C315 Magic phoenix fan

Seeing that the skull had swallowed a Buddha bead, Wang Tong's expression changed. He did not expect that after Wu Ru fed the skull two fingers, the power of the skull had increased by almost one fold. If the skull swallowed this buddhist bead, then the string of buddhist light bead magic tools would be destroyed.

After the skull swallowed the buddhist beads, it chewed vigorously. However, the buddhist beads seemed to be incomparably tough, allowing the skull to chew on them, yet not being able to break. The skull could only randomly bite. The fist-sized buddhist beads became smaller and smaller, until they were the size of an egg.

Wang Tong shouted loudly. He threw everything he had, all the Spiritual Strength in his body unreservedly entered the Buddha Light Bead. All he saw were the remaining ten or so buddhist beads in the air, all of them clashing together as golden light flew around chaotically.

After a flash of golden light, a golden bead the size of a head appeared in the sky. Golden light sparkled on the bead as Buddhist mantras continuously sprung up. People who saw it couldn't help but bow in worship.

Wang Tong's body swayed a little. The maximum power of this bead of Buddhist light required too much mana to be abnormal. He was close to the False Core realm, yet it seemed like he could not sustain this attack.

With a loud shout towards the sky, Wang Tong suddenly waved his hand, and the golden bead of light in the air released waves of buddhist chanting.

Facing the gigantic golden ball in front of him, two thick black lines were emitted from the black eyes of the skull.

However, this golden ball was no match for the golden blade. The incomparably sharp black lines from before had been completely obliterated by the golden light and Brahma.

After a simple test of the power of the golden ball, the skull shrieked twice, and with an unstoppable momentum, it charged straight at the golden ball. In an instant, the skull collided with the golden ball of light, emitting a rumbling sound.

After the collision, the skull in the air had disappeared and returned back to its original form of six black short swords. They fell to the ground with a wail.

A ball that was only the size of an egg was ruthlessly hit by a dim golden ball of light from behind. "Sou!" It flew towards Wu Ru.

The moment the skull was broken, Wu Ru took a few steps back and spat out a mouthful of blood onto the ground.

The skull had fed his flesh and blood essence, so once it was broken, Wu Ru would naturally be heavily injured. Wu Ru's body swayed non-stop. His eyes were lifeless and his face was ashen white as if he was drunk. He staggered from left to right as if he was about to fall to the ground at any moment.

When the ball the size of an egg flew over, Wu Ru was already unable to dodge and could only barely move to the side. With an "Ah!" scream, Wu Ru's eyes turned white and he fell on the ground unconscious. Beside him, half of his arm remained.

The ball had passed through Wu's arm and pierced through his right arm. The powerful Buddhist light invaded Wu Ru's body and destroyed the Spiritual Strength in his body. Without the protection of the Spiritual Strength, the intense pain made him faint all of a sudden.

Seeing that Wu Ru had finally fallen on the ground, Wang Tong sat on the ground and barely put away the Buddhist light bead. Merely this action, which normally looked easy, had already made Wang Tong gasp for breath.

From the battle between Wu Ru and Wang Tong, to the end, although it had only been an incense's time, the two of them had already exhausted all of their Fa Li.

"Third Bro is so amazing!" "Third Bro won!" Fang Yunlong's side released a cheer of victory, welcoming Wang Tong's return. Wang Tong smiled and returned to his side, he immediately swallowed a pill and entered the array to meditate and rest.

On the other hand, the disciples of the Devil Dao sighed and silently complained to themselves about Wu Ru not being able to stop. If Second Brother He Konghe or the Holy Virgin took action, they would definitely win. He Konghe let out a long sigh and carried Wu Ru back. He applied hemostasis medicine on Wu Ru and told him to lie down on the side to rest.

She quietly looked at Wu Ru, the masked woman snorted, then turned and quickly flew to the martial arena, and spoke to Fang Yunlong: "I's Master's fourth disciple, Linghu Zijin, has arrived to seek guidance."

Since the other party was able to start the second round so quickly, Fang Yunlong's side naturally did not dare to be negligent. Third brother Wang Tong had already left the battle, and now only Fourth Brother Zhao Xi was left as a Late Foundation Building Period cultivator.

Zhao Xi took a deep breath, he turned and was about to step onto the stage, but was pulled by Fang Yunlong. Zhao Xi puzzledly turned to look at Fang Yunlong, only to see Fang Yunlong whispering: "Fourth brother, this woman is abnormal, she is not only familiar with formations.

And her strength is not ordinary either, do you remember how she, with her strength alone, used a net magic tool to stop so many Devil Dao disciples? You have to be careful. I have an intuition that I have to be especially careful of her eyes. "

If someone else had said this to Zhao Xi, perhaps Zhao Xi would have just laughed it off. After all, in the cultivation world, experts were revered, and Zhao Xi had the dignity of a Late Foundation Building Period cultivator.

However, Fang Yunlong was different. Along the way, Fang Yunlong presided over the small circle of Eight Trigrams Array, and it never failed.

With his Early Foundation Building Period's strength, he was able to face off against a Late Foundation Building Period cultivator whose strength was even stronger than Zhao Xi's, causing everyone to have a whole new level of respect for him.

