Five Immortals Gate

The other party had reached such a point and even wanted to hide. The old woman surnamed He let out bursts of cold laughter towards the empty space in the room.

Immediately, her body retreated out of the room.

Since she doesn't know the specific location of the magic weapon, she doesn't need to know. She can just hit the entire room with a covering attack and see where they hide.

Hearing the old woman's cold laughter and seeing the other person exiting the room step by step, Jia Fugui and Dong Lin Tingyue's hearts fell into the abyss in an instant.

They already understood the old woman's intention and knew what they would face in the next moment.

Donglin Tingyue's pretty face, half exposed outside the mask, had become paler.

They were locked by the cultivator of the God Transformation, and she had nothing to expect from the next result.

Although she had guessed that she would die today, when it finally came to this moment, she also deeply felt the emotions of those people in the other rooms before.

Donglin Tingyue bit her lip, but at the same time, her magic power began to gather.

Jia Fugui was also trembling with fat all over his body, but there was a fierce light in his eyes. Of course he was not willing to die here like this.

"Grandma's, let's see who dies first!"

He turned his hand, and a fist-sized pumpkin appeared in front of him.

At the same moment, Jia Fugui was chanting a spell quickly.

"beat!"

As soon as he pointed out, the golden melon disappeared in a flash like a shooting star chasing the moon, and hit the old woman surnamed He who had not completely exited the room.

Although Donglin Tingyue was scared, her reaction was not slow. When she suddenly saw Jia Fugui's fat body trembling, she sacrificed the magic weapon at all costs and directly attacked the old woman named He.

Immediately, the energy in her body was surging, she raised her jade hand, and silently, a piece of silver light shot out like dots of cold stars.

The old woman surnamed He who was retreating suddenly had a flash of light in her eyes. She suddenly raised a skinny palm and patted it lightly above her head.

When she struck out with her palm, a golden melon suddenly appeared from the void above her head, stabbed her forehead diagonally, and smashed it down hard.

"suddenly!"

A green light suddenly appeared on the palm of the old woman surnamed He, and it collided with the pumpkin in an instant.

"boom!"

After the two kinds of golden and green light collided together, there was a brief stalemate.

After half a breath, although the dazzling golden light continued to erupt from the pumpkin, it quickly dimmed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The green light on the palm of the old woman surnamed He has already shown a miserable blue color, and it contains a terrifying power that is stronger than the other. It surges against the golden melon like overlapping waves.

Although there were still layers of strength before and after, they all came together in an instant, and cracks began to appear on the surface of the melon body.

At this moment, the old woman surnamed He snorted again and drew her other hand across her chest.

Suddenly, a rapidly rotating dark green vortex appeared in front of her. The vortex had just appeared.

"Ding ding ding..."

A series of continuous sounds of gold and iron clashing, as dense as rain, the sound is soul-stirring.

The old woman surnamed He could see clearly that they were small silver needles as thin as a cow's hair, and there were hundreds of them.

Usually magic weapons such as needles and cones are extremely rare. Such magic weapons consume a lot of materials and are difficult to refine. They often appear in sets.

They are expensive and people buy them as soon as they appear on the market.

The reason is that this type of magic weapon has hidden attacks, extremely strong penetrating power, and wide coverage. It is usually a difficult magic weapon that monks are unwilling to face.

As soon as these silver needles reach the body, green whirlpools appear immediately.

The green vortex was like an iron plate with suction, sucking the silver needles one after another and taking them away from the original

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Attack position.

Facing the sudden attack, although the old woman surnamed He blocked it, her body was shaken and kept retreating, and the protective light shield also appeared at this time.

Those silver needles were quickly rotated by the dark green vortex and immediately flew around.

"Chi chi chi..."

There was another rapid sound like dense rain, and in an instant, thin pinholes appeared on the doors, windows, tables and chairs in the room in front of the old woman He.

The objects in these rooms seem to be undergoing rapid corrosion over time, constantly deforming and cracking.

All this is a long story, but it all appeared the moment the old woman surnamed He left the room.

And at the moment when those silver needles were bounced away, the mutation regenerated.

The golden melon that was in a stalemate with the old woman surnamed He was finally defeated by the old woman's powerful magic power. After a slight delay, it was knocked away.

But at the moment when it was shaken, black smoke suddenly appeared from the cracks on the pumpkin. As soon as the black smoke came out, it wrapped its head around the old woman.

Even the old woman surnamed He was shocked by this turn of events. She had guessed that these two people had magic weapons to resist the cultivators of the Transformation of Gods.

