Chapter 24 The magic weapon is like a gun

Mo Du nodded. He didn't feel any spiritual power from Luo Han, so he believed that Luo Han was just a determined teenager. He also appreciated this stubborn and unyielding character. On the other hand, after he just shouted retreat, he also felt a little reckless, because the speed of black gas movement was obviously getting faster and more Slowly, they should not arrive at the examination room. Those who withdraw from the examination room have lost their qualification for the examination. Mo Du hopes that the Dongcheng examination area can leave another seed at this moment.

"Okay, don't worry about answering the question, I will protect you!"

After saying that, Mo Du sacrificed the black iron sandalwood shield. This time, the range of yellow light outside the shield is much smaller, but it is obviously much purer, and even Luo Han's vision can hardly penetrate.

Since Mo Du was fully protected, Luo Han felt a little relieved and did not look at the vision of the black-blooded flag of the middle-aged man. Suddenly, he found that the cuffs of Mo Du's invigilator uniform rolled up, revealing half of the elegant white clouds on his clothes.

"It turns out that the examiner Mo is also a member of the White Hall." Luo Han immediately understood, but it is not surprising that it is difficult for immortals to get really useful spells without joining the White Hall, so even human immortals will take the exam of the White Hall and find a way to join the White Hall. Luo Han also plans to do so.

The black gas released by the black blood flag finally stopped spreading, and the hard ice under the black gas began to melt. After the hard ice melted, something creepy happened to everyone.

The bodies of the soldiers and the families of the candidates who had been dead for a long time began to tremble slowly.

The female examinee screamed heartbreakingly, and the timid examinee ran in the opposite direction. Although the infiltrating creatures are far more powerful than the so-called "ghosts", when ordinary people see the resurrection of the body, the sense of cognition accumulated from childhood will immediately make them extremely afraid.

The bodies trembled and shot blood lines from their bodies, crossed the ground covered with white ice, and gathered under Wang Guanwang's chair.

"Xian...Xian..., this...what is this...what...ah!" Before Wang Guanwang finished his words, the collected blood lines gathered together and penetrated into his body. The unimaginable severe pain made Wang Guanwang immediately shout. The black blood drawn from the bodies gathered in his body and circulated in his blood.

Wang Guanwang's body rose like a balloon, and his already very fat body became huge. His skin was almost transparent. The blood vessels full of black blood were clearly visible under the skin. His eyes, mouth, nose and ears were bleeding everywhere, not red blood, but black. Dead blood.

"hum" The middle-aged man almost saw it and let out a cold hum. He pointed his finger down, and the black-blooded flag fell down and inserted it in Wang Guanwang's chest.

"Well--" Wang Guanwang seemed to be much more relaxed, and a strange smile appeared on his face. The black blood in his body was sucked into the black blood flag on his chest. His swollen body quickly collapsed. Wang Guanwang actually felt a very pleasant pleasure, just like doing that, but he The smile quickly solidified on his face, and the black blood had long been mixed with his own blood. When all the blood in his body was drained, life also flowed away.

Before he could make any sound, Wang Guanwang was instantly sucked into a man by the black-blooded flag. The poor district chief of F finally finished his "wonderful" accompanying the exam this morning.

The black blood flag full of sperm and blood has become much bigger, but the middle-aged man is still not satisfied. This Fubao has been used too many times, and its spiritual power has gradually dissipated. Its power is far less than before, but it should still be possible to deal with the female child in the sixth period of Qi training. He shook his hand and flew to Lin Aixin above the top of the city. .

Lin Aixin's beautiful eyebrows frowned, calmly arched and shot arrows at the flying black blood flag, which was another fine ice arrow.

The crystal ice arrows and the bloody dark red flag collided in mid-air, and everyone's eyes widened. The result of this hard impact will determine the life and death of many people.

hit it!

Ice arrow tiles disperse...

The black-blooded flag flew to Lin Aixin without stopping.

Wheight is stronger and which is weaker, and a judgment is made.

The soldiers on the wall immediately became nervous. If the leaders of the White Hall could not stop it, the infiltrator would be too strong. Many of these soldiers had been serving in the army since the beginning of the founding of the city. They had never seen the infiltrators who could fight against the White Pavilion consular office alone.

Those who absorb immortal cultivation in the White Hall can be qualified to enter and become librarians. After the sixth phase of Qi practice, they have excellent combat effectiveness and have the opportunity to become the "leader" and take charge of the major tasks taken by the White Hall. Those who practice more than 10 periods of Qi will be supported by the Baiguan's bottle wind city branch and become elder-level figures, known as the "guan" Guard", the museum guard usually does not take on tasks, but must rescue the bottle wind city branch when it is facing a major crisis.

Lin Aixin is an infiltrator. She was sent from the White Pavilion of the Gorge City. It is said that there is a deep *. Lin Xianzi's reputation is very loud in the ears of the guards of Bottlewind City. This fairy who has never been defeated has always been a hot topic for soldiers after dinner.

At this moment, seeing that Lin Fairy's ice arrow was easily broken, the soldiers in the tower were shocked and worried. They were not only worried about their lives, but also worried that the beautiful Lin Fairy would fall.

But the soldiers' worries are superfluous. Lin Aixin's ability to get the recognition of the White Pavilion and get a leadership position is definitely not possible by ice arrow alone. It is an amazing strength hidden under her beautiful appearance.

After the ice arrow was broken, although Lin Aixin still frowned, she was not afraid at all. She pulled casually, and a snow-white ribbon appeared in her hand, drawing graceful circles in mid-air with the swing of her wrist.

The fairy frowned slightly, stood on the head of the city, danced ribbons, danced, setting off the slightly dim sky, a little cold, and a beautiful picture of a fallen fairy reflected everyone's eyes.

The middle-aged man sneered. His black blood flag is best at cutting off the relationship between the magic weapon and the owner's spiritual power. With this advantage, he made many guys with powerful magic weapons in the original world, so he naturally didn't think of Lin Aixin's wish to rely on the magic weapon to resist the black blood flag.

"This little girl is really good at it." Mo alone stayed by Luo Han's side, but his eyes looked at Lin Aixin at the top of the city. There was no obscene look of an ordinary young man in his eyes, but a little praise.

"Teacher, is this a fairy art?" Luo Han has solved 70 questions. He felt strange to see Lin Aixin dancing unavoidably in the face of the black blood flag, and happened to ask Mo Du around him.

"Well, it seems to be a defensive spell. The ribbon in her hand is a good treasure, which seems to be a magic weapon of water attributes, which coincides with her ice skills. Look at the place where the ribbon has been dragged, leaving strong traces of spiritual power. Lin Lingwu certainly does not have so much spiritual power, but uses the power of the ribbon to return to heaven and earth. Between... Oh, I forgot that you are not a immortal. You can't feel the spiritual power. Do the questions quickly. Lin Lingwu can't lose."

Luo Han looked at Lin Aixin's spiritual traces like twist and nodded secretly. He had a more understanding of the role of magic weapons. It is not enough for immortals to rely on their own spiritual power to cast spells. It is far less powerful than the sharp magic weapon. It's like a strong muscular man can be a thin child. Just like killing with a gun, the magic weapon is the gun of the immortal practitioner, or even the cannon.