After holding on to the cyan dragon claws, the golden armor on the giant immediately flashed like a breath, and every time it flashed, its breath would rise a little.
There is no doubt that this is Jin Lingzi using his spirit-devouring magical power to devour the spiritual power of the blue dragon claws to his own use!
However, the monk surnamed Xiao was not panicked at all when he saw this. Instead, he curled his lips and waved the flag in his hand again.
Suddenly, the four toes of the claws of the green dragon suddenly closed in the middle, and some green wind silk immediately condensed, tangenting towards the golden armored giant like a kite string.
The giant of golden armor did not dare to be careless. While urging the armor to swallow the spiritual power of the blue dragon claws, he activated the secret technique to condense a layer of dark gold spirit shield that combines the spiritual power of the golden spirit and evil energy around him.
The next moment, the green wind silk fell gently, and then in the horrified gaze of the giant golden armor, it cut open the protective spirit cover he condensed like tofu, and slashed onto the golden armor.
Only many whining sounds sounded at the same time, and more than ten marks appeared on the golden armor. Fortunately, the successful Jin Lingzi was not famous, so he did not hurt the body of the young man in white robe.
"Qingming Shenfeng! Fellow Daoist, I admit defeat! I admit defeat!"
Although the body was not injured, the young man in the white robe was bleeding at this time. The wind just now killed hundreds of golden spirit sons.
Seeing that the second round of wind was three or four times more than the first round, he was not willing to take it again, and he quickly shouted.
Hearing that the other party admitted defeat, a hint of hatred flashed in the eyes of the monk surnamed Xiao, and he did not stop his magical power immediately, but then he thought of something, suppressed his mind, waved the flag in his hand to make the wind silk and the dragon claws disperse together.
"Huh~ Thank you for your mercy, fellow Taoist, Bai is willing to give up on the disadvantage!"
Seeing that the green wind silk did not press up, the young man in white robe breathed a sigh of relief. After all, although the rules for the battle were that one party would admit defeat, the other party would immediately stop.
However, many powerful supernatural practitioners cannot be driven by their arms, so it is normal for them to not control them at once.
Generally, as long as no human life is killed, the Void Refining Cultivator who presides over the battle will not be too much, and there will be no punishment.
Therefore, the monk surnamed Xiao stopped in time so quickly that he could not help but let Jin Lingzi go in the white-robed young man's arms go, which made him feel a little more favorable.
"Fellow Daoist Bai doesn't have to be humble. If you are willing to give up the spirit insect, Xiao will find it difficult to win."
Putting away the golden Falun and the blue-faced banner, the monk surnamed Xiao bowed politely.
The young man in white robe had removed his magical powers and returned to his normal body shape. He just smiled and said nothing more.
If someone leaves a face for him, it is not appropriate for him to refuse or respond.
"Okay, leave as soon as possible after the winner is decided, and don't waste time."
The scarfaced monk had no time to watch someone make friends here, and waved his hand and asked the two to give up the venue quickly.
More than ten miles away, the old man with white eyebrows looked quite serious and said in a deep voice:
"That big flag can display the Qingming Divine Wind, which must be related to the Qinglong Sea Flag on the Chaos Ten Thousand Spirits List. How could such a spiritual treasure be in the hands of a god-transforming monk?!"
In the spiritual world, god-transforming cultivators are not able to possess a spiritual treasure, and only those who are above the mid-stage can refine or afford spiritual treasures.
Most of the powerful spiritual treasures are in the hands of the Void Refining Cultivators, especially those that are related to the Chaos Ten Thousand Spirits List!
As for the spiritual treasures on the list among the shemale and demon clans, they are all in the hands of the famous fusion powerhouses.
Therefore, the green flag sacrificed by the monk surnamed Xiao can be described as a treasure beyond the level of God Transformation. The old man with white eyebrows was very afraid and thought hard to solve the countermeasures.
But the old man with white eyebrows didn't care at all about the opponent he was about to face.
In his opinion, Luo Hong, like the woman in yellow, has been here for training this time, and the huge gap in cultivation is enough to allow him to easily solve the other party.
"Hmph! I still want to touch Cuilong Mountain's spiritual land without the cultivation level of the mid-stage God Transformation. I really don't know how high the sky is! "
While flying to the place where Luo Hong was fighting, this thought flashed through the old man with white eyebrows.
Seeing the two of them flying and stopping, the scar-faced monk explained coldly according to the rules:
"You all know the rules of the battle, so Ban won't go into details. Just remember not to cause any casualties, otherwise Ban will have another trouble!"
