My magic weapons are all rule-based

Magic weapons below the fifth grade of the yellow rank are usually used directly because they are too low in grade and have no value for sacrifice.

And magic weapons of higher grades will also use various unique blood refining methods.

This is common sense in the world of cultivation.

Xu Shan fought and retreated, trying to stay away from the steel pipe, and stopped using the fireball technique.

The dust was gradually disappearing...

Since he came here from the bone-breaking cave, none of the cultivators he killed had a decent magic weapon in their hands.

Even if there were, they must be a minority.

He dared to be sure that the steel pipe he dropped would definitely be picked up by someone.

In such a chaotic battle and an environment where flying is impossible, using a ten-foot-long steel pipe against the enemy is obviously a good choice!

As long as someone picks it up and makes a suitable move to stand it up, it will work wonders!

Xu Shan is not worried about no effect, and he is not afraid of being taken away.

As long as the Qingyin props meet the rules of use, they will definitely be triggered, and this thing is just a change of the Qingyin rune. As long as the Qingyin is with him, it will never be lost.

Wait for the pole dance to be triggered.

That will be the best time for him to fish in troubled waters.

It was a good opportunity to find out the radiation radius of the pole dance.

Xu Shan summoned the Xuanguang Shield and activated the shield light.

While resisting, he attacked the enemy.

At the same time, he did not forget to observe the pole... At this moment, the pole had not been noticed, but was kicked to the place with the most people.

He was about 70 meters away from the pole.

Just as Xu Shan was still fighting.

In the center of the battlefield, a deflected ice arrow pierced the ground and bounced the pole high!

The monk below saw someone's "spear" appear in the sky, and grabbed it without thinking.

Holding a knife in one hand and a pole in the other, he swept in all directions.

But the pole was light, and the monk was very uncomfortable to use it. He aimed at the opponent and threw it as a javelin.

The opponent swept it casually, and the pole was hit into the sky again.

Xu Shan divided his mind and stared nervously at the pole that was constantly rotating and falling in the sky.

Three seconds... Two seconds... One second...

A tiny muffled sound was heard in the battlefield, and the tail of the steel pipe hit the ground accurately!

It's done!

Xu Shan instantly got rid of his opponent's entanglement and tried his best to stay away from the steel pipe.

Before he could run two steps, the situation on the battlefield suddenly changed, and a wave of erratic singing sounded from the void.

"Ah~~~~~"

The voice was miserable and resentful, and the singer sounded like someone's eggs were stepped on.

The battlefield was silent, and everyone looked up at the sky vigilantly.

What kind of rubbish song is this?

Xu Shan was a little confused.

At the same moment when the song sounded, the steel pipe stood up!

A huge suction swept around!

More than 30 monks rose from the ground and flew towards the steel pipe like a vicious dog pouncing on food!

"Fuck! What's going on!"

"Who is plotting against me! Where are the people from the Blood Killing Hall!"

"Help!!"

In an instant, more than 30 people were hanging on the more than three-meter-long steel pipe!

Xu Shan was dumbfounded!

How could this be hung? How could it be hung without a place?

The three-meter-long steel pipe was completely full, and hanging ten people on the steel pipe itself was already the limit.

The remaining twenty or so people were hung directly on others.

More than thirty people were posing, and the ten people in the middle stretched in all directions, making human flag movements.

The other twenty people were hung on their legs and waists... twisting playfully and extending outwards.

From a distance, it looked like a growing human-shaped plant...

As for the lower part, it was much better, but not much better.

There were only twenty booths in total!

There were more than fifty people, and there were not enough seats, so some sat on others, and some were stacked in a pile of three.

The most exciting thing was that there were monks in suits, walking around the venue with fruit plates in their hands.

The scene was spectacular!

Xu Shan was amazed.

It turned out that there were too few people before, and this dance hall had not been fully loaded, and there were actually waiters...

"Ah~~! Ah~~!" The strange singing continued.

The singer's voice sounded like the electric switch was stepped on, and it sounded like a great god dancing, and it sounded like a crazy Taoist priest performing a ritual.

Ghosts screamed and screamed, and they would sing this word over and over again.

More than 80 monks who were involved in the pole dance were panicked.

As the singing deepened, the pole dance began to move.

More than 30 people began to twist in unison!

Forward rotation, rotation, hook rotation, flip... All kinds of pole dance movements were the same.

No... This scene is wrong!!!

Xu Shan's heart trembled, and cold sweat flowed from his head.

More than 30 people entangled together looked weird, but they were scary when they danced!

He saw that seven or eight people were unable to dance, and their arms and legs were broken, dancing with half of their legs, and the remaining half was hanging.

Some people were dancing on their broken legs.

A lot of blood began to drip from the top of the pole, and the dancer at the bottom was soaked in blood...

His legs were also broken, but he was still dancing wildly!

A pool of blood was gradually forming at the bottom of the pole.

The scene went from funny to creepy, especially with the weird music...

Despair and pain were spreading...

Some people kept calling for help, some people collapsed and screamed, and with the weird song, it was as if the end of the world was approaching.

The monks sitting in the booth stared at the more than 30 people whose limbs were broken, and their teeth were chattering.

It was better for those who had people sitting in their arms, as they could hug others and feel warm and safe.

As for the monks who served as waiters, they were still walking around with tears in their eyes, and occasionally delivering fruit plates to people.

Xu Shan swallowed his saliva and looked at the two people who had just fought with him not far away.

The two people were already dumbfounded, with panic in their eyes and their throats surging.

Xu Shan saw the opportunity, quickly stepped forward and sent the two people on their way with a sword, then collected their storage bags and continued to watch the show.

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"What's going on?" Pei Xiong asked the woman with a pale face.

The woman's face was also particularly ugly.

"Evil cultivators... There must be evil cultivators present with such means! Go quickly and see what's going on with those monks!"

"Ah! Me?" Pei Xiong pointed at himself helplessly.

"What, is it useless for me to talk? Go quickly!" The woman was timid and panicked.

Pei Xiong gritted his teeth and flew to find out the situation.

Just as he flew to a distance of 50 meters from the steel pipe and was about to fall, a huge force hit him!

Pei Xiong was immediately dragged into the scene and sat on someone's lap.

The weeping waiter monk came over attentively and brought a fruit plate...

Pei Xiong was terrified and confused, and couldn't help but trembled in his mouth: "Senior, do you have something to discuss with me in the Blood Killing Hall? Please show up and see me."

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