"What a tyrannical force." Lu Xiaotian's body retreated backwards, facing the two spikes shooting from behind, and he suddenly felt anxious. He thought that with his current strength, it would be so difficult to deal with one of them at the same time. Even with Ruyi Armor, he could barely withstand the attack of one.
Lu Xiaotian turned back and struck, and at the same time, he used the Ruyi armor. The armor formed a piece of silver armor at a speed visible to the naked eye.
One of the spikes sent by the iron-thorn-backed monster was knocked back by him again, and the other one hit the Ruyi armor on his back without any tricks. Bang, Lu Xiaotian's body felt as if he was suddenly hit by a large gun weighing more than 100,000 kilograms. Even the Ruyi armor was dented, but fortunately, the sharp thorn did not penetrate the air after all.
Even so, the bones on Lu Xiaotian's back cracked and broke several times, and Lu Xiaotian himself turned over several times in the air.
No, Lu Xiaotian was horrified, and another sharp thorn shot directly into his lower abdomen. Even with his speed, he couldn't keep it in time, so he had to mobilize part of the Ruyi Armor to block his lower abdomen. Poof, the sound of a sharp piercing the body, inserted directly from Lu Xiaotian's lower abdomen, half of it was engulfed. But it also directly penetrated Lu Xiaotian's lower abdomen.
There was a sharp pain in the abdomen. The attack of this iron-thorn-backed monster had far exceeded the limit that a late-stage Jindan monk could achieve.
Lu Xiaotian fell towards the ground like a falling stone, leaving a trail of blood in the air. With a bang, a large amount of gravel and dust splashed up on the ground. Lu Xiaotian was about to use Ice Healing to join the battle group again, or to escape directly. The iron-thorn-backed monster in front of him was too strong. The skinny camel was bigger than a horse. Even though he was seriously injured, he had to pay some price to kill Jin. Monk Dan can definitely do it, but he doesn't know how long this monster can last.
Lu Xiaotian was about to make a move, but he secretly caught a glimpse of Xiang Sicheng looking at him with a sinister and complacent look. Previously, because the fighting method was too dangerous, Lu Xiaotian could not always capture the expressions of other monks. The change.
Noticing Xiang Sicheng's twinkling eyes at this time, Lu Butian sneered in his heart, temporarily gave up his immediate thoughts, and struggled to stand up from the ground. He looked like he couldn't afford to be seriously injured.
On the other side, the old monster Mu was also hit on the right chest by a sharp thorn. After falling from the air, he landed on the ground with a pop, and the tentacles extended by the accompanying monster sting screamed and broke every inch. He actually lost his voice directly. The soul that escaped in panic was burned by a burst of spiritual fire from the air and turned into ashes.
The attack power of those spikes is really terrifying. Whether it is Xiang Sicheng, a humanoid ghost, a life-threatening baby monk, or Du Crazy Tiger who is lucky enough to receive relatively few attacks, he sees the old monster Mu who has been destroyed physically and mentally. , and Lu Xiaotian who fell to the ground and wanted to struggle. Everyone has mixed feelings in their hearts.
Xiang Sicheng snorted coldly. He knew very well about the strength of the old monster Mu. He died immediately after being hit by a spike. This was beyond his expectation. However, Lu Xiaotian was also penetrated by a spike. , received even more attacks than the Mu Lao Monster. He was originally hundreds of feet above the ground, but fell directly, making a big hole in the ground. The old monster Mu only fell from a height of more than a hundred feet.
Lu Xiaotian is still alive despite facing so many more unfavorable situations than Mu Laoguai. He is indeed a person who is much stronger than Mu Laoguai. But being directly hit by the Iron Thorn-backed Monster's attack, that's all.
Xiang Sicheng was too lazy to bother with Lu Xiaotian anymore. When he saw the life-seeking infant monks who were being chased in a panic, Xiang Sicheng gave a sharp shout, took out a small black box from his storage bag, reached out and opened the small box. A surge of spiritual pressure shot up into the sky.
Lu Xiaotian looked at Xiang Sicheng in shock. Suddenly, in the dark black box, a light blue and almost transparent talisman paper, unlike ordinary animal skin, rose into the air.
The talisman looks more like a landscape painting, with a river painted on it, but it is actually a glacier, with several feet of ice on both sides, giving it a majestic appearance of being frozen for thousands of miles.
From the moment the talisman rose, within a radius of dozens of miles, a cold wind howled, and the trees withered and turned yellow. Only the baby fruit was unaffected.
The mountains and rivers are frozen, and the vegetation is nothing.
The breath is comparable to the spiritual talisman of a Nascent Soul-level monk! Seeing the magic talisman that Xiang Sicheng took out, Lu Xiaotian, no matter how calm he was usually, couldn't help but feel his heart beating wildly. The momentum of this ice talisman is no longer weaker than that of the iron-thorn-backed demon in front of him.
"Being able to die under this talisman can be regarded as a blessing from your previous life." At this time, Xiang Sicheng was holding the ink cartridge in one hand, his clothes were flying, and his hair was dancing in the wind. He had been panicked under the attack of those spikes before. Sweep away. Instead, there was a calm and calm look on his face.
Du Crazy Tiger, the life-threatening baby monk, and the humanoid ghost all retreated in shock. Under such a majestic fluctuation of magic power, they could not think of a hostile thought, even if they knew that Xiang Sicheng The enemy is not himself, but he still can't help but feel a tremor in his heart.
Xiang Sicheng pointed at the spiritual talisman in the void. It was as big as a palm and looked like a landscape painting. The spiritual talisman rose in the wind under Xiang Sicheng's finger.
"Ice the mountains and rivers!" Xiang Sicheng said every word, and a burst of light red light appeared all over his body. At the same time, everything in the talisman seemed to come alive, the cold wind howled, and the river water poured out from the painting room. , but the river water is filled with years of ice. The ice actually looks like flowing water, giving people a contradictory yet very natural feeling.
The stream flew down three thousand feet and was sealed with ice. The astonishing cold air rushed down the river, and the iron-thorn-backed monster who faced the river finally showed a trace of fear in his eyes.
In normal times, this kind of talisman would not be put in its eyes, but now his vitality has been severely damaged, and he has even been fighting with a few ant-like golden elixir monks until now. After taking part of it, the ice mana surging in the talisman has exceeded the range it can bear at this time.
However, the opponent has already launched such a blow, and now there is no room for maneuver.
The iron-thorn-backed demon howled angrily, his voice cracking through gold and stone, and a thick pillar of fire spurted out from his throat. The surrounding ice was melting at a speed visible to the naked eye, but under the influence of the talisman, it quickly froze again.
Just like that, Du Crazy Tiger, the life-threatening infant monk, and the humanoid ghosts also retreated hastily, looking at the iron-thorn-backed monster with fear on their faces. If the monster in front of them made this attack, even if they were tied together, it wouldn't be enough for it. Killed by monsters. It seems that this monster is trying its best.
The same feeling also arose in Lu Xiaotian's heart, and he finally realized how ridiculous it was for him to agree to come over to deal with this monster. The other party was just unwilling to pay a high price. If Xiang Sicheng hadn't come up with such a super-level card, The magic talisman caused the demon to consume its essence, and all of them had to die here.
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