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Chapter 77 Bronze Armored Little Spirit Man

Although it is only a low-grade spirit weapon, it is a spirit weapon.

Yu Wenxuan’s ancient killing sword was also a low-grade spiritual weapon, but with this sword, it condensed three thousand feet of spiritual appearance, alone fighting against the little supreme Blood Demon, and also singled out the fourth place in the previous year.

The power of the spirit weapon was terrifying, the two knew best.

“Yes, that is Nanming Lihuo Ding among the five great spiritual weapons of the Promise Dao Sect.”

Yu Wenxuan said:

“It is said that this thing is a treasure specially used by the Promise Dao Sect to refine and kill the disciples of Devil Dao. For those demon cultivators, it has a terrifying killing power. Once it is put into the cauldron, it will be refined by Nanming Lihuo. Finally, it is made into a Medicine Pill. After taking it, it can also strengthen the own Cultivation Base.”

Wang Mu’s pupils shrank:

“How can this spirit weapon sound more terrifying than your killing sword. It can make people alive into Medicine Pill, and can they take it by themselves?”

He wants to say, what is the difference between this and cannibalism?

“Yes, many righteous ways pretend to eliminate demons and defend the way, but some methods are more harmful than Devil Dao…. According to legend, the true holy demons disdain to harm the common people at all, but they call themselves demons, which means wanton and unrestrained, unrestrained, heaven and earth. Passable.”

Yu Wenxuan said:

“A long time ago, I also thought that the Heavenly Demon cult was an evil sect, but since seeing Mo Frightened, I found that my understanding of the demon is still too superficial. On the contrary, the Promise Dao Sect is the golden sign for Tianxing Dao. Bullying each Sect without fear.”

Wang Mu thought for a while, but did not comment.

The Promise Dao Sect and the Heavenly Demon Sect, each is the head of the righteous demon in the hundred thousand mountains, their own cultivation is still short, they have not been in contact with these two Sects, and many things are not qualified to speak.

“The topic is far off, let’s consider how to counter Ying Tianming.”

Although the other party is still climbing the Tongtian Vine, since there are people like Xi Tianyuan, it is estimated that they will soon be counted in the Hall of the Clouds and chase here.

Only by planning the battle in advance can you deal with emergencies.

Yu Wenxuan said:

“In the mysterious state of the last mountain, Ying Tianming had only four thousand zhang spiritual appearance. After he refined Nanming Lihuo Ding, he became five thousand zhang spiritual appearance, and it was Nanming Lihuo spiritual appearance, the ancient sacred fire in the fire. one.”

“From the perspective of the quality of the soul, his Nanming Lihuo phase is not weaker than your Thunder Mountain spiritual phase, but its strength is much ahead of you.”

At this moment, she suddenly said in a deep voice:

“But I remember you said earlier that your spiritual aspect has not yet condensed, so your spiritual aspect must be stronger, right?”

Wang Mu nodded:

“But it can’t be as strong as five thousand zhang.”

Before he was in the state of Deva unity, after condensing three thousand feet of spiritual appearance, he gradually struggled.

Without the blessing of Deva unity, it would be almost enough to condense three thousand five hundred zhang spiritual figures, and the ultimate strength cannot exceed four thousand zhang.

Besides.

The power of the spirit weapon is unmatched by Magical Item, and it has a terrifying ability.

Just as the previous Yu Wenxuan sacrificed the killing sword, the whole person started a state of transformation.

In fact, the transformation is just ridicule. The real reason is that Yu Wenxuan awakened the weapon spirit of the killing sword, and after the weapon spirit merged with her, she gained some of the magical powers of the weapon spirit.

That extremely fast speed is exactly the kendo supernatural power that the sword spirit has given her.

“Nanming Lihuo Cauldron’s weapon spirit is an ancient Lihuo Jiao. After Ying Tianming’s Fusion Artifact, his strength is completely comparable to the Foundation Building Dzogchen, and he will obtain the ancient Lihuo Jiao’s magical powers. This is terrifying information.”

