407. Fighting

Style: Fantasy Author: The prosperous Tang Dynasty has no nightWords: 2370Update Time: 24/01/18 14:57:44
Several astonishing auras have locked onto Pei Xihe. Spiritual power, magic power, extraordinary Taoist arts and magical powers exude the aura of annihilation and attack her.

Several proud men of Yuanying Consummation used the most powerful methods in their hands, and even ordinary gods did not dare to defeat them.

After Pei Xihe eliminated the female cultivator, three rays of radiant Taoism bombarded her.

The blood of Shenwu flowed, transforming into black-gold runes in her body. The demon god transformed into a movement, rapidly increasing the power of her body. In an instant, her body emitted a brilliant light, which shocked the hearts of those cultivators hiding in the dark. Surprised, could it be that this woman is also a body practitioner?

Pei Xihe held a knife in his right hand, made a secret with his left hand, and flew out a long hairpin. From the pink wave of power, soft peach blossoms emerged. The sea of ​​flowers was like a waterfall, and suddenly turned into a protective wall in front of him.

The power of the magical weapon is not outstanding, and the long hairpin made by Taohua Ancestor is even more outstanding. Pei Xihe has now reached the Nascent Soul level, and in addition, it also contains the former Tianxu Shenzhou Sect's great masters. The spiritual power absorbed in the lamp was terrifyingly powerful when activated.

All the Taoist attacks were blocked, but the flower wall was also much thinner.

At this moment, a figure appeared in a space. He turned from darkness to light, chanted the mantra, and whispered. The mysterious power of words and spirits blended with the aura of heaven and earth.

"All the laws of heaven and earth are spiritual and the most divine. They are brilliant and mysterious, and they dominate the eight wastelands!"

"Lingxuan Divine Flame! Break!"

As soon as a cluster of strange pale white flames appeared, it sucked up the surrounding aura and turned it into his own power. The aura of flames filled the whole place, making people in the same camp with him fearful. After all, he would win it later. Pei Xihe, they will also start fighting for inspiration.

The cluster of flames suddenly changed from weak to strong, and in the blink of an eye it turned into a fireball. It suddenly changed its shape and turned into a flaming sword, flying directly away and hitting the wall made of peach blossom petals.

Bang!

The bright hairpin is dim and the wall is broken

There is no way to avoid it, so attack instead of defend!

Her figure exploded, and the Golden Crow's magical power was running. She crossed the void in an instant, and her speed was astonishing.

The long knife waved, and the true meaning burst out, disintegrating the spiritual power of the male cultivator in just a moment. In his frightened and incredible eyes, Yuan Bronze sensed the crisis of life and death and spontaneously broke it, carrying it away.

The escaped inspirations were immediately absorbed by Pei Xihe's bronze medal. According to a rough calculation, she had a total of more than 4,500 inspirations in her own bronze medal.

This was done intentionally by Pei Xihe. As soon as she entered the scene, she went all out and searched frantically for inspiration. Few people could match her extreme speed and keenness in cultivating demons.

But when one person's power is extremely limited, Pei Xihe knew that when all the inspirations were discovered and collected, and the bronze medals began to show the positions of each cultivator, she would become the biggest target and the prey in everyone's eyes.

But Pei Xihe used herself as bait to lure these people here. The identity change between hunter and hunter was always under her control!

Some cultivators are already worrying secretly in their hearts: "Why hasn't this female cultivator shown signs of exhaustion yet? She is also a perfect Nascent Soul, but her spiritual power is too deep."

There is an essential difference between magical power and spiritual power. In addition, Pei Xihe is a cultivator of the three spiritual roots, and he has the supreme Taoist scriptures of the three realms of spirits, demons and demons. In terms of the background alone, there is no doubt. The best among practitioners in the same realm!

She had no time to think about what these cultivators were thinking. In her eyes, these were all spiritual ideas. As long as she gathered six thousand spiritual ideas, she would stop. No matter how they fought, she would have one third of the spiritual ideas in her possession. Can firmly enter the top three.

The power of this demonic thought has already been spread out, locking the hidden figures of several cultivators.

She made a secret with her left hand.

