"The ghosts and demons are scared, and the spirits are dead. There is thunder inside, and the thunder god is hidden. The cave and wisdom are connected, and the five energys are surging. The golden light appears at a speed to protect the real person!"

The sound comes into my ears, and the light is vast.

Chen Xinghe was shocked. This fellow Taoist Lingxuzi was really mysterious. He had reached such a state. There was also the whisk in his hand that could not see a trace of fireworks and could not identify his position. However, judging from the fact that he tied such a large demon with thin silk, it was no worse than the ashes net guarding his cave.

"Hmph, what? Can you actually entangle me?" A voice came from the demon's body. Only then did everyone realize that the thin whisk thread pierced the demon and went deep into it, and blocked it together with the monks in the demon's body.

Such methods are truly remarkable and amazing.

"This is also a Taoist brother!" Panlong Jian murmured in a low voice. Ling Xuzi was usually hidden, but it was unreasonable to be low-key in this battle today. However, he knew that the real strong man was Chen Xinghe, because Wuchen felt the threat. This has only happened several times in his previous experiences, and he encountered powerful magic weapons every time.

Chen Xinghe actually has a magic weapon? Is this possible?

But this is the reaction of the whisk. Heiwa's broken treasure gave him no such feeling.

"The ghosts and demons are scared, and the spirits are dead. There is thunder and the god of thunder is hidden. The cave is full of wisdom and five energys are surging. The golden light appears at a speed to protect the real person."

The golden light appeared and spread rapidly along the whisk thread. This was Ling Xuzi's true strength. Everything that the golden light went broke and collapsed.

Such a giant demon corpse could not resist the splitting of thin wires, and instantly split into pieces of corpse. Black blood sprayed into the void, showing five figures in the demon's belly.

This was not a team of monks, but a quarter of a team of monks. Each of them was wearing black armor and had already put down the mask to block the cutting.

The leader of the sword cultivator sneered: "Your whisk is good, it should be a magic weapon remains! I heard that only in a few cases can the magic weapon be reincarnated as a person who reincarnates the magic weapon and abandon the remains! Or are you the reincarnation of this whisk?"

Chen Xinghe was shocked. Ling Xuzi's whisk in his hand was so powerful? The reincarnation of the magic weapon was faintly confirmed on Luo Chan'er. No wonder Ling Xuzi is so simple and unpretentious, and has a calm temperament. It turns out that he is a whisk on his feet.

Ling Xuzi neither denies nor is she sure. She just uses her strength to drive the whisk in this direction, and suddenly a kind of indescribable noise is formed.

"Rein, stubborn..." The five people were shocked, and cracks appeared on their black armor.

You should know that these Xuan Armors have made great efforts and spent a hundred years to build the medium-grade spiritual weapon, which is extremely outstanding in defense.

Even if this whisk is a magic weapon, it is impossible to achieve this level in an instant. Could it be that this old Taoist is really a whisk reincarnation?

Although I said this, I didn't take it seriously.

Because it is easy to lose the Three Lights of the Reincarnation of the Magic Weapon, it is not uncommon to become mortals, and there are very few reincarnation spirits who embark on the path of cultivation.

Unless it is above the magic weapon, the existence of such a existence is extremely mysterious and usually guided by the sect, and it will never fall outside.

Ling Xuzi suddenly shouted loudly, and the five of them didn't care about surprise and quickly released their natal spiritual weapon.

The foundation of the giant sect is beyond imagination. The spiritual weapons are very great in the Yuee Sect. Only a few disciples have them, but the spiritual weapons used by these five people are almost exactly the same.

What does it mean? It means that there is a way to mass produce it!

No matter whether mass-produced spiritual weapons can compare with those carefully crafted spiritual weapons, the key is that everyone has several pieces and can use them in conjunction.

At this moment, the five spiritual weapons and mysterious armor burst into light, forming a spiritual roar before it was completely cut.

The spirit roar is that the spirit of the weapon knows that it is powerless to turn the sky, and it retaliates against the enemy at all costs. The five spiritual weapons do this at the same time, and evolve into dazzling and colorful things in the void.

Ling Xuzi's heart moved and he quickly retreated! However, the five other men were not vegetarians. They used Ling Xiao to break through the bonds and turned around and rushed to the front.

In the midst of lightning, Heiwa immediately stood up and blocked the attack of the five people with the broken knife in his hand.

Panlong Sword, Gaomen God, Xu Sanren killed him, five to five.

The others slowly retreated and gave up the place to show them.

These five people are amazing, and it is not easy to kill them.

However, Chen Xinghe has many people, and he is rushing for his companions behind him and making fake moves from time to time, so these five guys will be distracted.

"Zhong." Xu Sanren suddenly raised his hand, and her opponent was immediately stiff. He opened his mouth in disbelief and called for help, but even his mouth froze.

"The third brother!" The enemy was furious. He didn't expect that with the ability of the five of them, he would fall down just by saying that this female cultivator in the Yellow Springs was strange.

He wanted to save people, but Ling Xuzi gently shook the whisk, and the silver silk within three feet was eternal. In the blink of an eye, he covered the figures of the two of them. It was so resolute that he wanted to fight for life and death in a small area, either you die or I die.

"Qi!" An enemy raised his left hand, and an eyeball appeared in his palm, and he gently shone it at the high gate god. His tall body was like an eggplant, and he saw that it shrank by half and became an ugly dwarf with a bloated figure.

"What trick is this?"

"No, it seems to be a magical power."

"Take it."

Long Yi took the lead, but what he didn't expect was that the high-sect god who shrank into a dwarf turned his body and rushed towards his own people.

Chen Xinghe lamented that the world is so great. What kind of magical power is this? It is so strange that the other party dances and looks like he is controlling a puppet.

"Boss, I'll block Lao Gao, you go and deal with each other." The formation flag waved his hand and threw out more than a dozen small flags, shuttled to Gao's door god to form a maze, and trapped him in.

Long Yi flew to fight.

"Die..." The sound of death came extremely abruptly. When Long Yi felt boundlessly terrified, he saw light and shadow penetrate into his body, and the protective spiritual weapons and talismans could not be blocked.

For a moment, he felt dizzy and retreated backwards.

With a "bang", Chen Xinghe came to Long Yi at some point and slapped his back spine hard, shaking out a white worm.

"insect?"

"It's not a worm, it's a Gu! This guy opened his left hand before, and it's not a magical power, it's a Gu! Be careful, this is a master of witchcraft."

"Gu?" Long Yi hurriedly took out a fire note, which seemed ordinary, and after igniting it, a wisp of black fire appeared.

A strange scream suddenly sounded from the body of the Gaomen Shen, and the white insect that had just been shocked also made a strange scream as he flew towards his master.

Long Yi had a clear mind. His fire note hidden a little pure yang flame. It is the nemesis of all the Gu insects in the world. If you don’t believe that the enemy can still win.

Chen Xinghe suddenly looked into the distance, and a murderous intent was coming at a very fast speed. It was obviously the helper of these five people. A sense of arrogance was boiling, and a sense of crisis appeared, which meant that the visitor must rely on.

In just three breaths, the other party arrived.

This man was wearing a purple dress, a purple crown on his head, and a purple scimitar in his hand. Even the boots under his feet were purple, which was a bit eye-catching.

He came to the near-front where the sword was drawn and the explosion was broken.
Chapter completed!