Chapter 256 Stealing Immortal Grass Accident and Magical Treasure

Chapter 256 Stealing Immortal Grass Accident and Magical Treasure

The zombie also turned into a beam of blood, and chased it out quickly, but no matter how Lin Xuan looked at it, he felt that it didn't look like it was being fooled, but more like it didn't want to damage the bodies of the living monks.

With a thought, Lin Xuan immediately manipulated the ghost to fly out of the cave.

Just as he withdrew his consciousness, Zhang Yi and Chen Yu also appeared in front of him with the sound of an explosion.

Although they were only a few feet away from Lin Xuan at this moment, the two who were fighting the zombies with all their strength did not notice the boy next to them.

Instead, the zombie's eyes flashed red, and he glanced this way.

Naturally, Lin Xuan would not participate in the battle, and hid to the side again.

The expression on Zhang Yi's face was extremely dignified, not at all relaxed and comfortable as before. The Cold Scale Sword turned into a blue lightning, circling and flying around the zombies, looking for gaps to attack.

There was a loud "bang", but it was the cold scale sword and the zombie's arm that had been chopped off. Zhang Yi was overjoyed at first, and then his expression became extremely ugly.

Unable to cut into the opponent's body!

Although monsters like zombies are inherently powerful, and their bodies are as hard as steel, they have never heard of magic weapons that can forcibly overwhelm monks at the Condensation Stage!

Even the corpse king can't do it!

Could it be...

Zhang Yi's face was overcast, as if he was using other secret techniques, but the zombie attacked first, with a low growl in its throat, and countless blood-red ghost mist rose from its body.

"Hmph, corpse poison!"

A sharp light flashed on Zhang Yi's face, and he slapped it in the storage bag at his waist, and a small blue gourd was suspended.

Then he rubbed his hands together and said softly, "Duh!"

The gourd turned around, the surface brilliance flashed continuously, and I don't know what secret method was used to inhale all the ghost fog into it.

"Brother, Danger 1"

Zhang Yi was complacent, but there was an exclamation in his ears, and he saw the female cultivator's red silk flying over, forming a shield.

It was too late to say, but too soon, a bone arrow several inches long flew over and landed on the cloth shield.

Zhang Yi felt his whole body go limp, and his back was covered with cold sweat...

so close!

I didn't expect this zombie to be so cunning. The ghost mist corpse poison is just a blinding thing, and the bone arrow is the real attack. If it weren't for the younger sister's quick eyesight...

A wave of anger rose from Zhang Yi's chest. He had never experienced such a pain since he condensed into a super-Golden Core, and he almost lost his life.

He waved his hand full of resentment, retracted the gourd, and then a layer of light blue shield appeared around his body. After sacrificing the protective restraint, Zhang Yi's face became much calmer, and he dared to provoke himself. This zombie I'm tired of living.

Folding his hands on his chest, he muttered a secret mantra.

With his body as the center, there was a huge fluctuation of spiritual power, which included everything within a radius of several feet.

"Frozen!"

Sa Ran stretched out his hand, and a white mist pushed out from his hands.

Different from ordinary zombies, the one in front of him is intelligent, so he naturally saw something was wrong, and tried to hide, but unfortunately he was facing more than one opponent.

Although Chen Yu's strength is slightly weaker, he is still a master of the alchemy stage after all, not to mention that he and Zhang Yi are Taoist couples, and their hearts are connected.

He opened his sandalwood mouth, and spit out a red bead from inside.

Hitting the back of the zombie, although it is small, its power is extraordinary. This Lieyan Shenlei was forged by her with the pill fire. With a loud noise, the corpse king, who had not even hurt the magic weapon, was blown away by a large amount from behind. A piece of flesh.

"Aw!"

The zombie was extremely angry, but the white air released by Zhang Yi had already reached him.

Crystal ice cubes appeared on the chest, and spread up and down along the neck and lower abdomen.

The old man practiced the water attribute technique, and this move of quick freezing and freezing was his special move. Even the pure Yang pill fire of the alchemy cultivator could not melt it, and he had already killed many powerful enemies.

Freeze the opponent first, and then use the cold scale sword to deal a blow, no matter how powerful the monster is, there is only one way to destroy it.

Zhang Yi waved his hands again and again, and several blue lights were shot into the Frost Scale Sword. After absorbing the mana, the Frost Scale Sword rose against the wind and became five or six feet long again.

"go to hell!"

The right hand swung down violently, boom, the sword made a faint thunderous noise, whistling and slashing at the corpse king.

The corpse king let out a strange howl, and suddenly opened his mouth, emitting a ray of green light from inside.

The light also rose to a length of several feet in an instant, and it met the cold scale sword.

"This, this is..."

Seeing the two magic weapons chasing and flying in the sky, the faces of the two monks, male and female, were full of disbelief.

"Master... Senior brother!"

Chen Yu covered Tan's mouth with his hands. Although Zhang Yi was much calmer, he couldn't help but muttered to himself: "Cuiyu Saber, this... This is clearly the magic weapon of Junior Brother Lu."

Although after seeing the power of the corpse king, they were already mentally prepared for the murder of their junior brother, but after all the calculations, they never thought that the monster could use the monk's magic weapon.

One must know that unlike spirit weapons, magic weapons require cultivators to constantly use their true energy in their bodies to cultivate them, and gradually reach the state of being one with themselves as human treasures.

The so-called natal magic weapon is no different from the flesh and blood of a monk. In other words, even if the master falls and the magic weapon falls into the hands of others, that person cannot use it.

Because the aura on the magic weapon is mutually exclusive with him.

Of course, it doesn't mean that it must not be used, if you are willing to spend dozens or even hundreds of years to slowly practice the aura left by the original owner of the magic weapon with pill fire, and then put it back into your body to cultivate it.

And the years of cultivation are counted in hundreds of years, so this magic weapon is yours.

The painstaking process is no different from refining a new magic weapon, and usually very few monks are willing to do so.

After all, this magic weapon for erasing marks is less powerful than the newly refined magic weapon...

And this is the problem, even monks can't use other people's magic weapons, let alone ghost monsters.

But the zombie in front of me...

what on earth is it?