Chapter 311 Magic Silk Armor

Fei Ba's scream was as loud and strong as the cry of a newborn baby. Lu Zhechong, the master of Luanjing Mountain, held the sword in his right hand and stopped the index finger of his left hand in front of him. He was stunned for a while. At this time, he felt like an ordinary person who clapped his hands hard. He saw that the mosquito had no chance to survive after falling into his hands, but after opening his hands, it flew away leisurely. This article was first published by . .

Lu Zhechong was not an ordinary person after all. Not only could he make a final kill at any time, but he also had to figure out the reason. She didn't believe she would make a mistake.

She had a bronze mirror in her left hand, which emitted a beam of light and shone on the half-demon.

The forest seemed dark even in broad daylight. The light was quite eye-catching. Fei Ba hugged his head tightly and curled up, not daring to show any resistance.

"Does Zuo Liuying know that he has the magic silk armor?" Lu Zhechong put away the bronze mirror and had figured out everything.

Feng Zai Su smiled, "Zuo Liuying never mentioned it, but I think he must know that he used the Taoist secret fire to illuminate a magic scroll."

"Hey, weaving the seven-star spider silk into the scroll and engraving the magic armor spell on the bones, the combination of the two is the magic silk armor, what a great trick. Little demon, who can help you wash away the dust marks on the scroll?" Lu Zhe Chong asked.

Fei Ba's body involuntarily unfolded, stretching out only a small part of his left leg. The wound that had healed not long ago broke again, revealing a very short leg bone. Ordinary people could only see blood dripping, but the Taoists saw several small patterns engraved on the bones, like some kind of text. Mu Xingqiu felt that they were very similar to the magic words on the scroll.

Fei Ba screamed desperately, stretched out his hand to cover the wound, trying to stop the bleeding. After a while, he suddenly stopped screaming because he found that it was not as painful as he imagined, and there were suddenly some strange patterns on the wrist exposed outside, which were not there before.

The half-demon sat on the ground and occasionally glanced at the wound. Then he stared at his hands. As he watched, the pattern spread to his hands, both on the palm and the back of his hands, like a fast-growing vine.

"What is this?" He was obviously not prepared for his change. "Yishi Jun never told me."

"What did Yishi Jun tell you?" Lu Zhechong asked, his voice was vague like a dream. Feiba replied naturally: "He said that the scroll records the Ten Thousand Demons Heart Method. Those who practice it can become the Ten Thousand Demons King and command the world. Unfortunately, the demons imposed a dust seal, which can only be broken by the water of the Sword Washing Pool. I couldn't go to Yashan, so I had to take the scroll to Qishan. I heard that there was a Taoist named Pingdeng who had a bottle of Sword Washing Pool water. The dust was removed, but the scroll was also snatched away by the Taoist priest. Now it's back in my hands. What's the matter with these patterns? I clearly..."

Feiba reached into his arms and took out the half scroll that he kept close to his body. It was now soft like a piece of rag.

There were no words on it, "My Ten Thousand Demons Scroll..."

"Don't you know that there are magic armor spells on your bones?" Lu Zhechong's voice was still as inconspicuous as in the dream.

"I don't know, Yi Shijun never said... or he said it, but I don't remember. Because part of my memory was taken away by the Taoist priest."

"Which Taoist priest?"

"Pangshan's Taoist priest Zuo." Fei Ba raised his head, looking confused, "What are these patterns on my body?"

"Magic Silk Armor, a very powerful set of armor. The Taoist sect spent a lot of effort to break these armors, but I didn't expect that they still exist in the world." Lu Zhechong explained, his voice became more real.

Fei Ba laughed foolishly. He was full of trust in the female Taoist priest, "I have the magic silk armor, but what about the mental method on the Ten Thousand Demons Scroll? I still want to become the King of Ten Thousand Demons."

"Look carefully at the pattern on your body."

Fei Ba looked at the back of his hand for a while, and suddenly realized, "It's all on me, the Ten Thousand Demons Mental Method is on me, haha, no one can take it away!"

Fei Ba jumped up, like a bent tree that suddenly gained freedom, swayed back and forth twice, and stood firmly on one leg. The wound on the broken leg had already coagulated, "Haha, I... I am full of strength."

"It's all the effect of the magic silk armor. With it, even if it's just a little demon, it will bring big trouble to the Taoist priest." Lu Zhechong looked at the jubilant half-demon and said to Feng Zaisu: "Zuo Liuying is letting the tiger go back to the mountain. Does he think this thing can help him find Yi Shijun?"

"I guess so, Zuo Liuying didn't say much.

"Frost Soul Sword, Magic Silk Armor, Zuo Liuying is really generous. He didn't want the treasures, so I took them. "Lu Zhechong stretched out his left hand and aimed at the half-demon who was unaware of it. This time she was prepared and would never make the same mistake again.

Fei Ba was admiring the patterns on his skin with joy. He touched his face with both hands and found that the armor only covered his neck and his face was still smooth. "Why is there no...ah!" Suddenly, he felt a sharp pain all over his body. Those patterns, no, the skin all over his body seemed to be separated from his body. The broken leg began to bleed again, but he could only stand still.

"What...what's going on?"

Lu Zhechong was too disdainful to answer. A small half-demon was not worth her wasting so much time. She only wanted his skin now. Taoist priests often took away demon pills and some unique organs after killing demons. This was a normal hunt. No one would think that the Grandmaster of Luanjing Mountain was overdoing it.

