The ugly-looking monk was stunned, but instead of flinching, his face showed a hint of madness.

With both hands around his waist, he actually took off a black pocket.

Then he waved his hands again and again, and one after another spells were played.

As he moved, a whining sound came to his ears, and the black pocket opened, and countless black mist came out of it.

There are many shadows inside, as if there is something hidden.

A hint of doubt flashed in Ling Xian's eyes, but he heard the monk named Zhao Hu yell: "Break!"

Before the words fell, the fog really dissipated.

More than a dozen monks emerged, no, they were not immortal cultivators, they were puppets refined from various rare materials, the size and shape were similar to ordinary humans, they were stubborn and stubborn, holding all kinds of weapons, swords, guns and halberds.

There were also several armed bows and crossbows, and their faces were cold, as if they were made of dark iron.

Ling Xian's pupils shrank, this was the first time he had seen such a wonderful puppet thing, these guys were not afraid, they were not afraid of death, and they were extremely difficult to deal with.

"Go!"

Zhao Hu's face was full of anger, and he pointed forward.

As he moved, those puppet armor warriors fluttered, pounced like Ling Immortal from different directions.

Each one of them is equivalent to an immortal cultivator at the peak of qi refining.

With a whooshing sound, more than a dozen crossbows had already shot in front of Ling Xian's body.

Ling Xian could see it clearly, and while slandering in his heart, he naturally didn't dare to be careless.

With the same shout, he slapped his palm forward.

A "bang" sounded, and the Qingyun Shield turned around and turned into a misty light curtain to wrap it.

The next moment, a crackling sound reached the ears, and the arrow pierced the light curtain. However, if it rained like a banana lotus, except for a little ripple, it was impossible to break through Ling Xian's defense at all.

Qingyun Shield is the ultimate spiritual weapon!

But that's not the only way the other side has them.

Only patted him on the waist, and actually took out a few talismans.

The right hand waved down, and suddenly, dozens of fireballs the size of a basin appeared in the void.

This is not the foundation of the five elements. It is a spell that can only be used after the fire type is advanced.

Ling Xian naturally wouldn't sit still, and sacrificed another treasure-for-tat.

I saw a silver light flickering, and a quaint bell had emerged in everyone's eyes.

Although Ling Xian's movements did not stop, there were more and more doubts in his heart, this Zhao Hu sneaked up on him, and he was still stubborn, putting on an endless posture.

But the two of them are obviously innocent and have no enmity, why should he be like this?

Although there are many bloody and bloody things in the world of cultivating immortals, there are few people who do stupid things that harm others and are not beneficial to themselves.

Let alone. It's just too illusory here, and it's even more pointless for the other party to do this.

His heart was full of doubts, and Ling Xian pointed forward.

"Buzz!"

The quaint sound of the bell is loud, and the sound waves visible to the naked eye, like ripples in the water of the lake, seem to spread out all around.

The huge fireball was suddenly impacted. With ingenuity, this kind of auxiliary class of spiritual weapons. As long as it is used properly, it can also have the effect of defeating the enemy.

Then Ling Xian's sleeve robe flicked, and the Snow Shadow Flying Locust Knife was sacrificed, only to hear him shout, a few mysterious tricks played, that handle flying knife. It also changed into a demon snake, and entangled the puppets sacrificed by the other party.

"Transfiguration!"

Zhao Hu's face became more and more ugly.

Ling Xian had actually used the Fire Cloud Sword once just now, but in his heart, he was somewhat suspicious, after all, he had transformed the spirit weapon into a form. It's not something that ordinary foundation-building monks can do.

The mana must be refined to a certain extent, and the divine sense must also be ridiculously strong, even if it is an immortal cultivator in the late stage of foundation building, he does not dare to guarantee that everyone will be able to use it.

"This guy ......"

A hint of fear flashed in his eyes, but soon, he was replaced by madness, not only did he not retreat at all, but he desperately wanted to perform other secret techniques.

However, Ling Xian didn't have time to delay with him.

With both hands raised, his thumbs at the same time pointed out a spell at the Huoyun Sword above his head, and suddenly the red glow was great, and he shot towards the other party like a streamer movie.

The speed is incredible, and almost in the blink of an eye, the distance is only more than a foot away.

Zhao Hu wanted to hide, but it was too late, and the spiritual power poured out from all over his body, and a red shield wrapped him.

However, this is just a dying struggle, how can a mere spiritual power shield withstand the full force of the Huoyun Sword's blow, with a stabbing sound, the shield bursts like a blister, the escape light is shot down, and a bright blood flower emerges in the air.

Looking at the falling corpse, Ling Xian's eyes flashed violently, and with a slight flick of his fingers, a fire bomb turned it into gray smoke.

With a "snap", a storage bag appeared in front of me.

And those puppets suddenly turned into stone sculptures and wood carvings, but the matter did not end here, at the same time as Zhao Hu fell, a black shadow flew out of his body, and one hovered and was about to burrow into the dirt.

Ling Xian showed a sneer on his face, he finally discovered the reason for the other party's abnormality, where would he let it go, as soon as he raised his hand, his five fingers turned into claws, and as soon as he grabbed such a void, a big gray hand suddenly appeared, and he was about to catch the other party in his hand.

The black shadow was extremely fierce, a blur, and actually turned its head, like Ling Xian pounced, in the blink of an eye, it had already rushed closer, and a strange laugh came into his ears: "Since you killed that kid, then let me devour your soul and make it a substitute again." ”

Before the words fell, a fierce aura burst out, and Ling Xian saw clearly the true face of the black shadow, which was actually a strange insect with a length of feet.

At this time, the hideous mouthparts were opened, and the fangs were exposed, as if they were about to swallow Ling Xian in one bite.

"Swallow my soul, do you want to take it away?"

Ling Xian was surprised, but there was no fear on his face.

The sleeve robe that had been prepared for a long time shook off, and suddenly activated a spiritual rune hidden in the sleeve, and the purple flame was shocking, and in an instant, the strange insect was ignited.

Purple Star Spiritual Fire!

This is a mysterious talisman from Phantom Moon Island, Ling Xian doesn't know where it came from, but in terms of power, it is not inferior to Fu Bao at all.

And Ling Xian had not been on the path of cultivating immortals for a long time, but he had experienced countless dangers, and seeing that the situation was not good, he immediately sacrificed this spirit rune without hesitation.

"No!"

The screams reached the ears, and then turned into a loud insect chirp, and the strange insect was instantly reduced to ashes.

Ling Xian became the victor.

However, there was no joy on his face.

This Zhao Hu was possessed by some strange insect, no wonder he had no reason, but he attacked himself wildly, originally because he had lost his mind a long time ago.

In this too illusory realm, how can there be strange insects?

Ling Xian looked at the storage bags that had fallen on the ground, as well as the motionless puppet armorers, and his face became more and more gloomy.

PS: New week, ask for recommendation votes!(To be continued.) )