Wang Mu thought for a moment, it seemed that he had all his cards, and he might have been able to beat him.

And even if he can barely contend, what should he do with three teammates?

This is the most terrifying thing, not only the difference in strength, but also the difference in number.

Do you expect Yu Wenxuan to hit three?

This is obviously impossible.

“In this way, we can only rely on the time advantage of arriving at the temple early to fight for the top of the mountain mysterious realm.”

Yu Wenxuan nodded and said:

“Yes, there is only this way at the moment.”

The two of them looked at each other and speeded up their pace.

So far, the two have only one choice, which is not to fight head-on with each other and reach the Cloud Hall at the fastest speed.

After all, the riddle of the mountain god is very clear, and the person who reaches the Temple of the Clouds first will receive the gift of the mountain god.

In other words, strength is not the only factor.

Whoever enters the Hall of the Clouds first will be the top of the mountain mysterious realm!

that’s all.

The two quickened their pace and moved forward frantically.

The scope of the sea of ​​clouds is extremely wide, and the two of them walked for more than a month in one breath, and finally came to a place that seemed to be a dividing line.

When the two came to the dividing line, the calm sea of ​​clouds suddenly began to vibrate and tremble!

Wandering endlessly in the sea of ​​clouds.

Suddenly a majestic, questioning, and powerful voice sounded.

“Who is here! Why trespass into the giant spirit temple?”

The moment this sound fell, the sea of ​​clouds around the two of them was rolling and rising, revealing the jasper-like clear ground.

An unspeakable wave of heat rises, blowing away the endless sea of ​​clouds.

I saw a five-foot villain with thick eyebrows, big eyebrows and a large eye, wearing a bronze armor, holding a double mace, and standing beside them.

The two can tell at a glance that this is a little soul.

Because he has two tentacles on his forehead, and his back spread out wings that are as thin as cicada wings.

The most important thing is that what he said is the language of the little spirit tribe.

“He is a five-foot little spirit man, equivalent to a master of the Foundation Building middle stage, and it seems… he is not the kind of little spirit man who collects honey.”

Wang Mu looked at each other.

This little soul is different from the Si’e I’ve seen before.

The latter looks exquisite and cute, harmless and kind, but now this whole body is muscular, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, and he still holds a double mace in his hands.

“It seems that the Little Spirit Race is really the same as the Human Race, with various identities and occupations.”

Wang Mu thought:

“The one we met before is supposed to be a buddhist little spirit who is not good at fighting, but good at communicating with nature.-But what we see must be a violent little spirit who is proficient in combat and has a strong fighting ability.”

Wang Mu thought for a while, and said in the language of the little spirit:

“Your Excellency, we are not malicious, we just came here along the sky vine, hoping to find the Cloud Palace.”

The bronze armored little spirit man was taken aback.

Unexpectedly, this human being could actually speak the language of the Little Spirit Race.

“You can understand me?”

Wang Mu said:

“If you guessed it correctly, you are a soldier guarding the periphery of the temple. We came up along the sky-reaching vine, and we interacted very well with the little spirits in the lower realm. They taught me the language of the little spirits.”

The other side thought for a moment, then suddenly remembered something:

“In that case, you are friends of the Si Ling clan! But according to the sign of Lord Shenling…If you want to participate in the banquet, you must show the post, otherwise, you will defeat me and go to the Yunzhong Temple with your strength.”

Wang Mu and Yu Wenxuan looked at each other, vaguely remembering that Sia’e said before that the gods of the little spirits invited many other gods to a banquet.

Those gods should have entered the Hall of the Clouds on the basis of their divine posts.

“Sorry, we don’t have a post.”

The bronze armored little spirit man laughed:

“In that case, even though you are friends of the Si Ling clan, you have to follow the rules. Let’s take me one trick first!”

After that, the smile narrowed, and he shouted angrily:

“Look at it!”