Chapter 682: Majestic
That's what the monster beast in front of you is!
Because the spirit has not yet been opened, it is slightly inferior in terms of combat effectiveness. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info
But it's even more difficult.
Because there is no intelligence, it will not judge the situation, even if it is at a disadvantage, it will not escape, but stalking, saying that it is brave to say that it sounds good, and it is a stupid demon beast to say that it is ugly.
But either way, it's a headache guy.
Changing the two cultivators of the same rank and Ling Xian changed places, most of them were already frightened and fled.
Of course Ling Xian wouldn't be so useless, the corners of his mouth even carried a bit of sarcasm!
He is not what he used to be, and the existence of a mere god level is not worth mentioning.
Just to test your true strength.
"Ling'er, don't move, I'll deal with this guy. ”
Ling Xian commanded like this.
First, it is to test one's own strength.
As for these two, it is also a care for Ling'er, although her strength is not bad, but girls, even if they are immortal cultivators, are afraid of spiders and centipedes and other demon insects.
The two meet in a narrow way!
The sound of a spider's hissing reaches the ears.
It suddenly opened its mouth, and the dense spider silk was like a torrent, like Ling Immortal swarming away.
The momentum is amazing!
"Look for death!"
Ling Xian's face sank, he snorted coldly in his mouth, and more than ten fireballs surged out of his sleeves.
With a twist, these fireballs swelled to a square circle.
At the same time, Ling Xian stretched out his finger a little, and a fiery red immortal sword flew out of his sleeve.
It's not the Fire Phoenix Sword!
I know my own supernatural powers.
If the Fire Phoenix Sword is sacrificed, there can be no suspense about the outcome at all, and it will lose the meaning of considering one's own strength.
Therefore, Ling Xian planned to use an ordinary fire attribute treasure to see what his strength was in this situation?
Rumble!
A loud bang came to the ears.
As soon as the fireball made contact with the gray spider silk, it was instantly submerged.
Ling Xian's pupils shrank.
This spider silk is completely different from those little spiders just now, it is more than several times more powerful, and ordinary flames are useless at all.
However, stunned to stunned, of course Ling Xian couldn't be afraid of anything, with a little right hand, the immortal sword that was sacrificed suddenly became several zhang square.
This is still because the area of the cave is not wide enough, otherwise the immortal sword sacrificed by Ling Xian could be much larger.
The next moment, the red light flashed, and this fairy sword slashed forward in a flash.
Although it was just an ordinary treasure, its power was still staggering after being driven by Ling Immortal's secret technique.
But it was useless at all, the spider silk was extremely soft, and it didn't work hard at all, and the giant sword slashed up, not only failed to cut off the spider silk, but was entangled by the other party.
Stealing chickens and rice was not successful, and Ling Xian's face was extremely gloomy.
And that's not the end of it.
When the spider silk wraps the fairy sword layer by layer.
Ling Xian was surprised to find that the aura of the Immortal Sword had dimmed a lot, and the red glow had dissipated, replaced by a jet-black color.
Needless to say, the spirituality of this treasure has been damaged a lot.
The spider silk spit out by the other party has the effect of corroding treasures.
Ling Xian was shocked.
Then, a shrill hissing sound reached the ears.
The spider's body was slightly blurred, and it actually rushed closer.
What is this, teleportation?
This thought flashed through his mind, and Ling Xian didn't have time to distinguish anything at all, the other party had already raised his front foot high and slashed it like a scimitar.
With a flash of inspiration, the demonic spirit is soaring!
That's right, the opponent's spiritual intelligence failed, but the strength was not weak, this company's attack was up and down, and Ling Xian couldn't help but applaud.
If another monk and Ling Xian change places, seven or eight out of ten have already returned to the underworld.
However, Ling Xian's face was not afraid to reveal it at all.
Facing the sharp claws that were comparable to the magic weapons of monks of the same level, Ling Xian didn't dodge, he went straight and punched out.
Suddenly, the fist flickered, and it collided with the spider's claws.
The wind is blowing!
When this cave was built, although it was blessed with spells, but this situation was useless at all, it couldn't be supported, the rubble fell like rain, Ling Xian stood still, and the spider was like an arrow off the string, falling backwards.
Rumble!
Once again, he crashed into the mountain wall and was buried by countless rubble.
Behind her, Ling'er didn't move, but her pretty face also showed a little surprise.
Although she doesn't have much experience in cultivating immortals, she doesn't have any common sense.
As the saying goes, human beings refine qi, demon clans refine their bodies, especially insect demon beasts, because of their talent, the demon body is even stronger.
Not at all comparable to human monks.
Even the body refiners who were proficient in this way were one hundred and eight thousand miles behind them, which was not an order of magnitude.
But just now, when Brother Ling lost the opportunity, he didn't use the treasure, but used the strength of his body to blast the spider back with one punch, such strength is simply admirable.
One punch defused the crisis.
Ling Xian's sleeve robe flicked, and the red mangs were greatly made, and he had already sacrificed the Fire Phoenix Sword.
Originally, he wanted to test his strength.
But I didn't expect this spider to be more difficult than I thought.
If you don't use the kung fu at the bottom of the box, just relying on ordinary secret techniques, of course you won't lose if you lose Ling Xian, but if you want to win, it is also difficult, at least not three moves and two ways to do it.
Of course, this situation is not because Ling Xian is not strong enough, but because the high-level insect demon clan is already few.
The strength is even more powerful, far from being comparable to the demon beasts of the same level.
You must know that ordinary demon beasts are better than those of immortal cultivators of the same level, not to mention this kind of insect demon clan.
Ling Xian neither sacrificed his natal treasure, nor did he exert the kung fu of pressing the bottom of the box, and it was indeed very difficult for Ling Xian to rely on ordinary tricks to destroy the enemy cleanly.
Knowing this clearly, Ling Xian didn't intend to delay here any longer.
That's why he was neat and neat, and sacrificed the Fire Phoenix Sword.
Suddenly, the temperature in the air rose a lot.
The spider's eyes were very anthropomorphic with a look of fear, and although its intellect was not successful, it instinctively felt fear.
Like a retreat.
I want to go, dream!
Of course, Ling Xian would not let the tiger return to the mountain.
With a wave of his hand, the sound of the clear sound came into his ears, and he saw that the Fire Phoenix Sword was blurred for a while, and then it turned into three, and three was divided into nine, but in a moment's effort, it changed into hundreds of ordinary sword lights, and flew slightly, and the fiery red sword qi almost covered the small half of the sky.
It is like a huge burning cloud, constantly surging, and the momentum is amazing.
The spider grew more and more frightened, and hissing reached its ears, but instead of attacking, it turned its head and fled.
"Go!"
Ling Xian's face was expressionless, and with a finger, with his movements, hundreds of sword lights hummed, turning into a fiery red cloud, sweeping towards the spider.
The other party was terrified, and naturally refused to sit still.
Seeing that the sword light was coming quickly, he had no choice but to turn his head, his mouth opened, and dense spider silk spurted out in front of him. (To be continued.) )