The talisman exploded!
There was a loud bang, and the protective shield instantly shattered under the bombardment of scorching black flames, turning into auras of light dancing in the sky.
But before Ling Xiao could become happy, his expression changed drastically. The light from the scattered protective shield suddenly condensed and turned into sharp cold light, spraying towards him!
"Phantom Prism! I didn't expect the old ghost from the Cai family to give this magic weapon to Cai Mao!"
"Is it that ancient magical weapon that is both offensive and defensive? With this weapon by his side, Cai Mao is almost invincible!"
On the top of Huqi Mountain, the Jindan monks who were paying attention to the battle couldn't help but tremble slightly.
They are familiar with the past of the ancestors of the Cai family and are very aware of the power of the phantom prism. More than 400 years ago, the ancestors of the Cai family relied on this magical weapon to achieve great success.
At the moment, the extremely sharp lenses were like rain hitting the banana trees, drowning Ling Xiao.
"Is the winner determined?"
"So fast?"
People were in an uproar.
The next second, people's expressions froze again.
Ling Xiao raised his fists and blasted away the flood of lenses. The remaining fragments of lenses hit his light blue gauze robe and scattered like water splashes.
Ling Xiao stood calmly in mid-air, glanced at the phantom prism condensed like water in front of Cai Mao, and smiled.
The water attribute weapon was defeated by his shark robe.
However, the defensive power of this magic weapon is truly astonishing, even the two Dragon Breath Talismans could not shake it.
At this moment, Cai Mao also put away his disdain, and a little excitement flashed in his indifferent pupils.
"It's interesting. In recent years, there have been fewer and fewer opponents who can force me to use the Phantom Prism."
These words reveal the loneliness of being at a high place.
Ling Xiao narrowed his eyes slightly, glanced at Cai Mao up and down, and asked curiously: "I heard that strong people are lonely and look forward to the appearance of an equal opponent every day. You are not such a person, are you?"
Cai Mao sneered and said nothing, but with fighting spirit burning in his eyes, he answered Ling Xiao.
Ling Xiao's eyes twitched and he sighed: "Then you are quite perverted."
Only a guy like this who was born into a good child would have such an idea.
lonely?
How can people who are running around for a living every day have time to be lonely?
"The warm-up is over, Ling Xiao, come on!"
Cai Mao shouted fiercely, and with a flick of his fingertips, the sword light roared out. In addition, there were fierce iron ropes, domineering sword light, green flags shaking the light, and double hooks intertwined and scissored...
Cai Mao released five top-level magic weapons in one go!
The audience on the mountainside screamed in surprise.
In the normal late stage of foundation building, it is impossible to control so many top-level magic weapons at the same time. The consumption of spiritual consciousness is no joke!
It can be seen from this that Cai Mao's spiritual consciousness is far more powerful than that of monks of the same level.
"This is Cai Mao's true strength. He has an endless supply of magic weapons!"
On the ring, facing Cai Mao's stormy offensive, Ling Xiao also had an extremely solemn expression on his face.
"Warm up, end."
He muttered to himself, then put his feet up and moved!
He moved as if startled, his figure jumped up and down, and dodged the attack of the magic weapon at the last moment. At the same time, he put away the jade embroidered knife, moved his arms like a waterfall, and hit Cai Mao from the air. !
However, his attack rippled feebly in the mirror that appeared in front of Cai Mao.
The sixth top-level magic weapon, the phantom prism inherited from ancient times!
"troublesome."
Ling Xiao muttered.
Normal attacks cannot shake the magic prism's defense at all. If this turtle shell is not shattered quickly, this competition will be dragged into a protracted battle.
Ling Xiao has no time to be lonely, let alone waste time with the other party!
"That's it!"
Ling Xiao made up his mind to fight quickly, brushed his sleeves, and suddenly pulled out the densely packed talismans.
This scene shocked everyone!
"Oh my god, Ling Xiao is going to risk his life!"
"There are a total of forty talismans. How can his consciousness support them?"
"You are indeed a country bumpkin. Do you think you can win by stacking talismans?"
The audience looked horrified at first, then disdainful.
Regardless of how powerful the forty talismans are, the consumption of spiritual consciousness alone to sacrifice the talismans is beyond the support of physical cultivation!
The power of each talisman is slightly different. If you want to exert the power of all talismans at one go, the monk's spiritual consciousness is required to control each talisman with incomparable precision!
Only the most senior talisman cultivators are qualified to do this!
Ling Xiao obviously made the mistake of cultivating immortals, thinking that he could win by just stacking talismans. If that were the case, the cloud-riding competition would have been filled with talismans.
"What a waste of money!"
“It must be the money stolen from Nangong Zhu!”
People are both disdainful and envious.
Forty talismans cost eight thousand spirit stones in the market price alone, which is a waste of money!
It's starting to burn!
Forty talismans lit up at the same time, and the light scattered. At this moment, Ling Xiao seemed to have become a sun, the most dazzling existence in this world.
Cai Mao was quite disdainful at first. After all, even he himself was not sure that he could control so many talismans in one go. But the next second, a look of surprise flashed across his face.
Because Ling Xiao really succeeded in activating all the talismans!
this……
What's going on? Isn't he a physical practitioner?
Before he could think about it carefully, he saw Ling Xiao pointing a finger and saying softly: "Ji!"
Boom!
The light of the talisman was dazzling, forming a torrent of colorful spells in mid-air, pressing towards Cai Mao like an overwhelming mountain!
The sword edge screamed, the blade shook wildly, the iron rope melted, the green flag dimmed, and the double hooks broke!
The five top-level magic weapons that Cai Mao sacrificed were the first to bear the brunt. In the face of the terrifying torrent of spells, they could hardly resist for even a moment. The aura was destroyed and the battle was defeated!
The torrent of magic came with unstoppable power and was devastating, lighting up the fear on Cai Mao's face.
fear!
Extreme fear!
Because as a witness, Cai Mao discovered that the power of the talismans released by Ling Xiao was even higher than the normal forty talismans!
Forty, compared to others’ fifty!
"hateful!"
Cai Mao finally realized that something was wrong. The shadow of death enveloped him. He could only desperately use his magic power to inject it into the phantom prism in front of him.
Click, click, click...
The blue light on the phantom prism surged, condensing layers of mirror defense in front of Cai Mao, trying to reflect the mad power of spells coming from the sky.
The torrent of magic drowned Cai Mao's figure.
Everyone's eyes were blazing white, dazzling and invisible.
a long time.
The raging spells calmed down, and people looked intently at the arena, horrified.
On the huge arena, Cai Mao knelt on one knee, barely maintaining the protective shield in front of him. Blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth and flowed all over the ground, turning his whole body into a terrifying pool of blood.
Cai Mao's face was as pale as paper, his body was trembling slightly, but his eyes were gleaming with excitement.
Blocked!
He blocked an unimaginable shocking blow!
However, at this moment, the protective shield formed by the phantom prism made a soft "click" sound.
Immediately afterwards, the protective shield shattered in the eyes of Cai Mao with great regret.
This time, the Phantom Prism failed to transform and was completely destroyed.
