Chapter 41 The Golden Bell Jar

Mo Qing's speed was very fast, and his short body jumped again and again. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Like an ape, in the blink of an eye, he jumped to the black-robed man who was still standing there chanting words.

Looking at the black-robed man in front of him, who obviously had not finished casting, Mo Qing was secretly happy in his heart, and at that moment, he exerted his right hand and poured all the strength of his whole body into it.

The teeth were bitten lightly, and he rushed out with a punch, making a bang, and his right arm slammed into the black-robed man who was a little flustered with the strength of a thousand catties.

Although the black-robed man had seen Mo Qing's extraordinary speed before, he was only as a bystander.

When he really faced Mo Qing, he realized how fast this little doll was, and almost in the blink of an eye, he jumped in front of him.

Fortunately, I kept enough distance at the beginning, and secretly carried the exercises when I got up, otherwise I might really capsize in the gutter and be planted in the hands of this doll.

The black-robed man was surprised by Mo Qing's astonishing speed, and his heart was flustered, but it was only a matter of moments.

He has a wealth of experience in fighting the enemy and is a man of strong mind.

Holding back the thought of dodging in his heart, the incantation in his mouth was pronounced faster.

Then the two hand prints suddenly changed, and he shouted: "Get up!"

A cloud of red light suddenly appeared, rushing upwards from the feet of the black-robed man, and instantly turned into a blood-red light mask, covering him from head to toe.

As soon as the red light mask was raised, Mo Qing's fist arrived.

There was a "bang", and the fist containing great power slammed into the red light mask.

The momentum is not small, but the effect is not great.

Mo Qing felt like his punch had hit something soft and bouncy.

The thing trembled slightly, rapidly, and nearly dissolved all of the power contained in his fist.

Mo Qing threw a punch with all his might, only to make it shake and ripple in circles, and then it calmed down, as if nothing had happened.

The light mask emitted a slight blood-red light, silently covering the black-robed man.

Glancing at the shroud of light around him, the black-robed man secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Mo Qing didn't say a word just now, and his sudden rush surprised him a lot.

Fortunately, he didn't mess up and released the golden bell jar spell at the last moment.

With this golden bell outside his body, the black-robed man was completely relieved.

He knew exactly how amazing the Golden Bell Jar's defenses were.

This is a relatively basic spell, but among all basic defensive spells, in terms of defense alone, it is definitely among the best.

Even if a monk of the same level uses a magic weapon to attack, he can't break it for a while. Not to mention this doll with only some brute strength.

As long as the mana allows, if you stand here and let it attack, it is impossible for the other party to break this golden bell jar.

But these are just the black-robed man's thoughts in his heart, how could he really stand still and let Mo Qing attack?

It was not easy to find a boy with strong and pure qi and blood, and he couldn't help it for a long time.

As long as this child's whole body essence and blood are practiced and all of them are refined and absorbed, if nothing else, not only will the backlash injuries he suffered during his previous practice disappear, but even his skills will have a leap and bound, and he will enter the tenth layer of the Qi cultivation period in one fell swoop.

As long as he reaches the tenth level of the exercises, he may be able to join the Demon Realm Sect.

Whether it is the Ten Thousand Ghost Sect, the Demon Spirit Sect, or the Lianhua Sect, the Yin Demon Heavenly Sect, and the Yin and Yang Harmony Sect, as long as he joins in, he has a bright future.

After joining these big sects, he has a big backer from now on, and he no longer has to live in fear all day long, worrying about being killed by those guys who claim to be on the right path.

Moreover, the cultivation resources in the sect are very abundant, which is not comparable to a casual cultivation.

The most tempting thing is that he still has a chance to get the Tsukidan, once the foundation is successful, his status will not be the same as the same, and he is no longer the lowest existence in the immortal cultivation world.

Succeed in building a foundation, no longer being bullied by others, but turning to bully others, this is the reason why the vast majority of casual cultivators are desperately cultivating and want to join the sect.

After thinking of these tempting benefits, the black-robed man's heart was hot, and when he looked at Mo Qing, who was constantly bombarding the blood-colored light mask outside, the excitement in his eyes became even stronger.

The black-robed man didn't want to delay any longer, because the golden bell jar that he thought was incomparably strong began to shake violently under Mo Qing's continuous attacks.

The front part was so deeply dented that it looked like it was about to break.

The black-robed people were shocked, how much brute force did it take to bombard the golden bell jar like this!

But in an instant, he was overjoyed again, because the greater Mo Qing's strength, the more it showed that the power of qi and blood was strong, and the more useful it would be to himself.

After looking at the deformed light mask in front of him, he laughed darkly, and the black-robed man took out a small black banner from his arms.

After staring at it carefully for a while, a look of intoxication appeared on his shriveled face.

Then he held the banner in one hand, and the other hand conjured up strange seals, and his mouth spat out a hoarse incantation.

With the strange movements of the black-robed man, the small black banner changed amazingly.

Not only did the shape gradually get bigger, but the black on it also became more intense, with an indescribable strangeness.

The black banner was windless and automatic, and as it rolled, streams of black gas with a demonic aura emanated from it and gradually diffused.

Not only did it fill the entire light mask, but it also gradually covered Mo Qing as well.

Mo Qing was surprised, the tenacity of that blood-colored mask was beyond his imagination.

With all the strength of his body, he stormed it for a while, and there was no sign of cracking except for making it shake and deform sharply.

It seems that it is not enough to just rely on brute force to break it.

Just as he was about to stop and attack in another way, the black-robed man suddenly took out a small banner from his arms.

After seeing Xiao Hao, Mo Qing's cold little face showed a look of emotion.

Magic Weapon!

He exclaimed in his heart, this person actually had a magic weapon on him!

This is really tricky, originally there was only one light mask, and it was possible to break through the fireball technique that he had already practiced well.

But suddenly the other party took out another magic weapon, which made him, who was already in a weak position, even more passive.

Regarding the knowledge of magic weapons, Huang Laoxie told Mo Qing.

As the name suggests, magic weapons are weapons used by people who cultivate immortals, but they are much more powerful than the weapons used by people who practice martial arts, and the two cannot be compared together at all.

There is some essential difference between magic weapons and ordinary weapons.

Ordinary weapons can be used by anyone, but magic weapons can only be used by immortal cultivators, and mana must be inputted.

It is only after inputting mana that it can show its amazing power.

There are many types of magic weapons, but they are all the same as terrifyingly powerful.

Flying sword weapons can take people's heads thousands of kilometers away, and some magic weapons can spew blazing flames and melt everything.

Thinking of the power of the magic weapon that Huang Laoxie had said, and then looking at the black evil banner that was getting bigger and spitting out a breathtaking black gas, Mo Qing was startled, and immediately stopped attacking with brute force.

In the Silent Movement Exercise, a trace of pure mana gushed out from the dantian, wandered in the meridians, and quickly gathered on the hands.

Under the rapid flip of his two hands, a layer of dazzling flames covered Mo Qing's small hands.

Glancing at the black-robed man who had not yet finished casting the spell, Mo Qing preemptively launched an attack.

With a loud shout, his hands were clenched, and the fist that gathered all his strength, burning with blazing fire, ignoring the black gas in front of him, slammed into the blood-colored light mask in front of him.