"Swish, swish, swish!"
"Dangdangdang~"
A large number of magic weapons crisscrossed each other, colliding with each other and making dull sounds.
Originally, the fighting positions of both sides were clearly defined, but as time went by, the monks from both sides gradually dispersed and fought against each other, causing the battlefield to gradually spread outwards, and soon it became chaos.
Only a dozen of the top monks among the ten sects still unite to fight against Cong Jiansheng.
Cong Jiansheng, on the other hand, fought against more than a dozen monks in the transformation stage alone, and still did not lose. Every once in a while, he would find an opportunity to seriously injure a god transformation elder, making him unable to fight again.
According to this trend, it won't be long before more than a dozen elders from the ten sects will all be defeated.
At that time, the defeat of the ten sects will be determined.
Cong Jiansheng stepped on a large bronze cauldron under his feet. A thick shield rose from the cauldron to cover him. No matter how many more than a dozen god-transformation monks attacked, they could not break through this defense.
And the magic weapon attacks he sends out usually make the elders panic and find it difficult to deal with them.
It’s clear who is strong and who is weak.
Zhuang Hong just flew by and watched. He was very curious about the attack methods of these magical weapons of the monks who transformed into gods, and wanted to take these magical weapons and study them carefully.
But obviously the current situation is not suitable.
Just when Zhuang Hong was thinking about how to learn how to cultivate immortality with these seemingly powerful monks, a demon monk came to him.
This is a Nascent Soul Stage cultivator from the Demon Sect. He is dressed in a green robe and has a smile of victory on his face.
After he had just dealt with his opponent, he immediately targeted Zhuang Hong, a weakling who seemed to have little cultivation.
"Hehe! This fellow Taoist is really interested. He even has time to watch the Demon Lord fight. Just let me play with you."
Zhuang Hong also became interested, smiled, and said to the Yuanying monk, "Come, let's play."
The Yuanying cultivator sneered, flew in front of Zhuang Hong, activated his spell, and a small flying sword with cyan light came straight towards Zhuang Hong.
Zhuang Hong just observed the flying sword out of curiosity without taking any defensive measures.
"Whoosh——"
The flying sword shot in front of Zhuang Hong in an instant, and then passed through his chest without any hindrance.
"Huh?" The Nascent Soul cultivator was stunned and couldn't figure out the situation for a while.
His sword was just a tentative attack. He never thought that he could kill Zhuang Hong with one sword, but to his surprise, Zhuang Hong did not dodge or dodge in the face of his attack, and just let the flying sword shoot through him.
However, he only reacted after being stunned for a moment: "No, the sword just now did not hit the target, it must have been dodged by him."
The Nascent Soul cultivator became solemn.
Although his flying sword is only a probing attack, it is so fast that it is usually impossible to dodge and can only be blocked with defensive magic weapons.
But he could confirm that the blow just now did not hit any target.
"It does seem to have penetrated through his body, but there is no feeling of penetrating the body from the flying sword. In other words, he may have mastered a phantom spell, and what I saw is not the entity."
The Nascent Soul cultivator's thoughts changed rapidly, and his spiritual thoughts locked on Zhuang Hong's figure. With a wave of his hand, three more flying swords shot out, staggering towards Zhuang Hong. Their trajectories were unpredictable and extremely fast, making it difficult to dodge.
This is his special weapon 'Three Line Snake', which is specially used to restrain opponents with flexible stature.
He believed that with this blow, even if he could not kill his opponent, it would definitely expose his flaws.
Zhuang Hong looked at the three flying swords that were wandering towards him. He did not dodge anymore and was interested in testing the attack power of the three flying swords.
So he opened his hand and cast a defensive spell.
'Mitsubishi Shield'!
The next moment, three small light blue rhombus shields opened in front of him, blocking the three flying swords respectively.
"Dang Dang Dang!"
The flying sword hit Xiaoling Shield and bounced back.
'Touch of gold teeth'!
"Wow!"
Three chains ejected from Zhuang Hong's hands, and in the blink of an eye they tied up the three flying swords that rebounded and pulled them to Zhuang Hong.
Zhuang Hong reached out to take a flying sword, observed it curiously, and used his spiritual power to penetrate into the flying sword. He planned to record the inside and outside of the flying sword in the world of sea of consciousness, but accidentally attached the Nascent Soul monk to the flying sword. Mentally defeated.
After his mental power was defeated by Zhuang Hong, the Nascent Soul monk covered his head and screamed, looking at Zhuang Hong in shock.
