Mortals live forever, the story of Destiny Taoist Li Feiyu

Chapter 125: Invite the fairy to drill the cannon, and invite the young master to enter the cauldron

The demonic monks finally understood that the current Hidden Moon Shenzhou had turned into a Hidden Moon Battleship.

Except for three pieces of sapphire with a moon-covering pattern, the more than ten-foot-long hull is covered with perforations from two kinds of spiritual weapons.

What just stretched out was a second-class spiritual weapon that had never appeared before. Each luminous column was equivalent to an intermediate-level mid-level spell.

"Zi...chi!"

"Puff puff!"

The light beams of the second-class spiritual weapons are more violent. The light beams of five colors compress a large amount of mana and shoot out from one direction.

A fiery red beam of second-class spiritual machinery penetrated the chests of two mid-stage foundation-building monks in succession!

These monks were penetrated by spiritual powers of various attributes, and died before their blood even had time to flow out.

At this moment, dozens of foundation-building monks approaching the battleship were killed immediately!

The remaining more than a hundred demonic monks showed fear and formed defensive formations in twos and threes.

"Bang bang bang!"

The demonic monks who had formed a defensive formation retreated after being hit. Finally, in a group of five, they finally withstood the light beam attack of the second-class spiritual weapon.

After they stabilized their bodies, they began to use various magical weapons to attack the Four Elephants Xuanjia Formation together.

Of the nearly 300 demonic foundation-building monks, only half of them were left under the volleys of two kinds of spiritual weapons.

Fairy Nishang was amazed, "Junior Sister Nangong, I didn't quite believe what Old Chen said before.

Now it seems that this second-class spiritual weapon cannon is indeed very powerful, and a monk in the middle stage of foundation building will not survive if he is shot. "

Nangong Wan said calmly, "There is some ability. Now our ship is full of spirit stones. If we take some of them out, they will be exhausted."

Fairy Nishang said, "Well, these Chen brothers do have some abilities!"

The Four-Elephant Mysterious Armor Formation can be provided with mana by the disciples within the formation, and the monks of the Hidden Moon Sect have also poured mana into the formation.

Lian Feihua looked at Wang Chan who was gritting his teeth and said, "Young Master Wang, you saw it.

It's not that I'm too reckless, it's just that we were unlucky.

Last time I went there, I bumped into the big formation in the Spiritual Weapon Valley. This time, you bumped into the second-class spiritual weapon again.

This new thing appears on the battlefield for the first time, and whoever encounters it will be defeated! "

Wang Chan sneered, "Our white shadow ghost spirit, evil ghost feather spirit, and lion-headed eagle and leopard are all on the battlefield for the first time.

Why are we the ones who suffer! "

Lian Feihua curled her lips, she also wanted to know the answer to this question.

"Forget it, Young Master Wang, I don't want this battleship and spiritual stone."

Wang Chan gritted his teeth and said angrily, "Then, destroy it!

Qingyang Demonic Fire is ready!

All Danjie elders, prepare to break the formation and massacre! "

After the order was issued, the twelve demon flame monks began to divide into three groups, took out the Golden Crow Lieyang Flag, and began to condense the Qingyang Demon Fire.

Wang Chan and Lian Feihua each left a Danjie guard behind them, and the other five Danjie monks flew to the front of the formation and began to attack the formation.

Fairy Nishang saw the gathering masses of Qingyang Demonic Fire and immediately asked, "Mr. Chen, can the Shenzhou Formation be able to withstand the Qingyang Demonic Fire?"

Chen Qiaotian said with a troubled expression, "I'm afraid it won't work. The power of Qingyang Demonic Fire is comparable to that of a pill-forming monk."

Fairy Nishang asked again, "We can't even rush out to stop the Qingyang Demonic Fire. The enemy's pill-forming monks have already intercepted it outside the formation.

What should happen now? "

Chen Qiao also looked at Li Feiyu and asked, "Junior Brother Li, what do you think?"

Li Feiyu said, "It's not like we don't have the power of pill-forming monks to emit from a long distance."

Nishang said, "Are those two unopened giant spirit cannons that Fellow Daoist Chen said can only be used in critical moments?

But now, we can also speed up and escape, and it is not a critical moment. "

Li Feiyu smiled and said, "Uncle Chen said that because he was afraid that you would waste spiritual stones.

Two fairies, come with me and have a look! Please ask Brother Chen to watch from the deck. "

Li Feiyu, Nishang, and Nangong Wan came to the cabin. A giant object covered by a wooden box was placed in the cabin.

Time was running out, Li Feiyu quickly unlocked the mechanism, revealing a dragon-headed spiritual cannon, and then he used his spiritual consciousness to notify the battleship to turn the rudder.

A piece of moon-covering jade on the battleship's body automatically retracted in, and the barrel of the giant cannon stretched out from there.

Li Feiyu said, "This is a third-class spiritual weapon in the experimental stage, also called a giant spiritual cannon.

The core is made from thousand-year-old iron wood, which is comparable to the two magic weapons.

This statue has ten middle-grade fire-type spiritual stones placed in it in advance, and must be activated by an elixir-forming monk.

So, please let Fairy Nangong do the hard work! "

It took some time for the demonic fire to condense, but Li Feiyu spoke solemnly and very quickly.

