Chapter 159: Divine Fire Mirror, Wooden Bull Vase

"Fengpeng, slap him away." Taoist Yunfeng pointed at the mandala master, his tone was leisurely, and a confident smile crossed his face.

Feng Peng let out a clear and moving cry, and all six wings flew together, facing the Master Mandala, vibrating their broad and powerful blue wings.

Huhuhu...

Suddenly, the wind suddenly rose, and a light blue hurricane emerged out of thin air. It was so powerful that it rolled over the sky and moved the earth, blowing violently towards the master of Mandala Courtyard.

This wind is not an ordinary wind, but the beast's magical power of the six-winged Fengpeng - once the true wind of Tianji in the center of the cave blows, it will come back and forth, endlessly, and will not die out for a long time.

The face of Master Mandala changed. In the wind, the alchemy battle field he had worked so hard to lay was like paper, being pulled and blown one after another. The red flame flower branches of the Mandala under his feet were swaying like a boat in the sea.

Floating and sinking in the wind.

"Hahaha, slap me again," Taoist Yunfeng said with a proud smile as he stood with his hands behind his back.

Everyone's expressions changed. From his tone, it seemed that Feng Peng had not tried his best.

Feng Peng cries again, and the violent wind rises violently. The original light blue hurricane turns into blue-black, which makes people feel depressed at first sight, as if there is a mountain suppressing their hearts. The storm is so fierce that it can tear the sky and blow away the universe.

What is even more terrifying is that in the violent storm, dozens of tornadoes are formed, which are dark in color. When they blow over, they are silent, swallowing everything, strangling everything, and the breath is heart-stopping.

Countless elixirs were torn and engulfed by the storm. Even the mandala fireworks at the feet of Master Mandala were like small sampans in the storm, violently turbulent in the wind. The red flames covering Master Mandala's body

, blown violently by the strong wind, the fireworks were turbulent, making people think of candles left in the wind.

On the Demon Commander's side, there were ten mechanical flying boats, with flags standing everywhere, and soldiers with spears and spears like wolves and tigers. At this time, when they saw the master of Mandala being severely suppressed, they suddenly burst out with thunderous shouts: "Yun

The wind is mighty, the clouds are mighty, the wind is mighty.”

On the other hand, looking at Tianguang Temple, everyone's heart palpitated and the atmosphere was depressing and solemn.

Purple Qingfeng Pengzhou.

"It is rumored that Feng Peng can blow strong winds for ninety-nine and eighty-one days without rest when he is angry. All living beings will be devastated and the stars will suffer. My master, the old man Baishou, also sought Feng Peng at a high price. But this kind of strange beast, there is no such thing.

A specific habitat. He swims among the stars all the year round, and his level is as high as the third level, comparable to the immortal monks. Who can catch it?" Looking at the incomparable Feng Peng in the Dharma mirror, Guan Mingyan's beautiful eyes showed admiration.

and a look of remembrance.

Meng Gang's eyes shone brightly and he said: "No wonder Taoist Yunfeng is so confident. With such a mature Feng Peng, he is like a soul thug. Patriarch, do you want me to take action and capture it?"

He has been devouring witch rice for a long time to increase his strength. At this time, he has returned to the peak of his past and achieved the silver-level witch combat power. If he fuses it with the gold-level Wu Yun Banner, he will become a time-limited Yuanshen monk.

What Meng Gang meant was to integrate Wu Yun Banner, increase his combat power, and use the magical racial power of the Wu clan to control the beast. He would snatch this Fengpeng from the hands of Taoist Yunfeng.

Hu Tian slowly shook his head and rejected his proposal: "It's not that easy. Yun Fengzi is the disciple of the ancestor Kuangfeng and has completely inherited the mantle of the ancestor Kuangfeng. His skills are mysterious, his cards are strong, and his character

He is also cautious, and he still has secret methods in his hands even after the war."

Everyone couldn't help but take a breath of air. Taoist Yunfeng was able to fight against two Yuanshen monks on his own, but he still had some strength left. Compared to the eleventh prince, his strength was even more unfathomable.

