Mortal Cultivation: Starting from a Casual Cultivator

Right now, Wang Li is no longer satisfied with just trapping this beast, he wants to kill this Alchemy Qi.

If it was the Tianfeng Furious Formation or the Illusionary Tianluo Formation, he would never hesitate to turn around and leave.

The first is the power of the formation: more than 80% of the reversed five-element formation has been perfected, which is much stronger than the other two formations; with the help of the formation, the overall combat effectiveness of one's own side has to be improved by a small level.

The second is not to leave any clues to bring disaster to Huang Fenggu. Just because the Reversed Five Elements Formation was used once during the Blood Forbidden Trial, once it is exposed here, Huang Fenggu is bound to become a thorn in the side of the largest sect of the Acacia Sect in Tiannan Demonic Dao in the follow-up battle. In this way, the plan to resettle Xin Ruyin cannot be carried out; and Huang Fenggu has not sorry him so far, how can he put Huang Fenggu to death first?

What's more, he did a lot in the Yanling Fort incident, isn't it for the purpose of indirectly strengthening the Yellow Maple Valley?

Therefore, Jie Dan with the surname Zhao must die, and the formation must be withdrawn.

"I have never had a real battle with the alchemy stage. Unfortunately, time does not allow me to delay here for too long."

Ever since, No. 1 did his part to kill with two ancient treasures and some usable magic tools and talisman talisman treasures.

Behind the old man surnamed Zhao, a gap suddenly opened in a multicolored light curtain, and the purple ax and small ax turned into a purple awn, slashing fiercely at this guy's vest.

"snort."

The spiritual consciousness of the alchemy period is so keen that No. 1's sneak attack was caught immediately.

I saw the old man beckoning to the skeleton stand in front of him, and then waved.

"Ding."

The purple ax bumped head-on with the skeleton arm, and the purple ax's attack remained undiminished, but there was a small gap in the skeleton arm, and the jade-like luster on it dimmed a little.

Obviously, Ziyue's power is a little bit stronger, and it is not comparable to ordinary magic weapons.

"Ancient treasure?!"

The old man's expression changed.

Without saying a word, he opened his mouth and sprayed out a cloud of green mist, wrapping himself and the skeleton frame in it.

Seeing this, Wang Li showed no signs of fear, and the purple ax continued to transform into a purple awn to attack, shooting into the green mist in the blink of an eye. After several collisions, Ziyue always had the upper hand, and the old man surnamed Zhao could only try his best to defend.

What a weak alchemy period!

But Wang Li was annoyed at his own carelessness before he was happy for a while. Because he gradually realized that he was afraid of being fooled.

This mist should be highly corrosive and polluting: it can not only pollute the magic weapon and damage the spirituality; it can also corrode the magic power attached to it, making the magic weapon or ancient treasure less flexible.

The same is true for the purple battle axe. The first few times when I just plunged into the green mist, it was fine, and I was still able to operate freely; but after a few collisions with the skeleton frame that was nourished by the green mist and the arrogance was soaring, it was a bit out of control. A lot of mana on it was wasted.

Wang Li's face darkened.

Immediately asked No. 1 to quickly take back the purple ax in the green mist.

But at this moment, the handle of the purple axe, whose speed and power were greatly reduced, was directly grabbed by a skeleton palm wrapped in green flames.

not good!

Wang Li's expression changed dramatically. Because although Ziyue struggled fiercely, the cutting edge scratched many parts of the skeleton frame. But after the other big hand also held the handle of the axe, it looked like a fish in a net, no matter how hard it was to break free.

The old man surnamed Zhao was naturally pleasantly surprised: what he met was a stunned young man.

Zi Yue is in danger of changing hands, which is typically due to lack of combat experience.

But at this moment, No. 1's escaping light shot out from the previous crack, and the next moment, the ringing of the Miaoyinling and the sound of the lyre Fubao followed closely. Both the sound of the bell and the sound of the zither have the magical effect of draining the enemy's mana and disturbing the mind, and the speed of transmission is very fast, spreading to this strange space within the large formation in a short while.

As soon as the green mist and overlapping voices collided, there were signs of dissipating and melting. Ignoring the obstruction of the green mist, the sound penetrated into the old man's ears, making his head buzz even more, and his strength to control the skeleton frame was weakened by three points.

