Chapter 271 Yan Lao Mo

Opposite Qin Ming.

The skinny black-robed old man, with demonic energy rolling around him, emanated the mana fluctuations of the Golden Core Stage.

Qin Ming frowned upon seeing this, but his face did not show much emotion.

"Who are you?"

"What is your purpose in coming here pretending to be a ghost?"

The black-robed old man laughed dryly and locked his eyes on Qin Ming: "Hehehe! My ancestor's surname is Yan, I wonder if you have heard of it?"

Old Demon Yan saw that he showed his true form, but Qin Ming on the opposite side did not panic at all, but talked to him calmly.

It seemed that he had some kind of support.

He could not help but put away a little bit of contempt.

After all, when Duanmu Sheng handed him some food, he said that there was a second-level perfect demon guarding the island.

"But. This old ancestor has heard that there is a third-level alchemist here, whose cultivation is only in the middle stage of foundation building. This old ancestor is short of elixirs for cultivation, so I want to come and get some."

"Oh, you come to get them? Then you can try to get them?" Qin Ming said expressionlessly.

As soon as the voice fell.

Suddenly!

A black light flashed with a dark phantom, and its speed was extremely terrifying. It hit Qin Ming's body with lightning speed.

Ding! !

In the black light, there was a black ghost-head knife, with a skull embedded in the handle, sobbing and crying.

At the moment when the ghost-head knife touched Qin Ming, a layer of blood-colored true energy emerged, and the spiritual pattern flashed, and the true body was perfectly displayed.

The ghost-head knife chopped Qin Ming's body, as if it had hit an extremely hard defensive magic weapon. The black knife was like a drunk, staggering and bounced back.

The sneak attack that Yan Lao Mo was determined to achieve was so easily resolved. He looked at him with doubt and said, "Your flesh body resists magic weapons?!"

"You are definitely wrong! Even my Ghost Cry Blade can't hurt you?!"

At this time.

Yan Lao Mo also suddenly realized that it was no wonder that the boy opposite him had been so calm. It turned out that he was hiding his strength!

This Ghost Cry Blade is his life magic weapon. It has been nurtured for more than a hundred years. When he practiced magic skills on weekdays, he killed a large number of cultivators, spent a lot of hard work, and fed the blood and souls of countless cultivators before he was refined.

A knife can not only defile the enemy's magic weapon, but the sound of ghosts can also capture people's hearts and minds, and specifically break various protective spirit shields and defensive magic weapons.

The souls who died under this knife are countless.

The Ghost Cry Blade is also one of the most notorious ceremonial weapons of Yan Lao Mo.

Even a Jindan-stage cultivator has to avoid his life magic weapon.

Unexpectedly, he couldn't even break the opponent's body.

Yan Lao Mo was shocked. Is this the strength of an ordinary foundation-building perfect alchemist?

There must be something wrong when things are abnormal!

He has already noticed something wrong, and his expression is uncertain.

He turned around and left immediately.

"You want to leave now?"

"Aren't you going to take the elixir of this island master?"

Qin Ming sneered, then waved his hand and summoned!

A ripple appeared in the air, and the huge figures of three spirit beasts emerged, surrounding Yan Lao Mo in a triangular force.

In an instant, the sky and the earth changed color.

Three terrifying auras descended in the air, one of which even made Yan Lao Mo tremble with fear.

"Third-level initial peak demon king!!!"

"Two second-level perfect demons!"

"Duanmu boy misunderstood me!"

Yan Lao Mo screamed, and thick black air came out of his body, turning into countless black smoke and fleeing.

"So much nonsense."

Qin Ming grabbed with his five fingers, and with a flash of green light, three two-inch long nails appeared in the palm of his right hand.

Red-gold spiritual patterns emerged on the wooden nails, emitting terrifying power.

In Qin Ming's Qi Hai Dantian, the waves roared, and the endless mana, like a flood, was poured into the three wooden nails.

Buzz~

All the spiritual patterns lit up, and the most rigid and yang aura lingered on the long nails, causing the air nearby to begin to distort.

"Golden elixir-level mana? A top-level magic weapon of the third level!!"

"How is it possible?!"

Yan Lao Mo screamed in disbelief in the black smoke, and once again performed the secret technique at the cost of his cultivation. Countless blood lights appeared all over his body, and he fled from Qin Ming frantically in a weird posture.

