After that black light quickly killed one person, it turned in front of everyone in the air and rushed directly towards the inner disciple.

After seeing that black light quickly killing people, most of the disciples of the outer sect seemed a little overwhelmed for a while because of their lack of experience. However, in the face of the black light of the attacker, the inner disciple originally held his sword in his hand, so he directly swung his sword to catch the flying black light.

With a loud bang, although the black light stopped in the air, the inner disciple was forced to retreat more than ten steps before he stopped his body.

At this moment, the light and black light had been fully revealed, not a person, but a pestle-shaped magic weapon with a whole body of black and green more than a foot long, the thin part was as sharp as the tip of a needle, and the other end was a skull the size of a fist, stained with blood.

"This magic weapon is very tight, everyone be careful. Seeing the pestle-shaped magic weapon suspended in mid-air, the inner disciple's face couldn't help but become ugly, and he hurriedly spoke.

Magic weapons, that can only be controlled by using magic decisions.

There are three levels of magic weapons, low-grade magic weapons, middle-grade magic weapons and high-grade magic weapons, and the power exerted by different levels is also different.

Among them, the lower-grade magic weapon is the lowest grade magic weapon, the middle grade magic weapon is second, and the upper grade magic weapon is the highest grade magic weapon.

Magic weapons are divided into three types, attack magic weapons, defensive magic weapons, and flying magic weapons, among the three, flying magic weapons are the most precious, and even the entire Shangqing Sect does not have a flying magic weapon.

Among them, there are many kinds of attack weapons, including physical attacks, mental attacks, and other attack methods. The function of the defensive weapon is just the opposite, the purpose is to resist all kinds of attacks.

As for the flying magic weapon, as the name suggests, it is a magic weapon used to fly, and cultivators can fly in the sky through it, but if they want to maintain the flight of the flying magic weapon, they need to cultivate at least above the foundation building period.

Although there are some restrictions on the cultivation of flying magic weapons, the value of a low-grade flying magic weapon is enough to be compared to a high-grade attack magic weapon.

And in the entire Upper Puritan Sect, there was only one flying magic weapon, which was in the hands of the Great Elder at the peak of the foundation building.

Although the lower-grade magic weapon is the lowest level of magic weapon, ordinary monks may not be able to obtain a low-grade magic weapon after spending their entire life. Even if he is an inner disciple of the Shangqing Sect, he must cultivate to the foundation building period before he can get a low-grade magic weapon rewarded by the sect.

On top of the magic weapon, there is a more powerful magic weapon, which is said to be amazingly powerful, which can open mountains and split mountains, fill mountains and move seas, and block large rivers.

However, no one has really seen it, they have all heard from the mouths of the two elders in the foundation building period in the sect, and the magic weapon is also divided into three levels: lower grade, middle grade and upper grade, and there will be a huge gap in the power between each level.

It is said that there are spiritual treasures on top of the magic weapon, but most of them are seen and heard in legends, and no one in this world really has them, so they can't be believed.

For these disciples of the Shangqing Sect, it is already very good to be able to see high-grade magic weapons in their lives, not to mention the spiritual treasures that no one has ever seen in the rumors.

And the pestle-shaped magic weapon suspended in the air, everyone could already see it completely, only to see that the blood-stained skull on the pestle-shaped magic weapon was absorbing the blood bit by bit.

At the same time, the pair of black eyes on the skull glowed with red light, which also looked quite strange.

Ye Tian looked at the disciple who had just died, his death was almost exactly the same as the people in the town, his head was chiseled open by the magic weapon, and the essence blood and brain marrow were instantly sucked away.

Seeing that this demon's magic weapon was powerful, Ye Tian immediately retracted his breath, hid behind several Upper Qing Sect disciples, secretly gathered his spiritual power in his body, and lowered his body to maintain a state that could explode at any time.

"After a day of waiting, I finally got someone to wait. The cultivator laughed strangely.

After Ye Tian listened to the words from the mouth of the evil monk, he couldn't help but be stunned in his heart, he didn't expect that this person had already been prepared, and he was specially ambushed here, waiting for this group of disciples of the Upper Puritan Sect to come over.

Suddenly, a black-faced Taoist with a face like black charcoal jumped down from the roof of a house, only to see the rapid change in his right finger technique, the words in his mouth, and the pestle-shaped magic weapon suspended in the air 'hummed', and quickly flew not far in front of Ye Tian.

After the black-faced Taoist landed, his eyes turned, and his eyes were fixed on Ye Tian, who was hidden among several Upper Qing Sect disciples, and a sneer appeared on his face.

Sensing the black-faced Taoist's cold eyes, Ye Tian showed a trace of cowardice on his face, and he was a little flustered under his feet, and retreated a few steps backwards one after another.

Ye Tian's move was intended to deliberately show weakness, so that the black-faced Taoist could relax his vigilance. And the black-faced Taoist didn't know the depth of Ye Tian's cultivation, so he really hit the plan, and glanced at Ye Tianhou with a look of disdain, and then looked aside.

I saw that the black-faced Taoist stopped the fingering in his hand and the magic decision in his mouth, stretched out his right hand and slapped it on the pestle-shaped magic weapon, and a red light flashed in his hand and did not enter it, and the pestle-shaped magic weapon instantly burst out.

"Poof!"

A disciple of the Shangqing Sect couldn't dodge, and was directly pierced through the head by the pestle-shaped magic weapon, and the pestle-shaped magic weapon did not make any stops, and immediately shot at the person next to him, and the person ran away only three steps away, and was chased and killed.

In the blink of an eye, two disciples of the Upper Qing Sect had already died under the pestle-shaped magic weapon.

I saw that a blood hole the size of a bowl was carved out of the two of their heads, and they fell to the ground with hideous faces.

