Chapter 138 Peak Showdown
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Xifeng, the master of Wuji Pavilion, has been practicing in the depths of Feiyun Pavilion of Wuji Pavilion since the Xianzong won the immortal and demon war decades ago, and has never left. Now I have just achieved great skills. As soon as I got out of the customs, I heard what the man in blood said about the appearance of the red-blooded fairy stone in Wuling Lake. When he heard that Wujige sent Han Rui and Wutian to look for treasure, he expected that this trip was extremely dangerous. I'm afraid that the two of them would be unpredictable, so Xifeng immediately came to leave Anhu with the man in blood. However, when something happened on the way, the man in blood came to support Han Rui.
The man in blood did not expect that today's Wencong's cultivation progressed so fast that he was completely defeated. Just as the man in blood was seriously injured and Han Rui and Wu Tian were in danger, Xifeng, the owner of Wuji Pavilion, rushed over and began to fight with Wen Cong.
Wen Cong ran towards the sunset wind and condensed a blue spiritual dragon. He wanted to surround the sunset wind. He didn't want the sunset wind to change his body, flashed over, and turned to show the unique skills of Wuji Pavilion and burn the sky.
The blue spiritual dragon seemed to be spiritual. Seeing the fiery real fire meteorite falling from the air towards him, he immediately turned around and was about to escape. Unexpectedly, the real fire meteorite landed very quickly. As soon as the blue dragon moved its head, its back had been hit by the real fire meteorite. The blue dragon roared loudly. During this lag, more real fire meteorites attacked the blue dragon.
With the disappearance of several roars, the blue dragon gradually turned into air, and its spiritual power disappeared.
"It's actually cultivated to the level of immortality. This sunset wind is really more difficult to deal with than expected."
Seeing the real fire meteorites falling in the air scatter the blue dragon, Wen Cong has found that those red real fire meteorites are the essence of Wuji Pavilion's fiery desire to cultivate to the level of immortality.
As long as any mental method is cultivated to a certain level, it will make a fundamental change. Originally, the fiery wheel of Wuji Pavilion will stimulate the spiritual power in nature and cooperate with its own mental method, and then turn it into a fiery meteorite to attack the opponent. However, the mental method cultivated by Xifeng has reached the level of immortality, so the condensed meteorite is not surrounded by a single fire, but the legendary three-flavor real fire, hence the real fire meteorite. At this time, the hot desire also evolved into a more advanced mind method, burning the sky.
Seeing that his mental method was not enough to threaten Xifeng, Wen Cong quickly recited the spell grammar again, and kept making various gestures on his chest. The spell grammar from Wen Cong's mouth was very low at the beginning, and could not be heard in the distance, but with the continuous change of Wen Cong's hand gestures, the voice slowly became louder, and finally it was like a copper bell, extremely loud.
After hearing the spell grammar formula, Han Rui and Wu Tian, who stood in the distance, felt fresh and pleasant at first. Gradually, they began to feel that the sound was like a cloudy **. After flowing into their ears, they began to invade the depths of their brains, and suddenly their brains were extremely dizzy.
As the sound gradually improved, there were waves in the surrounding air, like water waves thrown into the water. The ripples are centered on Wencong and spread out layer by layer. But when the ripples reached the sunset wind, there was no movement in the sunset wind, but the ripples disappeared instantly.
"The chapter of music? And it has also been cultivated to the level of immortality. This son's cultivation is so profound that no wonder he can seize the position of abbot of Tianxin Temple. Xifeng frowned slightly and said solemnly.
Although the ripples are scattered in front of the body, the sound can still penetrate into the ear and feel the depth of the other party's cultivation from the sound.
"It seems that you have to show your family skills." Although he knew that Wen Cong, the abbot of Tianxin Temple, must have extraordinary cultivation, he did not expect that the other party had also cultivated his mind to the level of immortality. At first, Xifeng was not ready to show all his strength. At this time, it seems that you can't fight with Wen Cong without showing your real strength.
