and unable to move.

When the green stake hit the ground, it began to glow with a strange green flame.

Slowly converging upwards from the base of the stake, it didn't take long to turn into a green fireball at the top of the stake.

Just when the middle-aged lama was a little surprised, the green fireball left the stake and roared towards him.

"Bang", the fireball hit the middle-aged lama's mana shield, and after a burst of golden light, the fireball disappeared, and the mana shield on the middle-aged lama's body became thinner.

"No, it's sorcery? Who are you? ”。

The middle-aged lama was a little desperate.

He was suppressed by the huge energy emitted by the yellow stake, and his movements were slow, and the green stake was close at hand, and the fireball arrived in an instant, he couldn't dodge it at all, and could only rely on the mana shield on his body to resist.

At this moment, "Ah......hh

The lama who had sacrificed the blue beads let out a terrible scream.

Then his sleek head and robed body fell, and a young shaman with a short blade stood behind the lama's body.

"Demon law, demon law, this is demon law".

The other lama who was using the pestle began to scream.

He saw with his own eyes that the young Wu Xiu had been fixed by his companion with a "Snow Condensation Bead", but that Wu Xiu suddenly disappeared under the blue light of the magic weapon, and instantly appeared behind his companion.

Then he saw the blade in the other man's hand flick lightly, and his companion was in a different place, and he had no idea what was happening.

And that's not all.

Almost at the same time, a giant fireball the size of a water tank "......" whistled down from the sky.

After that, listen to "bang".

The lama, who was screaming loudly, was smashed into ashes by a large fireball falling from the sky, and a large fire pit about two or three meters wide and more than one meter deep appeared on the ground.