fairy flame

Seeing this, the cyan Nascent Soul's face flashed with joy, and without hesitation, he immediately picked up all kinds of treasures in front of him and aimed them at the place where the big black hand disappeared, and then disappeared without a trace in an instant. (_)

And after the extremely sharp black light wheel hit a crack on the giant hand in front, it, together with the bead relics restored by the big golden hand, turned into a stream of light and followed the cyan Nascent Soul, and the two were inseparable in the blink of an eye. Get up without a trace.

"Ancestral Treasure of the Desolation? Hey! No! This is it!"

Just when the cyan Nascent Soul appeared by chance from a distance of more than ten feet away, the cold and abnormal voice of the second daughter immediately came from the top of Luo Yu's head, which seemed to have an effect on the power of that weird black fan treasure. Very unexpected.

But at this moment, the blue-colored Nascent Soul who had just escaped had no intention of explaining the doubtful words of the second girl. After gritting his teeth, the blue light all over his body seemed to be about to use his magical powers to leave here.

The bearded old monk has gone through hundreds of years of training and suffering, and after all kinds of hardships, he has a lifespan of more than a thousand years in the Nascent Soul Stage. Naturally, he puts his own life first.

"Want to leave? Leave that treasure first!"

To Luo Yu's surprise, hearing the frightened and angry voice, it seemed that the second daughter was very concerned about the black fan treasure at the moment, and there was a hint of disbelief in the urgent voice!

However, at this moment, the tribal shaman is not interested in the hardness of this black fan treasure, even the power of cutting space is not afraid, but it smells a familiar smell on this treasure!

As soon as the cyan Nascent Soul heard the words of the other party wanting to seize the treasure, his complexion changed slightly, but Duan Guang didn't hesitate at all, and rushed forward in the same direction.

"Hmph! Black Tomb Curse!"

As soon as the cold sound of the secret spell came out, the lips of the two daughters on the head of the black monster trembled at the same time, and a large piece of dark gray light suddenly appeared above the head of the cyan Nascent Soul, and after being densely packed for a while, unexpectedly It turned into a dark gray translucent monument!

As a result, the figure of the cyan Nascent Infant Feidun was immediately exposed under the gray light of the dark gray giant monument, as if he could no longer slip into the void for a short time, and he remained motionless as if someone had cast a spell on him. He stopped in mid-air, but at this moment Luo Yu found that the green Nascent Soul's eyes seemed to be horrified.

At the same time, as soon as the cyan Nascent Soul appeared, the side of the dark gray monument facing the cyan Nascent Soul suddenly splashed with ripples of water, and then the dark gray light swayed for a few times, and immediately became clear again. When mirrored, a gray shadow exactly the same as the cyan Nascent Soul was reflected on one side of the translucent monument!

But at this moment, the gray shadow of the Nascent Soul seems to be trapped in the giant monument, and the whole body is covered with layers of cocoon-like gray light threads. Even when the "Grey Shadow of the Nascent Soul" is struggling , still slowly cutting into the epidermis of the Nascent Soul Reflection, as if it was about to split the whole body of this 'National Soul Reflection', it looked extremely terrifying.

And what's even weirder!

The inside of the dark gray monument is obviously just a shadow, but the pain suffered by this reflection seems to have been transferred to the cyan Nascent Soul below, causing the cyan light all over his body to dissipate and collapse in an instant, and his small face is even more revealing. Looked out of breath.

However, the cyan Nascent Soul was unwilling to just sit there and wait for death. With a quick thought, the golden light of the relic and the iron-like black fan both shot up, heading straight for the huge dark gray monument that was constantly rotating above the head!

But unexpectedly, the dark gray monument only released circles of gray light waves to block the golden relic, and became entangled with the golden Buddha light it released, but ignored the other black fan treasure.

It's just that Luo Yu guessed in his heart that after seeing the sharpness of the black fan treasure, the extremely powerful Wu Zun would never turn a blind eye to it.

Sure enough, just when the cyan Nascent Soul controlled the black fan and shot it roaringly, trying to break through the dark gray monument, suddenly there was a muffled thunder rumbled from nowhere, and a lightning-like red horse fell from the sky, just in time Blocked in front of the black fan treasure!

A strange scene happened!

Originally, the black fan treasure, which could be easily torn apart by the black light of space, seemed limp and powerless on the red chain, as if stuck in the mud, scurrying up like a headless fly.

