Chapter 158: The Power of Fu Bao (Crying and fainting, begging for subscription)

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I saw that Zhao Taiping Zhenyuan was injected, and the formations and runes on it suddenly seemed to come to life, blooming with golden light.

In the flow of golden light, the array and runes converged into the shape of a crane in the rune chapter. Then, with a flick of Zhao Taiping's wrist, the golden light flowing talisman immediately flew out and turned into a white crane pestle composed of golden light!

As soon as the white crane pestle came out, there was a burst of exclamations and gasps in the bronze hall.

"Old Crane Weng's portable magic weapon - the white crane pestle?"

"It turned out to be Fu Bao?!, this Zhao family's father and son are willing to pay for Zhao Long!"

"Bastard, it's a rune treasure!"

Rune treasure, stripped of the next trace of power from the real magic weapon, supplemented by a variety of materials to refine the talisman. Although it is only a trace of the power of the magic weapon, and the power will be exhausted, the magic weapon is a magic weapon after all, and it is enough to sweep the Qi cultivation period!

I saw the golden white crane pestle suspended in the air, and a white crane danced around the white crane pestle.

Looking at the white crane pestle, Zhao Taiping smiled slightly, and said confidently: "Fellow Daoists, my father specially refined this talisman treasure for the old man, I don't know how many Daoists have the confidence to take away this creation from the old man?"

The group of foundation building monks were silent, and a few of them immediately turned around and left after a moment's thought. The rest of the people looked at each other, and then at the same time they launched their own attacks on Zhao Taiping!

"Huh. Zhao Taiping sneered, a touch of disdain flashed in his eyes, in the face of the spells that came across him, Zhao Taiping just stretched out his hand, and saw the light crane on the white crane pestle spread its wings and soared into the air, and the illusory white crane pestle went towards many spells together!

The white light flashed, like the feathers of a crane, forming a formation in the sky, and an even larger white crane sang in the formation!

Then I saw the white feather blades flying all over the sky, stirring up all those spells to ashes!

I saw Zhao Taiping's figure standing proudly on the flying magic weapon, and said in a pointing tone:

"It seems that the old man's Fu Baowei can be better, this relic of the Jindan monk, the old man will accept it!"

With that, as soon as his divine consciousness moved, the white crane pestle immediately turned into a streamer of light and rolled towards the bones of the Jindan monk!

And at this moment, a simple bronze long sword suddenly broke through the air.

There was no breath on the long sword, only a quaint meaning. The long sword was not manipulated by anyone, and it was obviously the result of a strong throw.

Shen Yu squinted his eyes and looked fixedly, only to see that the monk surnamed Li had recovered from the state of exhausting his five senses, and seeing that Zhao Taiping was about to roll up the bones of the golden pill and everything around him, he suddenly threw out the nameless ancient sword with tears in his eyes, and his body still maintained the posture of throwing the sword.

Looking at the nameless ancient sword whose blades were a little dull, Zhao Taiping smiled disdainfully, all the foundation builders can't be me, what's the use of you throwing a long sword over?

Then Zhao Taiping glanced at Shen Yu with a cold light in his eyes, and said:

"Wait until I accept the creation of the Jindan monk, see how I concoct you and avenge Pan'er. It's a pity that you didn't bring those men, otherwise the old man would have been beheaded. ā€

I saw Shen Yu smile and said, "Oh, yes, but I guess you can't take away the golden pill bones." ā€

"Hmph!" Zhao Taiping snorted coldly, and said proudly: "My talisman treasure has the power of a magic weapon, and if the golden pill is not released, the old man is invincible today!"

"Smack!" Shen Yu slapped his palms and said with a smile: "Do you sound like the sound on your old face?"

"The erector is looking for death!" Listening to Shen Yu's ridicule, the old man suddenly became angry and bluffed, and wanted to directly kill Shen Yu on the spot!

However, at this time, the nameless ancient sword had already accurately stabbed the white crane pestle that rolled up the bones of the Jindan monk, and at the same time, a huge rotten qi burst out, and the illusory white crane pestle was suddenly shrouded in patches of patina!

Zhao Taiping, whose divine sense was connected with the white crane pestle rune treasure, was stunned for a moment, and then was shocked:

"Is this breath a magic weapon? How is it possible!"

Zhao Taiping said in shock at first, and then there was a burst of heat in his eyes, the magic weapon! That is the magic weapon! There is only one magic weapon in the entire Hundred Beast Mountain, and it is right in front of his eyes!

Moreover, among all the people present, he is the strongest one!

Thinking of this, Zhao Taiping's heart suddenly became hot, Jin Dan bones, Jin Dan relics, and a magic weapon!

And at this moment, Zhao Taiping suddenly screamed, only to see that the mottled patina had begun to spread towards the inside of the white crane pestle!

Seeing this, Zhao Taiping felt a great pain in his heart, seeing the power of the nameless ancient sword, he couldn't care about any Jindan relics at the moment, and directly recalled the white crane pestle talisman treasure.

The white crane pestle turned into a golden light and instantly returned to Zhao Taiping's side. Under the urging of Zhenyuan, the light crane on the white crane pestle let out a long roar, and the white streamer surged, directly removing the patina.

At this time, the nameless ancient sword without the white crane pestle once again returned to its ordinary, fell to the ground with a clatter, and then was immediately picked up by the monk surnamed Li, held it in his hand, and looked at Zhao Taiping suspended in mid-air with a cautious expression.

Seeing this, Zhao Taiping's eyes flashed with a flash of surprise, and then laughed: "I see, the little guy has no ability to drive, and this magic weapon will only automatically fight back." In other words, I'll slaughter you little guy first, and everything will be mine!"

"Hahaha!" Zhao Taiping laughed wildly, and the black water quicksand around him appeared, directly enveloping most of the bronze hall!

Then I saw Zhao Taiping stretch out his hand to the white crane pestle, and the white crane pestle suddenly bloomed with white light, and a strong aura emerged, that breath far exceeded that of the ordinary foundation building monk, and countless feather-like spiritual light began to float on the black water quicksand. Along with the black water quicksand, it fills the main hall.

Zhao Taiping's flying magic weapon was suspended in the air, and under his feet was the appearance of Daze composed of black water and quicksand, and around his body and above his head were pieces of crane feathers. A look of domination in the world.

I only heard Zhao Taiping say domineeringly: "Fellow Daoists, this old man is going to be decided! If you don't want to die, leave quickly, otherwise don't blame the old man for killing!"

The foundation-building monks all had an unwilling look in their eyes, and when their eyes met, they all understood what each other meant. Zhao Taiping Fu Bao is in hand, destined to be invincible, today I am afraid that I will lose face and lose the opportunity again!

However, just as the group of foundation building monks were about to fly away, a voice suddenly sounded:

"Old man, no one told you that you were crazy, and that you were so arrogant that you looked nasty!"

Looking at the voice, the person who spoke was the monk surnamed Li with an ordinary face.

I saw that he was holding an unknown ancient sword in his right hand at this time, and in his left hand he was holding an ordinary scabbard that fell out of the bones of Brother Jindan because the white crane pestle had fled.

I only heard the monk surnamed Li say to himself: "Although I don't know what kind of connection there is between them, but I don't know why, I just know that as long as you do this, you won't get anything today!"

With that, the monk surnamed Li shoved the nameless ancient sword into the scabbard.

Suddenly, a shocking bronze sword light rose into the sky! )