"Ling Xiao, you deserve to die!"
Cai Mao roared.
The Phantom Prism was passed down by his ancestor of the Golden Pill. He had always cherished his life, but who would have expected that it would be destroyed by Ling Xiao's hands!
"I won't give you another chance to use the talisman. Let me put a head on your neck to apologize to my ancestor!"
Cai Mao roared angrily, slapped his storage bag, and several groups of light and shadow condensed in front of him again.
Ling Xiao looked at the furious Cai Mao and smiled, "Allow me to refuse. But I can send you to Jiuquan in person to apologize to him."
"you wanna die!"
Cai Mao became even more angry when he heard this.
His ancestor is not dead yet!
The magical weapon roared out, carrying Cai Mao's furious hatred, and killed Ling Xiao again.
This time, Cai Mao would never give Ling Xiao the chance to sacrifice so many talismans.
That terrifying torrent of spells, just thinking about it, gives me lingering fear!
"You've already lost."
Ling Xiao's face was extremely relaxed. After dodging the attacks of several magic weapons, he curled his lips with some regret.
Although Cai Mao survived the talisman attack just now, his body was seriously injured. Even though he could still activate many magical weapons, their power was greatly reduced.
In addition, he fell into a rage, and his men were even more disorganized.
Ling Xiao felt deeply disdainful.
What kind of person is destined to be the top pick?
This guy is like a delicate flower from an ivory tower. He can only use top-level magic weapons to bully poor casual cultivators. He cannot withstand the ravages of wind and rain at all.
Forget it, leave this "troublesome job of destroying flowers" to another flower.
Ling Xiao's face turned cold and he completely lost his patience. After raising his hand to blast away Cai Mao's incoming magic weapon, he used two talismans again and turned into a scorching black wave of flames, sweeping out!
Dragon Breath Talisman!
Cai Mao was extremely afraid of Ling Xiao's talismans at this moment. When he saw the dragon's breath coming, he immediately let out a long roar and fired four talismans to counter Ling Xiao.
However, a shocking scene appeared.
The dark flames suddenly exploded like fireworks and turned into a curtain of flames, drowning the scene on the ring.
"Hey, what does he want to do?"
The audience was stunned.
The dark and deep flames were like a big curtain being opened, blocking everyone's sight, making people extremely curious about what was happening inside.
Something must be happening.
On the ring, the Jindan referee was also stunned, because the dark flames blocked even his sight, but his spiritual consciousness could still penetrate and see everything happening in the big curtain.
Against the dark background, Ling Xiao seemed to have crossed space and suddenly appeared behind Cai Mao.
The Jindan referee remembered that Ling Xiao had also used this move against Nangong Zhu.
Cai Mao's reaction was much faster than Nangong Zhu's. Almost at the same time that Ling Xiao appeared, the brilliance of a bronze mirror had enveloped the latter.
But this time, Ling Xiao's attack was even more bizarre than when he dealt with Nangong Zhu.
The black light flashed away.
Cai Maoru screamed when he was struck by lightning, raised his head and fell!
Referee Jindan’s pupils shrank.
Ling Xiao's attack did not go unnoticed by his consciousness. The black light was clearly a crack, from which countless dense "tentacles" protruded, instantly turning Cai Mao into a hornet's nest!
Referee Jindan felt a layer of cold sweat on his back.
The cracks released by Ling Xiao are really weird. Could it be some kind of ancient summoning spell, or a taboo spell developed by overseas indigenous people?
The Jindan referee was thinking like lightning, constantly guessing what Ling Xiao's last blow was. At this time, the black flames had dissipated, and the scene on the ring finally appeared in front of everyone's eyes.
After seeing Cai Mao lying in a pool of blood, not knowing whether he was alive or dead, the entire Huqi Mountain fell into an extraordinary silence.
Silence fell.
At this moment, everyone needs time to digest this shocking ending.
Ling Xiao defeated Cai Mao!
…
Ling Xiao gasped slightly, moved his hands and feet, and exhaled a breath of turbid air.
This battle didn't last long, but it was more tiring than imagined.
Cai Mao is very strong, and he is the best monk who can control magic weapons that Ling Xiao has ever encountered. He is even more difficult to deal with than Xiao Bufan back then.
Unfortunately, in front of the arsenal, all beings are equal.
Ling Xiao smiled slightly, and saw that Cai Mao was so angry that he just fell into coma, and immediately took a step forward.
At this moment, the voice of the Jindan referee sounded in his ears.
"I kindly remind you, don't kill him, if you don't want to bear the wrath of Jin Dan in the later stage."
Ling Xiao paused slightly, remained silent for a moment, and then asked: "If I don't kill him, will his ancestor let me go?"
The Jindan referee choked.
indeed.
Ling Xiao's battle not only destroyed the magic prism weapon inherited by the Cai family, but also destroyed Cai Mao's perfect opportunity to become famous in the world, and seemed to trample the dignity of the entire Cai family under his feet.
The ancestor of the Cai family was originally a casual cultivator. He had a violent temper and was protective of his shortcomings. How could he tolerate Ling Xiao?
Kill Cai Mao or not, the other party will not let Ling Xiao go.
So Ling Xiao raised his knife and killed Cai Mao with one blow.
He took off the opponent's storage bag and took away the remaining magic weapons in the arena.
The corners of the Jindan referee's eyes twitched slightly, but he still sighed softly and fired a flash of light, which disappeared into the display light screen above the ring.
Ling Xiao wins!
The Jindan judge stared at these three characters and realized that they would be like a whirlwind, blowing through the entire Huqi Mountain.
Ling Xiao has already walked off the ring.
At this moment, the eyes of the entire Huqi Mountain were fixed on him.
Mountain-like pressure was pressing on Ling Xiao's shoulders, but he took the time to dust off his cassock, turned around and waved to a distant arena.
"Beauty, I'm leaving."
He said hello to Dong Qingran.
While everyone was stunned, Ling Xiao's figure disappeared into the forest.
After a wonderful journey, I sneaked back to the inn.
But there was still someone who was one step ahead of him.
Ling Xiao looked at the old man and the woman in the room and said angrily: "Senior, the Chengyun Competition hasn't ended yet, and my neck hasn't been washed yet. Do you want to kill me now?"
The visitors were naturally the night watchman named Yuan Ying He, and the girl Zhu'er.
Even though the old man had lived for more than eight hundred years, he couldn't help but feel angry when he heard Ling Xiao's teasing.
Damn boy!
But he defeated Cai Mao!
Nangong Zhu said: "It seems that there is no need for Mr. He to take action. You have already got into big trouble. The ancestors of the Cai family will not let you go. For the current plan, you can only join the night watchman. Mr. He will protect you. The ancestors of the Cai family will not let you go." I dare to attack you."
Ling Xiao laughed, and the old god sat down opposite the old man, crossed his legs, and said, "Isn't that right? The ancestor of the Cai family doesn't dare to kill me now."
During the Cloud Riding Competition, it is forbidden to touch the contestants!
If Ling Xiao were to die now, you would know with your buttocks that the ancestor of the Cai family must have done it.
The most dazzling player in the Chengyun Competition was killed, which was equivalent to a slap in the face of the Huntian League. How could the Huntian League just let it go? The murderer will definitely be pursued to the ends of the earth.
Therefore, before the competition ends, no matter how angry the ancestor of the Cai family is, he will never dare to touch Ling Xiao's hair.
