Chapter 64 Leimen Dark Treasure

The trace of divine consciousness from the art of "line exploration" met Zhiyan.

The speed of Zhiyan was too fast. He took the initiative to hit the silk of divine consciousness, and the latter was immediately smashed to pieces. Fortunately, at that moment, Luo Han felt the consciousness of the empty beast from Zhiyan.

Luo Han roughly guessed that the reason why the empty beast had to release its divine consciousness in a near-death state, and part of Zhiyan may even be that most of his combat effectiveness came from it.

"Boom!"

The violent explosion interrupted Luo Han's thinking. The moment the red box was caught by Zhiyan, a violent explosion broke out. With the red box as the center, the small peaks with a radius of 3,000 meters were razed to the ground, and the huge explosion sounded like a collapse of the earth.

Eight Jiedan monks quickly rose into the air and retreated, but were still affected by the aftershocks. Recently, his whole body was charred, ** his skin was covered with blood, and the aftershocks of light explosion broke his protective spiritual power. Others also looked embarrassed, but after all, they were Jiedan monks, far away from the center of the explosion, so they did not receive any substantial damage.

It turned out that Song Xingfeng hid Leimen's dark treasure in the box, which seemed to be much more powerful than Samsung Lei Zhenzi.

The smoke and dust dissipated, gradually revealing Shiyan in the center of the explosion.

Unlike what people imagined, Shu Zhiyan didn't seem to have been hurt at all. His clothes were still neat and new, naturally fluttering in the wind. Although the dust around him was thick, none of it fell on him.

"lei men, dark treasure!" Tuo Zhiyan stared at Song Xingfeng and smiled angrily, "What a cruel means!"

The monks around took a breath of cold air. The dark treasure thrown by Song Xingfeng was much more powerful than the Samsung Lei Zhenzi. Even if he couldn't kill the old man Zhiyan, it was always right to cause him some damage. But who knew that the old man Zhiyan was like a nothing, and the strength of the Yuan Ying monk was still far beyond their estimation. Quantity.

Is that old Zhiyan really okay? Of course, he had reduced his cultivation to half of the original. After two days of fierce fighting, he had already been on the verge of collapse. If the empty beast hadn't felt the danger and tried his last bit of spiritual power to give himself, he had been blown to death by the five-point broken god thunder.

But even so, the old man Zhiyan also suffered a lot of internal injury. In fact, his mouth is now full of blood, and his internal organs may be broken a lot, but he can't show it, otherwise it is absolutely difficult to survive.

Although the five-pointed broken thunder caused a heavy damage to Zhiyan, it also provided him with a great opportunity.

"Hey, you used the five-pointed broken thunder. It's okay to deal with the Dan period monk. It's not enough to deal with me, and your stupid action has helped me a big favor." The old man Zhiyan smiled quietly, and his Yuanying slowly emerged from the top of his head: "Is your ever-changing spirit array still there?"

The Jiedan monk was shocked at the same time, and then remembered that all the flags floating under his feet and in the air had been exploded and burned.

"Those who follow me are rampant!" The eldest son Zhiyan shouted, and his Yuanying flew like lightning to the Baiguan monk who came from the wilderness. These two people were full of spiritual power, which was his biggest threat.

The two monks of the White Hall quickly sacrificed magic weapons to resist, and at the same time, they were covered with thick protective spiritual power on the periphery of their bodies, but at this time, they could only use their personal strength, and their defense ability dropped to less than 20 percent when using the ever-changing spirit array.

"Break!"

Yuanying's little hand pressed on a monk's defense magic weapon, and hundreds of twisted silver and white electric light rushed out of the hand of the old man Zhiyan Yuanying and climbed up along the magic weapon to the Baiguan monk. These electric lights were like an ugly locusts moving at high speed, desperately trying to bite a hole in the protective spiritual power of the Baiguan monk.

The monk only lasted for three seconds, and the protective spiritual power of his tail vertebrae was torn open, and the electric locusts swarmed in and penetrated through that mouth. He was instantly burned into a pile of black ash by electric light.

Another Mangzhong monk died five seconds later, and it was not until then that other Jiedan monks reacted.

