magic door player

Chapter 108 The Fight Begins

Tier [-] magic weapons are extremely rare treasures for ordinary Golden Core cultivators.

Not to mention Daoist monks!
Only Chongxuanzong, a major craftsman, has the courage to take out a second-order magic weapon as a prize, and let monks from various factions fight for it.

In order to show the big atmosphere!
The Wu family of Xing Cang is one of the four great cultivation families in the East China Sea, with a long history and deep heritage.

Its clan inheritance is called "Thunder Jade Classic"!
Pang Yue had heard from Luo Qingyuan before that this Thunder Jade Sutra could cultivate twelve Thunder Talismans of Taiyuan Immortal Capital, and communicate with the Twelve Immortal Capital Thunder Gods in the dark, with infinite power.

It is one of the top thunder methods in the world!

This Wu Hongyu stood proudly in the sky, his body was full of lightning, and his cultivation base fluctuations in the later stage of Daoji spread undisguisedly.

On Yingxian Mountain, a snow-white silk thread flew out, circled in the air, and then straightened.

next moment.

Everyone saw a blur in front of their eyes, and a tall and thin figure appeared at the end of the white silk.

"Thousand Machine Zong Peng Yuan leads the Taoist friend's brilliant move."

Countless white threads swirl around the tall and thin figure, which is unpredictable and unpredictable.

Wu Hongyu smiled loudly, without talking nonsense, he stretched out his hand and pointed at Peng Yuan.

A thunderbolt suddenly struck down in the sky!
The blue and white thunder light intertwined like water, crashing down with astonishing power.

Peng Yuan unhurriedly pinched the Yin Jue, a white thread on the top of his head suddenly stretched straight, as if he was about to pull something out of the void.

He saw a piece of tortoise shell about Zhang Xu floating above his head out of thin air, blocking the thunder.

Boom!

The thunder light hit the tortoise shell, a dazzling light erupted, and the electric snake leaped in all directions, and the eyes were all white.

With a movement of white silk all over Peng Yuan's body, he pulled out countless flying knives that flickered with cold light, and shot towards Wu Hongyu in unison.

on the terrace.

Luo Qingyuan said to Pang Yue: "Thousand Machine Sect is good at the technique of making puppets, and there are many methods. When the disciples of this sect fight, there are thousands of changes, which makes it hard to guard against."

Pang Yue nodded, and said with a smile: "Every school of martial arts in the world really has its own merits, and this is an eye-opener."

While the two were talking, the two Taishang also fought fiercely together.

Wu Haoyu was surrounded by lightning and light, just like a god of thunder descending into the world, with every movement of his hands, the light of lightning fell down.

Peng Yuan manipulated the flying blade through Baisi from a distance, changing unpredictablely, sometimes shooting from the front, sometimes detouring behind Wu Hongyu, and sometimes appearing under Wu Hongyu...

Wu Hongyu swayed Thunder and blocked them one by one.

All of a sudden, those flying blades merged together suddenly, turning into a lifelike dragon with icy blades, and rushed towards Wu Hongyu.

Wu Hongyu let out a low cry, and punched out, and a majestic and tall thunder shadow appeared behind him.

In an instant, the magic power on his body soared several times, and a ball of dazzling thunder light condensed from the fist light, which was heavily printed on the blade dragon!
boom!
After a loud bang, thunder light spread across Yujing Terrace like flowing water.

Peng Yuan flew back, his clothes were scorched black, those white silks had long since disappeared.

"Fellow Daoist is brilliant, Peng admires him!"

Peng Yuan said a word, his body was pulled and swayed, as if being pulled by an invisible rope, and he returned to Yingxian Mountain in an instant.

Everyone knows that this is just a trial at the beginning!

Wu Haoyu stood proudly on the Yujing Terrace, looked at Yingxian Mountain and said, "Which fellow Taoist is coming up?"

sound off.

A ray of water diffused out, and the mighty tidal sound came from the void.

I saw a person wearing a water-blue Taoist uniform, stepping on the water, walking out from Yingxian Mountain.

"Unexpectedly, Fellow Daoist Wu has already cultivated into the Thunder God of the Twelve Immortals. Zhou is very happy to see Lie Xin, and wants to learn a thing or two."

Such grand gatherings in the Golden Core Hall are a good time for disciples of various schools to show off and compete for fame.

If he can become famous in one fell swoop, he will definitely be valued by the elders and aristocratic families after returning to the sect, and he will be favored by cultivation resources.

