At this time, don't say that the Yuan Infant Stage Cultivator, even if the Demon Slayer in the late Eighth Order is contaminated with a little, it will turn into ashes.

But right now, it was blocked by someone, or a mid-eighth order demon slayer.

No, it can't be, could it be that set of sticks in his hand is a magic weapon?

At this moment, there was a sudden earth-shattering loud noise in the field, and I saw that the flame lantern was directly flying out, and Wu Tian's breath in the field was extremely sluggish at this time, and his whole body was in hot pain, just like coming out of the magma, and the three heads and six arms were about to disappear.

With his realm at this time, it was still too reluctant to use this trick "Qianjun", if it wasn't for the fusion of spiritual power and magic power, he might not be able to use it.

Rao is like this, Wu Tian still successfully repelled the opponent's magic weapon.

No, it's not over yet.

He glanced up at Wen Lao, who was standing on the spot, and threw the six black sticks in his hand at the other party with all his might.

At this time, Wen Lao still couldn't believe it, but his years of experience as a killer had trained his incomparably swift reaction awareness, and he had already woken up when the black stick had just made a sound of breaking wind.

Having seen its power, he didn't dare to be careless, let alone use his physical body to make a hard connection, so he repeated his tricks, trying to cast a spell to resist while retreating.

However, as soon as he took two steps back, a sharp pain suddenly came from the sea of knowledge, as if someone had punched him hard.

Ah, he let out a scream.

It's just that in terms of spiritual sense, even Wu Tian is a little worse than him, and the six-armed Shura has not yet been completed, so the attack of this spiritual sense only causes a delay of less than a second to the opponent.

However, on the battlefield, it is changing in an instant, and one second is enough to change many things.

When Wen Lao regained his clarity, he suddenly looked up and found that the six black sticks had come closer.

The direction that Wu Tian threw was very particular, and the six black sticks were back and forth, and the route within a radius of five meters from him had been sealed, and no matter where he fled, he would be attacked by at least two or three black sticks.

"No,"

The angry-eyed Wen Lao only shouted halfway out, and was pierced through the abdomen by one of the black sticks.

Under this almost suffocating force, even his entire body was involuntarily thrown backwards, and in the process, he was hit in the chest by one of the black sticks.

By the time he hit the ground, two bowl-sized wounds on his chest and abdomen were gushing with blood.

Looking at the other party's dead look, Wu Tiangang breathed a sigh of relief, but suddenly realized that something was wrong.

When the other party was hit just now, there was no villain on his head.

What this means couldn't be more obvious.

The other party was not a person, or he used some treasure to avoid the blow in the moment before he was attacked, and as for the corpse that fell to the ground at this time, it was impossible to be himself.

In just an instant, Wu Tian reacted, and then hurriedly retreated, wanting to leave the place.

However, he ignored that he was at the end of his crossbow at this time, and his physical and spiritual power were close to drying up, and his speed was much slower than usual.

Before he could run far, a sudden exclamation came from the void, and then Wen Lao's figure appeared in mid-air, and the invisible animal skin was still spinning above his head.

"The response was good, but it ended here."

I saw him stretch out his hand, and the flame lantern that he didn't know where to fly appeared in his hand again, and then pressed down towards Wu Tian.

"Fortunately, there has been a breakthrough in the past few days, otherwise it would not have been possible to perform it twice in a row in such a short period of time."

At this time, Wen Lao was full of fierce killing intent towards Wu Tian, and just when he was at the moment of life and death, he inspired a stand-in treasure that had been cultivated for many years before he could barely escape this mortal blow.

As soon as he thought of the value of that treasure, his heart was dripping blood, and the entire twenty high-grade spirit stones were gone.

You must know that the reward for this mission is only ten high-grade spirit stones.

I must crush your bones and scatter ashes to relieve the hatred in my heart.

Just as he was gritting his teeth, Wu Tian was already in a desperate situation at this time.

It was only thirty meters away, and the terrifying high temperature had already caused many places on Wu Tian's body to explode directly, and the oozing blood was directly evaporated before it could fly far.

Without the three heads and six arms, and without the magic pattern, Wu Tian at this time was not even qualified to imprison the flame lantern, and he would be burned to ashes by these flames on the periphery.

The white-clothed old man in the sky sighed softly, and then wanted to stop it.

In this battle, Wu Tian's performance was enough to defy the sky, and if he was an ordinary Mahayana pre-Mahayana monk, he might have died just now.

However, he was facing a member of the famous assassination organization "Chunxiao" of the Great Wei Dynasty, and both the means and magic weapons were far stronger than the monks of the same level.

It's just that the old man in white is still not satisfied, his skills are not as good as the identity of the other party, it doesn't matter much, and if he loses, he loses.

At this moment, bursts of Sanskrit sounds suddenly came out of the void, as if countless monks were chanting Buddhist scriptures, and then one after another huge golden light Buddha statues appeared, rendering the battlefield into a sea of gold.

In the end, a full twelve golden Buddha statues nearly ten meters high stood around, holding various Buddhist weapons and blasting towards the flame lanterns in mid-air.

What is it?

