Big Devil: Starting from refining flying zombies

Chapter 50
Facing the sudden magic weapon attack.

A cold look flashed in Liang Xiao's eyes, he stepped on ghost shadow steps, a golden light flashed, and his body moved several feet away.

The corpse net fell into the air and covered the ground, corroding the stone slab with strange green traces in an instant.

"Heh, you kid has a good escapism technique, ghost shadow step? Why are you using it in gold!"

Hua Song frowned, pushed Yan Xiaodie away from his arms, looked more cautious, raised his hand to recall the corpse net, and held it in the palm of his hand to play with.

Although he didn't take it seriously just now, the magic weapon he released was not something that ordinary preparatory disciples could avoid.

"What kind of exercise did you transfer to, why don't you take it out and give it to your senior brother for details?"

Unexpectedly, the observation ability of this toad face is not bad, and he can see at a glance that the nature of the magic power of Liang Xiao's ghost shadow step is not the blood nightmare skill, but some kind of purer magic power.

The quality of the mana is high or low, which reflects the high level of the cultivation method behind it.

The general rule of the Mozong is that the one with the bigger fist is the uncle.

What I like, what I don't have, as long as I want it, I will grab it directly.

Like Qiu Ling, the former blood-eyed law enforcement disciple, who is willing to make good friends with potential disciples, it is a minority.

Liang Xiao smiled lightly, from the attack just now, he already knew that the invincible outer sect brother in front of him is actually only at the fifth level of qi training, and he still can't catch up with him.

Most of them were the disciples of the Little Ghost Hall who had just been promoted to the outer sect last year, or the year before last.

In a place like Wanmo Nest, the effect of pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger is not good. There will be countless people willing to come and step on it, but they will not be able to practice normally.

Therefore, showing weakness to the enemy is the way to death.

"Forget it, since you've returned to the sect, if you don't reveal your means, wouldn't you be walking in the night in brocade clothes? What a coincidence that you came!"

Liang Xiao was speechless, while pondering in his heart, the palms and elbows of both hands began to be entangled with golden threads.

"It seems that you are toasting and refusing to eat, and you are punished for drinking!"

Hua Song narrowed his eyes, and the body-binding net in his hand became bigger and smaller under the stimulation of mana. He took two steps around, carefully looking for the loopholes in Liang Xiao's figure, and it was about to be aroused at any time.

The vision on the former's hands obviously inspired some kind of special magic, and he had never seen this kind of magic on other disciples of Wanmoku.

This made Hua Song a little apprehensive. Although he said the cruel words, he refused to release the magic weapon in his hand.

Liang Xiao had enough time to stop at the same spot, and glanced at Yan Xiaodie's flickering face, feeling very interesting.

After thinking for a short time, he also understood why Yan Xiaodie wanted to get close to this big man with a toad face on the fifth level of Qi training.

"Is it to borrow a magic weapon, at the expense of appearance? Hmph, it's not surprising. In the face of reality, the criteria for selecting a Taoist companion are obviously not that strict!"

The three-year competition in the Little Ghost Hall is approaching, and everyone, no matter how confused they were before, may have passed through various channels at this critical juncture.

Knowing what kind of miserable end will happen if you fail to pass the competition.

In order to improve their strength as much as possible, this group of ants on the hot pot will do everything possible to improve their combat power, even if it is temporary combat power.

The magic weapon is one of the obvious increase, and the Grand Competition of the Little Ghost Palace, I am afraid that it will not restrict the use of this borrowed magic weapon.

Here, the result is everything, as for the process, as for fairness, it doesn't matter at all.

In fact, it was just as Liang Xiao had guessed, during the six months he had been down the mountain.

In order to win the Grand Competition of the Little Ghost Hall, some preparatory disciples had already put their all into it.

Whether it's selling her beauty to a stronger outer disciple in exchange for support, or she has no dignity and is degraded miserably as a magic partner.

In short, worms have their way, and rats have their way.

