Chapter 314 Samadhi True Fire

The purple light in the purple-haired young man's eyes flickered a few times.

This scene fell into Lin Xueying's eyes, and was also taken into Xiao Lin's eyes.

Obviously, the purple-haired young man was not really indifferent to the death of the gray-robed man. The loss of one of the four foundation-building great perfection puppets would reduce his combat power a lot.

But for some reason, the purple-haired young man still did not take action, but frowned slightly, as if thinking about something?

"Junior Brother Hao, you go and kill Junior Brother Wang, and leave these two black-robed men to me and Junior Brother Song first." After killing a black-robed man, the strong man saw that Junior Brother Wang, who was originally controlled by the Controlling Spirit Demon Art, was driving a flying sword and attacking him, and a chill appeared on his face.

After being controlled by the Controlling Spirit Demon Art, he can no longer be considered a living person. After all, even the Yuanshen can be assimilated. Even if the person who performs the Controlling Spirit Demon Art actively withdraws the demonic energy hidden in his body, that person will become an idiot after recovery.

Therefore, the strong man had already made up his mind to kill the junior brother Wang, and in his opinion, as long as he killed his junior brother Wang, the three of them would deal with the two gray-robed men.

The chances of winning were still relatively high, and he also thought that he had seen the situation clearly. As long as the purple-haired young man did not take action, his five fellow disciples would obviously not intend to take action.

This made the strong man suspicious. Could it be that Senior Sister Zhu and the other five were the backup plan left by the Chiyang Patriarch? After the six of them failed to seize the Innate Demon Stone, they took action to snatch it?

In other words, the six of them were likely to be used as scapegoats by the Chiyang Patriarch.

This made him immediately hate the Chiyang Patriarch, but he was helpless. He also knew that this was the sorrow of low-level cultivators.

"Okay." Upon hearing this, the old man did not hesitate at all. He pointed to the hook-shaped magic weapon beside him from a distance, and it turned into a huge red light and shot towards the cultivator surnamed Wang.

When the monk surnamed Wang saw the huge red light shooting towards him, he showed an evil smile on his face. He was not afraid at all. He pointed at the khaki long sword beside him, and the long sword turned into a spiritual light and greeted the hook-shaped magic weapon.

At the same time, a dark demonic aura began to emerge around him. With a slight shake, it turned into a demonic light and shot towards the old man surnamed Hao. The speed was extremely fast. In the blink of an eye, it was less than three feet in front of the old man surnamed Hao.

The old man surnamed Hao's eyelids twitched violently, and his old face became paler and paler. He had witnessed his brother Wang being controlled by the spirit magic power and was controlled in an instant.

Naturally, he did not dare to repeat the same mistake. His body retreated rapidly, and he did not forget to pat the storage bag on his waist, and a yellow talisman floated out of it.

As soon as the talisman floated up, it burned automatically, and then a golden light flashed gently. The monk surnamed Wang was chasing behind, and when he saw the golden light, he wanted to dodge it.

But his speed was extremely fast, and combined with the speed of the golden light, he only slightly tilted his body. The golden light flashed, and half of his arm was cut off at the elbow. The cross section was as smooth as a mirror, and it was also covered with a layer of faint golden light.

"Clang~" After cutting off half of the arm of the monk surnamed Wang, the golden light showed its shape. It turned out to be a golden flying knife about a foot long. It hit a rock not far away, burst into a golden spiritual light all over the sky, and dissipated.

The monk surnamed Wang had half of his arm cut off, but there was no pain on his face. Instead, the evil smile at the corner of his mouth became more and more intense.

The whole person was wrapped in black demonic energy. With a slight flash, he shot towards the old man surnamed Hao again.

The old man surnamed Hao's eyes were filled with murderous aura, and he was really angry. He knew very well that if he could not completely kill this junior brother Wang, then he would be the one who died here today.

But after being controlled by the Soul Controlling Demonic Skill, the fighting power of this Junior Brother Wang did not decrease but increased. Moreover, the Soul Controlling Demonic Skill was very tricky and strange. If he was not careful, the Soul Controlling Demonic Qi would invade his body, and his soul would be controlled. At that time, he would become a human puppet, just like Junior Brother Wang.

Thinking of this, the old man surnamed Hao no longer held back. He slapped the bag on his waist, and another yellow talisman flew out of it. Looking at this yellow talisman, the old man surnamed Hao's face couldn't help but jump, revealing a painful expression.

The yellow talisman ignited when it saw the wind, and then turned into a ball of light golden spiritual light, which flashed away.

Junior Brother Wang, who was rushing towards the old man surnamed Hao, suddenly had golden lights around him, crisscrossing and wrapping him up in the blink of an eye. The golden lights also turned into a golden cage.

Seeing that his talisman worked, the old man surnamed Hao was not excited at all, but his face became more solemn. He pointed at the hook-shaped magic weapon from a distance, and the hook-shaped magic weapon turned into a huge spiritual light and flew towards the junior brother Wang.

At the same time, the old man surnamed Hao thought for a while, gritted his teeth secretly, and took out a dark red thumb-sized round bead from the storage bag again, and threw it towards the junior brother Wang without thinking.

The face of the junior brother Wang who was trapped in the golden cage flashed a ferocious expression, and a group of demon faces appeared on his body, crashing into the cage from all directions.

