The bald monk nodded, and was about to repress, when suddenly a sharp bolt slashed at him.

The change was hasty, but after all, the bald monk had reached the Ning Dan stage, so it was naturally impossible to stand still, a trace of anger flashed on his face, and with a pinching of his hands, a demonic qi rose from his body, turned into a black python, and turned over to meet him.

Thorn ......

The demonic qi was exhausted, the spirit flickered, and the bald monk's face was bloodless, obviously he had suffered a lot in this fight.

The old man was stunned for a moment, and his face couldn't help showing a little hesitation, but in the end, he slowed down and stopped next to the bald monk.

Of course, the reason why he is like this is not because of any righteousness, but because of the current situation, the two of them flee separately, and they can only die, on the contrary, if they can join forces against the enemy, maybe there will be a glimmer of life.

This person is worthy of being a mid-stage Ning Dan monk, and in an instant, he has weighed the pros and cons.

Stretched out his hand and patted it on the storage bag, a ray of light flew out, and after circling, the light converged, revealing a black iron crutch.

The bald monk was even more unambiguous, thumping his chest and squirting a small banana fan from his mouth.

On the fan, the runes flowed, and this treasure seemed to be quite extraordinary.

The two glanced at each other, and activated the protective shield at the same time, so that they had time to release their divine senses and look for traces of the enemy.

Judging from the intensity of the attack just now, although it was terrifying, it was obviously not a primordial old monster, at least not from the main body, so they were not lifeless.

It's just that where exactly is the enemy hiding?

In this poisonous mist, their divine sense was greatly restricted, and the two had to turn their heads to look around, for fear that if they were not careful, they would be attacked by the other party.

"Hey, that'...... What's that?" said the bald monk, his eyes widening suddenly, and his face horrified.

The old man was stunned for a moment, and hurriedly looked over.

Originally, the soles of their feet were a soft swamp, but now they are like boiling soup pots, gurgling and bubbling on the scabs.

A smell of rotting corpses filled the air, and the expressions of the two became extremely ugly.

At this moment, they already knew that it was the corpse demon who attacked them, this terrible guy, did he want to defeat each one?

As soon as the old man's eyes rolled, his face showed a somewhat flattering expression: "Senior Mingjian, the younger generation has no intention of intruding into your territory, and will never dare to be your enemy, please raise your noble hand and let us go." ”

"Yes, senior, we are just small miscellaneous fish, but now there are a bunch of old monsters who intend to be unfavorable to you. The bald monk rolled his eyes, and even came up with a poisonous plan to lead the water to the east, as for Lin Xuan's helping virtue just now, he had already been thrown out of the clouds.

As long as you can live, what's the point of being shameless?

It's a pity that this effort was only in vain.

The corpse demon wanted to devour the golden pill of the two of them to increase their mana, how could they let them go stupidly because of some rhetoric?

The boiling corpse qi in the swamp not only did not weaken, but became more and more violent.

Sou!

An object rose into the sky, suspended in mid-air, and the two looked fixedly, but it was a big ghost head, with eyes like copper bells, a bloody mouth, a single horn on the forehead half a foot long, and teeth like sharp blades, flashing with palpitating cold light.

It's the clone of the corpse demons.

However, unlike the corpse beast that Lin Xuan had destroyed, this ghost head was cultivated by him with one-third of his distraction, and his divine power was so strong that it was far from being something that ordinary Ning Dan Stage cultivators could resist!

Feeling the terrifying coercion released by the other party, the faces of the two became more and more pale.

"Senior......" A trace of fear flashed in the old man's eyes, and he wanted to talk about it, but the ghost head didn't want to delay with him here.

In the eye sockets, the red light flickered, and the big mouth opened, and a blood spurted out from it.

It was about half a foot long and unusually slippery, like a living thing.

The old man was shocked, and naturally he didn't dare to take advantage of his tongue anymore, so he hurriedly pinched the trick with both hands and pointed at the faucet crutches in front of him.

Woo......

From the top of the crutch, flew out a black wind dragon, this is the old man's penance for many years of hard work, the previous enemy, always invincible, this time facing the mutated demon, but self-protection should be no problem.

Just thinking like this, the wind dragon and the blood ray have collided violently.

There was a loud bang, and then a dense popping sound like fried beans began to come non-stop.

The old man's eyes widened, and in the face of the continuous advance of blood, the wind dragon he sacrificed was actually powerless to fight back, and was devoured little by little.

What kind of magic is this?

He couldn't help but gasp, the corpse demon in the Yuan Infant stage was certainly extraordinary, but he never thought that a small distraction would be so powerful.

There was a faint regret in my heart, maybe it was safer to stay with that senior Li.

But since he made such a choice at the beginning, now he can only swallow the bitter fruit.

With a loud shout, the mana in his body was injected into the crutches, and the demonic energy surged, and in order to survive, the old man could only try his best.

The bald monk was not idle, and although he wanted to leave, he knew that he would only die sooner if he did.