No one escapes, and it is useless to escape. To offend the Yuanying monk is basically equivalent to the death sentence. There are days when they escape to the ends of the earth and are also captured, so they all launched the most tragic counterattack against the old Zhiyan without hesitation. Only by killing the old Zhiyan can they win the right to survive. Of course It is also accompanied by this huge wealth.

At this moment, Ghost Shui and Yuanshi are facing two choices, attacking So Zhiyan or attacking Baiguan monks, but they did not have any discussion, but at the same time launched a fierce attack on So Zhiyan, because they don't believe that after so many assassinations of Spirit Beast Mountain and So Zhiyan himself, the owner of Spirit Beast Mountain will let them go. These demon monks who grew up in the dark are full of treachery and cruelty, and they have long believed that there is a word promise in this world.

The death of the two Mangzhong monks slightly balanced the strength of the Black and White Second Hall. They decided to kill the two masters, and then rely on their own strength to negotiate with the White Pavilion.

Master Zhiyan had no choice but to take the opportunity to kill the other party while defending. In the fifteenth minute, another Baiguan monk fell down and killed another one in half an hour. An hour later, the eldest son Zhiyan caught a gap and killed Gu Gu and Yuan Shu at the same time, so there were only ghost water and Song Xingfeng left opposite him.

At this moment, they all fell to the ground and refused to consume spiritual power in the air. The power of the fairy art released was greatly reduced, which was not much different from that of the foundation monks, but the advantage of Master Zhiyan was still obvious. He always held two intermediate spiritual stones to supplement his spiritual power, but Ghost Water and Song Xingfeng did not have such rich material support.

"Brother Song, let's escape. We can't beat him!" The ghost water was so tired that he shouted to Song Xingfeng.

Song Xingfeng also looked tired. He reluctantly blocked a bunch of electric light from Zhiyan Yuanying and said powerlessly, "Okay, let's run away separately."

After Song Xingfeng finished speaking, he turned his head and flew to the east, and the ghost water immediately flew to the north.

"I just thought of running away now. It's too late!" The eldest son smiled ferociously, and Yuan Ying rushed to the ghost water. Yuan Ying flew twice as fast as the ghost water and soon caught up with him.

At this moment, Song Xingfeng slowed down. He pressed the firebird feather fan with both hands and instilled spiritual power into it crazily. His face flashed with a crazy and ferocious smile.

"Go to hell!" Yuanying's little hand patted the back of the ghost water, and the electric arc flashed. The ghost water was no longer able to defend. The black ** magic weapon he put on his back melted like oil and dripped on the ground * it corrode a bottomless deep pit. The electric arc drilled through the protective spirit of the ghost water and turned his body into a huge fireball.

While the ghost water died, Song Xingfeng suddenly turned his head and threw the firebird feather away to Zhiyan's body.

The feather fan flashed with dazzling red light, like a small sun suddenly flying out. In the red light, there was a crisp bird song, and Song Xingfeng's magic treasure feather fan has turned into a real firebird.

"Haha, every monk in Leimen has its own unique dark treasure. This firebird feather fan is my real dark treasure. It is much more powerful than the five-pointed broken thunder!"

Song Xingfeng laughed and quickly stepped back. It turned out that he was really a monk of Leimen.

Yuanying of the old man Zhiyan did not rush back to his body, because as soon as he saw the power of the firebird feather fan burst, he knew that he could not stop it now. If he was forced to protect the body, maybe even Yuanying would be blown up. His Yuanying had to escape quickly to the north and avoid the explosion of the firebird feather fan first. .

"Boom!"

The huge roar, accompanied by the flash that darkened the sun, exploded on So Zhiyan's body. Luo Han saw a small mushroom cloud rise from the explosion point, and the earth trembled like a wave and spread around. What spread faster than this seismic wave was the hot gas of Gundam Baidu. This round wave expanded After dispersing, the mountain forest with a radius of more than 100 kilometers will all turn into ashes, and the affected area may reach the northern end of Lingzhu Mountain.

The explosive power of the firebird feather fan is not weaker than the small nuclear bomb launched by human beings and the nine-section broken fairy whip of Shiyan. The Leimen monk is really unique!