Chapter 688: Seven Star Island: Plantain Fan

Chapter 688: Seven Star Island: Plantain Fan

"Okay!" The bald monk nodded, and was about to increase his strength, when suddenly a sharp light shot up into the sky and slashed towards him.

He turned into storage, but the bald monk had reached the alchemy stage after all, so naturally he couldn't stand by and wait for death. A trace of hostility flashed across his face, he pinched his hands, and a wave of devilish energy shot up from his body, turning into a black python, and turned to meet him. .

stab...

The demonic energy was hesitating, the spiritual light was flickering, and the bald monk had no blood on his face. It was obvious that he had suffered a lot in this fight.

The old man was stunned, he couldn't help showing a bit of hesitation on his face, but in the end he managed to slow down and stopped beside the bald monk.

Of course, the reason why he did this was not because of any sense of loyalty, but because in the current situation, if the two escape separately, they will surely die. On the contrary, if they can join forces to fight against the enemy, there may be a chance of survival.

This person is worthy of being a mid-stage alchemy cultivator, and he has weighed the pros and cons in an instant.

He stretched out his hand and patted the storage bag, a ray of sunlight flew out, and after circling, the ray of light converged, but what was revealed was a black iron crutch.

The bald monk was even more unambiguous, he beat his chest and sprayed a small fan of plantains from his mouth.

On the fan surface, the runes circulated, and this treasure seemed quite extraordinary.

The two looked at each other, and activated the protective mask at the same time, only then did they have time to release their consciousness and look for the enemy's traces.

Judging from the strength of the attack just now, although it is terrifying, it is obviously not an old monster in the Nascent Soul stage, at least not from the original body, so they are not without vitality.

Just, where is the enemy hiding?

In this poisonous mist, the consciousness was greatly restricted, and the two had to turn their heads to look around, for fear that if they were not careful, they would be attacked by the other side.

"Hey, what... what is that?" The bald monk suddenly widened his eyes and said with a frightened expression on his face.

The old man froze and quickly looked over.

Originally, the bottom of their feet was a soft swamp, but now it was like a boiling soup pot, bubbling upwards with bubbles.

A smell of rotting corpses filled the air, and the expressions of the two became extremely ugly.

At this moment, they already knew that the one who sneaked up on them was the corpse demon. Could it be that this terrifying guy wanted to defeat them one by one?

As soon as the old man rolled his eyes, a flattering expression appeared on his face: "Senior, this junior has no intention of trespassing on your territory, and never dares to be your enemy. Please hold your hand high and let us go."

"Yeah, senior, we're just small fish, but now there's an old monster in the Nascent Soul Stage who intends to harm you." The bald monk rolled his eyes, and even came up with a poisonous plan to bring disaster to the east. As for Lin Xuan's just now The virtue of helping hands has long been thrown out of the sky by him.

As long as you can survive, what does it matter if you are shameless?

It's a pity that all these efforts were in vain in the end.

The corpse demon wants to devour the golden core of the two people to increase their mana, so why would they just let them go because of some rhetoric?

The corpse aura boiling in the swamp not only didn't weaken, but intensified even more.

Whoosh!

Something soared into the sky and hovered in mid-air. When the two of them looked intently, it turned out to be a big ghost head with eyes like copper bells and a bloody mouth. The horn on the forehead was half a foot long, and the teeth were like sharp Like a blade, it shone with a palpitating cold light.

It is the clone demon of the corpse demon.

However, unlike the corpse beast that Lin Xuan destroyed, this ghost head was cultivated by him with one-third of his distraction. His supernatural powers are far from being resisted by ordinary monks in the alchemy stage!

Feeling the terrifying coercion released by the other party, the faces of the two became paler and paler!

"Senior..." There was a trace of fear in the old man's eyes, and he wanted to talk sweetly, but the ghost didn't want to delay here with him.

In the eye sockets, a red awn flickered, and he opened his mouth wide, and a blood awn spewed out from it.

About half a foot long, it was extremely slippery, as if it were a living thing.

The old man turned pale with shock, naturally he didn't dare to use his tongue anymore, he hurriedly made a tactic with both hands, a bit like a dragon's head crutch in front of him.

Woo...

From the crutch, a black wind dragon flew out. This is the supernatural power that the old man has cultivated for many years. In the past, he was always invincible against the enemy. Although he is facing a mutant demon this time, he should protect himself. Still no problem.

Thinking like this, Fenglong and Xuemang collided with each other.

First there was a loud noise, and then the dense crackling sounds like fried beans began to come incessantly.

The old man's eyes widened. Facing the approaching blood light, the wind dragon he had sacrificed had no power to fight back and was swallowed up bit by bit.

What kind of magical power is this?

He couldn't help but sucked in a breath of cold air. Although the corpse demon in the Nascent Soul stage was no small matter, he never thought that a small distraction could be so powerful.

I feel a little regretful in my heart, maybe it's safer to stay with that senior Li.

But since he made such a choice at the beginning, he can only swallow the bitter fruit now.

