The closed Weiji umbrella lay softly against the green jade bamboo handle, and the umbrella tip firmly touched the center of the huge golden abacus.
The two forces intertwined together, creating a huge impact.
The blue skirt swayed in the wind, mixed with the flying green grass blades and brown gravel and soil, flying around the fields with a bang.
The seemingly slender figure did not waver in the slightest under such a huge impact. On the contrary, the ground beneath its feet opened several cracks with a rumble.
The thin white hand held the Weiji umbrella, and the green Polygonatum odorifera umbrella suddenly bloomed with a green light. A faint dragon's roar resounded in the wind. Suddenly, under the sun, the green Polygonatum odorifera umbrella On the handle, there seemed to be a green dragon shadow flying, raising its head and roaring.
The hands holding the umbrella handle had a slight jade-colored luster, which was delicate and clear.
The dragon shadow and the jade luster just disappeared for a fleeting moment. No one noticed it except Lingchu himself, who was very close at hand. Even the fat white monk who had been capturing Lingchu's figure with his spiritual consciousness only saw Lingchu. The beautiful bamboo umbrella in her hand glowed with a faint green light.
Then he easily caught his extremely powerful golden abacus.
I couldn't help but be surprised that this bamboo umbrella looked very fragile, but I didn't expect it to be so strong.
Lingchu did not choose to evade, but faced the golden abacus head-on. Naturally, it was not for useless efforts.
With a gentle smile, Lingchu turned his snow-white wrist, and the closed Weiji umbrella suddenly opened like a flower bud.
Before the umbrella is over, the flowers on the other side are blooming.
Like the first dye of ink, the originally white and colorful umbrella surface was like a pool of clear water, soaked by the pouring ink, and instantly became pitch black, but in this darkness, there was still a faint hint of gold. It seems like golden stars are falling on the deepest night, which is a kind of dark night beauty.
On the dark umbrella surface with broken gold, a touch of what seemed to be the brightest blood color quietly emerged, as if there was an invisible brush painting on the dark umbrella surface, outlining a coquettish and bright red Manzhu Shahua.
The pitch-black umbrella surface is shimmering with broken gold, and the enchanting and bright blood-colored manzhu and sandalwood outline a strange and touching umbrella surface.
This is one of the changes of the Weiji Umbrella, the flowers on the other side of the Yin Umbrella bloom.
The fat white monk saw this scene in his consciousness. It was clear that the umbrella that suddenly turned black had no evil intentions. Instead, it exuded a different kind of breathtaking beauty. However, for some reason, the fat white monk's pupils subconsciously twitched slightly. shrink.
Immediately afterwards, the fat white monk saw the female monk with a delicate face. He slowly raised his eyes and said three words silently.
Then, the fat white monk noticed a scream, a scream coming from his own magic weapon.
Looking closely, I saw traces of black mist emerging from the place where my natal magic weapon, the golden abacus, touched the black umbrella, slowly entering the golden abacus.
And as this thin black mist that seemed to be able to disperse with the wind invaded, the golden abacus couldn't help but tremble. As the owner of the golden abacus, the fat monk could clearly sense that there was a cold feeling. The breath is constantly devouring the spirituality of the golden abacus.
It was not the evil or demonic aura of an evil cultivator or a demonic cultivator, but an extreme coldness, with a faint aura of death, as if coming from the depths of the underworld.
The fat white monk was shocked. He knew what it was, Yin Qi! And it is the purest Yin Qi, Yin Qi with the breath of death.
He also understood why the female cultivator in front of him did not avoid his natal magic weapon, because direct contact was the best way to invade Yin Qi.
The moment he figured it out, the fat white monk immediately shouted loudly. The originally huge golden abacus suddenly shrank, returned to its original normal size again, and fell into the hands of the fat white monk.
The fat white monk looked at the golden abacus in his hand that was originally golden, but now there was a spot as black as ink in the center, and he suddenly felt heartbroken.
Looking up at Lingchu opposite, the fat monk finally understood what the female cultivator opposite had just said.
Sorry.
Thinking of this, the fat white monk was trembling with anger all over, trembling and trembling, it was too much!
Lingchu, who was glared at, smiled. The moment he retracted the golden abacus, the black umbrella in his hand also returned to its original appearance.
The glistening white umbrella surface, the green bamboo, and the green polygonatum handle make it look particularly beautiful.
It was as if the black umbrella had never appeared before.
The Weiji Umbrella has just been refined not long ago, and it has not been stored in Lingchu's body for a long time. Although the use of the Yin and Yang umbrellas is not limited, it is still in its infancy, and the Yin and Yang breath contained in it is not enough.
When fighting, use less and use less. Naturally, Lingchu had to use sparingly.
What's more, using it in such contact not only saves the yin and yang energy, but also provides a little concealment.
Lingchu didn't do anything ruthless. Although the death yin aura infecting the opponent was stubborn, it was not large in quantity and could be slowly dispersed using thunder or fire.
Of course, it would also be possible if the monks used spiritual power to disperse it slowly, but it would be more laborious.
Relatively speaking, it is much more convenient to use thunder and fire methods.
Lingchu smiled softly. She just wanted to reduce the opponent's combat effectiveness, but she did not want to provoke the opponent and provoke a deadly fight. That would be real trouble.
Obviously, after the fat white monk explored his own magic weapon, he found that although the death yin energy was strong and stubborn enough, because it was not large in number, it would not cause much damage to his own magic weapon.
His anger calmed down slightly and he looked at Lingchu opposite.
The other party is not ruthless.
The fat white monk squinted his small eyes, and the thoughts in his mind suddenly took several turns. Then he figured out something, nodded thoughtfully, and looked at Lingchu with a sincerity. .
He understood that the other party didn't want to fight to the death, and it just so happened that he didn't like fighting either.
When Lingchu met the fat white monk's eyes, he really didn't understand the meaning in his eyes, but the aura around him was peaceful, and he had some guesses in his mind.
He couldn't help but smile, and looked at the fat monk with a sincere look.
The two looked at each other and put away the magic weapons in their hands. Then, one after another, spells bloomed with various colors of light on the grass.
The momentum is not weaker than the fight between the natal magic weapons just now, but only the two sides know how powerful it is.
In short, it’s good to watch the excitement and hard work.
Lingchu and the fat white monk collided again, and then looked at each other with satisfaction, waiting for the other winners to be decided first.
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