Cultivation begins with the mysterious little tripod

The green-robed old man looked at the red-gold lightning with a sizzling electric light, and there was a trace of fear in his eyes. This thunder just restrained his poison miasma. He immediately used the protective aura, but did not intend to fight with his life magic weapon. He actually wanted to use the protective aura of the golden elixir cultivation to resist.

He expected that Wang Fu's foundation-building cultivation was only at that level, and even if he mastered the thunder magic, his power would not be enough to break through his protective aura at once.

Of course, the most important thing was that he did not want to miss this opportunity to capture and kill Wang Fu.

So he directly urged his life magic weapon to transform into a green poisonous snake and shoot at Wang Fu. As long as his life magic weapon could kill the opponent before the protective aura was broken, it would be a success.

At the same time, his whole body of spiritual power shook violently, trying to break the chains that bound him. As the spiritual power surged, most of the chains broke immediately. When he was about to activate the spell again, his body suddenly stagnated, and a strange blood flush rose on his face, and then he turned pale and bloodless.

Even the spiritual power around him stagnated, and the spiritual light of the body dimmed, like a rootless duckweed.

The green-robed old man was shocked and angry!

He knew it well.

This was because he had consumed too much spiritual power in order to resist the continuous attacks of the formation, and his life span was not much, so he was weak for a moment.

As long as he was given a few breaths and slowed down, he could still shatter these chains in an instant.

But the thunder had already arrived, and the green-robed old man could only do his best to maintain the spiritual light of the body to resist, and dared not be careless and distracted.

At this moment, Wang Fu was ecstatic!

Seizing this opportunity, he not only activated the [Golden Thunder Sword Art] to condense eighty-one sword lights again, but also condensed a red-gold giant sword several feet in size with the size of the sword formation and slashed it over. He also flicked his finger, and the Ten Thousand Souls Banner wrapped around his fingertips quietly disappeared.

Gusts of cold wind appeared on the turtle-shaped hill for no reason, but unfortunately the old man in green robe was enduring the discomfort all over his body and urging the sword light to protect his body with all his strength, and he did not notice it.

Many methods were completed in an instant, and even Wang Fu was a little overwhelmed. At this time, the poisonous snake transformed by the green snake staff attacked him.

Fortunately, Wang Fu was well prepared. The flag of the formation was suspended above his head. While the spirit stones were consumed crazily, a huge shield shaped like a turtle shell was condensed by the formation to protect him.

The emerald green snake transformed by the snake staff hit the tortoise-shell light shield. Although cracks appeared soon, it was temporarily blocked. But before Wang Fu could breathe a sigh of relief, two streams of green and black venom spurted out from the fangs of the emerald green snake, and the tortoise-shell light shield was about to collapse.

Wang Fu was shocked!

He still underestimated the life treasure of a peak cultivator in the early Jindan period.

He immediately used the Thunder Huang escape method to dodge, but because the series of methods he used before consumed 80% to 90% of his spiritual power, the speed of the Thunder Huang escape method was also much slower.

After the emerald green snake staff smashed the tortoise-shell light shield, it hit him directly on the chest.

Seeing this, the green-robed old man was full of surprise. If he hadn't maintained his body aura and struggled to resist the attack of the giant sword and the red-gold thunder, he would have laughed out loud.

He couldn't understand why this seemingly ordinary boy mastered several means that could threaten Jindan cultivators. Whether it was the red-gold thunder or the giant sword with lightning, its power was comparable to the attack of ordinary Jindan cultivators.

If he hadn't lived for hundreds of years and had reached the peak of the early Jindan stage, he would have really capsized in the gutter.

Thinking of this, the green-robed old man finally felt relieved. Victory would eventually belong to him.

But just when he relaxed his vigilance, a strange black and red flag suddenly appeared above his head, and a huge ghost figure emitting a strong ghost aura stepped out and punched down.

The green-robed old man was shocked!

What is this? Wasn't that boy hit by his life magic weapon? Why can he still use his means?

At the same time, the soul-devouring ghost fire that had been hidden behind the golden thunder suddenly emerged, and instantly grew stronger with great power, turning into a huge cold and pale flame that wrapped around the green-robed old man's body. The protective aura that was already alternating between real and fake.

