Reborn Mosquito Daoist

Chapter 12 Lingbao
Han Yu snorted coldly, raised his right hand quickly, and the black mosquito clones all over the sky swept towards Damao Jun like a wave.

Mr. Damao was shocked, and when he saw clearly that the black mist was formed by countless mosquitoes, he was so shocked that he couldn't close his mouth from ear to ear!Before he could think about it, he had already danced the dagger in his hand into the wind, and the fierce Taoist qi formed a fan-shaped sword curtain out of thin air to block in front of him.

After the black mist, Han Yu had turned into his body at some point, his huge and slender mosquito mouth pierced through the shadows of swords all over the sky, and held the dagger in the old Taoist's hand impartially.

With a sound of "Zheng!", the dagger was actually intact. Although Han Yu did not use all his strength, the bite of the blood-winged black mosquito was not something ordinary weapons could resist.

Feeling the insidious and bloodthirsty power coming from the dagger, Han Yu was not surprised but delighted, "It's actually the Houtian Lingbao, such a treasure, such a treasure! This thing is destined for me, and it should be mine!" Thinking, mouth His body size soared by three points again, swallowing the dagger whole like a big boa constrictor devouring the world.

As early as when the black mosquito attacked, Mr. Damao felt his whole body's energy and blood run wild.Because the black mosquito clones in the sky blocked his vision, he didn't know the origin of this weird magic weapon.Seeing the other party's imposing manner, out of caution, Mr. Damao chose to retreat immediately.

Han Yu coveted this dagger, how could he get what he wanted.Between advance and retreat, the two played against each other again.The real body of the black mosquito swallowed the main body of the dagger as he wished, but Mr. Damao retreated a few feet while holding the handle of the dagger.The handle was just temporarily pressed by the old Taoist priest for convenience, and it burst in mid-air.

"Are you a cultivator of the Blood Prison?" Looking at the blood-red palm with lingering fear, Mr. Damao felt a surge of terror in his heart.Although the bloodthirsty prison disciples are bloodthirsty like crazy, it is unheard of for someone who can use bloodthirsty demon skills so naturally.The battle between good and evil is imminent, and it seems that we have to prepare.

Han Yu swallowed the dagger and turned back into a human body. Seeing that the old Taoist had misunderstood him as a blood prison master, he didn't comment, and began to carefully examine the dagger floating in his dantian.

This dagger fell into the hands of Zhenjun Sanmao after Jingke's failure in assassinating Qin. However, after the battle, the three of them were busy in closed-door training and never refined it. Naturally, they didn't know that this small dagger was actually an acquired spiritual treasure.If he hadn't seen Han Yu physically tyrannical, Mr. Damao would never have thought of having such a treasure.

Han Yu is a high-ranking man with some memories of the Holy Mother of the Turtle Spirit, but he can see the value of this dagger at a glance.

The magic weapons in the prehistoric world are strictly hierarchical, divided into innate and acquired.The congenital magic weapon was born before Pangu created the world, and its power is naturally extremely great, among which there are supreme treasures and spiritual treasures.Correspondingly, acquired magic weapons are those formed after the opening of the sky, and there are also spirit treasures and magic weapons.Spirit treasures are those magical treasures that are naturally condensed after the creation of the world and the earth, water, wind and fire, and their power is generally not weak.But the magic weapon is different, because it is artificially forged, its power varies from strong to weak, and the difference is very large.Of course, among acquired magic treasures, there is also a kind of meritorious treasure, whose power is not necessarily weaker than those of innate magic treasures.

Although the blood-thirsty bead in Han Yu's body was fused with a little lotus seed of Good Fortune Qinglian, it was only a little stronger than the ordinary Houtian magic weapon, so he naturally coveted the dagger of this Houtian Lingbao.

In fact, Jing Ke's dagger was also obtained by him unintentionally. As an ordinary person, he naturally couldn't see the origin of this treasure, and just regarded it as a short sword that cuts iron like mud.Before assassinating the King of Qin, in order to ensure safety, he also blessed several secret arts of the masters of the hundred schools, and the true origin of this short sword is even more unknown.

At this moment, as the magic spell around the dagger was swallowed up by Han Yu, the sharp blade was finally under his control temporarily, but it would not be possible to completely refine this sharp blade in a short time.

