Chapter 449: Yellow Spring Ghost Cultivator

Why are there gourds in the sky? !

This idea came to the minds of the three people at the same time, but they quickly reacted.

They met the robbers!

A gourd that can smash a flying boat will definitely not be an ordinary gourd. From its hardness alone, it can be seen that this gourd is at least a spiritual weapon, and maybe it is the top one among the spiritual weapons.

"He Fang Xiaoxiao?"

The three people quickly flew out of the airship, floating in the air and looking around.

The fourth-level magic weapon appears all over the body. The rare fourth-level magic weapon in the lower world is not so precious in the upper world. Normal Yuanying monks will have a fourth-level magic weapon in their hands.

Three rays of consciousness kept scanning the surroundings, trying to find the enemy in the darkness. But the strange thing is that they searched a lot but couldn't find the enemy. The gourd was like an ownerless thing, hanging alone in the air, just blocking the way back to their flying boat.

"How is it? I didn't lie to you."

In the darkness, Chen Luo's figure was embedded in the ground like a shadow, constantly twisting as the leaves swayed.

This is the method of Lu Ying, the chief elder of the Food Shadow Sect.

The sect of the Shiying Sect has very ordinary fighting skills, but it is very outstanding in hiding. After being transformed and superimposed by Chen Luo, he transformed the food shadow sect's secret technique into concealment, which can turn the body into a shadow and hide in the shadows. Unless it is a god transformation monk whose strength far exceeds Chen Luo, otherwise Even if the Yuanying monk stood in front of him, it would be impossible to notice him.

"It's really hard."

Chen Luo responded affirmatively to the voice in his head.

He came over early.

He arrived at the Heart Demon Gate, but he didn't save anyone. Even though the leader of the Heart Demon Sect, Tu Cheng, is in a cowardly position in front of the Huangquan monk, if Chen Luo shows up, Tu Cheng will definitely tell him what a god-transforming monk is!

It will also make him understand what the anger of a god-transforming monk is!

But outside the scope of the imperial city, there is no need to hide anymore.

"I can also crash this ship."

This voice belongs to the spirit of Dongtian Gourd.

Since following Chen Luo, Qi Ling has always wanted to express himself. When Chen Luo showed envy for Le Qingzhu's magic weapon several times before, Qi Ling's baby was so anxious that he was sweating profusely. In its view, the three spiritual weapons on Le Qingzhu were not at the same level as him.

Although everyone is a spiritual weapon, spiritual weapons are also divided into three, six or nine levels.

Those three spiritual weapons only have basic spirituality, how can they compare with a top-notch spiritual weapon like his that takes the form of a spiritual weapon!

"Be careful, the other party is likely to be from Xuanyin Mountain."

The three of them searched around but couldn't find the attacker, so they could only shrink continuously.

Rumble.

The huge gourd flew sideways under Chen Luo's control and crashed into the flying boat in an arrogant and unreasonable manner.

boom! !

There was a loud bang, and the airship, which had been smashed by the bow, trembled again. Most of the hull was smashed into debris by the gourd. The hull was deeply dented, creating a gourd-shaped dent.

"found it!"

The clothes on one of the three people suddenly turned dark red, and his figure flashed and disappeared out of thin air. When he reappeared, he was in front of Chen Luo.

Bang! !

The palm with a fishy smell slapped the dark tree shadow on the ground. The moment his palm was about to touch the shadow, a pale arm suddenly stretched out from the dark shadow on the ground and collided with the ghost's arm.

With a muffled sound, the pale arm seemed to have been severely injured and retracted to the ground. The shadow under its feet also collapsed into countless fragments and disappeared.

"It turns out to be a mouse!"

The ghost cultivator who succeeded with one blow had a sneer on his face.

He originally thought he was the formidable enemy of Xuanyin Mountain, so he used all his strength to strike out with all his spiritual power. The spiritual power value was close to the 3,000 mark. He also used the Corpse Water Demonic Palm, but the opponent turned out to be vulnerable to a single blow. , collapsed in one blow.

"Who is it?"

The remaining two people also flew over quickly. When they saw the traces on the ground, one of them spoke.

"He's not from Xuanyin Mountain, he's just a stupid casual cultivator who has never seen the world."

The color of the robes on the sneak attack ghost cultivator gradually faded away. This was the magical power he majored in.

‘The Revenge of Ten Worlds’ is not a particularly powerful offensive magical power, but it has one characteristic, and that is locking. As long as someone takes action against him, he can immediately target the enemy. The color of his clothes is the basis for judging the enemy's strength.

This magical power is strange and difficult to practice. Even in Huangquan, few people learn it.

"What about this gourd?"

Since they are not from Xuanyin Mountain, this rare spiritual weapon belongs to them. Thinking of the previous scene of the spiritual weapon hitting the flying boat, the eyes of the three people became eager. I went out to do a small task, and I didn't expect to encounter such a good thing.

"Nature is a thing without an owner, and the spiritual weapons of heaven and earth have always been so."

Just as he was speaking, the face of the sneak attack ghost cultivator suddenly turned pale, and then he let out a muffled groan, and fell straight out of the air as if he lost control of his body.

"Huh?! Curse!!"

"The book of life and death in Xuanyin Mountain."

