The Immortal Spiritual Picture

The aura of this small flag is wrong. It doesn't look like a magic weapon used by ordinary monks, but more like something used by demon cultivators.

"Of course not!

It's just that this fragment of a magic weapon used to be a magic weapon. "

The monk surnamed Guan denied it without hesitation.

The fragment of this magic cultivator's magic weapon was just something he got by chance, but it had also helped him kill many powerful enemies, and it was his strongest trump card.

The monk surnamed Guan looked at Gu Changhuan with no contempt at all.

Gu Changhuan didn't expect that this person would really answer him, so he couldn't help but ask again:

"Why did fellow Taoist say such things before? Isn't that fellow Taoist named Cheng your companion?"

The monk surnamed Guan snorted coldly, and then said:

"Companions? What a joke, where do casual cultivators have any companions?

The man surnamed Cheng has been worried about Guan's life for a long time, and he thought that Guan didn't know. He was really stupid.

However, Fellow Daoist Gu was very good at killing him so quickly without even leaving a trace. "

It's not that the monk surnamed Guan wanted Gu Changhuan to die and understand, but that he had just activated the fragment of the magic weapon and had already consumed a lot of real energy. At this moment, while answering Gu Changhuan's words, he tried his best to restore his real energy.

In order to delay it longer, the monk surnamed Guan asked:

"Fellow Daoist Gu, can you tell me how Guan knew that I would come to rob you all?

And how did you detect the trap of the spirit-delaying pill set by us? "

Gu Changhuan smiled. Naturally, he would not tell the person in front of him the reason, so he replied:

“I can’t tell you why.

Fellow Taoist Guan has rested for a while, you must have rested enough!

Let me send my Taoist friends off to the road! "

It was not that he was unaware of the delaying technique of the monk surnamed Guan. After he got what he wanted to know, he took action.

After Gu Changhuan finished speaking, he pinched the sword secret, and the Jin Hongkun Spirit Sword burst into aura, turning into a golden light and sweeping towards the monk surnamed Guan.

After that, Gu Changhuan's hands flew, and a fire bird that was more than ten feet tall formed and pounced towards the monk surnamed Guan.

Magic weapons can be defeated by thunder and fire spells.

The monk surnamed Guan secretly scolded Gu Changhuan for his lack of martial ethics. After knowing what he wanted to know, he turned against him without hesitation and took action. He didn't look like a family member at all, but more like a casual cultivator.

Fortunately, he had recovered some of his true energy. He didn't take the attack of Jin Hongkun Spirit Sword seriously. This spirit sword was full of bumps and bumps. Although the grade was second-order high-grade, its strength was even lower than the second-order mid-grade. No, he can blow this sword away with one punch.

But the Fire Bird Technique...

The monk surnamed Guan frowned and almost cursed: ŴŴŴ.

After repeated battles, he, a late-stage foundation-building monk with eight levels of foundation building, has almost consumed his true energy. How come this mid-stage foundation-building monk with six levels of foundation building can still perform the Fire Bird Technique to this extent!

Is he on drugs?

Or is this Firebird on drugs?

However, even so, the monk surnamed Guan did not panic. After all, the power of his magic weapon fragment was very powerful.

Facing the oncoming Fire Bird Technique, the monk surnamed Guan did not dodge:

Even if he dodges this attack, he won't be able to dodge the next one. As long as Gu Changhuan doesn't die and doesn't remove this spell, this fire bird will always exist.

Of course, he can also use magic to consume the firebird.

The monk surnamed Guan's true energy was injected fiercely into the black flag, and the black flag's aura was greatly enhanced.

Suddenly, a biting cold wind blew around, and even the sky darkened instantly.

Under the gloomy wind, the firebirds screamed and dispersed.

Gu Changhuan's expression condensed. It seemed that this magic weapon fragment was really difficult to deal with.

Black energy continued to pour out from the small black flags. The monk surnamed Guan waved the small flag and pointed at Gu Changhuan. As the black energy rolled, it transformed into several pitch black pythons and rushed toward Gu Changhuan in a menacing manner.

Before these black air pythons got close to Gu Changhuan, Gu Changhuan felt the biting coldness. He did not dare to be careless and took out the golden bowl to protect himself.

Then he used escape techniques to dodge, but the number of black snakes and pythons was increasing and their speed was getting faster and faster.

Gu Changhuan had a cold face. Ordinary spells were useless against black energy. It seemed that he had to use other means.

The black python hit the golden bowl, seemingly helpless for a moment.

Gu Changhuan didn't make any big moves yet, but the monk surnamed Guan couldn't hold it any longer. He hurriedly took a few pills to restore his true energy, and then hit a magic spell on the small black flag.

Several black snakes and pythons suddenly gathered into a huge black python. The black python was more than two meters thick. The black python had no eyes, but under the control of the monk surnamed Guan, it instantly aimed at Gu Changhuan.

I saw the black python opened its bloody mouth and swallowed Gu Changhuan whole in an instant!

"Changhuan!"

Seeing Gu Changhuan being swallowed into the snake's belly, Gu Shiyou panicked. His opponent, a treasure-hunting monk at the eighth level of Qi training, suddenly lit up. The magic weapon in his hand shone brightly and was about to hit Gu Shiyou's shoulder!

Gu Shiyou originally kept the pressure on him, but Gu Shiyou's distraction gave him an opportunity.

At the critical moment, a fiery red spiritual sword appeared out of nowhere and blocked the sword of the treasure-hunting monk. The swords collided and the sound of fighting brought him back to his senses.

Gu Shiyou broke into a cold sweat: He almost met the King of Hell just now!

"Uncle, don't be distracted!

We don't need to worry about Brother Seventeen. We have to concentrate on dealing with these treasure-catching monks in the Qi training period first. "

Gu Changyue said quickly.

She had seen Gu Changhuan show his power several times and kill enemies of higher ranks, so she had great confidence in him.

"I lost my sense of proportion. Thank you, Changyue. When we return to Bifeng Mountain, I will definitely thank you."

Gu Shiyou said while dealing with the enemy in front of him.

If it wasn't for Gu Changyue, he would have been finished.

"No problem. I heard that my uncle can refine the beauty pill. Just remember to leave a bottle for Changyue!"

Gu Changyue said, and with a pinch of the magic formula, a fireball went straight to the face of the treasure-hunting monk closest to her!

The beauty pill can maintain the appearance of the monk for a year, and is very popular among female cultivators. If there is no beauty pill, the female cultivator will have to spend a lot of spiritual power to nourish her appearance, which will delay her cultivation.

Although the beauty pill is only of the first-grade top grade, it is the most difficult to refine the first-grade top grade pill, so it is expensive and rare.

"One bottle is not enough. I should open a few furnaces of beauty pills for you because you saved my life."

At this time, the spirit sword had returned to Gu Changyue's body. She smiled and said:

"Uncle said, don't regret it!"

The monk split the fireball with a sword. Seeing that Gu Changyue was still talking about beauty pills during the battle, he was furious:

"What a little girl! You actually don't take me seriously!

You people of the foundation-building clan have been trapped by our senior Guan. I wonder how long you can be proud!"