With a loud shout, all the mana in his body was poured into the crutch, and the devilish energy surged. In order to survive, the old man could only fight as hard as he could.

The bald monk was not idle either. Although he wanted to get away, he knew that doing so would only lead to a faster death.

Gritting his teeth, the man spewed a breath of energy towards the magic weapon in front of him.

Speaking of it, his cultivation base is not high, but this plantain fan is a rare treasure.

As for the reason, there is still a story in it.

As we all know, after the golden core is completed, the immortal cultivator will travel around, collect materials, and refine the magic weapon he wants.

This process is very laborious, magic weapons are much more precious than spiritual weapons, so the materials for refining are also very demanding, and it usually takes decades of effort to collect them all.

This is still an immortal cultivator of the great sect!

And for some casual cultivators or small families, even if someone is lucky enough to successfully congeal the alchemy, due to their shallow foundation, they may not be able to collect all the materials for refining magic weapons in their entire lives.

Immortal road is difficult, not only in cultivation, but also in various necessary resources, especially grassroots immortal cultivators, it can be said that every step is difficult.

Back then, the bald monk was like this. He was a loner. Although by chance, coupled with his good aptitude and willingness to endure hardships, he was lucky enough to condense into a golden core.

However, he was so cash-strapped that he had to suffer a lot when he wanted to refine the magic weapon he could use next.

First, roam around the various islands in the sea of ​​clouds, looking for the required materials.

However, no matter whether it is ore or all kinds of precious mysterious crystals, the known veins have long been divided up by various sects.

Although he is an immortal cultivator at the condensing stage, he is alone and weak, so naturally he has no way to compete with him.

Not to mention precious materials with special properties, even the millennium-old copper essence for refining ordinary magic weapons, he searched for more than ten years, and only got a piece the size of a baby's fist.

Needless to say, I feel sad in my heart.

In fact, if he has enough crystals, he can buy many materials in the market. Even if the ordinary shops don't get anything, there will definitely be a lot of gains in the auction.

Depressed is the only description, but it must be unwilling to let a master of the alchemy stage use the spiritual weapon.

So even though the hope is slim, he can only continue to search, going back and forth between the major islands every day, and sometimes even has to go deep into dangerous places to hunt cloud beasts in exchange for the necessary crystals.

Years are like a day, and without knowing it, a year has passed.

The harvest is still not great, and the bald monk is almost desperate. However, things in the world of cultivating immortals are full of unknowns. Sometimes a casual decision will bring adventures.

That day, he chased and killed a second-level monster, but accidentally came to an abandoned ancient cave, and found a skeleton deep in it.

It is impossible to verify who the owner of the skeleton is. The bald monk is also interested in exploring, but the storage bags scattered on the ground next to him make him ecstatic.

In addition to nearly ten thousand crystal stones and some bottles and jars, there is actually a treasured plantain fan inside.

Judging from the aura it radiates, it is obviously a magic weapon of high level. God is merciful, I have made a lot of money this time.

When the bones touched lightly, they turned into gray smoke. It was obvious that it had been tens of thousands of years ago. The bald monk took the fan and examined it carefully.

He is satisfied with this ancient treasure. Although he can't use his own pill fire to cultivate it, he can also display most of its power after following the ghostly way and supernatural powers and using blood essence as a sacrifice.

Coupled with the unexpected harvest of crystals, although the bald monk can't be said to be rich, but as far as casual cultivators are concerned, his life is very nourishing.

I still have a bright future, how can I fall here?

A stern look flashed in the bald monk's eyes, he kept waving his hands, and typed out spells one after another.

After absorbing the essence he exhaled, the precious fan swelled up in the wind, with a diameter of more than ten feet, and the runes on the surface became more and more clear.

"Huh?" The ghost's attention was attracted, and there was a bit of surprise on his ferocious face.

The opponent's cultivation base is not worth mentioning, but this precious fan seems to be quite powerful.

"disease!"

Facing a strong enemy, the bald monk didn't dare to keep his strength, and all his mana surged away. The treasure flapped lightly, and two strange winds flew out of the fan.

They all have a thick bowl mouth, and a line is as black as ink. Even if they are far away, they emit a faint stench.

There is another one that is pale, the color is like corpse fire, which makes people feel extremely uncomfortable.

Needless to say, the power is no small matter.

The ghost head also showed a bit of dignity, but soon there was a sarcasm on the corner of his mouth, this treasure is indeed extraordinary, but it's a pity that the user's cultivation base is too low to worry about.

Its eyes were flickering red, its big mouth was chewing non-stop, and there were vague and difficult spells, intermittently...

Then he opened his bloody mouth wide, sprayed out a cloud of purple mist, and there was still a flickering corpse fire inside, hitting towards the yin and yang strange wind.

Silently, the three colors are intertwined, fighting non-stop, evenly matched, but this is only the surface.

Although the supernatural powers were similar, the difference in mana between the two sides was insignificant, and soon the bald monk showed signs of inadequacy.