Sun's journey to immortality

Although this battle was one against many, and the opponent's strength was obviously higher, Sun Mingsheng did not have much fear in his heart. His first belief was still to kill the songgu bird that was tracking the aura.

Only by killing it can the fleeing flying magic weapon and the family monks be guaranteed safety. As for the specific means of the Songgu Bird's pursuit, Sun Mingsheng did not pursue it, not to mention that it is too late now to find out the reason.

"You want to kill my Minggu Bird so easily?" The third monk had obviously expected this situation. A shield-shaped spiritual weapon that was crudely made like rough dry bark had already blocked Minggu with a flash. The front of the bird.

"Dang!" There was only a crisp sound, and the ready-to-go flaming blade directly hit the dry bark-like spiritual weapon. Apart from leaving a dark burning mark, it did not obtain any corresponding results. Results.

The expression on Sun Mingsheng's face did not change at all. He opened his mouth and sprayed out three fire beads in the shape of a glyph to attack the owner of the singing valley bird.

Although the Fire Flame Pearl is only the second-level low-grade, it has reached the top of the same level, and its power far exceeds that of the Fiery Blade.

Since the Songgu Bird cannot be hunted at the beginning of the battle, his attack target will naturally be shifted early. There is usually a fixed contract between the spirit beast and its owner. Once the owner dies, the spirit beast will naturally not be able to survive alone.

For Sun Mingsheng, he only needs to kill the owner of the Minggu Bird in the early stage of foundation building, and he can also achieve the intended purpose, but it just requires a few more means.

"Well done." It was obviously not the first time for the owner of the Minggu Bird to encounter this kind of situation. Facing the attack from Huo Yanzhu, not only did he not show any fear, but he actually showed an expression of eagerness to try.

Naturally, the other two monks would not stand aside and watch the fun. They each used their handy spiritual weapons and slashed at Sun Mingsheng from the left and right with their swords and swords.

The quality of the two spiritual weapons was above the horizontal line, and the cold light they emitted made Sun Mingsheng feel hairy all over his body. They obviously posed quite a threat.

"Edict" Sun Mingsheng still looked forward to the attack, turning a blind eye to the attacks of the two spiritual weapons. Under the impact of mana, he continued to hit the owner of the singing valley bird, looking unworthy. He looks determined to never give up.

Just when the swords on the left and right sides were about to strike, a red snake and a fire monkey holding a hammer suddenly appeared on their path.

The reason why the souls of the two monster beasts did not appear as soon as the battle broke out was because they were waiting for this most critical moment.

If it were a simple fight, they would naturally be no match for monks of the same level, but it was more than enough to entangle two spiritual weapons coming from a distance and buy a little time.

The red snake soul's body continued to lengthen, like a thread that had been tempered for thousands of times, trapping the flying knives from the skinny monk who was also in the early stage of foundation building.

The Fire Monkey made a leap, and his arms were constantly raised under the fullness of mana. He waved the hammer in his hand and struck hard and accurately on the center of the monk's spiritual sword from the middle stage of Foundation Establishment.

As a crisp sound came, the spirit sword shook in the air and passed by Sun Mingsheng. Apart from an inconspicuous wound left by the sword energy on his shoulder, there was no other substantial damage. .

At this moment, Sun Mingsheng had appeared in front of the owner of the Minggu Bird. The three fire beads formed in the shape of a finished attack were the first to land on the dry tree bark-shaped defensive weapon that appeared again.

This spiritual weapon, which looks quite rough on the outside, is actually a genuine and high-quality defensive spiritual weapon. It is also the treasure that Sun Mingsheng has been searching for all this time.

But how can the Fire Flame Bead be compared to ordinary spiritual weapons such as the Fiery Blade? The three fire beads were like three fiery red meteorites falling from the sky, hitting the dry tree bark that had firmly blocked the owner of the songgu bird behind him.

There was no substantial damage to the dry bark, only three fist-sized dents were left. However, the huge force carried in this attack acted directly on the monk's body.

Perhaps the owner of the singing valley bird never expected that among the monks in the foundation building stage, there would be someone who launched an attack comparable to some physical cultivators.

Unprepared, his figure flew away like a worn-out sack, with a trace of blood leaching out from the corner of his mouth.

"Hoo" Sun Mingsheng was also very flexible, bypassing the dry tree bark spiritual weapon that was already spinning and losing its direction, and pursued the monk who flew away upside down.

"Boy, how dare you!" He said it too late and then too quickly. All this happened in just three or five breaths. The pursuing monks also did not expect such an unexpected change.

In the middle stage of foundation building, the monk Yisheng shouted, and the flying sword that had regained control spun around and chased in his direction. Unfortunately, the long distance between the two sides took a certain amount of time.

At this time, Sun Mingsheng had quickly closed the distance with the Mingguniao monk, and he opened his mouth to spit out a stream of hot flames, submerging him in it.

Under his control, the flames turned into flaming red ropes. Before the monk who robbed his family could exert his own strength, he had completely lost his breath of life under the burning of the scarlet spiritual fire.

The Minggu Bird naturally had no way to escape. The spirit beast that had been hidden in the spirit beast bag died at the same time when its master fell.

At this time, the other two monks had just gotten rid of the entanglement of the souls of the two monster beasts. Their eyes were widened, and streams of white breath were sprayed from their nostrils. The feeling of sadness for the death of a rabbit and a fox was inevitable.

The three foundation-building monks have been working together to intercept caravans for more than ten years. The cooperation between the two parties is quite tacit. The unexpected loss of the songgu bird this time is obviously very detrimental to the later tracking.

Of course, this does not mean that Sun Mingsheng has the upper hand in this battle. Before this, he had only relied on surprise and unpreparedness.

Being able to successfully kill a monk of the same level in a continuous attack inevitably involves some luck.

With one against two, there is a monk in the middle stage of foundation building. Once they get serious, he will be the one who is at a disadvantage and gets beaten passively. There is no doubt about this.

"Second brother, the enemy is in trouble, use all your strength to avenge the third child," the disabled monk at the head ordered decisively, his tone full of malice.

He opened his mouth and took a breath into his stomach, and a sharp cold light was ejected from the flying sword that had been chasing in the air. The already fast forward speed suddenly doubled.

This spiritual sword had been following Sun Mingsheng. After accelerating, it appeared in front of him in an instant without any room for dodge.

Another monk with a skinny figure took out a writing brush that was almost ten feet long. As if he was holding a heavy weight in his hand, the dyed ink was swayed in the air, and a word "trap" was quickly formed.