Wu Hongyu also laughed and said: "I have heard that the Tianhai Sect is powerful and invincible at the same level. Today, I want to see the quality of the fellow Taoists!"

The two shot almost at the same time!
On Wu Hongyu's side, thunder and light all over the sky intertwined into a heavy punch, which pierced through the air.

The monk surnamed Zhou of Tianhaizong waved his hands and released the brilliance of the water curtain all over the sky, and greeted him with the rumbling sound of the tide.

The cultivators of the Tianhai Sect are the least afraid of wasting mana when fighting with others, and they are also the most powerful.

Back then in the Ice Territory of Absolute Heaven, Yan Qichang forcibly used his own mana to barely block Hong Zhe's first-order magic weapon, the Samadhi God Fan!

At this moment, the two made a move, and tested Wu Hongyu's true strength.

Two majestic thunder gods appeared behind him, the thunder light all over his body seemed to be real, his mana was boosted again, and the majestic and powerful spiritual pressure on his body made some ordinary Daoist monks on Yingxian mountain startled.

The Wu family of Xingcang was determined to win the Zihuang sword, and the disciples they sent to guard the ring were indeed extraordinary.

On the Yujing platform, the real light and the thunder light fighting in the sky, the sound of thunder rolling, and the sound of the tide are mighty.

Let the originally bright and clear sky be eclipsed.

On the side of the Luo family, Luo Qingyuan glanced at the disciples of the Luo family, and said, "You don't need to go up for a while... No matter who wins or loses between these two people, you are no longer able to deal with them."

Pang Yue nodded and said, "According to the four realms of heaven, earth, and yellow for Daoist monks, these two people on the stage are basically at the upper level of the realm, no worse than the true disciples of our Demon Talisman Sect."

Luo Qingyuan asked: "Will you come up later?"

Pang Yue said: "Don't worry, let's see if there are other experts."

Luo Qingyuan smiled: "A second-order magic weapon will probably attract many heavenly masters to compete for it."

"Let's go with fate, my magic talisman avatar, after all, the methods are not as fierce as the real one, let's see the situation later."

Pang Yue laughed.

He was playing with an octagonal square mirror in his hand, while watching the battle, he secretly figured out that the pointing objects he had just learned were treasured songs.

This secret method has a total of 24 upside-down sentences, which can turn ordinary spiritual treasures into magic weapons.

The higher the mana of the monk, the higher the grade of the attuned magic weapon.

But after all, this method is not the original supernatural power of that Buddhist sect, and at the highest level, it can be enlightened to a middle-grade magic weapon.

After Pang Yue comprehended this verse through the Infinity Stele, he couldn't help but lightly tapped the newly refined Dingxuan Mirror three times.

The Dingxuan mirror shook three times in a row, and a mysterious and profound wave dispersed faintly.

Pang Yue was surprised that in the Dingxuan mirror, there were three more restrictions out of thin air in an instant!

Become a middle-grade magic weapon!
Who would have expected that these three light strokes would save him a year of hard work, or even longer!

Pang Yue couldn't help poking at the Dingxuan mirror again, but saw that the Dingxuan mirror was as quiet as usual, and there was no more movement.

"It's really tasteless!"

Pang Yue couldn't help sighing.

It is a pity that such a heaven-defying supernatural power can only manifest a trace of magic.

He couldn't help but have an infinite yearning for the original Buddhist supernatural powers.

However, the Dingxuan mirror has reached the rank of a middle-grade magic weapon, and it can still exert a little or two of its power.

He put away the Dingxuan Mirror and looked towards the Yujing Terrace, but the two above had already decided the winner.

Behind Wu Hongyu, the third Thunder God of the Immortal City emerged, and the mana of the monstrous thunderbolt was not inferior to that of the monks of Tianhaizong.

Pang Yue found that in this kind of fighting under the watchful eyes of the public, most of the two sides stopped at the point, and had no intention of harming the opponent.

After the Tianhaizong monk went down, another Buddhist monk came up.

But it is one of the nine sects in the East China Sea, the monk of King Kong Temple.

The monk was wearing a coarse kudzu robe and wearing straw sandals. With one step, he came to the Yujing Terrace.

A sense of King Kong being immortal and as heavy as a mountain also slowly emerged from him.

When everyone saw it, they knew that this monk must be the true biography of King Kong Temple!
Only by practicing the King Kong Ming Jue can one have such aura.

(End of this chapter)