Chapter 429 Three tricks (seeking a monthly ticket)
This black-robed Zhenjun looks middle-aged, with a little frost on his temples, but he looked at Fang Xi with a suspicious expression: "Mu Zhenjun?!"
This person turned out to be the True Monarch Black Sand of the Yellow Sand Sect, the middle-stage Nascent Soul cultivator who awakened the 'Black Sand Divine Body'!
Although Fang Xi covered his face, the identification among Nascent Soul cultivators mainly depended on their spiritual sense and mana breath.
Fang Xi fought this Yuanying Zhenjun last time, so the other party would naturally not admit his mistake.
"It turns out that this person is actually a disciple of Fellow Daoist Heisha..."
Fang Xi's expression was a little ugly.
"This person is not my disciple, but he is from the lineage of Junior Brother Gansha..." Zhenjun Heisha sighed: "I already know what happened, so please give my fellow Taoist a face, let's stop here, how about it? "
Under Heisha Zhenjun's signal, You Tianhao reluctantly stepped forward and bowed: "Senior, this time it's the younger generation who is wrong, please forgive me!"
As he spoke, he also took out the inner alchemy of the Fenglei Horned Python: "This junior is willing to make amends with this thing..."
Seeing this scene, Fang Xi couldn't help but sneer in her heart.
'This person is really unscrupulous because his elders are monks in the middle stage of Nascent Soul. You need to know that I have killed many of your senior brothers, and even the master died because of me...'
"If I don't give fellow Taoist this face, so what?"
He sneered and said something that made Zhenjun Heisha's expression change, and then said: "But Daoist friend gave Zhenjun a face last time, and Zhenjun will naturally reciprocate. After all, this place is occupied by the monster race. , It’s not good to fight for a long time... How about another three-stroke agreement? If fellow Taoists can accept the three moves of Ben Zhenjun, Ben Zhenjun will not care about this matter anymore, otherwise, let this person take the three moves. Pay back your life!"
You Tianhao was stared at by Fang Xi's icy eyes, and then he realized that he was afraid, and looked at Zhenjun Heisha as if asking for help: "Master..."
"Three moves?"
Zhenjun Heisha experienced it for a while, and realized that Fang Xi’s aura was still in the early stage of Yuanying. Although he was a little bit surprised, he didn’t think for long, and agreed: "As suggested by Zhenjun Mu, limit to three moves."
Two escaping lights flew out immediately, Zhuo stood in mid-air, staring at each other from a distance.
Zhenjun Heisha's complexion remained unchanged, and his heart was uncertain.
It's only been more than ten years since we left, and he doesn't believe that this 'Mu Zhenjun' can make any breakthrough.
You must know that there are many Nascent Soul cultivators like them who have been unable to make progress for hundreds of years!
"The first trick!"
Fang Xi said coldly, a **** light flashed on his right hand, and a blood-colored long knife emerged, with a faint magic light on it, and awe-inspiring aura, it is indeed a spiritual treasure!
'He actually used the spirit treasure from the very beginning... This person is a Dharma practitioner and does not practice the magic weapon of his own life. Could it be that this spirit treasure was obtained recently? '
Zhenjun Heisha's eyes narrowed slightly, and suddenly he made a gesture, and a series of simple and mysterious jet-black runes appeared on his face, which was a sign of fully mobilizing the 'Kurosawa Xuansha'!
Crash!
A black river condensed by countless sands emerged in the void, and each sand rubbed against each other, bursting out unimaginable terrifying power!
This is 'Kurosawa Xuansha'!
Every drop of a grain can instantly turn into a huge pitch-black boulder hundreds of feet long, annihilating a group of Tier 2 monsters or a Tier 3 monster without much trouble.
The long black river coiled around Zhenjun Heisha, and suddenly, under one of the tricks, it turned into a nine-headed lion and roared at Fang Xi!
Among the sound waves of the lion's roar, Fang Xi's whole body was dressed in robes, and the 'Blood Transforming Demon Knife' with his right hand just slashed!
Poof!
An extremely fine blood light flashed, submerged into the body of the nine-headed black sand black lion, and then disappeared.
Just as You Tianhao was showing his complacency, a scene that stunned him happened.
Puff puff!
Breaks of scarlet sword light erupted from the bodies of the nine black black black lions, and among the black sand black sand, there were actually extremely subtle sword lights flickering.
Under this knife, it seems to be divided into thousands, making every grain of sand separate from each other.
Into gaps!
Let this long river of black sand disintegrate from the smallest place...
Zhenjun Heisha's complexion changed drastically, and a small pitch-black pot appeared in front of him.
This is the spiritual treasure of his life—Jun sand pot!
As soon as the Jun sand pot came out, there was a layer of thick black light surging, and the spirit patterns flickered one by one, turning into a huge light shield.
Small scarlet saber lights emerged and fell on the pitch-black round shield, making a teeth-stinging sound.
In the end, all the saber lights were wiped out.
Zhenjun Heisha didn't see any relaxation on his face, but looked at the blood-melting magic knife in Fang Xi's hand with great dignity: "What a magic treasure, this treasure seems to be able to absorb the blood essence of monks and increase its power..."
"That's right, this knife has already drank the blood of several Yuanying Zhenjun before..."
Fang Xi flicked the Blood Demon Knife, and the blade was filled with blood.
The so-called drinking the blood of Yuanying Zhenjun is naturally true.
Although the red-blooded old monster is just a weakling, Zhenjun Lingfeng also became the first victim.
And after the magic knife fell into Fang Xi's hands, he naturally retained some of the red-blooded old monsters, ancient monsters, and even the blood of the seven-killed demon king!