Lu Zhechong needed a magic silk armor that was as complete as possible, so she had to cast the spell carefully. She had to separate the half-demon's skin from the flesh and bones, and then instantly smash the flesh and bones into powder, which would flow out from the wound on the broken leg. Feiba had just obtained the armor and didn't know how to use it more powerfully. It was the perfect time to strip it away. Lu Zhe Chong still doesn't understand why Zuo Liuying let him go.

Feng Zaisu felt that this was the only chance. Although she rarely argued, she was not convinced by the grandmaster. Even if the Nine Dao Traditions needed to be merged into one, Feng Ruhui's method was wrong.

The hermit of Luanjing Mountain used all her strength. Seventeen magical weapons of various kinds instantly appeared in front of her, forming a powerful barrier. She herself flew towards the Pangshan Taoist priest not far away.

She had no intention of attacking the master of her sect, she just wanted to buy some time to escape.

Mu Xingqiu is also waiting for this opportunity, he wants to take back the Frost Soul Sword.

Lu Zhechong was calm and composed, without even turning his eyes. He continued to control the half-demon with his left hand. He raised his right hand holding the sword and struck at the many magic weapons arranged in the air like a wall.

There was a sound like the tearing of cloth, and the seventeen magic weapons fell to the ground like dead leaves in the frost. Grandmaster Luanjingshan's power did not stop, but continued to attack the hermit who betrayed her.

Mu Xingqiu finally waited for the opportunity, and Feng Zaisu was about to grab one of his arms. Behind her, a blur of light and shadow followed closely, like a boulder that was indistinguishable from the air.

The illusion of mind and heart came out from Mu Xingqiu's fingertips, faster than all spells, and made contact with the Frost Soul Sword. This is a magic weapon that he personally participated in refining. It has his mark and works better with him. It had been isolated by more powerful spells before, but when Lu Zhechong cast two spells at the same time, a flaw finally appeared.

Feng Zaisu grabbed Mu Xingqiu's arm and even took him off the ground, but the eyes embedded in the old face suddenly changed from firm to hesitant, as if all her beliefs had undergone earth-shaking changes.

Taoist priest Xingluo shouldn't challenge Taoist priest Zhushen. Feng Zaisu understood this rule, but he couldn't hold it back.

The hermit fell softly on Mu Xingqiu's shoulders.

Mu Xingqiu landed on his feet. He was not injured and Feng Zaisu blocked all the attacks.

The Frost Soul Sword shook violently in Lu Zhechong's hand, causing her arms to shake as well. She used her magic power to suppress the Frost Soul Sword. Don't rush to use the next move, "Chaanjingshan will not kill Taoist priests indiscriminately, but those Taoist priests with different aspirations are an exception."

Feng Zaisu still had a breath and turned around slowly. He glanced at Mu Xingqiu, who was trying his best to cast spells to seize the sword, and said to the master: "Anyway, I have run out of gas and have no future. Just die."

"It's good that you know."

Feng Zaisu gently spit out his inner elixir, held it in his hand and handed it to Lu Zhechong, but he said it to Taoist Pangshan, "What a pity, I don't know the art of breaking the elixir, and I'm afraid I don't have that kind of state of mind. I have never been a great Taoist priest. I have some descendants in Wave Wave City. If you see them...well, don't say anything."

Without the inner elixir, Feng Zaisu quickly became older and his body slowly withered towards the ground. Suddenly he raised his arm upwards, threw out the inner elixir, and shouted with his last strength: "Head!"

The bald man had been hiding behind Mu Xingqiu. Now he jumped up, opened his mouth and swallowed the inner elixir in the air. Then he turned to Lu Zhechong, and a red light as thick as a thumb shot out from his forehead.

Lu Zhechong had already discovered the existence of the skull and didn't care about it until the skull cast a spell. She looked over and was surprised again, "There is still a part of the magic silk armor!"

The bald man's appearance changed. He had no body and no magic armor spells on his bones. However, after swallowing the scroll and spitting it out, he still changed. Only a very small part of the magic stone embedded in his hair was exposed. The heart of the clan, which was originally wrinkled like a walnut, is now as smooth as a ruby, and it is it that emits a strong red light.

"Bad Taoist!" The bald man shouted, the inner elixir in his throat was faintly visible, and a small piece of melting spider silk hung on his teeth.

Lu Zhechong made a decision in an instant. He could get the half-demon's magic silk armor later, but Taoist Pangshan, who was overestimating his abilities, had to deal with it immediately. She retracted her left hand and blocked the red light. She increased her strength with her right hand and suppressed the power surging in the Frost Soul Sword.

"One hundred thousand souls, do you really think that a breathing Taoist priest can exert their full power?" Lu Zhechong slowly increased his magic power, not to give Taoist Pangshan a way to survive, but to cherish this sword, "Wash Remove the mark on the sword and there will be another treasure in Luanjing Mountain."

Mu Xingqiu was speechless, and .ash.com had nothing to say. He felt that he was gradually losing control of the Frost Soul Sword, and the illusion of mind and heart would come back to bite him at any time. He had no way out, and it was impossible to interrupt the fight. .

Baldy kept firing red lights, but Lu Zhechong blocked them all.

Half-demon Feiba stood blankly, breathing heavily. He still didn't understand what happened.

The bald man couldn't remember how many beams of red light he had emitted. He used his full strength for each beam, but the result was no different from the sunlight shining on a stone. He became angry, jumped forward suddenly, shouted "Bad Taoist" again, and A beam of red light that was the limit for him.

Lu Zhechong still raised his hand to block it inadvertently. She was about to control the Frost Soul Sword, and the fate of her head would be the same as that of a half-demon.

But she was wrong. The red light that looked exactly the same contained a hundred times more power.

"Left..." Before he could finish his words, Lu Zhechong's entire left arm had turned into ashes.

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