Chapter 15 Each has its own tricks

The side of the empty island was surprised and happy, and I didn't expect such a change. Aoli, the third prince of the dragon, looked pale. He thought he had lost the victory for no reason, which was really stifling.

Only He is fearless and does not change his face. He has long known that his seventh brother is wise and used to showing people in a reckless image, but in fact he is meticulous. His cooked copper stick looks like a common weapon, but in fact, it has already been sacrificed by him into a mixed element, which is compatible with his own Yuanying. This is a secret incarnation method of the red-haired ancestor. Originally, monks had to at least go to the realm of separation to sacrifice the incarnation outside the body, but the secret art of the red-haired ancestor is unique. Before practicing, first separate your own blood, condense the second yuan god, attach it to a magic weapon, and then derive and grow with a secret method. The cultivated external incarnation is not good at power, but can replace the original at a critical moment and confuse the enemy.

Zhao Yuanlang deliberately sacrificed the second incarnation on the cooked copper stick, because this treasure is made of special materials and refined. Although it is not sharp, its defense is extremely high and can withstand amazing damage. It can almost be said that he put an invulnerable armor on his split body. The appearance of the mature copper stick with his deliberately stupid appearance makes his opponent more defenseless. Unexpectedly, such a barbaric and rude strong man is actually a master who is delicate and good at using illusions.

Just now, Shui Hanyao sacrificed a hidden killer mace. Yu Ruyi evolved the Qibao Lotus Platform and wanted to cover her opponent. Unexpectedly, Zhao Yuanlang waited for this moment and tricked the other party into applying all the magic to deal with the incarnation he left behind, but he unexpectedly covered it up and used a big capture method to capture Shui Hanyao alive.

Zhao Yuanlang turned into a giant and pinched Shui Hanyao in the palm of his hand. The vitality condensed in his palm, and there was a faint sound of wind and thunder. He only waited for a ruthless hand to kill the banshee. Shui Hanyao presumed to die. She looked pale and her eyes closed. She said in her heart, "I don't leave a way to live. Now others don't leave me a way to live. After all, I still miss myself."

Zhao Yuanlang stared at her for a long time, but didn't do anything. Suddenly, he laughed and said, "Well, you are vicious. I was going to beat you to death. Gu Nian, you are an essence of vegetation, and it's not easy to cultivate. Today, let's bypass you." With a big hand, he threw Shui Hanyao out from afar. The banshee covered her face with shame and went away.

He was fearless and came out and patted Zhao Yuanlang on the shoulder. The two met and smiled, and everything was silent. The people in the aquarium made a noise for a while and returned to tranquility. But Ao Li came out and shouted loudly, "It seems that this last game will be won by me and this brother He Dao."

He Wuwei let go of Zhao Yuanlang, strode out of the void, and competed with the third prince of Long: "It's so good. I'll see the real chapter under you." Open your mouth and spit out a round bead, fly into the void, turn into a golden exquisite pagoda, and emit thousands of golden lights. He read some words in his mouth. With his urging, the pagoda immediately evolved into thousands of strange beasts, thousands of magical powers, and all kinds of changes.

When the third prince of the dragon saw his great power, he shouted, "Good means." I don't see how he moved. He burst out of a ten-long golden sword out of thin air. It was shining and extraordinary. With his fingers, he flew over in the air and changed a thousand times, and immediately resolved all kinds of magical power of the evolution of the golden pagoda.

If this fighting method is high or low, in fact, it is not as good as the competition between Mo Ming, a black and white man, a man, and Chongguang. However, he is not afraid of hundreds of years of painstaking practice, not alone, and the accumulation of magic power is particularly rich. Among the nine sons of Ao Bing, the dragon king in the South China Sea, the third prince has always been allowed to be the first in Taoism, especially than Ao Chong, who has become a small five elements to exterminate the divine light, so he has the intention to cross his second brother and inherit the throne of the Dragon King. Although the level of the two was not as good as that of Mo Ming, the scene was spectacular and gorgeous, which overwhelmed the onlookers.

He Wuwei's pagoda is that he collected the essence of hardware and integrated Western cold iron. It took hundreds of years to form in the refinery of the red-haired ancestors. It is called Wanhua Zhenru Linglong Tower, which can capture the spirit of heaven and earth and evolve infinite means. When facing the enemy, you only need to release the pagoda and read the formula, and the pagoda itself can absorb the free vitality between the surrounding heaven and earth and condense into various magic power, which seems to be endless and endless. It is the first-class fancy spell of Taoism. It is also used for fighting. If the opponent is one level lower than itself, it is Pure crushing highlights the prestige and evil spirit of the caster.

I saw He fearless big sleeves fluttering, hand twisting tips, and throwing hands and feet, the pagoda released all kinds of fantasy magic powers, sometimes stimulating thousands of thunder, sometimes summoning the illusions of ancient strange beasts, and sometimes hundreds of thousands of swords flying. The dragon prince turned over and over like a flying sword, cracking the method between flying and moving. There is a sword to break the ten thousand laws, but the momentum is far from fearless and majestic, just like a god descending to the earth.

Chongguang has had a very hot chat with Mo Ming, and there is a sense of hatred for meeting each other. Both of them are the most outstanding disciples of Kunlun. Although Mo Ming has 60 years of practice and knowledge, Chongguang's understanding of many Taoist magical power has greatly inspired him.

