Feng Wu summoned it with one hand, and suddenly his face changed. The wood-type vitality that was supposed to be rolling in only a tiny trace floated. This energy could be blown away even if it sneeze!

What's going on!?

Before I could think too much, the black stick shadow had quietly hit the top of my head. Feng Wu was a master of Nine Turns after all, so she was not surprised when she changed. She shouted softly, and the green Nascent Soul light shone in the dantian.

Suddenly, mysterious lights flashed outside, light shields, body shields, body armor... one magic weapon after another was directly put on.

With one hand, a green bracelet on his wrist turned into a green spirit snake several feet wide and several feet long. It slightly flicked and whistled towards the stick shadow in an instant.

This is not enough. I put my feet on the ground, and there were vines as thick as my arms around me, tangled up, like a giant dragon, entrenched above my head.

He is a master of Nine Turns. Even if the same magic weapon and the same magic are in his hands, the power is more than twice as great as Cang Ku's use.

In the air, a faint blood-colored dragon shadow appeared on Xiang Yang's forehead. This was his manifestation of transporting his physical strength to the extreme. This stick would be smashed even if it was strong and dangerous!

The spirit of the instrument in Ruyi stick seemed to feel his determination, and the stick body actually trembled slightly. With every trembling, the falling speed increased by one point. With every trembling, the unstoppable momentum increased by one point...

So what if you are a master of Nine Turns? Under my formation, you cannot control the energy of heaven and earth! What do you use to block my attack?

Outside Ambergris Gorge, pairs of eyes stared at each other without blinking. As the stick shadow fell, the atmosphere became more and more tense, but no one would think that a monk in the Killing Pill stage could cause any damage to a powerful power in the Nine-Turning Stage. If this stick could make the opponent retreat a little, it would be an amazing achievement.

In front of everyone, the stick shadow finally touched the green spirit snake summoned by Feng Wu.

A shocking situation happened...

In just a moment, the two spiritual snakes broke!

Vine dragon, crushed!

Light cover, broken!

Shield, split into pieces!

The body armor collapsed directly!

In just a moment! This stick actually swept all the magic weapons and magic spells summoned by Feng Wu with a destructive force...

The moment the spirit snake and the stick shadow came into contact, Feng Wu's face finally changed. In his feeling, Xiang Yang and the people and the stick suddenly disappeared, and replaced by a towering mountain, pressing towards him fiercely.

This silent attack was so powerful!?

Even a master of Nine Turns, his body may not be much stronger than that of the Nascent Soul Stage. Thinking of Cangku's fate, he didn't care about the top of his head at this time, and he directly broke a talisman to shrink into an inch and was about to dodge.

However, something even more shocking happened. The talisman just flashed slightly and disappeared. He could only watch the black stick shadow tear everything and come to his head...

In the air, Xiang Yang showed a smile on his lips. With the experience of fighting Cang Ku, how could he make such omissions? When you come to my territory, you still want to use this kind of garbage talisman?

All this happened between lightning and flint. Feng Wu was several feet behind him. Feng Tong had never reacted at all. A loud bang came from his ear. A large pit dozens of feet wide appeared in front of him. Around him, thick cracks scattered out. The green jade in front of him almost fell into it, and then spread towards the dragon head chair where he was sitting...

"Where is that boy and my brother?"

Feng Tong jumped up in a hurry and watched as the head chair under his butt was also swallowed by cracks, but he didn't care about this and rushed towards the big pit.

Before he could see, a dark shadow emerged from the pit, roaring and poking it into his head. Feng Tong screamed, and just wanted to lean back to avoid it, suddenly his whole body sank, and his whole body became as heavy as a tremendous moment, and his movements slowed down countless times.

He was in the Nine-Turn stage cultivation, and his cultivation was a little worse than Feng Wu, and his reaction was even less than that of Feng Wu. He reached out and found that he could not activate the energy of heaven and earth. He was so scared that he could not fly into the sky. He had only time to put an armor on himself and watched the black dot poke in front of him...

There is no doubt that the armor was directly shattered, and the next figure was shot back as if it was hit by a giant beast, and the luxurious cloud boat was directly knocked out of a human-shaped hole...

In just a moment of effort, the two masters of the Nine-Turn Stage were directly knocked down. The Nascent Souls and the Jidan monks they brought were staring at the side as they looked dumbfounded, their hair standing up, and they didn't even have the courage to escape.

Similarly, outside the Ambergris Gorge, the monks watching were also confused and were foolish. Several of them even failed to control the flying swords for a while and almost fell down.

What did they see? A monk in the Killing Pill stage killed two Nine-Turning stages with two sticks? The opponent has no power to fight back?

Although they are immortal cultivators, they still want to ask, "I have seen the immortal descend to earth... Why do everything appear so unreal?"

On the mountain where the Three Gods Hall gathered, the platform built by dozens of huge rocks fell down. In the dust, the strange man rushed out in a dusty face. Without using magic weapons and flying swords, he stepped directly. His figure had already swept dozens of feet in a flash, and he ran towards the Rampgree Gorge, shouting: "Fuck, where are the little monsters from... So fiercely, Brother Jing, I must know each other!"

On the mountain closest to Amberg Gorge, Sima Shen'ang and Sima Zizhong also looked like they were ghosts. After looking at each other a few times, Sima Shen'ang took a breath, came back to his senses, pointed to the bottom, shook his head and said, "This little guy really can't mess with..."

Sima Zizhong stared blankly at the big pit and the fuzzy flesh at the bottom of the pit, and murmured: "Old ancestor, that boy...what is that boy using...that stick..."

Sima Shen'ang glared at him: "So what if it's an immortal weapon? I'll give it to you, how dare you ask for it?"

Sima Zizhong said embarrassedly: "Old ancestor, immortal weapons are naturally impossible. It is hard to say whether there are immortal weapons in the Shanhai Realm. But even if it is a mysterious weapon, then this little guy has only achieved the cultivation level of the alchemy stage, and how many levels of power can he exert? Fengwu and Fengtong are all in the mid-stage of the Nine-Turning. Why don't he have any power to fight back?"

Sima Shen'ang looked at Rumberg Gorge deeply, shook his head and said, "The key is not that stick, but a formation... Tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk

As he was talking, he suddenly laughed: "I don't know how many incense my ancestors have burned in history. I, Fuyu Sect, can produce such a genius... Zizhong, Qingmutang, can move!"
Chapter completed!