"Joke, this is the forbidden place of my Buddhist sect, you actually told us to leave, hehe, since this is the case, then you all don't go", the middle-aged lama raised his hand after speaking, and once again threw the beaded bracelet with white dots on a blue background into the air, and launched an attack on Ji Ang.

As soon as the other two lamas saw the middle-aged lama move, they immediately sacrificed their magic weapons to attack the two young witch cultivators beside Ji Ang respectively, and the battle started instantly, but unexpectedly, no one came to attack Han Ming.

Han Ming saw that the battle had begun, so he waved his hand to summon the small sword rune treasure back, and the small sword turned into a spirit rune and fell into Han Ming's hand, and the rune patterns drawn on the spirit rune had all faded, and it was estimated that it could only be used again at most, and the spirituality of the rune treasure would be exhausted.

Han Ming's heart ached, this rune treasure was a powerful treasure that he had been relying on before that could kill people beyond the level, but now it was about to fail, Han Ming realized that not only was his cultivation too low, but he also didn't have a powerful magic weapon that could be used at all.

Although Han Ming obtained a red sword with extremely strong spirituality in the base of the formation eye, he was never able to accept and use it, and after his careful research, he found out that this sword was actually the natal magic weapon of the Miyun Sect elder who fell in the base.

The natal magic weapon is different from the magic weapon, the natal magic weapon is specially refined according to the exercises practiced by the practitioner, and others cannot seize it, even if the original owner has fallen, it will be because of the difference in cultivation exercises, and others cannot drive it.

Fortunately, when Han Ming got this sword, he also got the exercises that matched this natal magic weapon, and the owner of the magic weapon fell naturally, and the treasure was not damaged, otherwise, what Han Ming got was just an ordinary long sword, but even so, he still needed to find a spiritual object called "Compound Stone", and re-refine this sword before it could be used.

And the ancient oil lamp he got in the cave, after consulting Huang Hua's "Tongtian Spirit Treasure Ranking", he realized that the oil lamp is called the "Soul Suppression Lamp", which is not an attack magic weapon, but a kind of Tongtian Spirit Treasure specially used to capture people's souls and warm their souls, and it can only be used when the other party is on the verge of death.

Han Ming suddenly felt that he should take a good look at the book of "Refining Experience" obtained in the base of the array eye, which recorded the detailed refining methods of more than ten high-level magic weapons, as long as he could refine one or two pieces, it would be enough for self-defense.

But now is not the time for Han Ming to think about it, he must now join forces with those Wabang witch cultivators to kill these three lamas as soon as possible to have a chance to escape, after all, this is the territory of the Buddha Sect, and other lamas may appear at any time, so Han Ming put away his distracting thoughts, put his hands together and pinched a strange mantra and began to recite the incantation silently.

The middle-aged lama's bracelet was just like fighting with Han Ming before, and after spinning in the air, a whirlwind flew out towards Ji Ang.

Ji Ang didn't move, waved his hand slightly, only heard a "pop", and a wooden pillar appeared out of thin air and stuck in front of him.

"Whew...... Bang", the whirlwind that covered Ji Ang was forcibly turned in mid-air and hit the wooden pillar in front of Ji Ang, and the wooden pillar "snapped" and disappeared into green smoke in an instant, and the whirlwind also disappeared after hitting the wooden pillar.

"Huh, how can you forcibly suck away my attack with this stake?", the middle-aged lama was taken aback, so he used his mana to urge the bracelet to move, and after the bracelet spun, a whirlwind flew towards Giang.

Ji Ang still didn't move, waved his hand lightly again, only to hear the sound of "pop", and another wooden pillar appeared out of thin air and inserted in front of him, and the whirlwind covering Ji Ang, as before, was forcibly turned in mid-air and hit the wooden pillar in front of Ji Ang, the wooden pillar "snapped" and turned into green smoke, and the whirlwind disappeared after hitting the wooden pillar.

"What kind of magic are you?", the middle-aged lama was a little flustered, how can this be fought, a spell is past, people insert a stick and absorb it, no matter how many spells are useless.

"This is not witchcraft, this is the power of the wind", Ji Ang did not speak again, and waved his hand slightly, and two wooden pillars of different colors were inserted in front of the middle-aged lama out of thin air at the same time, one yellow and the other green.

The yellow wooden pillar made a "boom boom" sound, as if it was not firmly inserted and swaying from side to side, but the middle-aged lama found that the wooden pillar seemed to exude an invisible huge force, and was pressing his body to the ground, and the middle-aged lama immediately felt that his movements had become sluggish, and his body was difficult to move.

And the green wooden pillar, which was glowing with green light, began to slowly gather upwards from the root, and it didn't take long for a huge green fireball to form at the top of the wooden pillar, and the fireball was exuding terrifying huge energy.