"Don't worry, senior, I will definitely show mercy, but if this fellow Taoist can give in, that would be the best."
After respectfully bowing to the scar-faced monk, the old man immediately faced Luo Hong and said:
"Justice Bai and his friends saw the battle just now, and they should have some understanding of the magical powers of our mid-stage god-transforming monks.
You should know that the later the level of immortal cultivation, the greater the gap between each level. If you want to experience it, you find the wrong place. It is better to let you and me relax."
The old man with white eyebrows actually persuaded Luo Hong to surrender before the war started.
He did this not to humiliate Luo Hong, but to consider his second round of fighting. If he could save some mana, he would naturally have a slight chance of winning.
"Fellow Daoist may not be too much nonsense. You can start earlier and you can relax earlier."
Luo Hong smiled coldly and said calmly.
"It seems that fellow Taoist will not cry until he sees the coffin. I will let me teach you a lesson!"
The old man with white eyebrows looked cold when he heard this, and he said unhappily.
"Have you finished chatting? Let's start after chatting!"
The scarfaced monk has been working in Guangwu Pavilion for a long time. After hearing too many trash talks before the fight, he couldn't get any interest at all and announced casually.
As soon as he finished speaking, the white-browed old man's palms were opened in front of his chest, and a disc-shaped treasure was sacrificed.
I saw that the runes on this treasure were very dense, with a strong aura, and it was actually a powerful spiritual treasure.
As soon as the war started, he used spiritual treasures to fight against the enemy, obviously with the idea of ​​a quick battle.
It took some time to activate the spiritual treasure. The old man with white eyebrows was also very experienced. He did not leave it to Luo Hong for an opportunity to take advantage of it. Many high-level spiritual talismans flew out from the storage bag on his waist. After forming a special formation in the air, countless fire crows about feet long flew towards Luo Hong.
This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! Faced with this powerful offensive, Luo Hong still looked relaxed. He raised his right palm and a hundred-foot-sized ghost hand appeared on the head of the old man with white eyebrows in a flash.
Before the old man with white eyebrows could respond, he snorted coldly, and the magic face in the palm of the Huangquan Ghost's hand roared and screamed.
The scream was not loud, but when it entered the ears of the old man with white eyebrows, it was like a thunderous sound, which made him feel so painful that his face immediately twisted, his hands trembled, and he almost threw away the disc on his chest.
Taking this opportunity, Huangquan Ghost Hand pressed down and instantly slapped the protective spirit cover of the old man with white eyebrows and smashed it on his body.
At the same time, countless fire crows had already rushed to Luo Hong, but he just frowned slightly, and the power of the universe wrapped him up.
No matter how many of these fire crows are, they can only slide from all directions and cannot touch Luo Hong!
"Huh? He wasn't seriously injured by a palm. It seems that he really relied on it, which made him so confident."
With a sweep of his spiritual sense, Luo Hong found that there was no sign of the old man with white eyebrows under the Huangquan Ghost. He didn't know what kind of escape technique he had used, but he escaped the suppression of the ghost hand.
Otherwise, when this palm falls to the ground, it will become a meat pie if it is replaced by a god-turning monster.
In fact, Luo Hong had already held back just now, otherwise his huge force would be able to withstand the physical body of a god-transforming monk.
The old man with white eyebrows had no chance to use his escape technique at all!
After escaping the disaster, the old man with white eyebrows did not show up again, but used the secret technique to hide.
This is understandable. After all, Luo Hong not only gave him a palm, but also forcibly interrupted him to activate the spiritual treasure. The magic power in his body is still in chaos, so he must avoid the edge first.
But Luo Hong didn't want to waste this time. With a glance at his spiritual sense, he found the other party's traces, and then took a step forward and his body suddenly disappeared.
"Where did he go?! Where did he go?!"
In a seemingly deserted space, the old man with white eyebrows was wearing a silver robe shining with a faint light, looking around in shock and angrily.
His spiritual sense swept around, but he could not detect any trace of Luo Hong.
However, the next moment, a cold voice came from behind him.
"cut!"
not good!
The old man with white eyebrows subconsciously wanted to escape, but he immediately found that the space around him was extremely solid, and a huge force imprisoned his body.
Before he could figure out what magical power he had captured, a strong sense of crisis hit his heart.
"Stop! I admit defeat!"
In the face of the great horror between life and death, the old man with white eyebrows did not hesitate at all and indeed chose to admit defeat.
In just a moment, a sharp breath slid across his scalp, shattering his hair crown without hurting him at all.
