Ishikawa looked at the fragment treasure coldly, and the lines on the fragmented treasure were clearly visible. Ishikawa was shocked in his heart, because Ishikawa seemed to see a similar pattern on the inside of the Gathering Spirit Xiaoding.

Ishikawa secretly said in his heart: "This thing is just a fragment, it has such power, if it was not damaged back then, it must be a treasure." ”

However, with this fragment of treasure, Ishikawa did not dare to take out the Qinggang Sword and the Sparrow Spirit Sword.

"Hurry!" Ishikawa snorted lightly, and flying swords flew out of Ishikawa's cuffs, these flying swords were all magic swords refined by Ishikawa during the Qi training period, and from the current point of view, they were all inferior things. In the fighting methods of the monks in the foundation building period, there is no use at all.

This time, Ishikawa threw out almost all the low-level flying swords, and in the air, hundreds of flying swords galloped towards the old man.

A sneer flashed in the old man's eyes, and with a wave of his hand, golden light erupted, and dozens of flying swords melted into molten iron and scattered.

However, the number of flying swords was extremely large, and before the old man could completely destroy it, the flying swords had already flown away.

"There are so many low-level flying swords, what's the use of more?" the old man laughed, and a golden light came out from the top of his head, and then wrapped his whole body, and his entire body was covered with golden light.

The flying sword flew above the golden light and immediately broke into two parts.

The old man was even more happy in his heart, and he guessed that Ishikawa was worried that the flying sword would be devoured, so he made this decision.

However, this also shows that Ishikawa has no power to fight back.

"It's good that those treasures aren't damaged, and if I kill them, they'll all be mine. The old man's heart was overjoyed.

Just when the old man was happy, a flying sword suddenly broke, but this flying sword was different from other flying swords, and a small box was attached to the flying sword. The flying sword breaks, and the box is opened.

Some of it is white water, sprayed out.

The old man was bent on killing Ishikawa, but he didn't pay attention to it, and the white water sprinkled on the golden light of the old man's protective body with the breaking of the flying sword.

"Whoa!" billowed smoke.

The golden light of this protective body was actually corroded by the white water, and the white water continued to enter.

Along with the old man's robes and inner armor, they were also corroded.

The old man was shocked, he didn't expect this white water to be so powerful, before he could react, the white water had already entered his body, and his spiritual power was wildly corroded by the white water.

"What is this?" the old man shouted, the intense pain and the loss of spiritual power made him angry.

The old man waved his big arm, and a huge banner flew out from behind him and flew towards Ishikawa.

On the banner, there is still a trace of blood dripping.

The old man sat down cross-legged, and a stream of golden light shot out in his hand, pouring into the place covered by white water.

The red flag, although no one controls it, is extremely fast, and in the center of the flag, it is like a huge ghost.

And the banner looks like a sea of blood.

The ghost head is in the sea of blood, up and down, constantly flashing.

Ishikawa's divine sense slightly investigated, this ghost head was actually made of soul refining, and the big banner was the spiritual weapon where the ghost head was hiding.

It seems that this old man also has a lot of opinions on the art of refining the instrument spirit.

The banner grew larger and larger, and finally grew to more than 30 zhang, surrounding Ishikawa.

At this time, the seven monks who had gone out to collect spiritual grass also heard the movement, and the swift return of the imperial sword, they couldn't help but be shocked when they saw this red flag.

The monstrous bloody aura emanating from the banner made them unable to retreat.

As long as they are close, the blood in the banner will make their hearts lose their minds.

These seven people, divided into seven places, they also saw the old man sitting cross-legged, and also saw the red banner that had been completely shrouded by Ishikawa. …,

Obviously, Ishikawa was at a disadvantage.

"Fellow Daoists, hurry up!" a monk shouted, flying his sword and rushing towards the old man sitting cross-legged on the ground.

I saw a flash of golden light on the old man's head, and the fragmented treasures emitted extremely strong suction, and the flying swords within his thirty zhang were all sucked in.

At the same time, it also completely severed the divine consciousness that was connected to the flying sword.

The eyes of the seven people showed a look of horror, and it was obvious that the strength of this old man could not be underestimated.

"It's no matter what you have to do here, get out of the way, otherwise don't blame the old man for making a move!" the old man said coldly. The red banner is the old man's natal treasure, and the ghost head in it is carefully refined by him after decades of painstaking efforts.

If there were another ten years of refining, this blood-colored banner could resist the Jindan stage cultivators.

But at this time, the old man was eroded by white water, and he couldn't stop it, so he had to use this natal magic weapon, but he didn't expect that these seven people would come back again.

The seven people were all stunned, this old man was able to wrap Ishikawa with a red flag, and his cultivation would definitely not be low. And the fact that he took away their flying swords in an instant just now made them even more frightened.

To fight or to retreat? The seven of them were a little hesitant.

"If Shi Daoyou is killed by him, the seven of us will not be able to survive within the borders!" a monk shouted, and once again took out the flying sword, spraying out.

The old man sneered, the fragmented treasure flashed with a brilliant light, and the flying sword was swallowed up again.