And because of the rebound of the formation light curtain, these sounds even formed a secondary superposition state within a few breaths.

This made Wang Li, who was full of anxiety and fully urged on the talisman below, be stunned for a moment and then overjoyed after being detected by No. 1's perception.

It was hard to guard against a sonic attack, and it would have to be superimposed many times. If he had to deal with it himself, it would be a headache to think about it.

"A mere sound wave."

The old man frowned, and propped up a light curtain to isolate the sound to a great extent, and continued to concentrate on obliterating the mana mark left by No. 1 on the purple ax with green fire.

Ancient treasures are different from natal magic treasures: magic treasures have spirits, at least until they are re-sacrificed, even if they are taken away, the other party cannot use them. However, ancient treasures can be used conveniently as long as they change hands.

In the eyes of the old man, as long as he seizes this ancient treasure, the situation of victory and defeat will be reversed directly.

He could tell that the newly promoted alchemy stage on the opposite side couldn't fully display the power of this ancient treasure for some reason. He is confident that he can do it.

"Hoo hoo."

Intermediate primary technique, tornado technique.

A level 12 hurricane blew out of nowhere, and instantly turned into a thick tornado, hitting the rapidly fading green mist in midair.

"Don't think about it."

The five magical artifacts were thrown out by the old man, and three of them turned into three beams of light and directly hit the attacking tornado. The other two pieces: one is a small shield shining with precious light, which is definitely a treasure, and it props up a light curtain in the blink of an eye. The other one was a dark red bead the size of a fist. After a flash of red light, countless mana threads that were hard to detect with the naked eye shot out into the void, followed by what seemed to be tightly grasped.

Before the hurricane and the three streamers collided, a dagger, a small sword, and a small mark formed a triangular fusion beam.

The hurricane swept by, the beam was drowned, and there was a crunching sound.

This tornado, in addition to the wind itself, actually implies hundreds of wind blades comparable to elementary and intermediate levels. Ordinary monks involved will definitely be torn to pieces, and ordinary magic weapons are no exception.

But just when the hurricane tornado was about to continue to attack the old man with these three instruments, there was a bang in the center of the tornado, followed by a dazzling brilliance.

The old guy actually detonated something at the eye of the wind, causing the mighty tornado to explode into countless torrents.

However, the old man surnamed Zhao did not show the slightest joy on his face, instead he was frightened and annoyed:

On the one hand, the light curtain of the small shield was shattered after being hit and cut by a rain of wind blades; the dark red beads slightly blocked the torrent, and also chased and flew back.

On the other hand, a large number of bells and piano sounds hidden in the tornado spread out, catching him by surprise, and even two layers of shields couldn't stop him.

In other words, he was almost overwhelmed by the yin man on the opposite side.

It turned out that Wang Li was not sure how many superimposed sound waves would be able to attract the old man. He was worried that the opponent would gain control of the purple axe before it worked.

Obviously it is a tornado wind blade, but it is actually a double play of coercion.

Once the old man gets involved in the eye of the tornado, he will be greeted by at least ten layers of superimposed waves of sound waves.

"Fellow Daoist, which faction is it from? Regardless of your skills or means, it doesn't look like the Moon Sect's?"

The Concealing Moon Sect was originally split from the Hehuan Sect, so he knew the conventional methods.

What answered him were two kinds of sound waves that continued and gradually became stronger, another powerful wind spell, and finally a handful of intermediate fire talismans!

The wind helps the fire, and the wind and fire add to each other.

The overwhelming rain of flames and the scene that imprinted in his eyes made the old man's scalp tingle in horror.

With a flash of figure, he wanted to escape.

But this space is extremely weird, and the range he can move is only that big. Even if one or two layers of colored light curtains are forcefully broken to get in, the space will be retransmitted in the next moment.

Therefore, a small part can be avoided, but absolutely cannot escape the life of being set on fire.

"Damn it."

How could there be any disagreement with smashing talismans and spirit stones.

At least fifty middle-level talismans were thrown on the opposite side, which is at least five or six thousand spirit stones.

"boom boom boom"