Nangong Wan didn't dare to neglect. As soon as she put her hand on the operating spirit board, she suddenly felt that something was wrong with Li Feiyu's words.

"What the fuck?"

After she finished speaking, Nangong Wan realized that Li Feiyu was looking at her with a half-smile.

"Fairy Bingxue is smart and has a beautiful heart. She understands everything she says. Well done!"

With Fairy Nishang still standing by, Nangong Wan killed Li Feiyu a hundred and eight thousand times in her heart, and then fired the first shot.　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　icular

As soon as it was released, the entire battleship shook obviously.

A four-foot-diameter fiery red light beam, filled with intense fire spiritual power, shot out, directly breaking up the condensed Qingyang Demonic Fire.

The three demon flame monks were vaporized alive, and the huge lion-headed eagle and leopard was also punched through the spine, with a big hole in its back.

The lion-headed eagle and leopard howled and fell to the ground. Wang Chan and Lian Feihua narrowly escaped death, their faces turning pale.

The shot just now grazed the back of Wang Chan's butt, scaring him into a cold sweat.

He screamed and roared, "Damn! What is this!"

At this moment, Li Feiyu also opened the giant spirit cannon on the other side and said politely to Ni Chang, "Thank you, Fairy!"

Nangong Wan was so angry that she was helpful to others, but she was always willing to fuck with herself!

So disrespectful!

Li Feiyu looked out from the crystal ball in the cabin, "This shot is so accurate and fierce that the Qingyang Demonic Fire cannot be gathered.

Fairy Nangong, how about this shot? "

Nangong Wan's face was calm, and she continued to aim at a pill-forming monk who was running around, and fired another shot.

Then he clapped his hands and said softly, "Your cannon is just so-so..."

Finally taking revenge, Fairy Nangong's thoughts came to light in an instant.

Li Feiyu only had a regretful expression after hearing this, "It's a pity, I still have too few experiences."

Seeing that Nangong Wan's eyes could almost kill Li Feiyu, he pretended not to see it and turned to check the situation outside.

"These pill-forming monks are getting angry, and large swaths of black mist and skulls are coming!

This is to break the battleship's formation. It is not easy to repair the battleship's formation if it is damaged.

Two fairies, if you work harder and injure two more Dan-Jie cultivators, we will directly open the formation and engage in battle! "

Li Feiyu sent a message to Chen Qiaotian with his spiritual consciousness, and continued to attack the foundation-building monks with second-level spiritual weapons.

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

After two loud noises, Nangong Wan crossed her waist and said proudly, "Hmph, another Danjing monk from the Demon Flame Sect was injured!"

Fairy Nishang had a strange look on her face, "I also injured someone, but...it seems that Lian Feihua was also injured by me!"

Nangong Wan said, "That young master of the Demon Flame Sect, it's good to have him injured!"

Fairy Nishang said, "Most of my head was blown off, I don't know if I can survive.

This woman has poor ability and poor eyesight, and she just hits the muzzle of the cannon! "

Li Feiyu also saw the situation at the outer door and immediately ran outside.

Nangong Wan said anxiously, "Li Feiyu! What are you going to do?"

Li Feiyu was already on the deck, "Thank you two fairies, Lian Feihua has what I want!"

After Li Feiyu left, Fairy Nishang said, "Wan'er, this person knows as much as Chen Qiaotian.

It's better to lure him to the door and lock it, and avoid being manipulated by the Spiritual Weapon Valley. "

Nangong Wan said, "That's exactly what I meant, but I can't let him run away."

Fairy Nishang said again, "Let's go out, the enemy is too close and the giant spirit cannon can't hit it.

Do you think there will be trouble if Lian Feihua dies in our hands? "

Nangong Wan corrected her, "Senior sister, although Lian Feihua died in... your hands, this is a battlefield, who cares so much?"

The formation on the deck has been opened, and the six Danjie monks from the Hidden Moon Sect took action together, and the scene was not bad.

The demonic alchemy monks had been beaten coldly before, but they did not have an advantage in numbers.

Li Feiyu saw two demon flame monks holding Lian Feihua's body, and four others were still condensing the Qingyang demon fire.

He offered up a light blue mirror, and the surface of the mirror fluctuated like water.

"Fog dew glazed mirror, Guishui basalt power!"

The two demon flame monks reflected in the mirror were motionless, and a huge Xuanwu phase emerged from the mirror.

Xuanwu spurted blue water from his mouth, knocking the demon flame monks to pieces, and the condensed demon fire was also extinguished.

Moreover, those demon flame monks discovered that their Golden Crow Flame Flag had no spiritual power and was completely destroyed by Guishui!

The two monks holding Lian Feihua's body had been immobilized by the Lu Liuli Mirror and were trying to break free.

Li Feiyu used the Zixiao Golden Sword, and with a few clicks, he harvested the heads of all the Demon Flame monks.

These demonic flame monks specialize in Qingyang Demonic Fire and have almost no other magical powers, so they are defenseless.

Li Feiyu took out the sacred wood soul refining cauldron, collected Lian Feihua's soul, and took her storage bag.

"Please have mercy on the young master and enter the cauldron!"

(End of this chapter)