"I'll say it again, get out, or don't blame the old man. ”

The seven people were all shocked, retreated more than 200 feet, and looked at them from afar. There weren't many flying swords in their hands, and if they were devoured like this, they would soon be useless.

And in the midst of the red flag, Ishikawa looked coldly at the blood-red ghost head in it.

This reminded Ishikawa of the strange pickaxe, which he hid in the valley in order to avoid being pursued by the ghosts.

The bloody aura on the mine pickaxe is very similar to this ghost's head.

If the pickaxe is here, it should be able to swallow the ghost head directly.

The red flag kept fluttering, like a sea of blood, enveloping Ishikawa's whole person.

The ghost's head loomed in the sea of blood, hissing and screaming.

At this moment, a black light suddenly flew out from the sea of blood. Ignoring Ishikawa's mental control, the blind Jiao flew in, and the blind Jiao shuttled through the sea of blood, fighting with the ghost.

Ishikawa was slightly surprised, but after getting the blind Jiao from Ishikawa, the blind Jiao rarely acted so uncontrollably.

The blind Jiao is like this, which shows that this ghost head is of great benefit to him.

This sea of blood, like a huge formation, Ishikawa couldn't leave, Ishikawa simply sat down cross-legged and watched the battle between the blind Jiao and the ghost head.

Obviously, the blind Jiao has a lot of advantages, and the ghost head will not give an inch.

In this sea of blood, there is no rule to follow when the ghost head haunts, and it can be crossed dozens of feet in an instant.

At this moment, the blind Jiao opened its mouth, and a blood-red bead spurted out of its mouth. The blood-red beads were one, and the surrounding sea of blood began to tumble strongly.

The ghost head also emerged from the sea of blood, his eyes fixed on the blood-red beads, full of greed.

"Whew!" the ghost couldn't help but pounce.

The blind Jiao let out a sharp cry and met it, one red and one black, entangled and fought, in the sea of blood, constantly tumbling.

Ishikawa is not worried, although this ghost head is protected by a sea of blood, his aura is very weak, and he obviously has not given birth to spiritual sense, so it should be regarded as a very weak instrument spirit.

With the strength of the blind Jiao, it is more than enough to deal with it.

What intrigued Ishikawa was the blood-red beads that the blind Jiao spat out.

Ishikawa originally thought that this bead was one of the Blind Jiao's inner pills, but he didn't expect that this thing actually existed independently in the Blind Jiao's body. …,……………………………………

On the periphery of the blood-colored array, the old man sweated like rain.

The white water was eroding his body little by little, and although he wanted to use spiritual power to catalyze it, this white water was a treasure that Ishikawa had obtained from the Heavenly Yuan Treasure House.

At that time, hundreds of Qi cultivation period cultivators died in the white water. However, for the monks of the foundation building period, although this white water will not kill immediately, it is still a maggot on the tarsal bone and cannot be removed.

The old man felt a chill in his heart, if this white water was on his legs, he might be ruthless and cut off his legs, but this white water eroded his abdomen, and after a short delay, it had entered the dantian.

Spiritual power has also been eroded a lot.

The amount of white water is very small, but little by little, the entire dantian will be eroded. In this way, this body cannot be saved, and can only choose to find a suitable body to take away.

The old man's eyes showed resentment.

At this moment, the blood-red array exploded with a bang, and the blood-red ghost head, with a red bead in its mouth, galloped towards the old man, and the black blind Jiao was in hot pursuit.

The old man didn't say a word, and directly took out the fragmented treasure.

When Ishikawa saw this, he was immediately shocked, and the fragmented treasure was rushing, and it turned out to be a blind Jiao.

"Thunder Tribulation!" Ishikawa shouted, and a blue arc of lightning flew towards the old man in an instant.

"Bang!" There was a loud bang, and the Taoist robe on the old man's body was completely destroyed, revealing the inner armor of his body, and on the silver inner armor, a fist-sized hole was revealed, which was actually empty.

And the fragmented treasures also fell down and fell to the ground.

The ghost's figure froze slightly, and a strange look suddenly flashed in his eyes. jumped out of more than 30 zhang and fled in a hurry.

"It's not good, this person is possessed by the ghost head!" Ishikawa secretly said that it was not good, if this person escaped, it would not become a big climate, but in the mouth of the ghost head, there were blood-red beads of blind Jiao.

This bead came from the ghost, and when he arranged the ghost's blood array, it was with this as the eye of the array, and the preciousness of this thing is self-evident.

Ishikawa couldn't figure out why the blind Jiao spit out this blood-red bead?

Before Ishikawa could finish thinking, the blind Jiao let out a brisk chirp, and the ghost head began to slowly shrink, solidifying little by little.

The blind Jiao opened his mouth, and the ghost head involuntarily retreated backwards.

"Fellow Daoist, spare your life......" The old man's voice was not finished, and the blind Jiao swallowed it into his stomach in one bite, and his figure flashed, returning to the sea of divine consciousness in Ishikawa.

Ishikawa glanced at the seven people in the distance, and without saying much, he flew over directly and put away the old man's storage bag and fragmented treasures.

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