At this time, not to mention the Nascent Soul Stage monks, even a late eighth-level demon slayer would be reduced to ashes even if he got a little bit of it.
But now he was blocked by someone, a middle-level eighth-level demon slayer.
No, it's impossible. Could it be that the set of sticks in his hands are magic weapons?
At this moment, there was a sudden earth-shaking loud noise in the field, and the flame lantern was directly pushed out. Wu Tian in the field was extremely weak at this time, and his whole body was in burning pain, as if he had come out of lava. He had three heads and six arms. It will also disappear soon.
With his current state, it was still too reluctant to use the "Qianjun" move. If it weren't for the fusion of spiritual power and magic power, he might not be able to use it.
Despite this, Wu Tian still managed to repel the opponent's magic weapon.
No, it's not over yet.
He raised his head and glanced at Mr. Wen, who was stunned on the spot, and threw the six black sticks in his hand towards him with all his strength.
At this time, Mr. Wen still couldn't believe it, but his many years of experience as a killer had honed his extremely quick reaction consciousness, and he had already woken up when the black stick just made the sound of breaking the wind.
Having seen its power, he did not dare to be careless, let alone use his physical body to block it, so he repeated his old tricks, retreating while trying to use magic to resist.
However, as soon as he took two steps back, there was a sudden sharp pain in the sea of consciousness, as if someone had punched him hard.
Ah, he let out a scream.
Just in terms of spiritual consciousness, even Wu Tian was a little worse than him. In addition, the six-armed Shura had not yet reached full maturity, so the attack of this spiritual consciousness only caused a lag of less than one second to the opponent.
However, on the battlefield, things are changing rapidly, and one second is enough to change a lot of things.
When Mr. Wen regained his clarity, he suddenly looked up and found six black sticks approaching.
The direction Wu Tian threw was very particular. Six black sticks came forward and backward, sealing all routes within a five-meter radius of him. No matter which way he fled, he would be attacked by at least two to three black sticks.
"No,"
The angry-eyed Mr. Wen only shouted halfway before his abdomen was pierced by one of the black sticks.
Under this almost suffocating force, his entire body was involuntarily thrown backwards, and in the process he was hit in the chest by one of the black sticks.
When he landed, two bowl-sized wounds on his chest and abdomen were gushing blood.
Seeing the other party's dead expression, Wu Tiangang breathed a sigh of relief, but suddenly realized something was wrong.
When the opponent was hit just now, there was no villain above his head.
What this means is obvious.
The other party was not a human being, or he had used some treasure to avoid the blow the moment before he was attacked. As for the body lying on the ground at this time, it was even more unlikely to be him.
It only took a moment for Wu Tian to react, and then he quickly retreated, trying to leave the place.
However, he ignored that he was at the end of his strength at this time, both physical and spiritual power were close to drying up, and his speed was much slower than usual.
Before he could run very far, there was a sudden scream in the void, and then the figure of Mr. Wen appeared in the air, with the invisible animal skin spinning above his head.
“The response has been good, but that’s where it ends.”
He stretched out his hand, and the flame lantern that had flown to nowhere appeared in his hand again, and then pressed down on Wu Tian.
"Fortunately, there has been a breakthrough in the past few days, otherwise it would really be impossible to perform it twice in such a short period of time."
At this time, Mr. Wen was full of murderous intent towards Wu Tian. At the moment of life and death, he inspired a substitute treasure that had been refined for many years and barely escaped this fatal blow.
His heart bled when he thought of the value of that treasure. Twenty pieces of high-grade spiritual stones were just gone.
You must know that the reward for this mission is only ten high-grade spiritual stones.
I must crush you to ashes in order to relieve the hatred in my heart.
While he was gritting his teeth, Wu Tian was also in desperate situation.
Just thirty meters away, the terrifying high temperature had already caused many parts of Wu Tian's body to explode, and the blood that seeped out was evaporated before it could fly far.
Without the three heads, six arms, and magic patterns, Wu Tian at this time is not even qualified to imprison the flame lantern, and will be burned to ashes by the surrounding flames.
The old man in white clothes in the sky sighed softly, and then wanted to stop him.
In this battle, Wu Tian's performance was already incredible. If it had been an ordinary early-stage Mahayana monk, he might have died just now.
However, he was facing a member of the famous assassination organization "Chunxiao" of the Wei Dynasty, and his methods and magic weapons were far stronger than those of monks of the same level.
It's just that the old man in white is still dissatisfied. It has nothing to do with his inferior skills and the identity of the opponent. If he loses, he loses.
At this moment, bursts of Sanskrit sounds suddenly came from the void, as if countless monks were reciting Buddhist scriptures, and then one after another, majestic golden Buddha statues appeared, rendering the battlefield into a golden ocean.
In the end, a total of twelve golden Buddha statues nearly ten meters high stood around, holding various Buddhist instruments and blasting towards the flaming lanterns in mid-air.
What is this?