He found that one of his three flying swords was out of control, and the other two flying swords could not break free of the two chains no matter how hard they struggled.
"How can this be?!"
Although this kind of technique for seizing magical weapons exists, it is very rare. He has only seen Zhuang Hong's method of seizing magical weapons so easily in the hands of Demon Lord Cong Jiansheng. What makes him most incredible is that Zhuang Hong can actually In an instant, the spiritual thought attached to his flying sword was broken.
In his opinion, even the Demon Lord Cong Jiansheng couldn't do it.
What puzzled him the most was what kind of magic the three chains extending from Zhuang Hong's hands could bind his flying sword and prevent him from moving.
He has been in the world of cultivating immortals for so many years, but he has never heard of anyone who has such means.
Moreover, magic is no match for magical weapons, which is the consensus in the world of immortality cultivation.
Zhuang Hong used magic to hold his magical weapon, which was simply unreasonable.
The Nascent Soul cultivator failed to get good feedback from Zhuang Hong with two consecutive attacks, which made him understand that he had encountered someone who was not easy to mess with.
However, he did not retreat, but continued to throw various magic weapons to attack Zhuang Hong, because the three flying swords controlled by Zhuang Hong were valuable, and he also wanted to try to take the flying swords back.
The most important thing is that although he sensed that Zhuang Hong was not easy to mess with, he did not feel a fatal threat from Zhuang Hong, which made him think that no matter what happened, he could escape from Zhuang Hong.
Therefore, when this Yuanying monk faced Zhuang Hong, he didn't have much fear.
And Zhuang Hong was also happy to fight with this Nascent Soul cultivator and experience firsthand how the immortal cultivators in this world fight.
So, he started fighting back and forth with this Nascent Soul cultivator.
After repeated battles, Zhuang Hong soon discovered that this world of immortality was different from the world of immortality he imagined.
For example, these immortal cultivators do not know any five-element spells such as thunder, fire, and ice. Even if they can release flames, the effect is achieved by using special materials, just like spraying oil to ignite. And even if there are some special The spell is not very powerful, not even as powerful as the attack of a flying sword.
For another example, most of the strength of immortal cultivators is based on magic weapons, and the suppressive power of different levels of spiritual energy is not as great as imagined. If a Nascent Soul cultivator holds an extremely powerful magical weapon, he might be able to kill a higher-level Spirit Transformation cultivator.
This made Zhuang Hong suspect that he had come to a crude version of the world of immortality.
Of course, it is also possible that the rumors he heard about the world of immortality were the result of processing by imagination.
After the two fought for a while, the Yuanying monk was so shocked by Zhuang Hong's various operations that cold sweat dripped down his back, and an inexplicable feeling of fear arose in his heart.
After another blow, the Yuanying monk raised his hand and said: "This fellow Taoist is really good at it. I admire it. Please wait here for a while. I will go back and then fight you for another 300 rounds."
After saying that, he turned around and ran away.
Zhuang Hong said in surprise: "Don't fight?"
He did not stop him, but observed the current situation.
What he didn't expect was that after the Nascent Soul monk left for a short while, he turned back and brought a monk in the transformation stage with him.
The Yuanying monk pointed at Zhuang Hong and said, "Senior Wuyi, that's him."
Zhuang Hong: "???"
When the monk Wuyi saw Zhuang Hong, he grinned and said, "Boy, you have hidden it well. Now hand over the treasures on your body obediently, and I will spare your life."
Zhuang Hong: "Treasure? Why don't I know what other treasures I have?"
Taoist Wuyi sneered: "I hope your mouth can still be so tough later."
After speaking, he took action directly and fired several magic weapons towards Zhuang Hong. However, all his attacks were dodged by Zhuang Hong.
After a moment, Taoist Wuyi looked at Zhuang Hong with a face full of astonishment and murmured: "Why are all my attacks ineffective?"
The Nascent Soul cultivator's expression was even more ugly, and he did not expect that the helpers he had found would be unable to do anything to Zhuang Hong.
Zhuang Hong laughed, waved his hands towards them and said, "We are not from the same dimension. There is no comparison. Please don't regard me as your opponent."
Taoist Wuyi's face was uncertain. He wanted to leave but was unwilling and hesitant.
At this moment, he saw a god-transformation monk flying by, and immediately greeted him: "Fellow Taoist Jin Ping, please stay and help me."
Seeing this, Zhuang Hong's face suddenly darkened: "Fuck, call each other, I'm afraid you will be able to call everyone over later..."
(End of chapter)