As a hostile force, they naturally know this top-level curse method that can only be mastered by the core of Xuanyin Mountain.

The faces of the two people changed dramatically, and they quickly took out the magic talisman to resist the curse. Their figures turned into a stream of light and flew downwards, trying to save their companions. The scene changed, and in the blink of an eye the two of them were by their companions' side. However, the scene in front of them made them feel nervous. cold.

died!

The companion who had been planning the spiritual artifact gourd with them a second ago was now lying on the ground, with a dry body and sunken cheeks, and his eyes were wide open with bloodshot eyes. He died with his eyes wide open.

The smell of decay escaped from his body. The body of a ghost cultivator would turn into dust after death, and they, the Huangquan cultivators, could not escape this iron law.

"Medium! What is the medium of the curse?"

The ghost cultivator on the left quickly squatted down and took the storage magic weapon from his companion. But as soon as he got the thing, he saw a dark shadow rushing over along the ground. A pale arm stretched out from the shadow and slashed the ghost cultivator's chest with a palm, and at the same time snatched the storage magic weapon in his hand into the shadow.

"How dare you!"

The ghost cultivator who was repelled was shocked and angry. After a brief contact, he sensed the realm of the enemy under the shadow.

Early Nascent Soul!

Even if it was the early Nascent Soul of Xuanyin Mountain, it would be impossible to curse him to death in such a short time! Especially since he also had a magic weapon specially used to fight curses.

But as soon as he moved, a similar aura appeared on the face of the ghost cultivator, and the curse spread to him.

Why so fast?

His spiritual power can cast the Book of Life and Death twice in a row!

The ghost cultivator was shocked and angry. He subconsciously looked at his arm, and then he realized that the storage magic weapon he had taken before was the medium of the curse! The subsequent sneak attack on his pale arm was the beginning of the curse.

"Save me."

The cursed ghost cultivator turned his head with difficulty. He persisted a little longer than the previous person, but the magic weapon on his waist obviously could not withstand this curse. The breath of death was spreading along his chest and all over his body.

Bang!

The body fell straight to the ground, and the dry and rotten corpse broke into several pieces like a rotten wood. The head rolled out roundly, and a large amount of black gas came out of the torn corpse at the same time.

The remaining ghost cultivator did not approach his companions again. He looked around and flew away in the opposite direction. He was not going to care about the enemy hiding in the dark, and he had no more thoughts about the spiritual gourd in the air. He just planned to return to Huangquan with the mission target.

As long as he returned to Huangquan, the curse of Xuanyin Mountain would not be able to hurt him again.

Boom!

The flying boat in the air shook again, and the huge black gourd was still hitting the boat. This cross-domain flying boat of Huangquan Sect was hit into scrap. Landing in an area that had not been damaged, the ghost cultivator Rao Feng quickly ran towards the area where the sacrifice was previously sealed.

The room where the sacrifice was sealed was located in the innermost position and was still intact.

Passing through the narrow passage, Rao Feng raised his hand and smashed the cracked wooden wall, but after walking here, his steps suddenly stopped.

In the room where the sacrifice was sealed, a group of Huangquan ghost cultivators who were guarding the sacrifice were lying on the ground in a mess.

A young man in a green robe was pinching the neck of the guarding ghost cultivator with one hand and touching his head with the other hand. The ghost cultivator guard, who had not yet died, was full of humiliation, struggling desperately with his limbs, but his struggle was as ridiculous as a baby in front of this young man, and the force he hit on the other party could not even break his defense.

Hearing the sound of breaking the wall, both of them were stunned for a moment.

A trace of surprise flashed across the face of the controlled ghost cultivator, and he recognized the person. This person was the true disciple of their mission, the resentful ghost Rao Feng, the top genius of their clan! A great cultivator at the peak of the Nascent Soul stage who had practiced for 1,200 years.

Crack!

A crisp sound came out, and the light in the eyes of the controlled ghost cultivator guard dimmed a little bit, and his body turned into dust and disappeared.

Rao Feng, who was standing at the door, was stunned for a moment.

Then anger rushed to his forehead!

The mission failed, and he would die if he went back. This person was cutting off his way to life!

"Burial monument!!"

If Rao Feng had a little bit of luck before, now he really only had the idea of ​​risking his life. The whole person was like a trapped beast that was pushed to the limit, with dense black and red silk threads coming out of his body. These silk threads gathered into a dark red broken monument in front.

The monument body trembled, and the already tattered flying boat exploded under the impact of this breath. The black stone tablet was wrapped in the air current, and it used a head-on approach to kill the enemy in front.

This is Rao Feng's strongest killer move!

It was the fifth-level magical power he exchanged in Huangquan for at the cost of 3,000 points of tribute. Although it has not been cultivated yet, its power is enough for him to sweep the same level and suppress all enemies.

Under the influence of the black broken monument, the air around seemed to become sticky, and it seemed that something crawled out of the stone tablet. The desperate Rao Feng poured all his spiritual power into it, and the spiritual power value instantly broke through the 3,500 mark, approaching the limit of 4,000!

This value is far beyond the limit that a casual cultivator can deal with.

"Die!!"

The stone tablet flashed and slapped the head of the enemy in front fiercely.

Bang.

A muffled sound, and then

no more movement. (End of this chapter)