The surrounding Shangqing disciples, seeing the scene in front of them, had no fighting intent, and immediately retreated one after another, all of them looked flustered, holding the sword in their hands a little nervously, and standing in place a little at a loss.

This pestle-shaped magic weapon is really powerful, and the speed is too fast!

These Shangqing disciples are all outer disciples, most of them have to engage in production and manufacturing all day long because of their lack of talent, and they have less time to cultivate, all of them are in the acquired realm of refining qi, so their eyesight is limited, and they can't see the trajectory of the black-faced Taoist controlling the pestle-shaped magic weapon at all, and they can only be like fish on the chopping board, and they can be slaughtered by the black-faced Taoist!

"Evil demons, take your life!"

The inner disciple saw that the three disciples of the Upper Puritan Sect had died at once, and he didn't dare to hesitate any longer, and when he stepped on the ground, the whole person immediately rushed to the pestle-shaped magic weapon that was shuttling between the crowds, and the sword in his hand slashed at the pestle-shaped magic weapon again.

There was another sound of 'bell', but this time the sound was far louder than the previous one, and the inner disciple only felt a sharp pain from the tiger's mouth, and the sword in his hand was almost unable to hold it, and when he looked down, he found that his tiger's mouth had cracked several hideous bloody wounds.

At the same time, the pestle-shaped magic weapon instantly flipped over and flew out a foot away.

"Senior brother!"

The outer disciples of the Shangqing Sect, who were still stunned and at a loss, saw that their senior brother repelled the pestle-shaped magic weapon with one move this time, as if they had found the backbone of the main heart, and immediately gathered from a state like scattered sand.

"Don't panic, everyone, form a formation to attack this demon!" Seeing that everyone was no longer as flustered as Fang Cai, the inner disciple didn't care about the injuries on his hands, and while shouting to everyone, he raised his sword and took the black-faced Taoist directly.

The rest of the outer disciples of the Shangqing Sect were just like waking up from a big dream under the shouts of the inner disciples, and remembered the content of the most drills in the mountain cultivation ground in the past, and everyone quickly stood up and formed a sword formation to force the black-faced Taoist over.

"Hurry!"

The black-faced Taoist saw the inner disciple of the Shangqing Sect rushing towards him, and the fingers in his hand changed rapidly, and then he shouted loudly, and saw that the pestle-shaped weapon directly turned around and rushed towards those Shangqing disciples who had just formed a sword formation.

The inner disciple saw the pestle-shaped magic weapon flying towards the crowd again, and he didn't know if this sword array could resist it, so he suddenly became anxious, so he had to give up the black-faced Taoist in front of him and rush back with the sword again.

With a single blow, the pestle-shaped magic weapon broke through the sword formation formed by those outer disciples, and immediately killed one person, while the inner disciple caught up and blocked in front of the pestle-shaped magic weapon.

The sword formation was broken, and the black-faced Daoist was not threatened at all, and he could still freely manipulate this pestle-shaped magic weapon.

Tossing back and forth like this, the inner disciple just lifted his breath and dispersed, he also felt a little remorseful at the moment, if he had just sacrificed an outer disciple and fought directly with the black-faced Daoist, he would not have ended up in such a passive situation now.

And the young man who was traveling with him who originally had some expectations was actually not as good as those inner disciples in his own sect, as if he was frightened by the black-faced Taoist, and he was stunned and motionless.

The pain from the tiger's mouth made him afraid to choose between the pestle and the magic weapon. But seeing that his feet were quickly on the ground, the whole person kept retreating at the same time, and the sword in his hand kept pulling the pestle-shaped magic weapon.

One person and one pestle are entangled together.

Seeing that his magic weapon had completely entangled the inner disciple, the black-faced Daoist suddenly showed a smug smile on his face, and stepped forward with an arrow step, rushing directly towards the rest of the Shangqing Sect disciples.

The black-faced Daoist had words in his mouth, one of his hands pinched the trick, and the other hand quickly slapped directly at the person closest in front of him.

I saw that a layer of pale red light emanated from his palm, and as soon as he came into contact with that disciple, he immediately drained all the spirit and blood of that disciple, leaving only a shriveled corpse in place.

A flush appeared on the black-faced Daoist's forehead, and his aura became a little stronger, as if the spiritual power consumed by the previous control pestle-shaped magic weapon was replenished in an instant.

In just a few breaths, the flush on the black-faced Daoist's forehead had disappeared.

"Senior brother, save me!"

The black-faced Taoist can kill a person with one palm, and the death is so miserable that the outer disciples of the Upper Qing Sect are powerless to resist, so they can only scatter and flee, and the scene suddenly looks very chaotic.

The inner disciple saw that the black-faced Taoist man slaughtered among the disciples of the Shangqing Sect and wantonly sucked the essence blood of everyone, but he was also helpless, because he couldn't get rid of this pestle-shaped magic weapon at all.

These outer disciples were all brought by him, if he couldn't bring them back alive, even if he was desperately trying to escape by himself now, how would he explain to the sect after returning to the mountain.

The inner disciple endured the sharp pain at the tiger's mouth, and used all his strength to knock the pestle-shaped weapon away again and again. He was just about to turn around and go to the aid of the disciples who had been attacked by the black-faced Daoist when the pestle-shaped weapon was ready to fire and rushed towards him again.

The black-faced Daoist glanced back at the inner disciple, and couldn't help but let out a sneer, and was about to make a move against the next person, when he suddenly noticed a fierce wind coming from under him, and before he could see what was happening clearly, a huge force immediately came out from his lower abdomen, and the whole person flew out directly.

"Bang!"

After the black-faced Taoist flew out of a distance of more than ten meters, he fell heavily to the ground, and a huge pit had collapsed in the dantian of his abdomen, and the whole person was already dead and could not die anymore.