"Bang, bang, bang." The human faces hit the cage, and the cage immediately shone with golden light, and some golden light began to bend.

Obviously, this golden cage can't trap him for too long, and the old man surnamed Hao is not trying to trap him forever, but just to buy time for himself to perform a decisive killing method.

With a "click", the light on the golden cage began to break.

The monk surnamed Wang had a ferocious smile on his face, staring at the old man surnamed Hao viciously. His expression seemed to want to eat him alive, and Xiao Lin and the others beside him were secretly frightened.

With a light flick, the dark red round bead turned into a dark red stream of light and shot towards the junior brother Wang.

The junior brother Wang naturally saw all this, and the ferocious expression on his face became more and more terrifying. "Bang bang bang" the few remaining golden lights were also swept away by him.

But he didn't have time to use his body skills to dodge, a huge hook-shaped spiritual light and a dark red stream of light had already reached his head and in front of him.

A huge demon face jumped out from his head and collided with the hook-shaped spiritual light. Suddenly, the two-color spiritual light collapsed and scattered, and the dark red round bead also suddenly exploded.

A large area of ​​three-colored flames directly enveloped the three feet around the junior brother Wang. The flames were radiating, and a burning breath could be clearly sensed by Xiao Lin and others who were dozens of feet away.

"Samadhi True Fire?" Xiao Lin exclaimed in surprise. He was extremely surprised that the old man surnamed Hao had actually cultivated Samadhi True Fire.

Samadhi True Fire is time-consuming and laborious to cultivate, and once entering the Golden Core Stage, Samadhi True Fire will become completely useless, so very few foundation-building cultivators will cultivate Samadhi True Fire.

But the fact that very few people cultivate it does not mean that Samadhi True Fire is not strong. Among the foundation-building cultivators, Samadhi True Fire is a very sharp means of fighting against the enemy. Once the foundation-building cultivator is burned by Samadhi True Fire on the body.

It will be reduced to ashes in almost the blink of an eye. If we only talk about the scorching heat of the flame, it is even better than the fireball condensed by the Great Perfection Level Fireball Technique practiced by Xiao Lin.

The dark red ball that the old man surnamed Hao sent out should be similar to the green ball that the strong man sent out earlier in Xiao Lin's opinion. They all compressed and condensed a certain kind of power through the method of condensation.

After years of hard work, the power was compressed in the ball, and when fighting with the enemy, it was able to surprise and turn the tide of the battle.

Under the Samadhi True Fire, the junior brother Wang was turned into ashes without even a scream, and completely disappeared.

After killing the junior brother Wang, the old man surnamed Hao pointed at the hook-shaped magic weapon that was shaken away, and it turned into a hook-shaped spiritual light several feet long again, shooting towards a gray-robed man more than ten feet away.

When the strong man saw this scene, his face showed ecstasy, and the long sword beside him was shot out at the same time, and together with the hook-shaped magic weapon of the old man surnamed Hao, they attacked a gray-robed man.

Seeing this, the purple light in the eyes of the purple-haired young man flashed, and the gray-robed man who was besieged by the two suddenly showed a sneer on his originally calm face.

His body shook, and a large amount of dark magic energy dispersed. His body had already shot to the position less than three feet in front of the old man surnamed Hao.

The old man surnamed Hao also showed a trace of ferocity on his face. The hook-shaped magic weapon had long been compressed to a size of three feet, and fell from the sky, falling towards the head of the gray-robed man.

Although the gray-robed man had already approached the old man surnamed Hao, if he took another step forward, he would definitely be pierced through the head by the hook-shaped magic weapon that fell from the sky.

The old man surnamed Hao showed a playful expression on his face, and was about to take out something from the storage bag again.

The gray-robed man laughed grimly, and then his body dragged a magic light and suddenly shot in front of the old man surnamed Hao.

"Puchi." The hook-shaped magic weapon fell from the sky and directly split the gray-robed man in two from the center of his forehead. The two separated halves of the body were also stirred into a bloody rain by a golden light that followed.

But from the bloody rain, a dark face burst out, with a hideous smile, and rushed directly into the arms of the old man surnamed Hao.

The old man surnamed Hao was frightened and his soul flew away. Under the crazy urging of his magic power, he turned into a spiritual light shield and wrapped him in it.

But immediately afterwards, accompanied by a "bang~", the spiritual light shield was directly smashed by the dark face, and then the face directly drilled into the chest of the old man surnamed Hao and disappeared.

The old man surnamed Hao's face turned pale, and a desperate gray color appeared in his eyes. He glanced at the hook-shaped magic weapon that was close at hand, and his mind moved.

The hook-shaped magic weapon flew directly to his neck, gently circled, and in the blood spray, a group of earth-yellow spiritual light the size of a basin rose from the sky, with a shrill scream, and was about to fly back the way it came.

The old man surnamed Hao was also confused. At the moment when the controlled spiritual demon energy entered his body, he directly chose to dissolve the weapon and let his soul escape.

But just as the old man surnamed Hao’s soul flew out a distance of ten feet, a huge hand emitting a jet-black magic light suddenly descended from the sky and directly grabbed the ball of earth-yellow spiritual light into its hand.

Then it shrank back towards the purple-haired young man.