"Burial of the Demonic Sea." Pei Xihe muttered silently in her heart. The next moment, the spiritual energy around the cultivators she had locked became chaotic. The dark sea of ​​magic suddenly opened up, and the terrifying devouring force tore their bodies apart.

Six cultivators appeared in the air, trying their best to resist the erosion of the demonic sea. They were unable to maintain their concealment.

She stretched her sword across her body and swung it forward.

The sun rises into the sky!

The sun transformed into a round of sword light rises. The brilliant brilliance contains the infinite true meaning of the sword. It is immortal and dissolves everything. Pei Xihe stepped into the "Tao" of the fifth realm, and all the sword moves she mastered were the same. Qualitative change occurs.

It was about to wipe out these six cultivators together.

The strength she displayed at this moment was too strong, so strong that the remaining Hidden Ones were frightened and wanted to retreat.

This was actually a contestant from a Grade A city, and many of the people she was suppressing now were from the royal city.

Seeing that she is as powerful as a dragon, she has still not been seriously injured in the fierce fight, and she has the power to fight back. It is better to retreat and keep her own inspiration. When the three days are up, it will be regarded as another victory, and the inspiration will be renewed again. Even though there are few, there is also a ranking to obtain the resources given.

Just when Daodao Gang transformed from the sun into a huge arc and was about to cut all six people out of the small space, three lights and shadows suddenly entered the room.

The spiritual light is like running water, and the magic power is like the cliff of the abyss.

Pei Xihe's Chaoyang was suddenly wiped out with one stroke, and the sword intent locked on the six people was defeated. They didn't even have time to say thank you when they reacted, and they used their remaining power to escape from here immediately.

Pei Xihe frowned.

At this moment, there are several dark auras fleeing outwards at the same time. Knowing that this is a tiger that cannot be provoked, but coveting it to provoke it, is not heroic, but stupid.

Pei Xihe used his telekinesis to check his bronze medal, and sure enough, there were more than a dozen auras running away from him in all directions.

It is really surprising that the things that were obtained escaped again.

She looked at the person coming and saw the figures of three cultivators standing in the void.

The female cultivator in light yellow palace clothes said with a smile: "Your Excellency is really powerful, why do you need to slaughter these trash fish?"

Her face was beautiful, with an air of elegance, as soft as spring water, but her disdain for the Nascent Soul cultivators who had just surrounded her was not concealed in her words at all.

And she happened to know this person, she knew all three of them.

A few days ago, when she and Fox went out to inquire about news in the city, they learned that these were three of the five cultivators in the Di Zhao City fighting field.

The person who just spoke was Chen Luan from Changci Hall. The demon cultivator next to him, dressed in black and holding his fists against his chest, was his brother Chen Ying.

Next to them, dressed in ice blue clothes and holding a silver whip, was the White Moon Saint of Fuyue Tower, Han Yu.

The three of them have all penetrated the Jianggong of the Middle Dantian, and are about to connect the cycle of the upper, lower, middle and three Dantians, thereby stepping into the cultivation of god transformation.

They are eyeing Pei Xihe because he possesses a lot of clever ideas. If he is captured and divided among these three people, the chances of the three-person alliance winning will naturally increase.

But if Pei Xihe is asked to continue harvesting inspiration, I'm afraid it will attract more people's covetousness. If something happens, it will be very bad. The three of them wanted to sit on the mountain and watch the tigers fight, but now they end early.

Pei Xihe didn't show the slightest panic or fear, she raised her lips and smiled.

The miscellaneous fish left and the big fish came. In fact, for the hunter, there is no difference. It is enough that they are prey.

What if the three of them join forces? She finished her sentence.

"Then let's have a fight!"

Chen Luan's eyebrows were curved, but not deep into her eyes, and she smiled back: "Your Excellency is so courageous, then the three of us will come and learn some clever tricks!"

The moment she finished speaking, Zhou Tian's spiritual energy surged into her body. She held a jade flute in both hands and blew it.

It is gentle and beautiful, and contains a sense of simplicity and elegance, but for Pei Xihe, it is a heavy blow to Niwan's sea of ​​consciousness!

(End of chapter)