Dragon Vein Martial God

The butterfly flying out of Qingzhao's elbow is not a magic illusion, but a real monster!

The demon beast with the Lord is also called spirit beast.

Apart from the demon refining Pavilion, Jiang Ting has hardly seen anyone who can control the spirit beast to fight... Today, I see it again.

Look at the butterfly... The shape is not too strange. It looks like an ordinary butterfly.

The only difference is that it is much larger than an ordinary butterfly, about the size of a palm... If its wings are completely unfolded, it should be two palm sizes.

Of course, for people, it is still very small.

Small as it is... The butterfly is not weak.

Like Qing Zhao, he has the cultivation of Jindan in the later stage of his life!

The monster, known as black butterfly... Is named for its black color.

Good at magic and poison gas.

If there is a way to restrain, if the spirit is strong, the black butterfly in the middle of the human border can be pressed down in the later stage of the human border.

But if the spirit is not strong enough, if there is no treasure of magic... The peak cultivation of the human realm may be eaten by the black butterfly in the later stage of the human realm.

When Jiang Ting looked at the black butterfly.

Qingzhao smiled a little: "black butterfly is my pet... At the same time, it's not against morality."

Jiang Ting also said with a smile, "then you have to take good care of the little butterfly, otherwise, I'm afraid it will die soon."

"Black butterfly, use magic." Qingzhao didn't talk nonsense and ordered directly.

The flying Black Butterfly fell on Qingzhao's shoulder with a little arc.

"No... bad..." black butterfly didn't use magic to deal with Jiang Ting, but immediately denied it.

When monsters build a foundation, they will produce wisdom that is not weaker than people... It is not incredible that monsters in the golden elixir realm spit people's words.

The rejected Qingzhao was not angry, but slightly frowned and tilted his head: "his spirit is very strong?"

Magic magic... Magic magic is aimed at the spirit.

Qingzhao also knows that the spirit of Jiangting is not weak... Who can practice Qingfeng sword array, where can the spirit be weak?

The black butterfly shrunk her neck, showing a little fear: "the intensity of his mind at the moment is at least five times stronger than me..."

The black butterfly's wisdom is not weak. Qingzhao calls it out. It naturally knows the reason... In fact, when it appears, it is ready to use magic against Jiangting.

However, when using magic, it found the terrible spirit of Jiangting.

Therefore, it dare not do it.

It's too small to deal with Jiang ting. In case Jiang Ting takes the opportunity to tear up the dreamland and attack its true form of spirit, with Jiang Ting's terrible strength of spirit, it can destroy its spirit with one blow.

"What?" Qingzhao was calm enough and suddenly sank.

Five times the spirit of the black butterfly?

Suddenly, Qingzhao looked up again and gnashed his teeth: "Jiangting, you... You cheat!"

Jiang Ting showed a hint of ponder: "don't use your strength to measure Jiang... As evidenced by the oath, Jiang's mind at the moment is indeed the later stage of the human border."

Well, although his oath can be evaded... At the moment, Jiang Ting has indeed suppressed his cultivation, and his mind is naturally within self suppression.

However, his mind and soul are too strong... Even if suppressed, it is not what ordinary people can imagine in the later stage of human life.

Qing Zhao didn't refute when he heard what he said... Indeed, there are vows. How can Jiang Ting cheat?

Jiang Ting smiled again: "I was going to wait for you to do it. Since you don't do it... Jiang will continue."

"Clang clang......" more than ten Taoist swords flew out, carrying cold awn towards the virtual shadow of the ancient tree.

Qing Zhao was just about to use a magic weapon to force the sword back... Unexpectedly, more swords flew out of Jiang Ting's body.

A full 72 Dharma swords are suspended in the sky, emitting a mysterious artistic conception.

"Not good..." Qingzhao immediately found that... Peach blossom and more than ten scattered Dharma swords only wanted to stop, not kill the enemy. The real killing move was the subsequent sword array.

Once you fall into the sword array... With the towering reputation of Qingfeng sword array, you will die without life.

The black butterfly roared, "go all out, don't try..."

"Old rules..." Qingzhao flashed and hurried to move... However, there are too many peach blossoms and the scope is too large. Wherever he goes, the peach blossoms follow him.

And the scattered more than ten Taoist swords also changed their direction and continued to pursue.

The black butterfly suddenly stirs up its black wings... Countless black gases begin to spread rapidly.

Only half a breath, at least three miles nearby, were filled with a thin layer of black fog.

"Roar..." the roar of the tiger frightened all directions.

The tiger hairpin is urged, and the blue tiger phantom envelops Jiang ting and blocks the black fog.

Staring at the black fog for a while, Jiang Ting whispered: "the poisonous gas with corrosive effect is really overbearing..."

That black fog is poison gas... Black butterfly's, poison!

Black butterflies only have two means, magic and poison gas.

The toxicity of the poisonous gas is also terrible... Jiang Ting is protected by a tiger hairpin and can't see anything for the time being.

But the falling peach blossoms... Become dark at the speed visible to the naked eye.

Many peach blossoms will be completely destroyed by the poison gas in only three breath time. Because of the emergence of the poison gas, the fragrance of peach blossoms will be neutralized

Because of the poison gas, Qingzhao's situation suddenly improved.

When he saw Zhao again, he was not in a daze, but suddenly took out a handful of yellow sand... Although the yellow sand looked scattered, it was actually one.

That's some kind of magic weapon, a magic weapon like yellow sand.

Jiang Ting ignored the yellow sand: "it's time for the wind..."

Black butterfly's poison gas is really extraordinary. If he doesn't dispel the poison gas, his spell will be non flower, which will hardly pose any threat to Qingzhao. On the contrary, he will be trapped in the poison gas.

It's not difficult to expel. The howling wind is.

However, Qingzhao should not be unaware of such an obvious weakness... Should, there are other countermeasures?

indeed.

Just as the strong wind rose, the yellow sand in Qingzhao's hand was suddenly sprinkled, and the mana swept through, and the yellow sand became more in an instant.

In the blink of an eye, countless flying sands began to sweep around Qingzhao.

"Flying sand and stones, howling wind, this is the power of heaven and earth beyond human's reach. I will accept the strong wind of Taoist friends." In the flying sand, Qingzhao's voice with a little joy also sounded.

Yellow sand, poison gas and strong wind seem to have changed a lot.

Jiang Ting found that with the yellow sand plundering, the poison gas quickly gathered with the yellow sand, and because of the strong wind driven by him... But in less than a breath, the endless sand began to plunder in the surrounding tens of miles!

He lost control of the wind... The runaway wind, because of its integration with the flying sand, began to spontaneously absorb the spirit of heaven and earth for maintenance.

The flying sand and stone directly broke his flower non flower spell.

Did he lose the wind in this collision?

Qingzhao's voice sounded again: "I've seen the magic of Taoist friends. Please taste the means of Taoist friends!"

"Roar..." the blue tiger phantom began to roar.

Countless ripples are constantly sweeping... The nearby sandstorms are wiped out by the tigers.