Mirror of the Sky

Zhang Haisheng's cultivation base for tempering his body is only the eighth-rank human-level, and his cultivation of the soul is barely the sixth-rank among the ninth-level human-level varieties. The pure spirit he has to deal with can only be imagined from the power of his mind. Ferocious and fierce, at least he was a cultivator of the fourth rank of human rank.

In addition, there are more than a dozen of the same sect guarding each other nearby. According to common sense, Zhang Huansheng wanted to kill him, it was undoubtedly a daydream and wishful thinking.

But what I said here is based on common sense, and Zhang Huansheng's strength cannot be judged according to common sense.

Whether it is the two extreme methods he cultivated inside and outside, the nearly ten kinds of innate magical powers he has awakened, or the special opportunity to use the power of chaos, earth, water to quench his body, and cultivate the gods, it is enough to transform him into a low-grade human-level practitioner, a monster. like existence.

At this time, with the help of the magical power of exhaling into a cloud, it was hidden in the cloud and descended from the sky. This 'monster' hid at the edge of the cloud, carefully sensing the movements of the opponent from a hundred meters away, running the real energy in the body, and slowly moving its steps.

The cloud and mist he spit out was extremely dense, and even the best eyesight couldn't see beyond half a foot, but Zhang Huansheng himself could rely on his supernatural power to sense the every move of all the creatures wrapped in the cloud.

And the cloud is full of water vapor, so Zhang Huansheng can rely on his magical power to prevent and imprison the enemy in the cloud at any time, making him feel as uncomfortable as he is trapped in the ocean. Usually faster and more agile.

In this way, with the help of Yun Tuan, Zhang Huansheng went around in a circle, and quietly and slowly came behind Chun Fei, within three feet.

Just as he was eager to try out a trick, he suddenly moved, his feet were a little on the ground, he rose up against the wind, and hurriedly retreated.

Just as he left the place, a dazzling sword light lit up in front of Zhang Huansheng's eyes, slashing the tip of his nose by the slightest, causing the cloud and mist to tumble for a while.

Immediately afterwards, a loud shout rang out, "Junior brothers and sisters, listen carefully.

This fog is caused by someone, the wind will not disperse, the water will not extinguish, the talisman and magic spell can only temporarily restore a little clarity, and the clouds and fog will gather again after a while.

We brought new juniors and younger sisters to the test, and we couldn't run far, so we couldn't attack, we couldn't hide, we had to stick to one path.

I have already crushed the sound transmission, and as long as there are elders from the division within a hundred miles, they will come to the rescue immediately..."

The person who spoke this was one of the five young disciples of Qingxiao Mountain, and the host of the Thousand Mile Trial of the new disciples of Yinhai County of Xu Country.

Seeing that the enemy's methods were unpredictable, and without even the slightest hesitation, he ignored the face and reputation of his five major disciples, admitted his lack of strength, and asked the elders for help.

However, asking for help does not mean sitting still. After shouting for the same sect to stick to it, Chunji himself held the bronze ancient vessel with the two seal characters 'Yushu' inscribed on the sword. With a little inspiration in his heart, he kept moving. He pushed towards Zhang Huansheng slowly.

Realizing that the pure machine seemed to be able to detect his position intuitively, Zhang Huansheng couldn't help but sigh that the world is huge, and strange people are really emerging one after another.

He judged from the might of Chunji's sword-wielding just now that this Taoist monk who used his heart instead of his eyes in the cloud and mist, and was pressing towards him step by step, was likely to have entered the first rank of human, and would respond to his request for help. The masters of Qingxiao Mountain who came to help, I am afraid that at least they must be monks on the ground level, can't help but frown.

If this situation continues, the situation will only get worse and worse. At this moment, Zhang Huansheng's safest way is to use the clouds and fog as a barrier and escape from afar.

But the unwillingness in his heart was always unbearable, he hesitated for a while, gritted his teeth, formed a Dharma seal with his hands, and silently recited in his mouth, "Abra huh..." Dharma incantation, a flash of light from Lumen above his head, and his soul rushed out. , turned into a black dragon and a white elephant, rushing towards the pure machine.

Zhang Huansheng's dragon-like primordial spirit has already begun to manifest the wonder of incarnation outside the body, but it is invisible to those who are not great supernatural powers. It is like a real dragon and elephant. It shakes its head and swings its tail to break through the clouds, and the black dragon spews wind blades. The white elephant's proboscis swung violently, blocking the pure machine's sword.

If we only look at the level, the Dawei Tianlong and the Wisdom Treasure Elephant are the only two incarnations of the Buddha Sakyamuni in Buddhism. Unless Pangu is reborn and Nuwa is reincarnated, they are the Taoist Taoist ancestor, the Tianfang God, and the Don't dare to say that it is the enemy to win the game.

On the other hand, Junji is just a human being with the utmost talent for cultivation, and no matter how great he is, he is only a human being.

However, the dragon and elephant were transformed by Zhang Huansheng's primordial spirit. In the final analysis, they were still a part of his body, mind, and spirit. They were naturally restricted by their cultivation. It is still the power of a human-level sixth-rank cultivator~www.readwn.com~ Therefore, there is only one face to face. As a pure machine of human beings, he almost cut the amazingly powerful black dragon and white elephant into two parts. After a slight glimpse, he looked up to the sky and laughed Standing up with Yu Jian, "I thought it was such a tough guy to come to trouble me in Qingxiao Mountain, but I didn't expect it to be a silver wax gun head..."

As he teased, his mind was distracted, his spiritual sense suddenly lost, and he didn't even notice a figure from a few meters away, as if swimming in the mist, flashed by quickly, and in just two or three breaths, he had quietly sneaked Arrived behind Chun Fei.

That Chunji was unaware of being approached by others. Hearing Chunji's shout, he happily said, "Looking at what Senior Brother Chunji said, he seems to have defeated the enemy..."

Before he could finish speaking, he suddenly felt a pain in his heart behind his back, but when he opened his mouth, he found that he couldn't make a sound, only the bruised blood continued to overflow. He turned around suddenly, and saw a pair of cold eyes staring at him in the thick fog.

In a trance, a bald, one-eyed, one-horned, naked mountain ghost suddenly jumped out of that eye, and rushed into the sea of ​​​​knowledge along the pure eyes, entangled in his soul, and kept roaring silently. stand up.

"Isn't this the 'Life and Killing Mandrill' that I visualized when I practiced "Lishan Muheshu"? His head rushed.

It comes from the survival instinct that everyone has. Even if his mind is extremely confused, Chun Fei still raises his hand to parry the deadly giant, but he did not expect that the clouds and mists that were stirred in the four directions when the fist broke through the air actually outlined a The phantom of the huge elephant foot slammed into him like a real thing, shattering his entire upper body.

As soon as the body was destroyed, the pure soul suddenly became weak, and instantly lost the power to resist, and was swallowed into the stomach by the mountain ghost with a wailing.