He Wuwei was fighting with the third prince. Mo Ming rose on a whim and said to Chongguang, "Brother Xiao, you see that these two people are fighting so fiercely. Who can win in a while?" Chongguang said, "Brother He's magic weapon is powerful and his Taoism is amazing. Although the dragon third prince's sword skills are good, it can be seen that the momentum has been completely suppressed. With the fearless Taoist power, it is more than enough to crush Long San."

Mo Ming smiled strangely: "Brother, you don't know that among the nine sons of Ao Bing, the dragon king of the South China Sea, except for the death of the eldest son, the rest are the highest in this dragon third prince Ao Li. His real magic power is not this sword skill. Although it is still at a low wind, there will inevitably be changes in a moment, which will reverse the victory or defeat.

Chongguang said urgently, "Can't you think of a way? If you win this game for them, won't you hand over the Dinghai God Iron?" Mo Ming asked, "Brother, do you have a deep friendship with these people on the empty island? Why do you help them?"

Chongguang stretched out his hand and pointed to Lu Wu: "Other people have no friendship, but this Lu Wu Lu Taoist friend is quite related to me. Now the red-haired ancestor is not on the island, and Dinghai Shentie is also missing. I couldn't bear to see his teacher suffer, so I helped him. If it's convenient for you, you might as well be flexible.

Mo Ming said, "It's not difficult for me to help Wuwei win this game, but there is no point in winning or losing this game. The dragon army has gathered and has long been determined to step on the empty island and take away the divine iron. Even if He Wuwei wins this fight, Prince Long San will definitely regret it. What's more," he paused and said an amazing news: "The dragon clan is not only coming from this group of people. Except for the second prince who was injured and recuperate in the dragon palace, and the third prince and Wutaizi led us guests to homage in the east, the others have been ambushed in the west for a long time. At this time, I'm afraid that they have landed on the island. It's time."

Chongguang was shocked when he heard the words: "What's the matter, brother, can't you think of a way?"

Mo Ming said, "Is it lucky that the Dragon Palace has dominated the South China Sea for thousands of years? Ao Bing, the dragon king of the South China Sea, has vast magic power and boundless magic power. Even the red-haired ancestor is not an opponent. Although I have refined my magic power over the years, I can only rank third among the guest monks in the Dragon Palace. There are also two people whose mana is still above me. Now I am following several princes to land on the island in the west. It is said that the Dragon King of the South China Sea All have been out of customs. Even if I want to help you this time, I am willing but not strong enough. The destruction of the empty island has long been doomed. With the cultivation of the red-haired ancestor, it should not be difficult to escape from the others on the empty island. I'm afraid only the four disciples can escape, and no one else will be spared.

"Why is there intrigue everywhere in the practice world, and you can't find a happy land?" Chongguang sighed, "What you face every day is fighting and killing, saying that it proves long life. In fact, one by one, they are fighting for fame and profit. No wonder no one has soared in the world of practice for thousands of years.

A strange color appeared on Mo Ming's face: "Brother, you see it very thoroughly, but it is easy to do. Only when things come to you know that some words are simple. When it's really your turn, you may be more persistent and can't let go than others." He laughed and said, "Why was I not like this? I couldn't let go of fame and fortune for a while, just to lose to the Qingcheng disciple named Lu Jiuyou. In a moment of anger, I left Kunlun and traveled around, just to get rid of my shame. It was not until 40 years later that I became a Yuanying that I suddenly realized yesterday's wrong and felt how ridiculous I was at that time. In fact, I sank into the South China Sea today and wandered around the Dragon Palace, and there is still something I can't let go of. Today, when I heard your brother say that, it makes me feel more and more vulgar. Well, I'll try to help you later to see if I can solve this crisis. As for whether it is successful or not, it depends on God's will. However, it was agreed in advance that no matter what the result is, you must take care of yourself and don't be angry. I will also say goodbye to the Dragon King here and seek the road of heaven and man again.

Chongguanglian claimed to thank him. At this time, He Wuwei has fought with the Dragon Third Prince for hundreds of rounds. No matter what kind of Taoist magic power is, it is all resolved by the Three Princes. Although this pagoda itself can condense the spirit of heaven and earth without hurting the user's own qi and blood, He Wuwei is also a little anxious after so many spells are performed. Restless.

He was fierce in his heart and urged the magic formula. The Wanhuazhen flew up to the sky like a exquisite tower and instantly grew into the size of a small mountain peak and pressed down against the dragon prince. At this time, he was afraid to take the green rainbow sword on his back out of its sheath and turned into a blue light to rush to the front chest of the third dragon prince.

The third prince of the dragon shouted loudly, and the huge sword on his chest flew high against the exquisite pagoda. At the same time, he opened his mouth and spit out a small golden light and hit the light of the Qinghong sword. Unexpectedly, he knocked the huge Qinghong sword away and flew back down the way.

He Wuwei was surprised. Unexpectedly, the third prince of the dragon was not only skillful in swordsmanship, but also so powerful. The thin light was clearly a flying needle, but it contained the power of the sea, and his flying sword was not his opponent.

He pulled away and flashed quickly. The back-flying Qinghong sword was gently grabbed by him and returned to his hand. With the light of the sword, he knocked off the flying needle that followed. Suddenly, he felt that the strange magic attached to the needle rolled in and invaded his internal organs. His chest was stuffy, his throat was sweet, and a mouthful of blood spewed out.

"Midday Fire Cloud Needle?" He Wuwei asked softly, but the third prince did not answer. He just looked at the west with an excited face, where a colorful light was flying in the sky and shining in all directions. He laughed and said, "He Wuwei, you have been tricked!"