At this time, not only Wen Lao, but also the old man in white showed a hint of surprise.
The power of these Buddha statues with different expressions was astonishing. They suppressed the flames at the moment of contact. After only three or five rounds, the flame lantern was smashed away again.
The magic weapon was broken again, and Mr. Wen, who was connected with his mind, couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood.
But this time he learned the lesson well. When Wu Tian just turned around, he disappeared from the spot with the help of the animal skin on his head.
"Okay, not bad, you can actually block several attacks from me, but you can't attack anymore now."
"Isn't that the same for you?"
Wu Tian took back the Buddha head bracelet and replied calmly.
"Hmph, so what, don't forget, as a Mahayana monk, my recovery speed is far faster than yours. As long as you give me some time, it will be easy to take your life."
At this time, Mr. Wen was very confident. With this invisible hair magic weapon, he was already invincible.
As long as he keeps spending it, he will definitely be the winner in the end.
Although it was shameless to do so and he was facing an enemy weaker than himself, Mr. Wen could no longer care about anything else.
At this time, Wu Tian was indeed at the point where he was running out of gas. In addition, he had just been burned by the flame lantern, and there was no good spot in his body.
But Wu Tian's eyes were still calm at this time. He was cautious and only used two-thirds of the Buddha's light in the blow just now, so the Buddha's head bracelet in his hand still had the power of one blow.
In addition, he also has a long-prepared trump card.
Next, Wu Tian sat cross-legged on the ground, his eyes closed tightly, and it seemed that he planned to recover openly.
"Huh? Are you so arrogant?"
Old Wen's voice came from the void, but he still had not appeared. It seemed that he was frightened by the blow just now.
"Let me think about it. You have used that kind of invisible insect before. You must be waiting for me to show up now, so you can give me a fatal blow, right?"
Wu Tian ignored him. He was indeed controlling the twenty Thunder Mosquitoes, but they were not dormant. Instead, they were flying criss-cross in all directions, trying to find out the opponent's position.
However, ten minutes later, the surroundings were still quiet.
There is no way, the surrounding space is too big, and the other party is not standing still.
In this way, the chance of the two sides meeting is extremely small.
At this moment, Wu Tian's heart suddenly moved, "If this is the case, then I will force you out directly."
The next second, a total of twenty lightning mosquitoes the size of calves appeared in the air, and then began to release thunder and lightning.
With the stretchability of thunder and lightning, as long as three thunder mosquitoes work together, they can weave a giant network of twenty meters.
High in the sky, the old man in white smiled when he saw this scene.
This guy has a lot of clever ideas.
As a fairy from Thousand Treasure Pagoda, with his control, he naturally knew where Mr. Wen was hiding at this time, and he also saw the look of horror on his face at this time.
Next, the old man in white watched the other party play a cat and mouse game with the twenty thunder mosquitoes.
I saw large thunder and lightning nets flying around with the sound of roaring wind. Mr. Wen did not dare to stay where he was, only waiting to keep changing positions.
This way, he would have no time to recover.
However, the thunder and lightning power of the Thunder Hidden Mosquitoes is not infinite. Just when Wen Lao was relieved, Wu Tian waved his hand and the entrance to Qingtian Lei Mansion opened. The former's eyes were dull as he watched the new twenty Thunder Hidden Mosquitoes roaring. Rush out.
He wanted to protest, but strictly speaking, his invisible method was more like cheating.
At the moment, Mr. Wen could only hope that these damn monsters would disappear quickly.
Time passed slowly, during which Wu Tian even wandered around to pick up the black sticks scattered far away. The embarrassed old Wen was filled with hatred when he saw this, but there was nothing he could do about it.
When the fifth batch of thunder-hidden mosquitoes appeared, Mr. Wen was desperate.
At this moment, in a daze, he was half a step too slow to dodge, and was slightly scratched by an electric grid.
In an instant, twenty Thunder Hidden Mosquitoes all looked over, and then surrounded them instantly.
Followed closely by six black sticks.
After this period of recovery, Wu Tian's spiritual power has recovered somewhat, and there is no problem in the short battle.
At this moment, Mr. Wen's expression suddenly changed. He had seen with his own eyes how powerful these strange insects were. Physically speaking, he was not much stronger than the Nascent Soul Stage monks.
The most important ones are the six black sticks. In desperation, he had no choice but to shout: "I surrender."
Want to leave?
no way.
Wu Tian's murderous intent was clear, but what he didn't expect was that when the black stick was about to hit the opponent, the latter disappeared out of thin air, leaving only the animal skin in mid-air.
Wu Tian: "???"
He looked at the many old people who appeared and said dissatisfied: "Why did senior let him go?"
"Of course I have my reasons for doing this,"
The old man said with a smile: "You really impress me."
"With someone who is in the late stage of returning to the void, he can actually defeat a monk who is in the early stage of Mahayana. This strength alone is probably enough to rank at the top of your human world list."
"It's just good luck."