After all, the god-transformation monks in the fairy world are still in the low-level monk category, and at best they are about to enter the middle-level stage.

The golden melon that hit him had the power to threaten the early stages of becoming a god, but it still couldn't withstand the power of the palm of the old woman named He.

Her palm seemed light and airy, but the layer of green light on the palm was one of her magical arts.

It is made from corpse oil sacrifice and has ninety-nine overlapping yin powers. One level is higher than the other, one level is stronger than the other, and it is also highly corrosive.

In addition, Jia Fugui's cultivation was limited and he could not fully activate the power of the magic weapon, so he beat the golden melon until cracks appeared.

The old woman surnamed He already felt that this magic weapon was very good because it could compete with her own magical art.

But she never expected that this magic weapon not only had the power to threaten the monks who transformed into gods, but also had hidden murderous intent.

The face of the old woman surnamed He became more and more gloomy. She originally wanted the other party to know what despair and fear meant, but unexpectedly, the little Nascent Soul in the room actually dared to attack a god-transforming monk first.

She had just shaken the pumpkin open, and with a slight retraction of her arm, she suddenly turned her hand, and the gray ghost-faced sail that had appeared before was rolled into the black smoke.

The grimace sail swelled in the wind, and as soon as it appeared, it firmly protected the old woman named He, and the green grimace appeared on the canvas again.

As soon as the ghost face appeared, he smiled ferociously, opened his mouth wide, and a pillar of wind came out of his mouth. The wind pillar surged and stirred, and immediately wrapped the black smoke in it.

However, the ghost's face at this moment also showed an expression of pain, and the wind column in front became thicker and thinner, as if a huge monster was strutting left and right inside.

Every time the two sides collide, Ghostface will make bursts of ghostly howling sounds. Obviously, it is not easy for him to swallow the black smoke.

But in just over a breath, the black smoke had completely disappeared, and the old woman surnamed He also completely flew out the silver needles.

It was only then that the old woman surnamed He completely exited the room.

The two Jia Fugui in the room, since they decided to take action, they used all their strength to attack as soon as they came up, and all of them were attacks that could threaten the cultivator.

The old woman surnamed He exited the room and just stood still. All the explosions in front of her were still emitting aftermath and were quickly dissipating.

To others, it seemed as if she had been kicked out of the room.

Although the old woman surnamed He was not injured, she felt that many monks on the deck were looking over, and she suddenly felt some of her faces turning red.

But before she could get angry, the skin on her face twitched again.

Before the exploding light in front of her completely dissipated, a bit of cold light struck her instantly, caught in the aftermath of the explosion, and hit her chest.

In the room, Jia Fugui puffed out his cheeks and shouted loudly at the same time.

"disease!"

Outside the room, the old woman surnamed He quickly swept her consciousness and saw clearly that it was a long and narrow sword only about a foot long, and it had pierced her chest in the blink of an eye.

She did not retreat this time, but was filled with spiritual light. The grimace sail turned into a grimace shield, but it was not blocked in front of her chest, but diagonally, hitting it from top to bottom. That flying sword.

The flying sword had already touched her protective shield, and at the same time, the grimace shield had also hit her like a giant axe. ??

The next moment, the flying sword suddenly bifurcated from the tip of the sword and turned into two thinner snakes. They clung to the body surface of the old woman surnamed He, and struck from her armpits towards her back.

All these changes were coming to an extreme, but the face of the old woman surnamed He did not change at all. She still stood where she was, not even moving her hands.

And just when the two snakes reached each other's armpits, the grimace shield that was smashed down suddenly stretched and became thinner, and in an instant, it turned into a green ghost hand.

The palm on the other end grabbed a snake as fast as lightning. The movement was incredibly fast.

Almost at the same time, another same green and oily ghost hand suddenly appeared under the old woman's other armpit, and it was also Dou Tou who grabbed the snake.

Then the two arms, in a moment of blur, suddenly closed their palms in front of the old woman, and immediately brought the two snakes together, and one end and one tail were grasped by both hands.

The old woman surnamed He didn't see any movement on her body, but she saw the two green arms competing at the same time, and suddenly began to spin in the opposite direction.

The two snakes immediately started struggling desperately, their bodies twisting, their heads raised and spinning, making a sharp hissing sound.

At the same time, Jia Fugui's fat body in the room trembled violently, and at the same time he opened his mouth and spurted out a mouthful of blood.

There was also a painful groan in his throat. He "kick, kick, kick..." in the room and took a few steps back before sitting down heavily on the ground.

On the other side, Donglin Tingyue also hit the wall behind her hard after the silver needle was knocked away just now. As she breathed, blood mist splattered under her mask, and the bones on her arms appeared in the crackling sound. cracked.

