This tattered little banner actually refined thirty-nine earth-shattering prohibitions, which is equivalent to a monk's cultivation at the fifth level of qi refining!

And it is only two prohibitions away from being able to advance to the next stage, which is equivalent to the sixth level of Qi refining for monks!!

Fetal movement, induction, induction, condensation, refining ...... This small banner is a magic weapon that can only be possessed by monks above the realm of refining.

Not to mention that the three monks screamed out loud, even Yu Dao almost screamed, but fortunately, he suppressed the impulse in his heart in time.

The white cat looked at the tattered banner in the center of Jiuding in a daze, and kept reading in his mouth: "Thirty-nine prohibitions, thirty-nine forbidden magic weapons...... as if he was stupid.

The white cat's original cultivation was in the realm of condensation, and she knew far more about the preciousness of the thirty-nine forbidden magic weapons than Yu Dao and the others. In short, if she had such a magic weapon in the first place, let alone being seriously injured, the monks of Qingyang Palace would not even dare to provoke her.

The three monks stood at the bottom of Jiuding, and their eyes immediately turned red, and everyone wanted to have this tattered little flag.

Yu Dao came back to his senses, looked at Xiao Wan, and a word suddenly popped up in his mind: "Yin Soul Banner." He closed his eyes, thinking about the ghost banner he had seen earlier.

Sure enough, although the styles of the two are very different, there are similarities in breath.

This tattered little banner is a magic weapon that was refined by using the magic weapon Yin Soul Banner Sacrifice Alchemy Sacrifice, and it has the same possibility of being promoted to a magic weapon like Yu Dao's Du Erhu.

Yu Dao remembered what the white cat had just said, and thought in his heart: "No wonder someone will arrange nine great tripods to repair it." ”

Although the Yin Soul Banner was refined by the human sacrifice to produce thirty-nine prohibitions, it was already dilapidated at this time, and the thirty-nine prohibitions were swallowed out, and it was obviously quite vain, as if it was about to be broken at any time.

I think that if it weren't for the support of the Nine Great Dings, its quality would have fallen by half.

The three monks didn't know about it, and they stared at the tattered little banner with hot eyes, and they all wanted to reach out and grab it in their hands immediately. But they didn't make a move, but their eyes flashed with cruelty, and they peeked at the two companions beside them.

The three monks were worried that if they took the hata, they would be injured by the other two, and they would have to lose the treasure in the end.

For a moment, the three of them were at a stalemate, and only the prohibition released by the tattered flags on the scene was vibrating.

The white cat came back to his senses, hurriedly pulled Yu Dao's hair, and said, "Quick, Taoist, quick! She muttered: "With this treasure, not to mention resuming cultivation, it is possible to find a place to practice." ”

The white cat, like the three monks, was eager to get his hands on the flag. But Yu Dao calmed down and poured cold water on her: "Look at the current state of that magic weapon?"

When the white cat heard this, she quickly looked at the tattered little flag, her eyes immediately darkened, and she said in disbelief, "Bad?

The white cat was angry for a while, and there was a mist in his eyes.

I think she has been trapped all her life, and she didn't even have a magic weapon in her hand for decades, but now she happened to encounter one, and it was still broken.

The white cat's heart suddenly cooled, and he was completely speechless.

Yu Dao didn't want to pay attention to her appearance when he saw her, and continued to pay attention to the changes in the field.

The atmosphere between the three monks became more and more tense, and the mana in their bodies surged, as if they were about to release their mana immediately.

The scholar of the folding fan said in a deep voice: "I discovered this place first, and this magic weapon deserves it." If the two of them are willing to be adults, Xiaosheng will definitely have a heavy gift. ”

The big man who carried the stick didn't appreciate it, and said in a muffled voice: "This magic weapon was made by a certain family, and I should take it." ”

Seeing the two arguing, the red-clothed monk just recited a Buddha name silently, and then said slowly: "The magic weapon is related to the poor monk." ”

The atmosphere between the three monks was even more tense, and they were already standing around the tattered flags, forming a three-legged situation.

Someone lowered his voice and said, "Don't you two refuse?"

"You don't want to ye?" was also asked.

The atmosphere suddenly cooled down, making Yu Dao, who was hiding on the side, secretly frightened.

Immediately, a burst of shouts rang out: "Then you will see the real chapter under your hands!"

I saw a purple gold whistle stick stretched out, crackling out countless stick shadows, and swept towards the folding fan scholar and the red-clothed monk.

The scholar and the monk were shocked, and hurriedly used their mana to resist.

But the shadow of the stick flashed, and the big man carrying the stick suddenly put away the stick and jumped. A giant mana hand appeared in the air, trying to pinch the tattered banner in his hand.

Yu Dao stood in the dark and watched, and immediately knew that the big man carrying the stick was attacking the east and west, and wanted to take the opportunity to take the small flag. Although the other two were a beat slower, they also reacted.

"Thief, you dare!"

"Wickedly, stop!" both of them shouted angrily.

"Hahaha!" the big man laughed, and another stick swept at the two of them, and the air was blown up.

The scholar fanned a fan and blocked the big man's stick, but it was too late to stop the big man from carrying the stick.

The red-clothed monk took the opportunity to cooperate, and threw the rosary in his hand directly, wanting to tie up the big man who was carrying the stick, intending to surround Wei to save Zhao and leave the tattered flag.

Bang! Stick after stick, the big man wanted to pull out and shoot the rosary away, but his purple gold whistle stick was entangled by the scholar and couldn't stop it for a while.

As a last resort, the big man had to withdraw the spell, reflexively palmed, and the giant hand directly knocked the rosary away.

"Thief, suffer death!" The folding fan scholar took the opportunity to drink, he turned the fan, and the fan surface rose with spiritual light, and twelve fan bones suddenly flew out and stabbed at the big man carrying the stick.

The big man who carried the stick screamed, and the stick was like flying, opening the twelve fan bones one by one.

But he ignored one person at this time, and the red-clothed monk laughed, and read in his mouth: "Good, good!" I saw the rosary scattered, or made a fist-sized missile, crackling at the big man carrying the stick.

The shadow of the stick, which was unable to splash the big man with water, was attacked by twelve fan bones and thirty prayer beads, and there was an omission for a while, and he was hit by three prayer beads.

Bang! The impact sounded, and the big man carrying the stick showed a spiritual light, but it was his talisman technique that appeared and saved his life.

But the big man who carried the stick didn't have time to rejoice, and exclaimed: "Baby hurt me!"

With two cold snorts, the folding fan scholar and the red-clothed monk joined forces, and hit his body with the magic weapons in their hands.

The big man who carried the stick didn't have time to deal with it anymore, a whistle stick was directly knocked off, and then the bones were broken by the rosary, and the bones were chopped into meat puree by the fan bones.

Decades of Taoism dissipated in an instant.

After killing the big man who carried the stick, the folding fan scholar and the red-clothed monk didn't stop for a moment, and even directly operated the magic weapon and hit the other party.

The mana surged, the aura shot out, and the killing machine surged in the secret room.

Yu Dao regressed again and again, for fear of being affected.

What the three of them didn't notice was that after the big man who carried the stick died, the tattered little banner shook suddenly, and the big man's flesh and blood were rolled into the big ding.

The purple gold whistle stick was also sucked into another big ding, and it instantly turned into molten iron......