In the past six months, the strength of some of the preparatory disciples has undergone great changes.

Anyone who has a connection, at least before the Dabi comes, can have a fake spiritual weapon by his side.

If Liang Xiao didn't have the opportunity after going down the mountain, with the meager resources on the mountain, even if he had a great success in Ghost Shadow Walking, I'm afraid it would be nothing.

Most of them still have to sell many of their own interests under the pressure of the situation.

And when Yan Xiaodie heard that Liang Xiao might have a high-level transfer technique, her eyes lit up, her face flashed fiercely, and she said to the toad-faced man:

"Senior Brother Hua Song, this boy heard about it half a year ago, but he has just broken through the third level of Qi training, and he has the qualifications of the four spiritual roots, so there is nothing to worry about!"

"I think his skills and spells are all obtained from this trip down the mountain. Although he is a bit lucky, he has no background, so don't miss it!"

When Toadface heard Yan Xiaodie revealed that the latter's heels were thin, his eyes widened immediately, and the fear in his heart had long since been thrown away.

The third level of Qi training half a year ago was still the four spiritual roots, but now it is the peak of the third level of Qi training.

"I was almost tricked by your brat pretending to pass!"

Hua Song gave a strange laugh, threw the corpse net violently, then stomped his feet, clawed his hands, and charged towards Liang Xiao with a dark air.

If he doesn't move his hands, he will try his best, and his steps will change strangely, and black shadows will appear, which are actually ghost steps that are close to Dacheng!
"Enough said?"

Liang Xiao smiled coldly, his eyes flicked across the faces of Hua Song and Yan Xiaodie one after another, using the pure magic power of the sixth level of Qi training, he activated the Tianyang Town Demon Hand with both hands.

On a pair of arms, the golden mana is almost condensed into a layer of real soft armor.

I saw him raising his hand to grab it, the mana in his hand vibrated, and he used his ingenuity to catch the edge of the flying corpse net, rotated it twice, and then pulled it in his hand.

The most dreadful layer of corpse poison on it was firmly blocked by the magic power of the Golden Crow's Sun Refining Art.

"It's just a fake spiritual weapon, and it's the worst thing among fake spiritual weapons. Is it worth showing off like this?"

Under Hua Song's shocked gaze, Liang Xiao exploded with mana, grabbed the corpse net with one hand, and slapped the latter hard on the head and face.

ah!!!

As if it had been stamped with a branding iron, Hua Song's already ugly face was marked with traces of corpse poison corrosion.

While screaming, his fingertips exploded with anger, tearing fiercely towards Liang Xiao's chest and abdomen!

Bug carving tricks!

Liang Xiao came first, his pair of big golden hands were like pouring gold and iron.

Unceremoniously slapped on the Yin Demon's claws, only a few clicks were heard, and several of Hua Song's fingers were already broken, and they were twisted sideways.

"Six levels of Qi training!"

Hua Song's face was already full of fear, he moved his feet, urged the ghost step, flashed three to five zhang away, and was about to flee and retreat.

But Liang Xiao's ghost shadow step is even more proficient than him, and he has completely accomplished it.

On the martial arts arena, one gold and one black, two figures urged ghost shadow steps one after another.

However, the black shadow was always immediately overtaken by the golden figure, like an inescapable nightmare.

boom!
In the end, like a golden flash, Liang Xiao stepped on Hua Song's chest with the force of the wind, and kicked him flying.

After breaking all three wooden stakes used for performing martial arts, Hua Song just limp on the ground like a dead dog.

Layers of blood were still spitting out of his mouth, his hands and feet were abnormally twisted, and he completely lost the power to resist.

In this fight, it turned out that a preparatory disciple in gray robes defeated an outer disciple in black robes who possessed a magic weapon!

In the martial arts arena, dozens of outer disciples of all kinds witnessed this scene.

Liang Xiao's brows and eyes were cold, and the golden magic power around him slowly dissipated, like a general taking off his armor, with a cold aura that people dare not look at.

(End of this chapter)