Rebirth without Regrets

Chapter 387: Fighting (2)

"Bang!" Two completely different rays of light, one white and one gold, collided together, making a terrifying sound like thunder. The glass in the basement also shattered under the violent impact and flew in all directions.

The middle-aged man's expression changed, his body was trembling slightly, and a trace of blood oozed from the corner of his mouth! He looked at the calm and charming Situ Huanzhu in the mask of disbelief. He couldn't believe it at all, how could a ghost immortal have such a thing on his body?

Is there such a pure body-protecting magic weapon? I was inexplicably horrified in my heart. I gritted my teeth and held on, muttering something in my mouth. Then with a loud shout, a burst of black-purple lightning suddenly shot out from the "pupil" and returned to Situ.

The beads shot away.

"You are not overestimating your own capabilities!" Situ Huanzhu smiled coldly, and the white light protecting his body was like a huge wave at high tide, suddenly sweeping towards the black-purple electric light with the force of thunder.

"Chi—" The black and purple electric lights that came one after another were swept away by the white light, and suddenly disappeared without a trace. The middle-aged man also screamed and staggered to the ground, with blood spurting out from his mouth.

The originally shining golden "pupil" on his forehead actually had black blood droplets oozing out of it!

"Giggle..." In mid-air, Situ Huanzhu smiled charmingly. His slender skin seemed to be holding a strange snow-white ancient jade plaque. The thick white protective shield around it suddenly gathered into a ball, and was covered by the jade plaque.

He sucked it in and slowly landed on the ground. He was extremely proud of himself, and at the same time he was extremely grateful to Leng Binghan. If Leng Binghan hadn't given him the most precious treasure, the Condensing Yuan Cold Light Jade, he would have won even if he won today.

After an extremely arduous battle, it is hard to say that the thousands of years of painstaking practice will come to naught. But now when facing someone with "pupil eyes", I can do it with almost no effort. All of this is thanks to Leng Binghan.

Give.

Situ Huanzhu, who was in a happy mood, didn't bother to care about the middle-aged man sitting on the ground, and wanted to leave with Qin Mei.

But at this moment, a middle-aged man was heard shouting angrily: "Don't leave, you monster, look at my magic weapon from Maoshan!" After saying that, he opened his arms, and a whirlwind whipped up from the ground, forming a strong small tornado.

Soaring into the air, a gray robe suddenly appeared in the air along with the rapidly rotating tornado.

The Taoist robe unfolded in mid-air. The originally old gray Taoist robe suddenly shone with thousands of auspicious lights. In the aura, the Taoist robe became larger and larger, and countless demon-conquering talismans were faintly visible.

"Oh? So you are a disciple of Maoshan. No wonder. I'm afraid you set the ban, right?" Situ Huanzhu glanced at the middle-aged man in surprise, then raised his head and glanced at the rays of light above his head.

His face showed a solemn look.

"Yes, the Nine Mysterious Confinement Technique is my unparalleled secret in Maoshan. How can it be broken by ordinary people!" The middle-aged man said with a trace of blood on the corner of his mouth. The strange thing is that he was tired and exhausted just a moment ago.

At this time, his face changed from a dejected look and became lively. The tired look in his eyes was disappearing bit by bit, replaced by a burning enthusiasm.

"You stinky Taoist priest, you actually help the barbarians to set up such a vicious restriction, you can't get around you!" Situ Huan's beady face was full of violence, and the originally elegant and beautiful flower-like dimples were now as cold as frost, and even more transparent

There was a heartbreaking haze. In fact, she had no objection to this ban no matter how sinister it was, but it almost hurt Leng Binghan, which made her even more angry. Now that she saw the culprit, she would never let him go.

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"Hmph, this robe is the treasure of the sect passed down by the founder of Maoshan Mountain, Ge Hongzhenren. It specializes in subduing demons and exterminating demons. Today I will let you have a taste of its power!" The middle-aged man roared angrily, and the golden light of the Taoist robe shone brightly in the sky.

Then, with the power of wind and thunder, it was like a mountain bearing down on the top of a mountain, and it pressed down hard on Situ Huanzhu.

Ge Hong was a senior monk in the Eastern Jin Dynasty. His cultivation was unpredictable, and he was one of the few legends to achieve perfection and ascend to the heavens in the daytime. Since it was the robe he left behind, its power should not be underestimated. Therefore, Situ also

Although Zhu showed disapproval, she didn't dare to slack off in her heart. She raised her eyebrows and shot out holy beams of light from the Condensing Yuan Cold Light Jade in her hand towards the golden robe.

Just as the beam of light shot out, the robe arrived carrying thousands of demon-subduing talismans and seals. When the two treasures collided heavily, the sound of air friction was as sweet as the sound of metal.

"Boom -" there was a loud noise, and the white light gradually dimmed, became darker and darker, gradually blurred, and twisted again, like a glass mirror, gradually cracked, fragmented, and turned into several fragments, flying in the empty air. Holding a hand

Situ Huanzhu of Ning Yuan Han Guang Jade couldn't help but groan, and was even more horrified in his heart. Is this Ge Hong's robe really so sharp that not even Ning Yuan Han Guang Jade can match it?

"Haha, let me see what other magic weapons you can have!" The middle-aged man showed an ecstatic expression on his face, and with a twist of the magic weapon in his hand, he wanted to use the Taoist robe to smash this beautiful ghost fairy to pieces like thunder.