"However, I will definitely have a battle with this person. Let's watch the battle with peace of mind. Master Manluolan still has a trump card." Hu Tian's eyes cast into the distance, as if opening two ethereal windows. At this time, he was secretly calling the Lucky Merit Toad to observe

Luck.

This is a scene that only he can observe.

Above the battlefield is a colorful ocean of luck. Thousands of different kinds of luck, large and small, stretch out from both camps and soar into the sky. They merge into the tributaries of destiny, forming a magnificent ocean of luck.

scenery.

Tens of thousands of fortunes are entangled together, densely packed, layered, colorful and dazzling.

Among them, Yunfeng Taoist's pillar of luck was so thick that even three adults couldn't surround it even if they hugged each other. At this time, his luck was so prosperous that although he was not a son of luck, it was almost as good as a son of luck.

It's just that his luck is being consumed violently. It's constantly entangled with the other two lucks.

These two fortunes, one comes from the master of Tiangang Academy and the other comes from the master of Mandala Academy. Both the fortunes are blessed by the Buddha Swastika, which is obviously the power of Buddhist vows. Therefore, although the scale is not as large as that of Taoist Yunfeng, it is endless.

, extremely tough...

The fortunes of the two courtyard masters worked together to resist the long flow of Taoist Yunfeng's fortune on the tributary of destiny. The three parties were all being consumed violently at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Hu Tian then looked at his own luck. After using the fortune merit to swallow up the luck of Old Monster Black Wind, the scale of his luck was barely comparable to Master Tiangang's, and there was still a gap between him and Taoist Yunfeng.

However, with the Toad of Good Luck and Virtue suppressing his body, his luck was the most stable. It appeared in the tributaries of destiny, like a straight line. However, Taoist Yunfeng and the two masters of the courtyard, the entangled long flow of luck, swayed

Uncertain, rising and falling, there is a tendency to gradually move closer to Hu Tian's luck.

Hu Tian already had a clear understanding in his heart: If fortunes really collide, that moment will definitely be the time when he and Taoist Yunfeng start a war.

"The soul of Medicine King escapes" In the strong wind, the mandala flame flowers and leaves closed up, wrapping the physical body of the master of Mandala to resist the strong wind pressure. However, the soul of Mandala flew away.

He came out, turned into a golden light in the air, pulled out a long rainbow tail, ignored the hurricane, and wanted to be killed by Taoist Yunfeng.

The true wind of silence in the center of the cave can blow down mountains and send oceans flying, but it has no effect on ghosts and ghosts, let alone the souls of monks.

Seeing Master Mandala's Medicine King Yuan Shen rushing towards him, Feng Peng could only stare. However, Taoist Yunfeng chuckled lightly, flew out of his own phaseless Yuan Shen, and collided with the Medicine King Yuan Shen, fighting each other.

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Tens of thousands of monks all focused their attention on the two great spirits. Master Mandala's Medicine King Yuanshen glowed brown and golden, with long-lasting combat power and powerful foundation. Taoist Yunfeng's phaseless spirit was blue and white in color.

, vague and elusive. The battle between the two is turbulent, gathering or dispersing. It is so powerful that it changes as desired. It can make people dazzled and make their hearts pick up in their throats.

The magical power of elixir - Medicine King Fire

Less than a moment after the battle, Yaowang Yuanshen suddenly ignited with raging elixir fire. The flames were red all over, and the heat wave was overwhelming, burning the Wuxiang Yuanshen to the point of retreating.

A round of applause suddenly erupted from Tianguang Temple.

Feng Shen Tong——Wind Wuxiang

The green light of the phaseless Yuanshen rippled, and an invisible wind blew quietly, and the effect was immediately visible. The elixir fire was suppressed until it could only rage within half a foot of the Yuanshen's body.

Cloud magical power——Yun Wuxiang

The Wuxiang Yuanshen stabilized his position and then launched a counterattack. The white light flourished, creating a slight ripple, and the elixir fire gradually extinguished. The Yaowang Yuanshen was so powerful that he had no way to use it, and his magical powers were restrained to death.