The pain caused profuse beads of sweat to roll down her forehead...

Outside the room, just as Jia Fugui spurted out blood, the two snakes also let out their last scream. The next moment, the two snake bodies were blurred and transformed into a long and narrow sword.

But at this moment, the spiritual energy on the sword has become very dim, and it is just trembling slightly, and seems to be struggling unwillingly.

A cold light flashed in the eyes of the old woman named He, and her two green arms transformed into two gray ghost-faced sails again, and the long and narrow flying sword had disappeared. After being sealed by her, she had put it away.

This long and narrow flying sword was of good quality, but the person who controlled it was too weak and could not fully exert its power. Moreover, he allowed himself to take the opportunity to strike, causing serious injuries to the weapon spirit within it.

However, when she has time later, she only needs to re-sacrifice and warm up some more, and she should be able to slowly recover, and even after her own warm-up, her power will be even higher.

The two sides fought back and forth, and only more than three breaths of time passed in total, but they fought several times, with the rabbit rising and the falcon falling.

In the room, Jia Fugui stood up from the ground with some difficulty. He shook his head, and his consciousness was still tingling.

These magic weapons of his,

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It was originally used to save his life, and the basic target was a monk in the early stages of becoming a god. He did not seek to kill the enemy, but only sought to buy himself time at the critical moment to escape with his life.

But this time, he was at the end of his rope and had no choice but to use his full strength. But it is a pity that the other party is not only a cultivator of god transformation, but also a powerful existence in the middle stage of god transformation.

Although Jia Fugui was unable to fully exert the power of this level of magic weapon, in the end, the old woman surnamed He was not even injured at all.

Not only did he lose two precious magic weapons in a row, but he also suffered serious injuries from the backlash.

The last blow before was because the strength of his consciousness was too different from that of the old woman named He. As soon as he had his intention, the other party keenly sensed the position of his attack, so it only took a moment to wait and wait.

Jia Fugui didn't even have time to control the two snakes to avoid them.

At this moment, the old woman surnamed He outside the room was like a faintly erupting volcano, and her eyes were already looking into the room again.

"Two people are attacking. Are there only two people here? Where is the other one? Or is it that the remaining one does not have a magic weapon that can threaten me, so he did not participate in the attack just now..."

She had new doubts at this time, but this thought only flashed and was forgotten by her.

No matter how many people are in the room, after killing them all now, the final result will be determined.

In the room, Jia Fugui stood up, and at the same time several pills flew into his mouth. Donglin Tingyue had just swallowed the pills in her mouth. She had already raised her magic power and reached Jia Fugui's side in one step.

They didn't have time to refine the elixir to heal their wounds, because the old woman named He outside the room had already held the two-faced sail in her hands and looked into the room!

Jia Fugui rolled his thick neck and swallowed the pill with great effort.

He endured the stinging pain in his consciousness. Although he felt Donglin Tingyue approaching, he didn't even look at him.

And while waving his hand again, he said angrily.

"I think you, old bastard, will die first! Fairy Tingyue! Try again!"

The moment Jia Fugui spoke, twenty-five or six more magic weapons of various kinds suddenly appeared in front of him.

Although these magic weapons have different attributes and functions, they all exude astonishing spiritual energy fluctuations.

At this moment, he only has one magic weapon that can compete with the cultivator of the God Transformation, but it is a defensive magic weapon and can no longer actively attack.

Even if he is wealthy, he cannot have too many rare magic weapons.

However, there are still many other lower-level magic weapons in his body.

While Jia Fugui took out these magic weapons, he also looked at Donglin Tingyue fiercely, and Donglin Tingyue immediately understood what the other party meant.

She also bit her silver teeth and got four more magic weapons in her hand, as well as a third-level peak monster rouge bird.

Jia Fugui is going to fight hard again and explode a large number of magic weapons on his body. All of his magic weapons have the power of Nascent Soul level.

If so many magic weapons really exploded together, even the god-transformation monks might die at such a close distance, and even the giant boat would be blown up to cause some problems.

Donglin Tingyue on the other side was also shocked when Jia Fugui took out so many magic weapons at once.

After a moment's hesitation, he took out four magic weapons, but compared with the other party, Donglin Tingyue felt that he was just a beggar.

By this time, she also knew Jia Fugui's true character. Despite his lazy appearance and his valuing of peace in everything, he was actually a real ruthless person.

Outside the room, a terrifying power was already pulsing around the old woman surnamed He, and the two ghost-faced sails in her hands made a shrill ghostly howl.