This Taoist robe is the treasure of Maoshan Mountain. It has always been regarded as a forbidden treasure by Maoshan Mountain and is never loaned out. Although the middle-aged man is extremely talented, his mind is not right.

Later, with evil thoughts, he kept doing it and simply stole this treasure. He defected from Maoshan and joined the God-killing Organization. Since he could not practice the highest level of Taoism in Maoshan, he could only use his essence and blood to

As a medium to drive this treasure, his lifespan will be shortened every time he uses it. Therefore, he will not use it easily unless it is absolutely necessary. Now of course, he wishes he could cut this ghost into thousands of pieces at this time to solve the problem in his heart.

hatred.

Situ Huanzhu was a little panicked, and a feeling of powerlessness suddenly surged in his heart. But looking at the Taoist robe that was about to be pressed down heavily, he gritted his teeth and wanted to give up his cultivation and die with him.

But at this moment, "Whoosh -" the originally menacing Taoist robe suddenly disappeared with golden light, and fell gently withered, no different from an ordinary piece of clothing - it is estimated that even an ant was killed at this time.

It cannot be crushed to death. It is estimated that when two treasures are put together, both sides will be injured.

Both of them were stunned by this extremely strange turn of events.

"Giggle..." After a while, Situ Huanzhujiao smiled and said: "Is this the magic weapon of your Maoshan sect? I think it's nothing more than that. Could it be a fake?"

"You!" The middle-aged man was anxious and annoyed. His face turned blood red, but it was horribly red. He couldn't help but let out a long and shrill scream in pain, which was heard for nine days, like thousands of horses galloping.

Like a sea tide hitting a shore, its sound radiates in all directions like rows of tangible waves.

"I must make your soul fly away!" After a long time, the middle-aged man gritted his teeth and forced out these words with strong murderous intent. After saying this, he didn't even bother to put away his Taoist robe, and took out a spiritual talisman.

With a flick of his finger, the magic talisman started to burn. As the middle-aged man chanted a spell, the magic talisman in his hand flew into the air, like a vortex, absorbing a large amount of energy from the surroundings. The energy was getting bigger and bigger, and the sound of wind and thunder could be faintly heard.

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"Not good!" Situ Huanzhu's face darkened, and a strange light flashed in his eyes.

She could already see that this was the Maoshan sect's special skill, the Heavenly Thunder Talisman. Although it was not as powerful as Leng Binghan's Nine Heavens Mysterious Thunder that was full of awe-inspiring celestial energy, it was still extraordinary.

A sharp weapon. Especially since Situ Huanzhu had been suppressed in Leng Binghan's hands, he had a shadow in his heart towards this thunder and lightning.

Just when he was panicking, the middle-aged man shouted: "Thunder from the sky descends on the demons, five thunders strike in succession! Quick——"

As soon as he finished speaking, "Boom--" lightning flashed and thundered in the air. Suddenly, a huge bolt of lightning made a rumbling roar and struck Situ Huanzhu head-on. The electric arc was like a flowing wave, radiating in all directions, flashing a sad and beautiful light.

, densely moving toward Situ Huanzhu. Thick murderous aura rushed out endlessly from the lightning, as if it wanted to swallow everything in the world!

In panic, Situ Huanzhu activated the Ning Yuan Cold Light Jade to emit a white light shield, protecting himself and Qin Mei closely.

"Boom -" The sky thunder hit Situ Huanzhu's protective light shield heavily. Under the huge force, the light shield made ripples, and Situ Huanzhu's face changed and turned slightly pale.

. She felt like a destructive force seeping out from countless angles, stimulating, and constantly tearing every inch of her skin, as if it wanted to tear all life into pieces that were never complete. In the end,

What is horrifying is that the force exerted on every inch of skin is spiraling crazily into the body.

The middle-aged man was overjoyed and hurriedly led the remaining four thunderbolts to strike down heavily.

"Boom—Boom—Boom—Boom—" Four more earth-shaking loud noises suddenly sounded in the secret room.

Golden light burst out, the wall shattered, and a cloud of dust flew in the air.

The middle-aged man looked around with wide eyes, wanting to see what happened to Situ Huanzhu under his sharp thunder attack. Unfortunately, the dust in the secret room blocked his view, so he couldn't see clearly.

Suddenly, the dust mist suddenly disappeared, and then, Situ Huanzhu's charming voice came: "Five thunders are fired in succession. Although it is powerful, what can it do to me!? If you have the ability, let's see if you can fire five more thunders!"

Although Situ Huanzhu's face was pale and there was a slight blood stain on the corner of her mouth, she still stood in front of him gracefully and charmingly. However, the protective light shield had disappeared, and the cold light in her palm had also lost its luster. Obviously

Yes, the thunder from the sky still has some effect.

The middle-aged man's expression changed drastically. He had even used all his efforts to keep everything under control, but he still couldn't do anything to deal with this thousand-year-old ghost and immortal?

Just as Situ Huanzhu said, although the power of this Heavenly Thunder Talisman is huge, it was exquisitely crafted by Master Maoshan using an ancestral secret method. Every disciple who enters the hall can have one for self-defense, which is called the "Thunder Talisman".

The "Thunder Talisman of Protection" can only be used in situations of life and death, and there will never be a second one.