"I said that you, a little priest, have already asked you to come back and you are still coming. With your level of cultivation, you are really looking for death."
"Fortunately, your common people friends were knocked unconscious by these monks, otherwise you would be in trouble. Since you found the meteorite, you can get it and take your friends away quickly."
"Bold, who do you think you are? This is the Buddhist sect."
The middle-aged lama was angry that he was being ignored.
"It doesn't matter who we are, we just want the meteorite, and you should leave quickly, otherwise you won't be able to leave."
"What a joke, this is the place where our four Buddhist and Taoist sects were founded, and you actually asked us to leave? It's really ungrateful. If that's the case, then you all will stay."
After speaking, the middle-aged lama raised his hand and threw his green-backed and white-dot bracelet into the air again.
When the other two lamas saw the middle-aged lama taking action, they immediately used their magical weapons to attack the two young witch cultivators next to Ji Ang.
Surprisingly, no one came to attack Huang Ming this time.
Huang Ming took this opportunity to recall the small sword and talisman into his hands.
If you look carefully, you will see that the rune patterns drawn on the talisman have all faded. It is estimated that the mana of this talisman will be exhausted once more.
Huang Ming couldn't help but feel heartache.
This small sword and talisman was a powerful treasure that he had relied on before to kill people beyond levels, but now it was about to lose its effectiveness.
It was also at this time that Huang Ming discovered that not only was his cultivation level too low, but he also did not have a truly usable powerful magic weapon.
The red long sword he got at the base of Miyun Sect's formation is quite good, but it cannot be conquered by ordinary methods because this red sword is not an ordinary magic weapon, but the natal magic weapon of the elder of Miyun Sect.
It is said that this natal magic weapon is different from the magic weapon.
The natal magic weapon is a magic weapon specially refined by cultivators based on their own cultivation techniques. It is relatively unique. Even if the original owner dies, the recipient will not be able to use it due to different cultivation techniques.
Even if Huang Ming got the sword at the same time as the skill that matches this natal magic weapon, this sword was refined by someone else after all.
If Huang Ming wants to conquer this treasure, he needs to find a spiritual object called "compound stone" to be refined for a second time. Otherwise, this red sword with strong spirituality will just be a sharp sword.
As for the oil lamp he got in the cave, he later figured it out.
That oil lamp is called the "Soul-Calming Lamp", and it is indeed a heavenly treasure that is on the ranking list.
But the soul-suppressing lamp is not an offensive weapon, but a spiritual treasure used to absorb and warm the soul. It can only be used when the opponent is on the verge of death.
Huang Ming suddenly felt that he should go back and study the "Secret Method of Refining Weapons". Of the more than ten high-level magical weapons recorded in the book, as long as he could refine one or two at will, he would be enough to defend himself.
But now is not the time to think too much.
What he has to do now is to quickly join forces with the witch cultivators to kill these three lamas. This is the territory of the Buddhist sect and other lamas may appear at any time.
When no one was attacking, Huang Ming put away his distracting thoughts and clasped his hands upside down, pinched a strange spell and began to recite the spell silently.
At the same time, the battle between the witch cultivator and the lama has begun.
The middle-aged lama faced off against the great wizard Ang, while the two lamas in the early stage of the Golden Elixir faced off against the two young wizard cultivators.
The middle-aged lama didn't say much and threw his bracelet into the air.
Just like the previous battle with Huang Ming, this bracelet spun "tick-tick" in mid-air and then flew out of a whirlwind towards Ji'ang.
But Ji Ang didn't move. With a wave of his hand, a wooden stake appeared out of thin air and was inserted in front of him.
Just listening to the "call", the whirlwind that enveloped Ji'ang was forcibly turned in mid-air and hit the wooden stake summoned by Ji'ang.
"Bang", the wooden pile turned into smoke, but the whirlwind also disappeared after hitting the wooden pile.
"You..., how can your wooden pile absorb my magic?".
The middle-aged lama's heart was wildly shaken, and he once again used his magic power to urge the bracelet to "call" and another whirlwind enveloped Ji'ang.
Ji Ang still didn't move, and with a slight wave of his hand, another wooden stake was inserted in front of him.
The whirlwind that enveloped Gion was, like the previous one, forcibly turned in mid-air, and hit the wooden stake in front of Gion again.
"Snapped".
The wooden pile turned into smoke, and the whirlwind disappeared again.
"This? You? What kind of sorcery are you doing?".
The middle-aged lama was really panicking because his small temple was on fire this time.
Once a spell has passed, if someone inserts a stick and absorbs the spell, how can you fight it?
"Hey, this is not a magic spell for me, this is the power of the wind."
Ji Ang smiled and waved his hand again, and saw two wooden stakes of different colors inserted in front of the middle-aged lama at the same time, one was yellow and the other was green.
After the yellow wooden stake hit the ground, it made a strange sound of "boom, boom, boom" and swayed left and right on the ground as if it was not inserted firmly.
But the middle-aged lama discovered that this wooden pile was emitting a huge energy and was pressing his body underground. He suddenly became sluggish and found it difficult to move.
After the green wooden stake hit the ground, it began to glow with a strange green flame.
It slowly gathered upward from the root of the wooden pile, and soon turned into a green fireball at the top of the wooden pile.
Just when the middle-aged lama was a little surprised, the green fireball left the wooden pile and roared towards him.
"Bang", the fireball hit the middle-aged lama's mana shield. After a flash of golden light, the fireball disappeared, and the middle-aged lama's mana shield became thinner.
"No, this is sorcery? You, who are you?".
The middle-aged lama was a little desperate.
He was suppressed by the huge energy emitted by the yellow wooden stake, and his movements were slow. The green wooden stake was so close that the fireball arrived in an instant. He could not dodge at all and could only rely on the mana shield on his body to resist.
Just then, "Ah...".
The lama who offered the blue bead let out a scream.
Then his bare head and body wearing cassocks fell separately, and a young shaman holding a short blade stood behind the lama's body.
"The evil method, the evil method, this is the evil method."
The other lama who used the magic pestle began to scream wildly.
He saw with his own eyes that the young witch cultivator had been immobilized by his companion with the "Snow Ningzhu", but the witch cultivator suddenly disappeared under the blue light of the magic weapon and appeared behind his companion in an instant.
After that, he saw the sharp blade in the opponent's hand swiping lightly, and his companion's head was missing. He had no idea what happened.
This is not over yet.
Almost at the same time, a giant fireball the size of a water tank "whoosh..." roared down from the sky.
Then listen to "bang".
The lama who was shouting wildly was completely destroyed by the fireball that fell from the sky, including his body and magic weapon. A large fire pit about two to three meters wide and about one meter deep appeared on the ground.