While running away, Yan Lao Mo gritted his teeth and threw out an object, which was a black bone staff with several strings of black jade skulls hanging on it.

In an instant.

The black bone staff instantly grew larger and became more than ten feet in size.

Ten thousand souls roared, and countless ghosts gushed out of the mouths of these black jade skeletons!

This third-level low-grade magic weapon was accidentally obtained by him from the Taihu ruins. It can continuously improve the power of the magic weapon by sacrificing the souls of monks.

Even as long as there are enough souls, it is no problem to upgrade the black bone staff to a medium-grade or above.

Yan Lao Mo didn't care about the pain at this moment, he just hoped that these ghosts could temporarily delay him for a while, so that he could have a chance of survival.

'Duanmu Sheng! You wait for this ancestor! How dare you trick me! '

'When this ancestor is out of trouble, I will use your soul to light a lamp and burn it for thousands of years! '

At this moment, Yan Lao Mo had already cursed Duanmu Sheng eight hundred times in his heart!

However, the next moment.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

The three wooden nails on the palm of Qin Ming's right hand seemed to have completely merged into the void and disappeared.

Phew!

There was a ripple in the air near the black bone staff, and a blue-green wooden nail, breathing red gold light, penetrated through the bone staff silently.

Like a drop of lava falling into the snow, a big hole was opened in the middle of the bone staff.

At the same time, when those ghosts encountered the red-gold divine light emitted by the Wooden Emperor's Nail, they melted and disintegrated, and were instantly evaporated.

The black bone staff screamed sadly and broke into two pieces under the blow of the wooden emperor's nail.

Qin Ming's eyes were as bright as a torch, and his heart was filled with excitement!

This is the power of top-level magic weapons!

It is completely beyond the reach of ordinary magic weapons.

The other two wooden emperor nails, as if they had the ability to lock heads, chased one of the black smoke that Yan Lao Mo sent out.

Just for a moment.

"ah!"

Demon Yan staggered and fell out of the black smoke.

At this time, his face was extremely pale, covering a broken arm, and staring at Qin Ming with despair on his face.

‘Third level spiritual pet, third level top magic weapon’

'This is better than those old guys in Xuanxi Valley!'

‘How could there be such a person in Wei State? ’

'Unexpectedly, this ancestor, who has conquered the devil for so many years, would capsize in the gutter today.'

Yan Laomo knew very well that if he hadn't cut off his own arm just now and used the secret technique of demonic substitution, he would have died under that weird and unpredictable spike.

"Fellow Daoist Qin, it was my fault earlier. My tone was a little harsh. In fact, I didn't mean to be an enemy of fellow Taoist!"

"I hope fellow Taoist spare my life."

Yan Laomo begged for mercy.

"I still like your unruly look just now."

"Didn't you say you were coming to get the elixir?"

"And why did you mislead you by calling Duanmu Sheng just now? Could it be that he gave you some news?"

"He actually transformed into Gu Qingzhao and lured me out of the island."

Qin Ming looked at the other person as if looking at a dead person and said lightly.

"Yes, yes! That's him."

Yan Laomo hurriedly responded, but his eyes became erratic, secretly thinking about how to break the situation.

"Well, then you can go die."

The words fell.

Qin Ming then grabbed the void again and struck three wooden nails towards Old Demon Yan.

Yan Laomo's eyes were about to burst, and he roared in a stern tone: "Junior! Do you really want to die together?"

He knew that there was no way he could survive a blow from those three top-level magic weapons.

Immediately, Demon Yan showed a crazy look on his face, and he was about to choose to self-destruct the golden elixir and die together with Qin Ming.

However, the three wooden emperor nails suddenly passed through Yan Laomo's body-protecting demonic energy, and easily penetrated the defensive magic weapon on his body.

His head was instantly pierced, revealing three bloody holes.

Yan Laomo lost his breath, and before he could even self-destruct, his body fell from the air.

Qin Ming immediately cast a thorn technique on him, and countless black vines wrapped him up and sucked him into a mummy.

The Sky-eating Rat watched for a long time, then immediately dug out a golden elixir from Yan Laomo's corpse and handed it to Qin Ming.

"Master, there is also this."

"hey-hey!"