Mortal Cultivation: Starting from a Casual Cultivator

If it was a blood jade spider with no special lethality, Wang Li might really succeed in a war of attrition.

But for a powerful bloodline opponent like Mo Jiao, it can only be said that he is overthinking.

Besieged by hundreds of puppets, the ink cloud protecting his body rapidly decayed, and was once repelled to a corner by the powerful light beams and light bullets, his eyes were red.

"Roar."

Looking up to the sky, he took a mouthful of thick purple phlegm the size of a millstone, and it exploded before it touched the cave wall above, and then turned into light rain.

not good!

Wang Li was in a hurry, and while his body continued to move quickly, his right hand continued to inject mana into the golden brick talisman treasure, while his left hand slapped the storage bag and took out a dozen intermediate talismans that had removed the earth attribute talismans.

This is most of the mid-level inventory in his bag.

The total value must be above four thousand spirit stones.

However, at this moment, he didn't hesitate at all, and threw all his strength towards the old Jiao to restrain this big loach that was old but not dead. At the same time, quickly restrain those high-level puppets, trying to distract them and control them to retreat far away.

However, the puppets are not as dexterous as his own. Except for the flexible animal-shaped puppets, most of the other small puppets are watered by the rain that blows with the wind and covers a large area.

next moment.

"Shhhhh."

More than sixty high-level puppets who had no time to avoid being drenched in the water all made the sound of being corroded by strong acid.

War of attrition or something, Wang Li really believed in Old Devil Han's evil.

Not surprisingly, this mouthful of thick phlegm was exactly the elixir stored in the body of the old Mo Jiao.

If human monks condense mana into golden pills, then monsters condense their own pills into demon pills. The power of the fourth-level monster pill can be said to be second only to the golden pill.

It seems to be a great tonic, but in fact it is highly toxic.

This wave of confrontation made Wang Li's face almost turn green.

Thousands of spirit stones were lost in an instant.

But the good news is that, taking advantage of this period of time, the golden brick talisman has been inspired by him.

Urging the talisman while moving, this is a little trick he summed up after using the talisman many times and doing more research.

Normal monks would use the word "quick" to sit cross-legged on the ground and pour in mana with all their heart, and they would be able to mobilize successfully within a dozen breaths. As for Wang Li, relying on the multitasking of the Dayan Jue and his personal grasp of mana, he can artificially choose the activation while moving. The fly in the ointment is the time, it takes about thirty-five or six breaths.

The powerful golden light brick needs nearly fifty breaths!

"go!"

Facing more than a dozen intermediate-level light curtains that trapped the old jiao, but absolutely couldn't trap the old loach for more than five breaths, Wang Li smashed down the big golden brick with all his strength. And it was aimed at the greeting of his head.

At that moment, Wang Li wanted to remove the other few middle-level talismans that had not been destroyed by Lao Jiao and burned to ashes!

He was afraid that because of the blocking of several light curtains, the lethality of the golden light brick would be weakened.

But when he saw Lao Jiao taking a sip of the purple pill, easily piercing through several layers of light curtains, he instantly extinguished this thought.

Obviously, Lao Jiao also realized the danger, so he used his ultimate move.

Mojiao's elixir, but use a little less, has the same nature as Wang Li's use of intermediate talismans, which is equivalent to consuming one's own foundation.

"Boom boom boom"

The basic power of the talisman activated by mana in the foundation building period was already ten times greater than that in the qi refining period. At this moment, Wang Li even used a small method of overdrawing the lifespan of the talisman in order to ensure a one-hit success. The power of the brick increases by a few points. Quietly approaching two-tenths of the power of the real magic weapon.

This level is comparable to ordinary real treasures.

However, Lao Jiao still gave Lao Jiao a black water column mixed with elixir, which hit the air twenty feet above, which greatly reduced the speed and power of the fall.

"Hmph, don't think about it."

Fuck me!

Throwing a handful of thunderbolt beads, a large piece exploded on the way.

Lao Jiao just glanced at this kind of low-level magic weapon beads in disdain, then withdrew his contemptuous gaze, and devoted himself to the real threat: the four or five zhang-long golden brick.

Thunderbolt beads?

What kind of crap is that?

As a result, several blue beads hit Lao Jiao's head one after another, making him very annoyed. However, a burst of white light flashed, and the Tianleizi mixed in it burst into dazzling brilliance.

"Aww."

Under the white light, the old Jiao screamed heart-piercingly.

Wang Li frowned: Good meat, isn't this dead?

Before the white light was completely suppressed, without the obstruction of the black water column, the golden light bricks fell heavily!

"boom!"

The golden light flashed, and the golden arc sizzled. Until this moment, Wang Li, who was far away, had been hanging on his heart, and finally let go. Only then did he spit out the hot breath that was pent up in his chest.

"Patter."

With only two layers of mana left in his body, he fell to the ground exhausted.

The high-intensity movement of the sextet, although there is a stamina talisman for him to quickly restore his physical strength, but the detonation speed of tens of breaths of seventy to eighty meters per second is still too much burden for the fragile human body. This is still after he cuts the hair and washes the marrow, and when he is in the Qi refining period, the limit of more than 40 meters to maintain the quartet is the limit.

After killing the old Jiao, it is natural to search for spoils.

But out of caution, this time, Wang Li found out the cowardly mice and released all the little ones. Let the little guys first confirm whether the old Jiao is dead, and then let the little guys do a few laps around the swamp to eliminate hidden dangers.

He didn't want to suddenly emerge as a master.

As a result, Wang Li was relieved a lot.

The old Jiao died peacefully, and there is indeed no other life form in the swamp; of course, it cannot be said that there is no abnormality at all. Yet an breath of longing. The degree of desire was even stronger than the instinctive temptation to eat that the corpse of the old flood dragon produced for them.

It's just that Wang Li didn't have the thought of making troubles until all his mana was fully recovered.

Right now, collecting Laojiao's demon soul is the real business, and it might dissipate after a while.

With a wave of his hand, the golden brick talisman turned into a golden talisman and fell into his hand. Seeing the much dimmed light on it, Wang Li felt an unspeakable pain in his heart:

"The lifespan that could have been used for more than 30 times was directly reduced by more than half. Even if I just use it normally in the follow-up, I'm afraid I can only use it ten times at most."

I don't know if Wang Li's timing is a coincidence, or if the dragons are born with a predestined relationship with him: the soul pulling technique used on the big and small ink dragons did not fail, and he has successfully obtained a powerful living soul here.

Giant Tiger Puppet.

No, it should be said that the soul of the giant dragon puppet has disappeared.

Instead of being envious of other people's giant tigers, it is better to create one or two giant dragons by yourself. At that time, Huanglong and others from Qianzhu Sect, as well as Yuehuang and his like, might not be his favorites.

"Huh?"

Just when Wang Li was thinking about how to give face to the old Jiao who lost half of his head and flattened most of his head at the same time, he found something wrong with this big guy.

If I remember correctly, he shouldn't have attacked Lao Jiao's lower half of the snake's body protected by the scales, right?

But, why is there bleeding there?

Mr. Wang assured that this was definitely not the injury caused by him.

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