This 'Blood Transforming Demon Knife' is a magical treasure, and it has the characteristics of consuming blood essence and increasing power.
Fang Xi only used the blood of a Nascent Soul True Monarch just now, but at this moment, he chuckled lightly and shouted: "The second trick is coming, be careful!"
While he was speaking, the three-eyed and six-armed King Yan Luo appeared behind him, his brows opened vertically, and a flame fell on the blood-melting demon knife.
The blood essence of the Seven Killing Demon King stored in the blood-transforming knife is also rapidly consumed, causing the knife to burst out into a blood-colored blade that is several feet long!
How fierce is the Seven Killing Demon Lord?
This person's cultivation base has reached the peak of the mid-Yuanying period, and his body is extremely vigorous.
After being sacrificed by Fang Xi's blood to the Demon Sword, the power of the Blood Transformation Demon Sword has reached an unprecedented peak.
Fang Xi raised the Blood Demon Knife with both hands, and then chopped it down with one blow!
Wow!
The scarlet knife light is like a sea of blood, in which there are countless unjust souls up and down, and incalculable **** runes flicker in it.
In an instant, the sword light engulfed True Monarch Black Sand...
Ho Ho!
A moment later, a giant dragon made of black sand rushed out of the sea of blood, among which was Zhenjun Black Sand.
But at this moment, he was looking at the Jun sand pot in his hand, his face was full of bitterness.
On the main body of the Junsha pot, there was a faint red knife mark at some point.
Fang Xi's sword strike just now caused the monk in the middle stage of Nascent Soul to be injured, even his natal spirit treasure was damaged!
"The third move!"
Fang Xi couldn't help admiring when he saw that True Monarch Heisha was able to receive his two moves.
For this kind of enemy, we must go all out to show our respect!
A black light flashed above his head, and the alien infant appeared, and a small sword appeared in his hand, which was the 'Sword of the Infant God'!
Woohoo!
The sound of the sword sound like a baby crying suddenly resounded through the surrounding void.
In the dantian of Zhenjun Heisha, Nascent Soul, who has always looked exactly like him, suddenly opened his eyes, and a trace of fear appeared on his small face...
"This sword..."
Zhenjun Heisha's eyelids twitched wildly.
Generally speaking, when the Nascent Soul cultivator goes out of the body, he either runs for his life or desperately.
It was already very difficult to deal with, plus this sword...
"Fellow Daoist, wait a moment... This seat... admit defeat!"
True Monarch Black Sand said with difficulty.
As a mid-Yuanying monk, it is a bit embarrassing to admit that he lost to an early-Yuanying monk.
But losing face is better than losing life!
"oh?"
Fang Xi stopped casting spells, and looked at Zhenjun Heisha with a half-smile.
As soon as Zhenjun Heisha gritted his teeth, a tornado composed of black sand and black sand swallowed You Tianhao who was caught off guard...
After the black tornado passed, there was no trace of this person in place.
There was only one storage bag, and the inner alchemy of the Fenglei Horned Python, which was thrown to Fang Xi by Zhenjun Heisha.
"Friend Daoist is a cheerful person!"
Fang Xi put away the storage bag and the inner alchemy, but the Nascent Soul above his head was playing with the 'Sword of the Infant God', and did not return to the body of the Xuanhuo Demon Zombie.
"Fellow Daoist, what do you mean by this?" True Monarch Heisha was full of vigilance, for fear that Fang Xi would strike again.
Especially that small sword, which gave his Nascent Soul a strong sense of threat.
"I'm waiting for the fight to be too quiet, I'm afraid I've already attracted the attention of the monster..." Fang Xi sighed, looked around, and said loudly: "Come out!"
"Hey... you two human monks are fighting in the wild, really don't take my monster race seriously..."
Poof!
The soil layer exploded, and a huge golden pangolin-like monster came out.
And on top of the pangolin, stood two demon cultivators!
To be promoted to the fourth level, the monster clan needs to go through the "transfiguration thunder calamity", which is rumored to be several points more difficult than the monk's Nascent Soul Thunder Tribulation!
Moreover, the success rate of monster beasts at the peak of the third order to cross the catastrophe is lower than that of human monks who condense Nascent Soul.
Heavenly Lord, since he gave the Yaozu a long lifespan, a tyrannical physique, and a sharp natal supernatural power, it will naturally deprive them of some things, such as...the cultivation is extremely slow, and it is more difficult to advance than the human race!
However, the more so, the fourth-order monster races that have successfully transformed into forms are all very extraordinary!
Fang Xi looked at the two figures that appeared on the golden pangolin.
The Tier 4 monster can already transform into a human form.
The two monsters that appeared at this time, one was tall, with a layer of green scales on his body, like a simple piece of armor, with a weird horn on top of his head.
The other one is basically the same as a human being, except for a few scarlet scales on both sides of the cheeks, and two carp-like tentacles on the lips.
"A middle period, an early stage..."
Fang Xi looked slightly solemn: "It's a little trouble..."
"It's the Five Elements Lin clan!"
True Monarch Heisha seemed to think of something, and his face became even more ugly: "The Five Elements Lin clan is known as the king of the monster clan and beasts, and their clansmen often awaken some of the 'Kirin True Blood'! It is even more difficult to deal with than ordinary monsters..."
"Since you know you can't deal with it, why don't you leave Nascent Soul to make amends?"
The red-scale demon clan laughed, and the demonic aura shot up from their bodies, as expected, they were even stronger than ordinary Nascent Soul mid-stage.
(end of this chapter)