However, the hair was broken, and the old man with white eyebrows was now disheveled, showing a very embarrassed look.
"Fellow Daoist to give in."
After retracting the Shenfeng Shadowless Sword, Luo Hong bowed slightly to the old man with white eyebrows, not humiliating the other party too much.
"My fellow Taoist's cultivation is amazing, but I can't see that my eyes are so clumsy. I'm not unfair to lose this battle!"
The battle just now was only in the flash, and the old man with white eyebrows was stunned when he came up. After a little review, he realized where he lost.
Thinking of what he said before the war, his cheeks were so hot that Wuyan stayed in the secret realm anymore, and the escape light left directly.
"Old Fei was defeated so easily. How strong is this fellow Taoist Luo's soul realm?!"
The young man in white robe seemed to be familiar with the old man with white eyebrows. Seeing this, he was shocked and murmured to himself.
"I can make Old Fei lose his mind and count breaths. I am afraid that this person's soul realm is equivalent to that of a monk at the peak of the late stage of the God Transformation. Fortunately, I..."
The fat man in Confucian shirt who had been smiling before also showed a solemn look at this time, and almost almost let his mouth go.
Although the woman in yellow was shocked by Luo Hong's thunderous methods, she did not lose her composure at this time.
"Hmph! No matter how powerful your soul is, as long as Brother Xiao has my uncle's spiritual treasure protection, it will be in vain. This spiritual land must be mine!"
The analysis of the man in purple robe that day played a role, giving the woman in yellow great confidence.
"Haha, I am worthy of being the first generation of ascension monks. Their methods are very different from those of the spiritual world to transform gods. They do not concentrate on improving their magic power realm, but practice their souls."
The scar-faced monk looked at Luo Hong with a strange look, and he said nothing.
"Younger is also a helpless move. If you can improve your cultivation in the lower realm, how could you pursue the end of the soul?"
Although Luo Hong defeated the old man with white eyebrows strongly, she still looked humble and without any disrespect when facing the cultivator Refining.
"It is indeed not difficult to obtain a spiritual land with your strength, but your luck this time is not very good. If you are destined, Ban may be able to give you a spiritual land in a hundred years and leave."
After the scar-faced monk turned his eyes, he suddenly said something without any end.
Although Luo Hong was puzzled, it was obviously not the time to ask in detail. She bowed her hand and flew away.
Back at the place where everyone was, the young man in white robe and the fat man in Confucian clothes greeted him politely, but the woman in yellow robe did not say anything, and escaped towards the scar-faced monk without saying a word.
The fat man in Confucian shirt looked slightly darker and he followed.
Then, the two of them fought at the command of the Scarface monk.
After watching for a while, Luo Hong's brows frowned slightly.
Although the battle between the woman in yellow and the fat man in Confucian shirt was extremely loud and each of them sacrificed a powerful spiritual treasure, the process of the battle was a bit too stern.
The whole process was when a woman in yellow used a magical power or sacrificed a treasure. The fat man in Confucian clothes prevented it and made a similar counterattack. Then the woman in yellow guarded it and then fought back, and this cycle was repeated.
If Luo Hong had the same method, he would have been able to deal with the woman in yellow if she had already made a fuss!
Seeing this scene and before contacting me, Luo Hong immediately understood that he had encountered a secret operation. The monk surnamed Xiao and the fat man in Confucian clothes were both from each other.
even....
Luo Hong secretly glanced at the scar-faced monk who was floating more than ten miles away with his hands in his chest, and did not dare to put his guess at this moment.
"It's not difficult to confirm this matter. Just look at the results of the lottery later."
After half an hour of good fighting, the fat man in Confucian clothes was not surprised, but was injured and defeated because he could not block the spiritual treasure sacrificed by the woman in yellow.
Afterwards, he did not stay much, and immediately left the secret realm after losing the battle.
At this point, the battle for the spiritual land officially entered the second round.
Since there are only three people, there will be one person in this round. After a brief explanation, the Scarface monk once again reached into the animal skin bag that could only be isolated from his spiritual sense and took out a green crystal bead from it.
As soon as the scar-faced monk let go, the green crystal bead floated to the woman in yellow. It was obvious that she was the lucky one who was in for a bye.
However, whether it is true or false luck, except for the young man in the white robe, everyone knows it well.
Although the woman in yellow has a one-third chance, as soon as this incident happened, the situation of the other party's secret operation was basically confirmed.
For a moment, Luo Hong felt inexplicably angry, but not many surprises.
However, there is no doubt that he had another reason to seize the spiritual land this time.
Chapter completed!