The heavens begin from the Daluo Hall

Chapter 39

"No, it's a Taoist magic weapon!" The well-informed Liu Zhaojun changed his face.

Magical artifacts are divided into three classes, high, middle, and low, corresponding to each stage of Taoism, which is similar to the division of Taoism. This momentum is at least a medium magical artifact, which can only be born if a Taoist priest expends a lot of energy to sacrifice.

呲呲!

The bloody red phosphorus horse beasts were scorched and browned by the dark green flames, and the burnt bubbles overflowed with yellow and green pus and blood, so they had to retreat outside the yard and stand aside with their masters.

I saw every female corpse with distorted limbs lying on the ground, and the beautiful heads were separated from the body one by one. In the blink of an eye, all the corpses on the ground shrank into dryness, as if all the essence was absorbed by the head, and finally a large piece of mummified corpse was burned to ashes in the dark green fire.

In an instant, the small courtyard became eerie and terrifying. Hundreds of beauties' heads were suspended in the air. They all opened their pitch-black eyes and stared at the crowd with resentment. Wisps of dark green flames overflowed from the seven orifices, like ghostly fires one by one. Lantern, a cold and evil spirit filled the air.

"Hahaha, the thousand-headed scorpion has finally been refined, and I have worked hard for many years." The evil monk was ecstatic, and he made a formula in his hand, and the spiritual surge continued to pour in.

The dark green sea of ​​flames that spread across the audience suddenly subsided, and hundreds of heads of resentful beauties shrank rapidly, and they were actually connected in a circle, forming a string of thousands of skull bracelets, with strands of dark flames surrounding the whole body, containing immense power.

The faces of Wu Ming and the others were ugly. They recognized the origin of this evil magic weapon. and rituals.

And the processing process of the beautiful heads as the base material is extremely cruel. They have to be separated from their heads and bodies while maintaining their sanity, and they are insulted in every possible way to make them feel resentful. It should be a high-level magic weapon prohibited by the seven realms, and it should be the deacon of the supernatural power.

"It's so dangerous, we destroyed the beauty's head before it was completely collected, but it only generated a little evil spirit, which got stuck at the apex of the granting-level magic weapon." Wu Ming said fortunately.

The so-called baleful qi is the most yin to cold in the world, extremely filthy, far superior to ordinary yin and cold, etc., nothing can not be corroded, and the types are also strange.

Because supernatural power monks have the saying of "concentrating evil spirits", [shame energy] is a sign of things of this level, including magic tools and Taoism.

"Looks like I'm going to fight for my life." Liu Zhaojun's face sank, and she took down a wooden and copper bell from her slender waist. She looked at the thousand-headed strings floating in the air, and said through gritted teeth: "At least there are seven or eight bells." A hundred beauties have their heads, so it’s only framed a few mortals?!”

Wu Ming sighed as expected, stroked the jade belt hanging on his trousers, and after arousing it, a wave of energy swam around his body, entrenched on the front and back of his chest, vaguely in the shape of a snake.

This is the [Black Snake Black Jade Belt], which is a low-level magic weapon that he bought at a large price. It only has two restrictions engraved on it. The fourth to sixth weights are medium, and the seventh to ninth weights are high-level.

[Multiplicity] reflects the degree of the refiner's understanding of Taoism. Sacrificial refining of magical artifacts is actually similar to making talismans. A spell is planted on the embryo of the magical artifact, and the function of the magical artifact is determined according to the effect of the spell.

For example, what he engraved on this magic weapon is a spell of [Mysterious Snake Entangling Strength], which integrates offense and defense, which is not bad among Taoists.

Lu Zhi's magic weapon has six levels of restrictions. In fact, it is impossible to engrave spell restrictions with his cultivation and knowledge.

But this is also the difference between an evil weapon and a normal magic weapon. The materials and production process are extremely strict, requiring the birth date, the right time and place, etc., and the final product will naturally be banned.

This method has been decried as an evil method in the Han Dynasty. It consumes too many resources and time and energy, and it will lose control if you are not careful. It is far less simple and convenient than the inscription spell. However, it is said that it was very popular in the Northern Wei Dynasty. The northern barbarians advocated the law of the jungle and called it The law is to follow the natural teaching.

Liu Zhaojun looked at the Caixiist who was trying to communicate with the magic weapon not far away, and said in a low voice: "Although the magic weapon is powerful, the ascetic himself is the key. The other party may not be able to control the evil weapon well. Let's find a way to kill Lu Zhi."

Jiang Han nodded silently, while Wu Ming quietly signaled the Red Phosphorous Horse Beast to retreat. It seems that it is useless now, so it is better to wander around the battlefield and meet him to escape at any time.

"Kill!" Liu Zhaojun resolutely walked in the front, propping up a thin black aura, holding a wooden and copper bell and shaking it continuously, a clear and pleasant melody spread.

On the surface of the bell is engraved a spring cicada, which emits a faint yellow light. Judging from the spirituality contained, there are about three levels of prohibition, and it is at the top of the low-level magic weapon.

At the same time, as the bell swayed, a chilling wind blew up in the air, like the bleak autumn wind, and it seemed that the cicadas were singing during the humming, and the sadness and the meaning of life dying hit people's hearts directly.

Liu Zhaojun released a never-before-seen spell called [Autumn Wind and Cicadas], which can summon the chilling autumn wind, and contains the ability to attack the mind and spirit. , The power of each other is huge.

Wu Ming was not surprised when she saw this, everyone would keep a hand of cards, so it was understandable for her to do so.