At this time, not only the old man Wen, but even the old man in white also showed a touch of surprise.

I saw that these Buddha statues with different expressions were amazingly powerful, and the flames were suppressed at the moment of contact, and only three or five rounds later, the flame lantern was smashed away again.

The magic weapon was broken again, and Wen Lao, who was connected by his heart, couldn't help but spurt out a mouthful of blood.

But this time he learned well, and when Wu Tian just turned around, he disappeared in place with the help of the animal skin on his head.

"Okay, yes, yes, you can block the old man's attacks several times in succession, but you can't attack anymore now."

"Aren't you the same?"

Wu Tian withdrew the Buddha's head bracelet and calmly replied at the same time.

"Hmph, so what, don't forget, the old man, as a Mahayana monk, has a recovery speed far beyond you, as long as you give the old man some time, it will be easy to take your life at that time."

At this time, Wen Lao was very confident, and with this stealth magic weapon, he was already invincible.

As long as it is consumed, he will definitely be the one who wins in the end.

Although it was shameful to do this, and he was still facing an enemy weaker than himself, Wen Lao couldn't care about anything else.

At this time, Wu Tian had indeed reached the point where he had run out of oil and dried up, and he had just been burned by the flame lantern, and there was not an inch of good place in his body.

But Wu Tian's eyes were still calm at this time, and he was cautious that the blow just now only consumed two-thirds of the Buddha's light, so the Buddha head bracelet in his hand still had the power of one blow.

In addition to this, he has a killer feature that he has been preparing for a long time.

Next, Wu Tian sat directly on the ground with his knees crossed, his eyes closed, and it seemed that he was planning to recover in a grand manner.

"Huh? Is it so arrogant? ”

The voice of Wen Lao came from the void, but he still did not appear, and it seemed that he was frightened by the blow just now.

"Let me think about it, you've used that kind of monster that can also be invisible before, and you must be waiting around for me to appear now, so that you can give me a fatal blow, right?"

Wu Tian didn't pay attention to him, he was indeed controlling the twenty thunder hidden mosquitoes, but instead of hibernating, he flew cross-flying in all directions, trying to find out the location of the other party.

Ten minutes later, however, there was silence.

There is no way, the space around is too big, and the other party is not standing still.

In this way, the chances of the two sides meeting are pitifully small.

At this moment, Wu Tian's heart suddenly moved, since this is the case, then force you out directly.

In the next second, a full twenty recryptomosquitoes the size of calves appeared in mid-air, and then began to release thunder and lightning.

With the stretch of thunder and lightning, as long as three Thunder Hidden Mosquitoes work together, they can weave a huge net of 20 meters.

High in the air, the old man in white who saw this scene showed a smile.

This guy has a lot of ideas.

As the immortal spirit of the Thousand Treasure Pagoda, with his control, he naturally knew where Wen Lao was hiding at this time, and he also saw the look of horror on his face at this time.

Next, the old man in white watched the other party play a game of cat and mouse with the twenty thunder rehearsers.

I saw a large net of thunder and lightning flying around with the sound of the wind, and Wen Lao didn't dare to stay in place, just waiting to keep changing positions.

That way, he didn't have time to recover.

However, the power of thunder and lightning of the Thunder Hidden Mosquito is not endless, just as Wen Lao breathed a sigh of relief, he saw Wu Tian wave his big hand, and the entrance of the Qingtian Thunder Mansion opened, and the former looked at the new twenty Thunder Hidden Mosquitoes roaring out.

He wanted to protest, but strictly speaking, his stealth was more like cheating.

For now, I can only hope that these damn monsters will disappear quickly.

Time passed slowly, and during this period, Wu Tian even swayed around to pick up the few black sticks scattered in the distance, and the embarrassed Wen Lao hated it when he saw this, but there was no way to do it.

When the fifth batch of Thunder Hidden Mosquitoes appeared, Wen Lao was desperate.

At this moment, in a trance, he dodged half a step slower, and was wiped by a power grid.

In an instant, twenty Thunder Hidden Mosquitoes looked at each other, and then instantly surrounded them.

It was followed by six black sticks.

After this period of recovery, Wu Tian's spiritual power had already recovered somewhat, and there was no problem in the short battle.

At this moment, Elder Wen's face changed dramatically in an instant, how strong the attack power of these strange insects was He had seen with his own eyes, in terms of physical body, he was not much stronger than the Yuan Infant Cultivator.

The most important thing is the six black sticks. In desperation, he had to shout: "I admit defeat." ”

Want to go?

No way.

Wu Tian's killing intent was complete, but what he didn't expect was that when the black stick was about to hit the other party, the latter disappeared out of thin air, leaving only the animal skin in mid-air.

Wu Tian: "??? ”

He looked at the old people who appeared, and said dissatisfiedly: "Why did the seniors let him go?" ”

"The old man naturally has my reasons for doing this,"

The old man smiled and said, "It's you, this kid, who really impressed the old man." ”

"With the realm of the late stage of returning to the void, you can actually defeat a monk in the early stage of Mahayana, and this strength alone is probably enough to rank in the forefront of your human race's Ten Thousand Universe List."

"It's just a matter of luck."