Chapter 860: Thunder Method

After supporting the cyan claws, the golden armor on the giant's body immediately flickered like breathing, and every time it flickered, its aura would rise a bit.

There is no doubt that this is Jin Lingzi's magic power of devouring the spirit, devouring the spiritual power of the cyan claw and turning it into his own use!

However, the cultivator surnamed Xiao didn't panic when he saw this. Instead, he curled his mouth and waved the banner again.

Immediately, the four toes of the cyan dragon claw suddenly closed in the middle, and some cyan wind threads condensed out immediately, cutting towards the golden-armored giant like a kite string.

The golden-armored giant didn't dare to be careless, while frantically urging the battle armor to devour the spiritual power of the blue dragon claws, while urging the secret technique to condense a layer of dark gold spirit shields mixed with golden spirit power and evil spirit around his body.

The next moment, those cyan wind threads fell gently, and then, under the horrified eyes of the golden armor giant, they sliced ​​through the protective spirit shield he had condensed like cutting tofu, and chopped on the golden armor.

There were many wailing sounds at the same time, and more than a dozen cut marks appeared on the top of the golden armor. Fortunately, the Dacheng Jin Lingzi did not have a false reputation, so it did not hurt the body of the white-robed youth.

"Qingming Shenfeng! Fellow Daoist, I admit defeat! I surrender!"

Although his body was not injured, the white-robed young man's heart was bleeding at this moment, the wind just now killed hundreds of his golden spirit seeds.

Seeing that the wind in the second round was three or four times higher than that in the first round, he didn't want to pick it up again, he hastily shouted.

Hearing that the opponent had conceded, a trace of hatred flashed in the eyes of the cultivator surnamed Xiao first, but he didn't stop his magical power immediately, but then he thought of something, suppressed his emotions, and waved the banner in his hand to make the wind silk and the dragon claws disperse together.

"Huh~ Thank you fellow daoist for being merciful, Bai is willing to bow down!"

Seeing that those blue winds didn't come up, the white-robed young man breathed a sigh of relief. After all, although the rules of the battle are that once one side admits defeat, the other side must immediately stop.

However, many powerful supernatural power practitioners themselves cannot be driven like arms, and it is normal for them to lose control all at once.

Generally, as long as no one is killed, the cultivator who presides over the battle will not take care of it, let alone punish him.

Therefore, the timely withdrawal of the cultivator surnamed Xiao can be said to have spared the white-robed young man Jin Lingzi, and he couldn't help but feel a little more favorable towards him.

"Fellow Daoist Bai don't need to be humble, if you are willing to let the spirit worms go, it will be difficult for Xiao to win."

Putting away the golden Dharma wheel and the green banner, the monk surnamed Xiao politely cupped his hands.

The white-robed young man had released his supernatural powers at this time and returned to his normal body shape. Hearing this, he just smiled and said nothing.

It is not appropriate for others to show him face, whether he refuses or accepts.

"Okay, leave the field as soon as possible after the winner is decided, don't waste time."

The scarface monk didn't have time to watch people make friends here, so he waved his hand and asked the two to leave the venue quickly.

But more than ten miles away, the white-browed old man's expression was quite solemn, and he said in a deep voice:

"That big flag can display the divine wind of Qingming, and it must have something to do with the Qinglong Fenhai Banner on the Chaos Spirit List. How could such a spiritual treasure be in the hands of a cultivator who transforms spirits?!"

In the spirit world, cultivators who transform spirits are not able to possess a spirit treasure, and only those who are in the middle stage or above can refine or afford spirit treasures.

And most of the powerful spiritual treasures are in the hands of the Void Refining cultivators, especially those that have something to do with the list of chaotic spirits!

As for the few spiritual treasures on the list among the two tribes of humans and monsters, they are all in the hands of the famous fusion masters.

Therefore, the green-faced banner raised by the cultivator surnamed Xiao is a treasure beyond the level of transforming gods, which made the old man with white eyebrows very afraid, and he thought hard about countermeasures.

But the white-browed old man didn't care about the opponent he was about to face.

From his point of view, Luo Hong, like the woman in yellow, came here to practice this time, and the huge gap in cultivation was enough for him to easily deal with her.

"Hmph! It's really ignorant to want to get your hands on the spiritual land of Cuilong Mountain without the cultivation base of the middle stage of transformation!"

When he and Luo Hong flew away to the competition place, the white-browed old man couldn't help but flash this idea in his mind.

Seeing that the two of them stopped flying, the scar-faced monk explained in a cold voice according to the rules:

"You all know the rules of the battle, and I won't go into details about Ban, but just remember not to kill anyone, otherwise Ban will have another trouble!"

"Senior, don't worry, this old man will show mercy, but it would be the best if this fellow Taoist can take the initiative to admit defeat."