Zhao Xi patted Fang Yunlong's shoulder and nodded. With a flash, he arrived at the fighting arena. "This lowly one is my fourth disciple, Zhao Xi.

With that said, Linghu Zijin started to fight with Zhao Xi. What Linghu Zijin had taken out was the net artifact, the Violet Net, and Zhao Xi took out a fan like artifact.

The Purple Net was flickering with spirit light, and one could faintly see a sharp blade light. Under Linghu Zijin's command, it moved towards Zhao Xi's head to protect him.

Zhao Xi held a fan like magical equipment in his hand. He operated the Spiritual Strength and streaks of fiery red stripes appeared on the fan. Zhao Xi let out a loud shout and waved the fan. Suddenly, many fire dragons flew out from the fan and ruthlessly crashed into the violet net.

This fan magic tool was called the Fire Dragon Fan. When it was waved, it could release many fire dragons to attack the enemy. Although the Fire Dragon was similar in form to the Fire Dragon Spell in terms of power, its power was on a completely different level. Fire Dragon Fan's Fire Dragon.

The condensed fire attribute Spiritual Strength was even purer, and could even form a fire dragon formation in the air. Team after team of people attacked towards a certain direction, and magic tools used to deal with such attacks were the best.

The fire dragons flew out one by one and crashed into the net. The Purple Net was like the net of fish. The Fire Dragon was treated like a fish in a net, making it impossible for it to break out.

Linghu Zijin had obviously underestimated the power of the Fire Dragon Fan. When the dozen or so Fire Dragons clashed with it, the Purple Net gradually lost its resistance. If a few more fire dragons were to collide with him, the Violet Net would probably be destroyed. He sighed softly.

Linghu Zijin waved her hand and put away the Purple Net. Then, she threw out a fan like magical artifact. Brother Zhao's fan is very powerful, why don't you try I's fan? "

The demonic phoenix gently waved its fan, and one black phoenix after another flew out. With a cry, they crashed into the fire dragon.

The cries of dragons and phoenixes rang out as the black phoenix and the red dragon clashed. Soon enough, all of them disappeared, but it seemed like even more Black Phoenix flew out of the fan.

Zhao Xi was greatly alarmed. The Fire Dragon Fan was actually unable to defeat the opponent's Demonic Phoenix Fan. This Fire Dragon Fan was his strongest offensive magic tool. Zhao Xi inwardly sighed. He didn't expect that not long after the show started, he would be forced to use the magical equipment his master had given him.

Countless Black Phoenix surrounded Zhao Xi after they had swallowed the fire dragons. Just then, a golden alms bowl flew out from Zhao Xi's body. The alms bowl spun in the air and then suddenly fell down, sucking in countless Black Phoenix.

"It really is a buddhist artifact. It seems like everyone is well-prepared. But do you think you can break my demonic phoenix fan just like that?" Linghu Zijin sneered, the demonic phoenix fan in her hand continued to flap, instantly causing the entire competition grounds to erupt with Yin Wind, which released waves of ghostly wails and wolf howls.

Following Linghu Zijin's actions, a thirty meters long Black Phoenix gradually formed in the air.

Zhao Xi was shocked, he immediately pointed at the alms bowl in the air and continuously changed hand techniques, channeling the Spiritual Strength into the alms bowl.

Gradually, the golden light in the alms bowl grew brighter, and from within, a monk wearing a monastic robe slowly stood up. He had no hair, his head was as big as a bucket, and his facial features were tangled. He looked extremely ugly.

"Buddhist Arhat?" Linghu Zijin sneered again and again, so what if it was a Buddhist arhat? Others say that devils could not defeat Buddha, today I will let all of you experience it, how could a small Buddhist arhat resist the power of true demons?

Linghu Zijin bellowed, her hand sign changed, and the huge Black Phoenix in the air started to release surging demons, making the Black Phoenix look extremely sinister.

Following the command of Linghu Zijin and Zhao Xi, the Black Phoenix and the Buddhist Arhat in the air crashed into each other. In front of the Black Phoenix s, the Buddhist Arhat looked extremely small, but it had an extremely imposing manner and was extremely powerful.

It even caused the gigantic Black Phoenix to tremble as demonic qi spread in all directions. But the Black Phoenix's power was also not to be underestimated. It used its huge phoenix claws and sharp phoenix beaks to attack the Buddhist arhat nonstop, causing the golden light on the Buddhist arhat's body to sway nonstop.

The rich demonic energy was penetrating through everything, slowly eroding the golden light of the Buddhist arhat.

Zhao Xi frowned, he never thought that the Black Phoenix would be so powerful, but there was no way out for him. If he was distracted, and there was not enough Spiritual Strength, the buddhist equipment would be contaminated by the demonic energy, and he would not be able to fight back against the Black Phoenix.

With a loud roar, Zhao Xi channeled all of his mana into the alms bowl. Immediately, the Buddhist arhat on the alms bowl began to emit a great golden light, dispersing a large amount of the demonic energy on the Black Phoenix's body.

When Zhui Xi was giving his all to control the alms bowl, he did not notice that Linghu Zijin's eyes were emitting two faint purple rays of light. The two rays of light swept over the Buddhist arhat and his body, revealing a charming and alluring smile beneath the black veil.