magic door player

Chapter 57
Brother Zhou looked at the blood-colored light wheel behind Pang Yue and dozens of figures in it, especially after seeing the monk surnamed Chen of Zhenyang Sect, his eyes suddenly became colder.

He suddenly stopped a hundred feet away from Pang Yue, standing in the void.

"Hand over Ice Soul Snow Lotus and Taiyin True Fire, and keep your whole body!"

The monk in front of him was full of magic, and he looked like the scum of the magic sect who had practiced magic skills.

If it weren't for the concern that he would damage the holy ice snow lotus...

However, Zhou Wuchou didn't care about the mere Daoji fifth stage cultivation base.

If you can get the Holy Grade Ice Soul Snow Lotus in front of you, and the kindling seed of the Taiyin True Fire.

In the future, Daoji Consummation is expected to be realized within ten years.

It will also lay a solid foundation for advanced Jindan realm!

Pang Yue looked at this person, his eyes moved, and asked, "From the Zhenyang Sect?"

The real fire of Taiyin in his body was swaying, and he sensed that there was also a breath of real fire in the opponent's body.

I just don't know which one of the seven true fires?
Zhou Wuchou snorted, waved his big hand, and saw a mass of crimson flying fire flying out, bursting into the sky suddenly.

Pang Yue turned his head slightly to one side, and saw a streak of burning smoke passing by his ear!

The terrifying scorching flame contained in the flying smoke made Pang Yue's body protection aura unable to hold on even for a moment.

The "Da Ri Zhen Huo Jue" of the Zhen Yang Sect is a powerful method, which is not under the "Secret Code of Chaos and Mysterious Magic Talismans" of the Mo Fu Sect.

After the flying smoke went out, a bright neon light came out from the tail, it was extremely gorgeous, circled in the air, and flew again.

Pang Yue's expression remained unchanged, and with a flick of his fingers, the Flame Demon Slashing Immortal Sword turned into a red and white Changhong, and in a flash, it cut on the flying smoke, entangled with it in the air.

Ding!
The smoke from the flying smoke dissipated quite a bit, but there was a flying arrow five inches long, dark purple and shining all over, but a burning red fire was burning at the tail, and the smoke shot out and made a whistling sound.

It is also a top-quality magic weapon!
Pang Yue's eyes fell on the red fire at the tail of the flying arrow, and a sense of familiarity flashed in his heart.

He has seen all the seven real fires in the world in the Yanmo Palace.

He immediately recognized the origin of the flame in front of him.

Dry flames are real fire.

The fire of the sun!

at this time.

Another flying arrow flew silently from behind him.

Pang Yue's spiritual consciousness enveloped the surroundings, and his heart sword was bright, so how could he not know.

He smiled slightly, and a red gold talisman sword floated up, blocking the flying arrow.

The red gold talisman sword has also been refined by him to the fourth turn level, and it is blessed with the real fire of the Taiyin, which is comparable to the top-grade magic weapon.

Zhou Wuchou showed a hint of surprise on his face, and the coldness in his eyes was even worse.

Suddenly there were streaks of bright lights in the sky, and Pang Yue appeared in all directions, front, back, left, and right, and more than a dozen flying arrows quietly appeared, with billowing smoke and neon, erratic and murderous.

Pang Yue counted out at a glance, exactly nineteen flying arrows!

All of them are top-quality instruments.

All of them practiced dry flames and real fires.

Zhou Wuchou didn't leave any ink marks, and pointed directly, these flying fire and smoke arrows flew out suddenly, and they all shot towards Pang Yue.

The flying arrow flew all the way, piercing through the air and screaming extremely piercingly, and thick smoke billowed out from behind, the momentum was astonishing.

"Fellow Daoist should be the true biography of Zhenyang Sect!"

Pang Yue laughed loudly, and released the remaining seventeen red gold talisman swords, each of which evolved into a three-foot Changhong, and fought with these flying arrows.

As he guessed, ordinary monks don't have such wealth, and they can refine nineteen identical top-grade magic weapons in one go.

Ordinary Daoist cultivators can be proud of owning a top-grade magic weapon.

Zhou Wuchou's fireworks and flying arrows are extremely powerful, but they are not agile enough, far inferior to the flying swords in the state of mind sword clarity.

But Zhou Wuchou's powerful mana was much better than Pang Yue's.

In this way, Pang Yue's Flame Demon Slashing Immortal Sword and Eighteen Scarlet Gold Talisman Swords are comparable to it.