The white-browed old man bowed his hands respectfully to the scar-faced monk, and immediately turned to Luo Hong and said:

"Fellow Daoists Bai and the others have seen their fighting skills just now, and they should have understood the supernatural powers of us mid-stage cultivators.

You know, the further you go to the back of this realm of cultivation, the bigger the gap between each level. Fellow Taoists want to practice but they are in the wrong place. It's better to let you and me relax. "

The old man with white eyebrows actually persuaded Luo Hong to surrender before the battle started.

He didn't do this to humiliate Luo Hong, but he was thinking about his second round of fighting. If he could save some mana, then he would naturally have a slight chance of winning.

"Fellow Daoists may not be talking too much nonsense, the sooner you start, the sooner you will be able to relax."

Luo Hong smiled coldly, her expression calm and authentic.

"It seems that Fellow Daoist won't cry when he sees the coffin, so let this old man teach you a lesson!"

The white-browed old man's eyes turned cold when he heard this, and he said very unhappy.

"Have you finished chatting? Let's start after chatting!"

The scar-faced monk has been working in Guangwu Pavilion for a long time, and he heard too much trash talk before the fight, so he couldn't arouse any interest at the moment, so he announced casually.

As soon as the words were finished, the white-browed old man opened his palms in front of his chest, offering a disc-shaped treasure.

I saw that the runes on this treasure are very dense, and the aura is quite strong, and it is actually a powerful spirit treasure.

As soon as the battle started, he sacrificed Lingbao to fight against the enemy, obviously with the idea of ​​a quick victory.

It will take some time to mobilize the spirit treasure, and the old man with white eyebrows is also very experienced, so there is no opportunity for Luo Hong to take advantage of it. Many high-level talismans fly out from the storage bag at his waist, and after forming a special formation in the air, they shoot out countless feet. The long fire crow flew towards Luo Hong.

Facing this aggressive attack with its front and back, Luo Hong still looked relaxed. When he raised his right palm, a hundred-foot-large Huangquan ghost hand appeared on top of the white-browed old man's head in a flash.

Before the white-browed old man could respond, he snorted coldly, and the devil's face in the palm of Huang Quangui's palm let out a shriek.

The screeching sound was not loud, but when it entered the ears of the white-browed old man, it was like thunder. It made his face contort in pain, his hands trembled, and he almost dropped the disc on his chest.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Huang Quan's ghost hand blatantly pressed down, and instantly shattered the white-browed old man's body shield, and smashed it on his body.

At the same time, the countless fire crows had already swooped in front of Luo Hong, but he just frowned slightly, and the power of the universe enveloped him.

No matter how many fire crows there are, they can only slide away from all directions, and they can't touch Luo Hong at all!

"Huh? He didn't get seriously injured by a single palm. It seems that he has some support to make him so confident."

With a sweep of his consciousness, Luo Hong found that Huang Quangui's subordinates no longer saw the white-browed old man, and he didn't know what evasion technique he had used to escape the suppression of the ghost's hands.

Otherwise, when this palm hits the ground, it would turn into a meatloaf even if it were a monster.

In fact, Luo Hong had already kept his hand just now, otherwise, if his huge strength erupted, how could the body of a cultivator who transformed himself into a god be able to bear it.

The white-browed old man had no chance to use his escape technique at all!

After escaping, the white-browed old man did not show up again, but hid by using secret techniques.

This is also understandable, after all, Luo Hong not only gave him a slap, but also forcibly interrupted him from activating the spirit treasure. The magic power in his body is still in chaos, so he must avoid the edge first.

But Luo Hong didn't want to waste this time. With a sweep of his consciousness, he found the opponent's trace, and then stepped out with one step, and his figure suddenly disappeared.

"Where did he go?! Where did he go?!"

In a seemingly deserted space, the white-browed old man was wearing a silver cassock that shone with a faint aura, looking around in surprise and anger.

Scanning around with his spiritual sense, he failed to notice the slightest trace of Luo Hong.

However, at the next moment, a cold voice came from behind him.

"cut!"

not good!

The white-browed old man subconsciously wanted to dodge and flee, but he immediately found that the space around him was extremely frozen, and a huge force imprisoned his figure.

Before he could figure out what supernatural power he had been hit by, a strong sense of crisis hit him.

"Stop! I admit defeat!"

In the face of the great horror between life and death, the old man with white eyebrows did not hesitate for a moment, and he really chose to admit defeat.

In just an instant, an extremely sharp aura slid over his scalp, only chopped off his crown of hair, and did not hurt him at all.

However, once the hair crown was broken, the white-browed old man's hair was disheveled, showing a very distressed appearance.

"Fellow Daoist accepts."

