My Brothers Are Geniuses While I’m The Useless One

"That's good." Situ Yunqi made the last hand seal and threw the Jiugong God-killing Banner into the air with confidence and boldness.

The cloth flag grew long in the wind, and in the blink of an eye it turned into a huge wind flag about two feet high. Runes were reflected in the sky, forming a silhouette of a human figure.

This figure was as tall as a mountain and majestic. Although his face was a bit blurry, his expression looked even more solemn.

"All laws of heaven and earth will be destroyed!" A low and sharp shout sounded in the ears, vast and distant, as if it spanned time and space.

At the same time as the sound sounded, the figure raised his right arm and pressed it with his palm. The entire Nine Nether Valley was enveloped by that giant palm.

The originally gloomy and weird valley became even more oppressive, and even the countless demon spirits roaring around seemed to turn to stone and became quiet.

"Be careful!" Gu Fenghua's heart was shaken. The power of the Nine Palaces God-killing Banner actually exceeded her expectations.

Others were also shocked and quickly circulated the holy energy to condense layers of shields outside their bodies. At the same time, they also injected the holy energy into the defensive magic weapon that Gu Fenghua personally refined.

Although these defensive instruments are of extremely high grade, and the array can be turned on by itself in a life-or-death situation, if holy energy is actively injected into them, the defense can be increased by one level.

"Haha, it's true that I, Situ Yunqi, have no ability to keep things under control when traveling in the world. It would be too underestimated for our Situ clan." After all, the ancestral Jiugong God-killing Banner was too badly damaged, and Situ Yunqi had not been sure to return it before. It can be used, so I don't dare to talk too much about it, but now that I have successfully sacrificed the artifact, the old magic stick naturally started to shake. Looking at the towering figure in the air, a proud smile appeared on his face.

But while smiling, his expression suddenly changed: "Oh no!"

"What's wrong?" Gu Fenghua asked subconsciously.

"I, I forgot to prepare a protective weapon for myself!" The old magician's face turned pale with fright.

"..." Gu Fenghua, Luo Enen and others all had black lines.

This old man is indeed a master in the world of death.

Everyone's defensive weapons were already in operation, and it was obviously too late to give them to him at this time. Gu Fenghua and others used their skills at the same time, and the holy energy came out of his body, helping to put layers of shields around Situ Yunqi's body.

"Boom!" Almost at the same time, the majestic figure shot down in mid-air.

In the valley, the strong wind roared, flying sand and rocks, and the shadows of countless ferocious beasts turned into nothingness. The defensive necklaces and defensive bracelets worn by Gu Fenghua and others also bloomed with thousands of rays of divine light, and shattered one after another amidst the crunching sounds of "kick-kick-kick-kick".

Invisible huge force, like boulders thrown by a trebuchet, fell heavily on them, and the protective air shields were broken one after another.

Gu Fenghua and Zhong Lingxiu were a little better, but their bodies were shaking violently, and they quickly circulated holy energy to protect the vital points of their meridians. Luo Enen, Ye Wuse, Bai Fatty, and Su Muyun had pale faces. Xie Youran and Fang Tianyou spat out a mouthful of blood.

After a while, the dust dispersed, and the majestic figure in the mid-air had disappeared. The Jiugong God-killing Flag returned to its original size and was stuck on the ground and fluttering in the wind.

Everyone looked at each other with fear on their faces.

Fortunately, they sacrificed their defensive magic weapons in time and gathered energy shields to protect their whole bodies, instead of trying to forcefully confront the Jiugong God-killing Banner. Otherwise, even if the power of the concentrated sword reaches the peak of the ninth-grade Emperor Saint, most of them will be defeated. To be seriously injured.

"Where's the old magic stick?" Luo Enen asked after regaining his breath.