Seeing Pang Yue's relaxed expression, Zhou Wuchou became cautious.

The underestimation in my heart was reduced by more than half.

He has never met anyone who can catch his nineteen dry flame flying smoke arrows at the fifth level of Daoji since his debut.

Zhou Wuchou sneered coldly, stretched out his hand to grab it, and took a Fang Tian painted halberd in his hand, then stamped his foot, stepping on the void, as if stepping on the extremely hard ground.

boom!
The void exploded.

Zhou Wuchou turned into a flash of light and rushed towards Pang Yue!

Around the two of them, fireworks and flying arrows intertwined and collided with red gold talisman swords, fighting endlessly.

Inside, it is a close fight to the death.

"Fellow Daoist is looking for death, so don't blame me for being rude!"

Pang Yue flickered and disappeared without a trace.

Zhou Wuchou's complexion changed, and his consciousness swept the front dozens of times with the flick of his fingers, all of which found Pang Yue's trace.

Suddenly.

He suddenly felt something different in front of him.

Fang Tian's painted halberd in his hand swept across, but it was empty with one blow.

next moment.

An invisible sword light appeared in front of his face.

Zhou Wuchou turned pale with shock, although he couldn't see the unparalleled sharp sword light clearly, but he really felt it!

The sword light flashed suddenly, circled around his neck, and then quietly went away.

Zhou Wuchou planted the leader of the Six Suns and fell down.

not far away.

Pang Yue appeared.

In the blood-colored light wheel behind him, another figure was added.

He waved away the arrows filled with dry flames and Zhou Wuchou's corpse, and picked the holy grade ice lotus.

Just as he was about to leave, the blood-colored light wheel behind him shook slightly, and three figures appeared at the same time.

Pang Yue: "..."

He took out a Tianchen Pill without a word, sat cross-legged and recovered.

The repeated fights just now really consumed a lot of mana.

……

The third cave.

A man with a livid face stood in front of the entrance of the cave, and said coldly, "Stay here for me. Anyone who comes out will be shot!"

Behind him, nine disciples wearing the robes of Tianhaizong monks took orders in unison.

Just before the two sticks of incense.

Three monks of Tianhaizong encountered accidents because of picking snow lotus.

He also watched the three junior brothers helplessly with all his fellow disciples, their mana and soul were burned alive by the strange flame...

The man threw a roll of formation diagrams to the nine fellow disciples behind him, and he turned into a ray of light and flew into the cave.

at the same time.

surface.

A group of five people appeared at the crack.

One of them is imposing and handsome, and it is Meng Zitao from the Fengmo Palace of the Demon Talisman Sect.

At this moment, the five people looked at the crack and felt the amazing aura emanating from the inside, all of them were very moved.

The leader is the true biography of Fengmodian leading the team this time, Hong Xing!
Hong Zhe looked over 60 years old, dressed in a blue robe, with a fairy-like demeanor, an elegant temperament, and his mana had reached the perfection of the Dao Foundation, and he exuded a round and unimpeded aura.

Meng Zitao said: "Brother Hong, there are still some days before the three-day period, why don't you go in and have a look?"

Hong Xi stroked his beard, sensed the surroundings, and said, "It seems that several waves of people have already entered... How about we wait for them to fight to the death, and then go down and enjoy the benefits of the fisherman."

Meng Zitao shook his head, disapproving: "What if there are other exits, aren't we waiting in vain?"

"Besides, we have already gathered five people, and with Senior Brother Hong and you here, even if we meet a heaven-level opponent, we will not have the strength to fight!"

As he spoke, he shook the feather fan in his hand.

Hong Xi glanced at the feather fan, and said with a leisurely smile, "If Junior Brother Meng can lend me the Fan of Samadhi, Hong will not be afraid of anyone in this secret realm."

Meng Zitao was overjoyed, handed over the feather fan, and said, "Just wait for Senior Brother Hong's words!"

As a great true biography of Daoji Consummation, it could have been rated as the prefecture level in the four levels of Daoji.

If you add a first-level magic weapon, that side will steadily enter the heavenly level, and become that small group of people who are invincible under the golden core.

Hong Xing took the Samadhi fan, and a hint of greed flashed in his eyes.

This feather fan is a magical treasure personally refined by the Elder Jindan of the Fengmo Palace. It contains the divine wind of samadhi, and its power is comparable to that of Jindan.

"Before I go in, I should set up a formation here..."

The five of them discussed and arranged a set of insidious formations familiarly, and then Shi Shiran entered the burrow.

(End of this chapter)