"Tianlong wrist guards, golden Gang beads, go to the Double Dragon Playing Pearl Formation." At this moment, the roar of the master of Tiangang courtyard came from the nine-color cloud light handkerchief in the arms of Taoist Yunfeng.

Taoist Yunfeng quickly swept away with his spiritual thoughts, and saw two heavenly dragons flying around the Golden Gang Pearl in the nine-colored cloud light handkerchief, forming a double dragon playing with the pearl formation. The master of the Tiangang Academy controlled and controlled it, trying to rely on this formation to break out.

"It's a shame to call Fengpeng." Taoist Yunfeng sneered, summoned Fengpeng back, and entered the Yunguang handkerchief.

Feng Peng's combat power was equivalent to that of a Yuanshen monk, and he immediately fought with Master Tiangang. The scene was stalemate, but Yun Guang Pa's shock calmed down.

Without Feng Peng's suppression, the Mandala flames bloomed again, and the monk's robe of the leader of the Mandala temple flew up, and thousands of rainy jade needles flew out.

Boo hoo hoo hoo hoo

A rain of needles sprinkled on the battlefield, and then it changed into ten, and then ten changed into a hundred, forming a pouring rain of needles. For a while, the jade light flickered, and the dangerous atmosphere spread, making people feel chilly.

"Look at my Qiansi Snow Whisk, Master Taoist." Seeing the jade needle coming over him, Taoist Yunfeng calmly waved his hand and held the whisk.

Suddenly, white snow filled the air, and cloud waves rolled in, overwhelming the sky and the earth, and the rain of jade needles collided with each other. Taoist Yunfeng waved again and again, and after a while, the white snow clouds and waves drowned the rain of jade needles.

The master of Mandala Academy looked solemn and offered the Divine Fire Mirror again.

This divine fire mirror is red gold and glazed in color. It was originally about the size of a palm. After it flew away from the master's hand of the Mandala Courtyard, in the blink of an eye it expanded to the size of a door plaque. There were five flames painted on the divine fire mirror.

The first one is Medicine King Fire, Red Blood Pill Red.

The second place, Netherhull Fire, is domineering and dark.

The third place is the Dragon King Fire with Golden Eyes. It is made of gold and the core of the flame is like the Golden Eyes of the Dragon King.

The fourth place is black oil fire, the ashes are as shiny as greasy, and they are as solid as substance.

The fifth place, Luoshenhuo, is dark blue and quiet, with a breath that is suffocating.

"You actually have an acquired treasure?" Taoist Yunfeng's expression froze and he made a sound of surprise. His eyes were blazing as he stared closely at the divine fire mirror, showing greed.

There is no doubt that this divine fire mirror is a magic weapon for growth. It is also very famous in the history of cultivation. In the past, a great Buddhist master collected hundreds of acquired flames from all over the world and put them into the divine fire mirror. He pushed the power of this magic weapon to the limit, and could

Counter the innate magic weapon.

"It's a pity, it's a pity. If you collected fifty kinds of flames, I would definitely stay away. But now there are only five flames, hahaha, I deserve this treasure. The wooden cow bottle, suck it for me."

He took out a treasure vase with a texture like dead wood, and the natural texture formed the Lao Niu Plowing Map. It turned out to be the same famous acquired treasure, a wooden ox vase famous for its ability to drag and absorb other people's magic weapons.

The precious light of the wooden cow bottle was restrained, and even though it was filled with true essence, it was still simple and simple. Taoist Yunfeng pointed the mouth of the bottle at the Divine Fire Mirror, and an irresistible suction force came out of thin air. The mandala's face turned pale and he could not control it.

If you stay, the Shenhuojian will fly away.

"Luo Shenhuo, go" At the critical moment, Master Mandala violently activated the Shenhuo Jian, and the Luo Shenhuo, one of the five flames, flew out. The next second, the Shenhuo Jian was sucked into the wooden cow bottle and escaped from his control.
Chapter completed!