Chapter 267: Xuanwu Seven Killings (4)

Fortunately, at this time, Xiao Ziyang's three spirit swords were already unconscious, and the finished glyph surrounded Zhang Herong in it.

Xiao Ziyang's eyes were already red at this time, just like the gambler who fought the last game, he roared wildly, controlling the spirit sword in front of Zhang Herong, and suddenly broke out.

I saw that it made several extremely flexible turns, got rid of the entangled defensive magic weapon, and aimed the crescent-shaped outer string at Zhang Herong, and a palpitating power suddenly rose from the spirit sword.

A brilliant purple magic blade instantly appeared in front of Zhang Herong.

When the spirit sword suddenly rose, even surpassing the awe-inspiring power of the inferior magic weapon, Zhang Herong knew that the Dao was not good, and he did not hesitate to launch a life-saving trick.

I saw him open his mouth and spray, and a golden ring flew out of his mouth, instantly growing to the size of a wheel, and intercepted in front of the purple jade cracking mountain.

A Jindan monk who has rebuilt the broken pill, if he has a magic weapon before the broken pill, he can store a dan yuan in the magic weapon, and after the broken pill, he can use this dan yuan to urge the magic weapon to save his life again.

At the moment when Zhang Herong spewed out the magic weapon, he seemed to realize something, and suddenly let out a terrified howl, waved his hand and slapped his chest, and more than a dozen defensive magic weapons flew out without money, intercepting in front of the two purple spirit swords behind him.

The moment the purple jade split mountain slash in front hit the magic weapon of the ring, the two spirit swords located behind Zhang Herong's side also suddenly threw off the entangled shield magic weapon, and a burst of equally powerful and awe-inspiring power appeared on these two flying swords.

The quality of the more than ten defensive magic weapons released by Zhang Herong after the most extreme release was obviously much inferior to the few that were entangled with the spirit sword before, and there were even two high-grade magic weapons, how could they block the purple jade splitting mountain slash that had already surpassed the power of the lower-grade magic weapon at this time? These several magic weapons were like tofu, and they were cut in half one after another.

But under the sacrificial arrest of these more than ten magic weapons, the power of the purple jade splitting mountain slash was also weakened by nearly half. Even so, the fifth-level metal talisman on Zhang Herong's body was also broken by the sound. Then, the purple jade split mountain slash slashed Zhang Herong's body.

But then, there was no scene of blood splattering.

Zhang Herong's body exploded with a dazzling light and shadow.

After the light and shadow, Zhang Herong's naked body was revealed, and the Dao robe on his body had already been torn to pieces by the violent mana collision just now, revealing a jet-black inner armor that he was wearing closely.

Behind this inner armor, two large openings were opened, and two terrifying wounds were cut open on the skin inside, revealing the white ribs inside.

These two wounds, while they looked terrible, did not hurt the internal organs.

Zhang Herong, who only said that he was going to die, after passing by death, a violent fear and ecstasy hit his heart at the same time, making him even feel a little dizzy.

After a while, Zhang Herong, who was slightly calm, stared at Xiao Ziyang in front of him, with a cruel and crazy look on his face.

But after he saw the calm and watery expression on Xiao Ziyang's face, he was slightly stunned. At this moment, the ground in front of him suddenly cracked, and a black banner as black as jade suddenly burst out of the ground.

The moment he saw this flag, Zhang Herong, who had exhausted all his means and no longer had much defensive power, showed a look of extreme fear on his face, and his feet slammed to the ground, and he actually ran backwards with his mortal light skills, and at the same time cast a spell to put on a talisman cover for himself. The cast speed is extremely fast.

But his struggle was destined to be in vain, the black magic flag flickered slightly, and a pink magic smoke seemed unpleasant, but in fact, it was like lightning that shrouded Zhang Herong in it.

A soulless corpse fell to the ground with a heavy blow.

At the same time, the nine blood-colored flying swords that besieged Xiao Ziyang also fell to the ground one after another.

As the pressure dissipated, Xiao Ziyang knelt on the ground, and the remaining Ruyi Shield clone also disintegrated into a cloud of light and dust at this time.

Xiao Ziyang has entered the immortal cultivation realm until now, and has experienced more than a dozen battles, but he has never been like this time, with all his means exhausted, and his hole cards turned over, and he still almost lost his halberd.

Xiao Ziyang looked at Zhang Herong's corpse in front of him, and suddenly laughed. The laughter grew louder and louder, and eventually turned into wild laughter.

Outside the "Xuanwu Seven Killing Array", there was a sudden fluctuation of the formation that was triggered. Xiao Ziyang just laughed wildly and ignored it.

Outside the large array, more and more monks gathered. Listening to the sound of wild laughter that came from the formation and did not belong to Zhang Herong, a group of people became impatient, and some people couldn't help but try to attack the big array, but they were split by the Seven Killing Blades on the spot.

Half-ringing, Xiao Ziyang, who was out of breath, stopped his nervous laughter after a cough and struggled to get up.

Waving his hand to put away the nine blood-red flying swords that had fallen around, Xiao Ziyang walked towards Zhang Herong's corpse not far away. He turned a blind eye to the extraordinary defensive magic weapon lying at his feet, and just stared at Zhang Herong's corpse and examined it carefully.

He squatted down, put his hand under Zhang Herong's close-fitting inner armor, and touched his abdomen and chest. After groping for a while, Xiao Ziyang's face showed a look that was really like this.

On the hand he retracted, there was an extra silver ring. The ring is set with these seven small gemstones that shimmer with a purple shimmer.

A faint fluctuation emanated from the ring, the same as the storage bracelet in his hand, but more pure, deep spatial aura. Xiao Ziyang immediately recognized that this was a storage ring, a storage magic weapon that was higher than a storage bracelet.

From the first time Xiao Ziyang heard that Zhang Herong had formed a golden pill in just over 20 years and had a magic weapon, he wondered if this person had hit the big luck and obtained the Taoism of his predecessors.

Otherwise, his cultivation speed is too amazing, even if it is the Great Luo Sect, known as a genius who has not been born for a hundred years, Wang Ziling is not comparable to him, this person is just a loose cultivator of the spiritual root of a five-grade person.

The more Xiao Ziyang thought about it, the more he felt that he had guessed correctly.

Although there are not many things in the immortal cultivation world because of the Dao system of the predecessors, it is not nothing.

One of the most famous is the famous Jinyangmen, one of the ten immortal sects in the Central Plains, whose ancestor is rumored to have accidentally discovered the ancient monk's cave and obtained a silver jade Taoist book "Sun Golden Fire Decision".

However, at this time, Xiao Ziyang looked at the storage ring in his hand without the slightest joy. In his heart, he was actually full of fear at this time.

Xiao Ziyang's heart was constantly tumbling at this time, "People die for money, birds die for food!"

The reason why he took such a risk this time to break into the lair of a golden egg monk and come to the fire was eighty percent because of greed.

A Dao system that can make a very poor spiritual root, with a cultivation speed exceeding that of a famous sect, countless resources, and a core disciple with a heavenly spiritual root, is naturally self-evident.

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