Gritting his teeth, the person spewed out a breath of essence at the magic weapon in front of him.

Speaking of which, his cultivation is not high, but this banana fan is a treasure.

There is a story about the origin.

As we all know, after the immortal cultivator Jin Dan is completed, he will travel around, collect materials, and refine the magic weapon he wants.

This process is very hard, magic weapons are much more precious than spiritual weapons, so the refining materials are also very demanding, and it usually takes decades of effort to collect them all.

This is still an immortal cultivator of the Great Gate Sect!

And some casual cultivators or small families, even if someone is lucky enough to succeed in condensing the pill, due to their shallow foundation and poor life, they may not be able to collect all the materials for refining magic weapons.

The difficulty of the immortal path is not only reflected in cultivation, but also in all kinds of necessary resources, especially for grassroots immortal cultivators, it can be said that it is difficult step by step.

I think that at the beginning, the bald monk was like this, he used a lonely family, although by chance, plus his own qualifications were good, and he was willing to endure hardships, he was lucky to condense into a golden pill.

However, he was shy in his pocket, and then he wanted to refine the magic weapon in his hand, which made him suffer enough.

First, he wandered around the islands of the sea of clouds in search of the materials he needed.

However, whether it is ore or various precious crystals, the known ore veins have long been divided by various sects.

Although he is an immortal cultivator in the Ning Dan period, he is alone and weak, so naturally there is no way to compete with him.

Not to mention the precious materials with special properties, even if it was refining the ordinary legal thousand-year-old copper essence, he had been searching for more than ten years before he got a piece the size of a baby's fist.

Needless to say, I feel sad in my heart.

In fact, if he has enough spars, many materials can be purchased in the market, even if ordinary shops do not get it, there will definitely be a lot of gains in the auction, however, it is still the same sentence...... Shyness in the bag.

Depression is the only description, but it must be unwilling to let his dignified Ning Dan stage master use the spirit weapon.

Therefore, despite the slim hope, he could only continue to search, going back and forth to the major islands every day, and sometimes even having to go deep into dangerous places to hunt cloud beasts in exchange for the necessary spars.

A few years are like a day, and before you know it, a jiazi has passed.

The harvest is still not big, and the bald monk is almost desperate, but the things in the world of cultivating immortals are full of unknowns, and sometimes a casual decision will bring adventures.

That day, he chased and killed a second-order demon beast, but inadvertently, he came to an abandoned ancient cave, and in the depths of it, he found a skeleton.

It was impossible to find out who the skeleton was, and the bald monk was not interested in finding out, but he was overjoyed by the storage bags scattered on the ground beside him.

In addition to nearly ten thousand crystals, as well as some bottles and jars, there is actually a banana treasure fan.

Judging from the aura it emitted, it is obviously a magic weapon of no low level, God has mercy, and he has made a lot of money this time.

The bones turned into ash smoke at the slightest touch, apparently I don't know how many thousands of years have passed, the bald monk took the treasure fan and looked at it carefully.

With this ancient treasure, he was satisfied, although he couldn't use his own Dan Fire to cultivate, but after following the ghost path and supernatural powers, after taking the essence blood sacrifice, he could also exert most of his power.

Coupled with that unexpected hedron harvest, although the bald monk can't be said to be wealthy, as far as casual cultivation is concerned, his life is also very nourishing.

I still have a great future, how can I fall here?

A fierce color flashed in the bald monk's eyes, and his hands kept waving, one by one.

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nbsp; And after absorbing the essence qi he spewed, the treasure fan rose wildly in the wind, and the diameter was more than a zhang, and the runes on the surface became clearer and clearer.

"Huh?" the ghost head was attracted to attention, and his hideous face showed a little surprise.

The other party's cultivation is not worth mentioning, but this treasure fan looks like it is not very powerful.

"Hurry!"

In the face of a strong enemy, the bald monk did not dare to stay strong, and the mana in his body surged away, and the treasure was lightly fanned, and two strange winds suddenly flew out of the fan.

All have thick bowls, a pitch black as ink, and the distance is still far away, faintly exuding a fishy smell.

The other one was miserable white, and the color was like a corpse fire, which made people extremely uncomfortable to look at.

Needless to say, the power is not trivial.

The ghost head also showed a trace of solemnity, but soon the corners of his mouth showed a hint of sarcasm, this treasure is indeed extraordinary, but it is a pity that the user's cultivation is too low to be worried.

I saw that the red light in his eyes flickered, and his big mouth was chewing non-stop, and there were faint obscure spells, intermittently......

Then he opened his bloody mouth and spewed out a cloud of purple mist from it, with flickering corpse fire inside, crashing towards the yin and yang strange wind.

Silently, the three colors are intertwined, fighting endlessly, evenly matched, but this is only the surface.

Although the power of the supernatural powers is similar, the difference in mana between the two sides is unknown, and soon the bald head cultivation is not enough.