The blade was named Cracking Heaven, it had the power to break through the sky, and together with the secret techniques of a hundred schools of thought, it would naturally be able to hurt Shihuang, who was cultivating the real body of a great witch.

At this moment, with a sound of "click!", the entire ghost cave also began to collapse.

Han Yu came back to his senses, the scorching sun outside had already set, and the nearby Taoist priests who had just killed the phantom of the Buddha soon spotted Han Yu's figure. Headed by Xuan Tian, ​​a group of people jumped at him while shouting. come over.

Only then did Mr. Damao calm down the whole body's energy and blood. He didn't want the cave to be so weak. He was slightly startled. Seeing all the disciples rushing over, he shouted loudly: "Lay out a series of sword arrays with two ceremonies and nine palaces!"

With that said, Xuan Tian and the other eighteen Taoist priests had already formed two sword formations, which were quickly closed with Han Yu as the center.The figures are vertical and horizontal, and the sword light is flickering!

With a movement in Han Yu's heart, a black light shot out from the center of his eyebrows, intersecting with the sword formation, and the sky splitting blade went straight to Mr. Mao, who was in charge of the formation.At the same time, the black mosquito avatar that has not been fully recovered also rushed to the crowd like a swarm of bees.

The Nine Palaces Chain Sword Formation is arranged in the form of the Nine Palaces and Eight Trigrams, which is the same as the Arhat Formation in Buddhism. It traps people to death by changing the formation.At this time, the two sword formations echoed each other, in the form of positive and negative nine palaces, strange positive and negative coexistence, endless changes, even Han Yu could not escape easily, for the current plan, we can only hope that this sky-cracking blade can severely injure Damao Lord, Let this formation take the initiative to disperse.

The sky-cracking blade rushed like lightning, but Xuantian and others moved their steps, stepped on the position of the Jiugong, moved their swords, and in the blink of an eye, thousands of swords stood up, and the light curtains closed to block them.

At this moment, the spirit treasure has not yet been refined, and it is only relying on its own ability to cut iron like mud, but the swords in the hands of these people are not ordinary weapons. Although they are only the most common acquired magic weapons, they are also quite powerful.The sky-cracking blade's rampage only left some small gaps in everyone's swords.

Fortunately, Han Yu's black mosquito avatar was not a vegetarian, so he seized the opportunity and entangled it. In a short while, he ate up the sword while everyone was stunned.

Without a sword in the sword formation, naturally it would not be able to exert much power. Han Yu qi controlled the sharp blade and swept towards Mr. Mao at the center of the formation.

At this moment, Mr. Zhongmao and Mr. Xiaomao, who hadn't shown their faces all this time, floated in!

"The evildoer is so rampant!" While speaking, the soul-devouring banner and the soul-binding rope had turned into streamers and came to kill menacingly.

Han Yu sneered in his heart, Lord Mao couldn't do anything to him, let alone these two old bastards in the realm of Xuanxian!He didn't care about good and evil in his heart, but these people screamed one after another, which was really hateful.

Looking up, the soul-eating banner has turned into a black demon banner more than ten feet high, full of ghosts, and there is even a ghost of the Golden Immortal Realm appearing and disappearing in it, no wonder Mr. Mao is so arrogant.In his opinion, the one who uses such a magic weapon is the real devil.Thinking about it, the foot suddenly clicked, and the whole person turned into a phantom, rushing up at the speed of lightning and flint.

At this time, Mr. Damao was being forced to defend himself by the sky-cracking blade, and the formation had long been in a mess, and it had no shape.

Han Yu's actions were exactly in line with Mr. Mao's intentions, and he snorted coldly, and the ghost in the golden fairy realm in the soul-eating banner had already opened its teeth and claws.Xiao Maojun couldn't stop sneering even more, and with a movement of his divine sense, the bundle of soul ropes turned into a black dragon, wrapping around Han Yu's waist.

Han Yu's five fingers turned into claws, and he grabbed the soul rope suddenly, a sneer appeared on his face, and with a long cry, the hundred mana that had just been stripped from the sky-cracking blade had turned into a ball of colorful vitality and collided with the soul-devouring banner together.

(End of this chapter)