As soon as she retracted the Shenfeng Shadowless Sword, Luo Hong slightly cupped her hands at the white-browed old man, without humiliating him too much.

"Fellow Daoist Yuanshen's cultivation is astonishing, it's because of my poor eyesight that I can't see that this battle is not unfair for this old man!"

The fighting technique just now was only between light and flint, and the white-browed old man was beaten when he came up. At this time, after a short review, he knew where he had lost.

Thinking of what I said before the start of the battle, I couldn't help but feel that my cheeks were hot and painful, Wuyan stayed in the secret realm again, and left directly together with Duanguang.

"Fei Lao was defeated so easily, how strong is this Daoist Luo's Yuanshen Realm?!"

The young man in white robe seemed to be familiar with the old man with white eyebrows, he couldn't help being shocked when he saw this result, and muttered to himself.

"It can make Lao Fei lose his mind for a few breaths. I'm afraid that this person's primordial spirit realm is equivalent to a cultivator at the peak of the late stage of transformation. Fortunately, I am."

The fat man in Confucian shirt who had been smiling all the time before also showed a serious look at this time, and even almost slipped his mouth.

On the contrary, although the woman in yellow was taken aback by Luo Hong's thunderous means, she did not lose her composure at this time.

"Hmph! No matter how tyrannical your primordial spirit is, as long as Brother Xiao has my uncle's spiritual treasure to protect him, it will be useless. This spiritual land must be mine!"

The analysis made by the man in purple robe that day had an effect, giving the woman in yellow great confidence.

"Hehe, as expected of the first generation of Ascension Cultivators, the method is very different from the transformation of the spirit world. Instead of concentrating on improving the realm of mana, he cultivates the primordial spirit."

The scar-faced monk looked at Luo Hong strangely, noncommittal.

"This junior is also a helpless move. If you can improve your cultivation level in the lower realm, how can you pursue this primordial spirit?"

Although Luo Hong defeated the white-browed old man forcefully, she still showed a humble attitude when facing the cultivator of Xuxu, without any disrespect.

"It's really not difficult to obtain a spiritual land based on your strength, but your luck this time is not very good. If there is a destiny, Ban may be able to give you a spiritual land in a hundred years. Let's leave."

After the scar-faced monk rolled his eyes, he suddenly said something without beginning or end.

Although Luo Hong was puzzled, it was obviously not the time to ask carefully, so she cupped her hands and fled away.

Back where everyone was, the young man in white robe and the fat man in Confucian shirt greeted politely, but the woman in yellow didn't say anything, and fled towards the scar-faced monk without saying anything.

Fatty in Rushan's eyes dimmed slightly, and he followed.

Afterwards, the two began to fight at the order of the scarface monk.

After watching for a while, Luo Hong frowned slightly.

Although the fight between the woman in yellow and the fat man in Confucian shirt seemed to be very powerful, and each of them sacrificed a powerful spirit treasure, the process of this fight was too rigid.

The whole process is that the woman in yellow uses a supernatural power or sacrifices a treasure, the fat man in the Confucian shirt defends it and makes a similar counterattack, and then the woman in yellow defends and counterattacks, and the cycle repeats.

If Luo Hong had used the same method, he would have dealt with the woman in yellow long ago!

Seeing this scene and what he saw before contacting, Luo Hong immediately understood that he had encountered a black box operation, and the monk surnamed Xiao and the fat man in Confucian shirt were the other party's people.

even.

Luo Hong secretly took a look at the scar-faced monk who was floating more than ten miles away with his hands folded on his chest, and he didn't dare to express his conjecture at this time.

"It's not difficult to determine this matter, just look at the results of the lottery later."

After fighting in style for half an hour, the fat man in the Confucian shirt was unsurprisingly injured and defeated because he failed to block the spirit treasure sacrificed by the woman in yellow.

After that, he also didn't stay any longer, and immediately left the secret realm after losing the battle.

At this point, the battle for the spiritual land has officially entered the second round.

Since there were only three of them, there would be one bye in this round. After explaining briefly, the scar-faced cultivator reached into the animal skin bag that could only isolate consciousness, and took out a green crystal bead from it.

As soon as the scar-faced monk let go, the green crystal bead floated to the side of the woman in yellow, obviously she was the lucky one who had a bye.

However, whether it is true luck or fake luck, everyone in the secret realm knows it well except for the young man in white robe.

Although the woman in yellow has a one-third chance, once this incident happened, the situation of the opponent's secret operation was basically confirmed.

For a moment, Luo Hong felt inexplicably angry, but not too surprised.

But there is no doubt that he has another reason for seizing the spiritual land this time.

"Qingming Shenfeng? Let me use my Sirius Shenhuo to learn a thing or two!"