The protective aura suddenly dimmed.

The ghost's giant fist fell.

The green-robed old man was so scared that he wanted to use the magic weapon on his feet to escape, but he was bound by the formation chains. He could only summon his life magic weapon with all his strength. At the same time, he ignored the dim golden elixir in his dantian and consumed his origin to support the protective aura.

However, he was too weak.

The life magic weapon was too late to come back to help.

The protective aura was shattered with a "bang" under the pale flame and the ghost's giant fist.

The pale flame climbed up his body, and his soul seemed to be ignited. The green-robed old man couldn't help but scream in pain. When his eyes were broken, he saw the black figure standing intact several feet away from him.

He spurted out a mouthful of reverse blood.

An ancient green flying sword passed over his neck, and the pain disappeared immediately. Only the dizzy vision and a "dong" sound came from his ears, and then it returned to darkness.

Wang Fu looked at the headless body on the ground, and the head that rolled to the ground with its eyes open. He could no longer suppress his injuries, stumbled and fell, and a mouthful of blood gushed out of his mouth. His face was pale and bloodless.

He lifted the clothes on his chest, looked at the black area, and then looked at the long spear with cracks and spiritual energy not far away. He was terrified.

"If it weren't for this "weapon replacement technique", I'm afraid I would have died under the attack of the snake staff magic weapon. Even so, part of the snake staff's attack was still transmitted. If its power was a few points stronger, my internal organs would probably be shattered by the remaining force."

"It seems that the "weapon replacement technique" performed with the best spiritual weapon cannot completely immunize against the attacks of Jindan cultivators. If it encounters the attacks of Jindan middle or even late stage cultivators, it is probably basically useless."

Thinking of this, Wang Fu sighed.

Looking at the culprit, the green snake staff, he was about to use the control technique to grasp it from a distance, but as soon as the spell touched it, the green snake staff actually sent a strong resistance force, and then in Wang Fu's surprised look, it flew into the air, circled around the body of the green-robed old man for a few circles, and flew away in the distance.

It was actually trying to escape.

"It is worthy of being the life magic weapon of Jindan cultivators..."

Wang Fu looked at the green snake staff magic weapon that was about to leave, and secretly thought it was a pity. Magic weapons have weapon spirits. Although most of them cannot be visible, they have independent consciousness.

With Wang Fu's current weak condition, let alone taking action to suppress it, if he is forced too hard, the snake staff may turn around and attack him.

So Wang Fu could only watch it gradually disappear into the sky, without any way to deal with it.

However, at this moment, the small tripod in the body moved slightly, and then Wang Fu heard a familiar crisp "cry" in his ears. He felt overjoyed after a spiritual sense.

"Xiaohong..."

It was the little red bird of thunderbird that had been sleeping for a long time, and it had awakened.

"Level 3 spirit beast..." Wang Fu only felt it slightly, and he felt that the little red bird had been reborn and grown into a level 3 spirit beast comparable to a Jindan cultivator.

Wang Fu's eyes turned, and he quickly said to the still confused little red bird:

"Xiaohong, go and suppress the snake staff magic weapon!"

When the little red bird heard this, its smart little eyes blinked, and then it turned into a red light and disappeared into the sky. Seeing this, Wang Fu finally breathed a sigh of relief.

He didn't know the origin of the green-robed old man. If he had powerful relatives or elders, the snake staff magic weapon might reveal his whereabouts and cause great trouble.

Fortunately, the little red bird woke up. As long as the snake staff magic weapon could be suppressed and brought back, it would be fine.

With this in mind, Wang Fu didn't have time to think about it. After putting away his natal flying sword and the Ten Thousand Souls Banner, he summoned the soul-seeking beast to protect him. He sat cross-legged on the ground, swallowed several pills condensed by the small tripod, and practiced the skills to recover his injuries and the spiritual power he consumed.

The battle made him try his best without any reservation.

He didn't even have the spiritual power left to activate the Ten Thousand Souls Banner to detain the soul of the green-robed old man.

It wasn't until several hours later that Wang Fu finally opened his eyes in the worried eyes of the soul-seeking beast.