"Whew", just as the middle-aged lama was still hesitating, a fireball whistled out from the top of the wooden pillar and flew towards the lama.

"Boom", the fireball roared and directly hit the middle-aged lama's mana shield, and after a burst of golden light, the green fireball disappeared, and the mana shield on the middle-aged lama's body had been reduced a lot.

"What kind of magic is this?", the middle-aged lama was suppressed by the huge invisible energy emitted by the yellow wooden pillar, and his movements were slow, and the green wooden pillar was close at hand, and the fireball arrived in an instant, and the middle-aged lama couldn't dodge at all and had to rely on the shield to resist.

However, the green light above the green pillar began to slowly converge upwards again, and it didn't take long for a huge green fireball to form at the top of the wooden pillar, flying towards the middle-aged lama again.

"Ahh

"Demon law, this is demon law", the other lama who used the demon pestle suddenly screamed.

He saw with his own eyes that the young witch cultivator on the opposite side could disappear instantly under the blue light of his companion's magic weapon, and then suddenly appeared behind his companion, and with a slight swipe of the blade in the opponent's hand, his companion was in a different place.

"Whew...... Boom", a huge fireball the size of a water tank roared down from the sky, smashing the lama who was shouting wildly and even the magic weapon into ashes, and a large pit about three feet wide and three feet deep immediately appeared on the ground.

"Damn, it's so powerful", this fireball was sacrificed by Han Ming, this is the most powerful spell in the "Burning Flame Gong" that he practiced, called "Burning Fury", in fact, this spell is not much different from other fireball techniques, the only difference is that it is big, the shape is large, and the power is also great, of course, the time for chanting the spell is also very long, and it takes three minutes to recite the entire spell.

Generally speaking, the battle between cultivators is basically a matter of a few breaths from the beginning to the end, unless they meet people who are very close to each other, but in any case, very few people will cast this kind of time-consuming spell in the actual fight, the reason is very simple, because there is no such time at all.

But this time was different, Han Ming saw that others had no time to take care of himself, so he slowly cast this spell with peace of mind, but even he didn't expect that the power of this spell was so huge.

"Fellow Daoists, stop, you can leave safely, and take the meteorite with you", the middle-aged lama saw that the situation was not good, and immediately shouted.

"Hehe, you only now recognize that the small pot is iron-beaten, we must want the meteorite, but you and we are also going to kill, we are not stupid, now let you go, you will definitely call back to Ke, Mao said, kill it", Ji Ang smiled faintly.

"Hmph, death is not a problem, since you don't want to go, then stay", the middle-aged lama suddenly clasped his hands together, recited a mantra in his mouth, and a faint golden light slowly appeared on his body.

"Master be careful, he will die with you", Han Ming suddenly found that the scene in front of him was somewhat familiar, and immediately remembered the technique of "sacrificing the vajra method" performed by the previous lama, so he reminded Ji Ang loudly.

"Oh, he still thinks it's beautiful", Giang finally moved, stretched his hands to the sky and shook them, recited a mantra in his mouth, and then made a throwing motion towards the middle-aged lama with both hands.

Han Ming only felt the earth tremble, and a small mountain suddenly broke through the ground next to the riverbed in the distance, and slowly flew into the sky, strictly speaking, this was not a small mountain, but a huge stone ball composed of countless boulders, the stone ball slowly flew towards the middle-aged lama from the air, and then fell down in an instant.

The middle-aged lama's spell has not yet been completed, and the dharma is only half transformed, seeing the stone mountain falling from the sky, the middle-aged lama closed his eyes helplessly.

"Boom", the middle-aged lama was instantly covered by the stone mountain that fell from the sky, and the entire ground was also shrouded in the dust stirred up by the stone mountain.

In the haze, Han Ming felt as if someone had flashed to Lao Su and Shen Hu, so he also hurriedly rushed over.

"Is this a meteorite?", Ji Ang had already taken the meteorite in Shen Hu's backpack in his hand, and asked when he saw Han Ming coming.

"Well, yes, this is a meteorite, also called 'Fire Cloud Crystal'", Han Ming was a little helpless, so he had to answer.

"You're not happy, if we don't come, you'll be dead a long time ago, okay, you should hurry back to Ke, wait a while, there will definitely be other monks coming", Ji Ang looked at the meteorite and asked Han Ming to leave quickly.

"Okay, the strong dragon doesn't suppress the head snake, we have to leave too, and I don't know that powerful witch wants this broken stone to be used?" said Giang as he gestured to the other two witches.

Seeing Wu Xiu leave, Han Ming walked up to Shen Hu and prepared to cast a spell to wake everyone up, but he thought about it and walked away again.