"You guys still want to resist, what a whimsical idea!" The acrobat standing on the wall grinned grinningly, pointed at the suspended thousand-headed string with a trick, and suddenly a steady stream of dark flames overflowed, forming a green sea of ​​flames and colliding with the hurricane.

There was a loud bang, and a whirlwind mixed with some flames blew up and scattered, spreading to a radius of more than ten feet. The land was scorched and desolate, and several clusters of faint fires were still lingering, as if the chill and cold had caused the earth to wither.

The three of them were protected by the mysterious turtle air mask, but Liu Zhaojun, who cast the spell, had a pretty face as pale as gold paper. Fortunately, Wu Ming released the [Sweet Rain Technique] in time to make up for some of her consumption.

"Is it the prostitute of the Pingyuan Liu family? Not too bad." Lu Zhi said in surprise, his complexion was much better. Although he couldn't exert the strongest power of the magic weapon, he could attack without too much infusion of spirituality.

"I'd like to see how long you can hold on." The evil cultivator threw out a thousand strings, which swelled in the wind. Hundreds of beauties had their temples like ink, and they gathered together to form a black cloud. The strange laughter of silver bells resounded throughout. .

Liu Zhaojun stuffed a handful of Yangyuan Pills into his mouth, gritted his teeth and blew on the bell magic weapon again, the endless bleak mourning continued, spreading to the evil weapon shining in the sky.

"Woohoo! I remembered, I was humiliated.", "I didn't know I was refined into an evil weapon.", "I'm in so much pain, ahh!"...

Then the spell took effect, and the beauties in mid-air were confused, as if they remembered the sad things in the past, they were crying and gnashing their teeth, their expressions were different and no longer unified.

"What's going on, why is it out of control." The Cai opera master panicked.

Seeing this, Liu Zhaojun was overjoyed and said, "It's now!"

Needless to say, Wu Ming and Jiang Han had worked out their spells long ago, and when a flaw appeared, the sun and moon were released instantly, intertwined with each other, destroying the thick wall and sending dust to the sky.

A shadow appeared on the other side again, Lu Zhi's figure was in a state of embarrassment, and he could not use the magic trick more than three times, otherwise the spell would fail and he would die.

He gritted his teeth and cut open his wrist with a small knife. A large stream of blood flowed, and the thousands of heads that were out of control in the distance quickly returned to the head of the evil cultivator, and the blood was greedily sucked by the magic weapon.

In an instant, the bracelets shone brightly, getting rid of the influence of the autumn wind and cicadas. The blood of ascetics contains rich spirituality, and this kind of evil weapon is the most favorite.

During this period, the spells that Wu Ming and Jiang Han played again were all melted like ice and snow under the light of the thousand-headed wheel string.

The beauties' heads turned into normal size, like lanterns of dim light, surrounding Lu Zhi, with traces of gray and black air generated, carrying evil spirits in the yin, forming a yin and cold legal domain that is invulnerable to all dharma, he laughed wildly and said : "You guys are out of skills."

Liu Zhaojun felt a sense of powerlessness, her spirituality had been exhausted, the bell in her hand had lost its luster, and was severely damaged by the evil spirit, she could no longer support the protective air shield, and it was time for her to run out.

Next to him, Wu Ming kept silent and carefully observed the opponent. After continuous attack and bloodletting, Lu Zhi was also pale, and his condition might not be better than theirs.

"It's time." He secretly thought, quietly took out a thunderbolt pill from his arms, visualized the sun magic in his mind, and at the same time sorted out his appearance and behavior, and offered sacrifices to the sky.

Wisps of golden mist fell from the sky, and the yang and harmony filled Wu Ming's body, his eyes glowed pale gold, and a layer of mysterious light flowed on his body surface, shining brightly, like the warm sun and jade light, this is the peak of Dao Fruit embodiment.

His hands were dragging, and a round of red golden sun rose, shining under the brilliance, like a god of the sun, containing great majesty.

Seeing this, Jiang Han on the side immediately decided not to form a basic formation with his partners to attack. This formation requires the balance of the sun and the moon. Obviously Wu Ming didn't know what kind of hole card to use, just brewing is awe-inspiring, and the yang energy is too strong.

"Go!" Lu Zhi sensed the movement, and seeing the situation was not good, he called for the heads of You Huo to charge towards the three of them.

"Don't worry, I'll stop you." Jiang Han yelled, a round of moon was above her head, shining brightly like a goddess, standing in front of her alone, with a wave of her sleeves, a large amount of moonlight soared into the sky, and the heads of beauties were frozen into ice sculptures come down.

But in less than two seconds, a black skull covered with dark green flames came over from a distance, drowning the tide of moonlight, unstoppable.

At this time, Liu Zhaojun gritted his teeth, spat out a mouthful of spiritual blood, forced the Qiu Chanling to hit it, and detonated it.

Rumble!
A bright red whirlwind swept past, full of murderous aura, like leaves falling in the autumn wind, withering life, and the thousands of heads floating in the sky were dimmed, and it seemed that the damage was not small, and the dark clouds within a few feet had thinned out a lot.

After being blocked by the two of them one after another, Wu Ming was ready. The method of sacrifice + the method of contemplation, accumulated for a total of four seconds, and the combination of the two would explode at its peak.

A burst of thunder and fire was stirred up, and the surrounding temperature rose sharply. A golden red sun was imprinted on the palm of the young Taoist priest. He stepped forward and shot forward, and a golden red bullet flew out soundlessly from his cuff.

(End of this chapter)