However, the reaction of the red horse chain was unexpectedly fast, and after only a short contact with the black fan treasure, it completely released the opponent's strength and wrapped it around it very quickly, and then retracted again in a flash!

And the place where the black fan treasure originally appeared has become empty!

The treasure of the bearded old monk was taken away in one go.

"Ah You!"

Not far away, the cyan Nascent Soul who was waiting for this treasure to save his life suddenly lost the connection with the black fan treasure, and his face showed an expression of extreme shock and anger, but he had no time to think about the origin of the red horse, and was immediately helpless In the dying of the gray reflection, the cyan Nascent Soul finally felt the feeling of lethargy welling up in his heart.

"Impossible! How could this kind of treasure appear in this barren land? This thing turned out to be a fragment of our family's 'Wutian Brake Tool', which was never owned by the deity even when he was at his peak. device' ah!"

Just when the cyan Nascent Soul's face became more and more critical, there was a shrieking sound from the sky, and the seductive woman above the giant beast's head was holding the black fan treasure that had disappeared, and her mouth was full of unbelievable taste.

But at this time, the originally vulgar black fan treasure, under the stimulation of the seductive woman's hands, its surface distorted and changed, and gradually receded from the rough appearance, revealing its true appearance.

Within a short time, under the entanglement of dark gray threads of light, the originally bare black fan was expanding and shrinking and finally turned into a mostly incomplete black flywheel, with all kinds of ancient beasts and sacrificial runes all over the surface. Waiting, spinning around the seductive woman by itself, exuding bursts of extremely ancient breath, which looks extremely mysterious.

When the seductive woman saw those weird patterns, she seemed to be lost in it and couldn't extricate herself, while the beautiful woman on the other side also had a thoughtful twinkle in her eyes.

However, Luo Yu below has already heard the incomprehensible words such as "Honghuang Zubao" and "Wutian Brake" as wind in his ears. He only feels that he and the other party are not in the same world of cultivating immortals at all. It seems that some of the words are incomprehensible.

It's just that Luo Yu knows one thing in his heart, the cyan Nascent Soul will not be able to support it at this moment!

In fact, Luo Yu has long been impressed by the survival ability of monks in the Nascent Soul stage just because the lonely body of the Nascent Soul can last for such a long time.

At this moment, the beautiful woman on top of the black giant beast's head suddenly twitched her brows, and cast her eyes on the southern skyline. Surprise flashed in her eyes, but a contemptuous smile appeared on the corner of her mouth immediately.

"Asura Staff! It turns out to be this treasure. No wonder you, an old bald donkey, can use the power of Buddha to activate your own 'Wutian Brake', but even if it's just a broken Wutian Brake, even if it's a Even the slightest bit of power that can be stimulated is enough to send you back to the west!"

The seductive woman on the other side looked at the black fan treasure in her hand that was gradually glinting, and said with a hint of excitement on her face.

Immediately afterwards, the woman grabbed the black fan eagerly, and after quickly chanting the incantation, the treasure of the black fan in her hand disappeared in place, and then the black light flashed through the air. It reappeared on top of the cyan Nascent Soul.

And the black fan turned slightly, releasing a hazy halo aimed at the cyan Nascent Soul and enveloping it.

At this moment, the cyan Nascent Soul is already on the brink of death, and its eyes are loose. Most of the power of the Nascent Soul has been dissipated due to staying in the outside world for a long time. .

Therefore, at this moment, the golden relic, whose breath was also weak, was lightly pressed by the hazy halo, and it burst open like paper paste, while the cyan Nascent Soul inside had panic and despair flashing in its eyes several times. , and was immediately submerged in a gray halo with a heart-piercing scream.

When the gray halo completely engulfed the Guanghua body of the cyan Nascent Soul, it didn't take a moment to completely wipe out the brand of the Primordial Spirit of the Monk Jingyun, leaving only a cyan child full of the power of the Nascent Soul, with hazy eyes Godless!

But soon, the cyan Nascent Infant, together with the golden relic on top of its head and the storage bag in its arms, were easily covered by the gray halo, and quickly swallowed into the eerie giant mouth of the black giant beast, at the same time The nearby black fan treasures and dark gray monuments all turned into streams of light and disappeared in an instant.

A holy monk in the Nascent Soul stage, a powerful man like the ancestor of the town sect, who was usually enshrined in the mysterious legends that the low-level disciples could only look up to, but today one of them has fallen alive!

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