After making up his mind, Xifeng reached out and grabbed it forward, grabbed the sound ripples produced by the chapter of Wen Cong's music, and injected some of his own spiritual power to mix his spiritual power with the original invisible sound ripples. Then he gently stroked his hands, and a nearly transparent staff appeared.
"Phantom Wand?" The lawless fighting method not far away urges his spiritual thoughts and forces himself to stay awake. As soon as I looked up, I saw the transparent staff that had just appeared in Xifeng's hand and called out.
"Oh? What is a magic wand?" Han Rui and Wu Tian on the side constantly urged his heart to stay awake. Hearing Wu Tian's exclamation, he hurriedly asked.
"I don't know what it is, but I have seen it in the scroll of the Sutra Pavilion in Wuji Pavilion, which has the power of shocking ghosts and gods. I didn't expect that the master would condense such a sharp weapon with his hands. Wu Tian frowned and reluctantly said to Han Rui.
After condensing the phantom wand, Xifeng held the middle of the wand and waved it gently beside him. His body instantly floated gently and flashed again, appearing beside Wen Cong with lightning. As soon as the sunset wind that had just appeared stopped, I saw several yellow spiritual waves spreading out with the sound of "boom".
Unexpectedly, the highest mind method of Wuji Pavilion was directly displayed in a short period of time.
With the roaring yellow spiritual wave, it gradually spread outward. Seeing this, Wen Cong also immediately stopped chanting the chapter of the music, and his body quickly jumped backwards and temporarily avoided the spiritual wave. But the spiritual wave quickly spread outward. As soon as the robe on Wen Cong's body, which had just landed, touched the edge of the yellow spiritual wave, he heard a huge explosion and a burning smell.
Wen Cong saw this, gritted his teeth and jumped up again. This leap time was extremely short, even less than a second. Although the spiritual wave continued to spread out, it was still completely avoided by Wen Cong.
At this time, before Wen Cong's body fell to the ground, Xifeng had already held a magic wand and pointed to Wen Cong, and a purple lightning gushed out instantly, directly piercing Wen Cong floating in the air.
Wen Cong couldn't avoid it. He heard a harsh sound when the purple lightning touched his body. He gritted his teeth and endured the severe pain to stimulate the spiritual power in his body again. A white barrier suddenly appeared around his body, blocking the purple lightning that followed him.
With the white barrier, Wencong was only attacked by a flash of lightning. Although it did not cause absolute injury, he still shed some blood from the corners of Wencong's mouth.
"It's worthy of being a senior. The casting speed is so fast. If it weren't for the white barrier, I'm afraid I would have been seriously injured at this time." After wiping away the blood flowing from the corners of his mouth, Wen Cong looked up at the air and sighed secretly.
The white barrier floating in the air to block several purple lightnings has become completely unreliable and has no spiritual power. It slowly dissipated there, and those purple lightnings have slowly disappeared.
"In that case, I have nothing to reserve." Wen Cong already knows in his heart that whether he can get through the current problem is a problem, and there is no need to consider anything else in preserving his strength.
The sunset wind, which had just emitted purple lightning, saw Wen Cong fall to the ground unharmed, and immediately teleported. The magic wand in his hand waved again. Only a few crisp sounds of "bells" were heard. Then blue frost appeared all over Wen Cong's feet, completely freezing Wen Cong. Wen Cong was about to turn around. He didn't want to be unable to move his lower body. He looked at the Xifeng who was constantly condensing spiritual power beside him. As long as his hands were united, the spell in his mouth suddenly appeared, and then he slapped the Xifeng hard, and a golden word "s��" went towards the sunset wind.
Although Xifeng does not know what the word "wan" is, Wen Cong's use in a crisis situation again is by no means an idle thing. Ma* Wujige's highest defense mind method was launched to protect himself completely, and the magic wand in his hand was still changing.
As soon as the golden "wan" mark touched the yellow light mask wrapped outside the sunset wind, it made a deafening explosion. The huge impulse generated by the explosion directly lifted the sunset wind and bounced into the air.
The sunset wind suffered from this impact tightened, regardless of the pain in the body. At the moment when the body was lifted, the phantom wand was stimulated again, exerting another powerful spiritual wave.