Poor monk is awesome

Chapter 120 Shao Yingjie

Huang Tianci looked sideways at Jiu Jie, who was also looking at him.

The two looked at each other and nodded, each forced a drop of blood onto the moiré bracelet on the right wrist.

In an instant, the cloud-pattern bracelet on their wrists trembled slightly, turning into clouds and sinking into the skin of their wrists, and cloud-pattern marks appeared on their wrists.

As soon as the two moved their minds, the moiré patterns on their wrists turned into clouds and mist wrapped around their bodies.

Jiujie thought about the appearance of various weapons, and the clouds and mist were constantly solidifying and changing into the appearance of different weapons.

Or a cold sword.

Or a domineering sword.

Or a spear that looks like a dragon.

Or the thousands of flying knives.

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Huang Tianci experimented with the defensive performance of the Thousand Machine Moiré Ring, and meditating on the defense in his mind, the Thousand Machine Moire Ring instantly turned into a big white ball and wrapped him inside.

The elasticity and tenacity of this big ball are very strong. Huang Tianci urged his own silver aura to attack this big ball, and found that no matter how the big ball was attacked, it was not injured at all, and relying on its elasticity, it could almost completely remove itself. s attack.

Huang Tianci judged that the reason might be that his attack was not strong enough, perhaps when encountering an attack from a stronger person, he could only remove part of his strength.

But even if only part of the power can be removed, this is a good defensive treasure.

Huang Tianci and Jiujie worked together to study the Qianji cloud pattern ring, and exchanged ideas on its use. At the same time, they all admired Qianjizi, the craftsman who could refine such treasures.

Moreover, Jiujie discovered that no matter what kind of weapon the thousand-machine moiré ring transforms into, the grade rating given by the system is a real top-grade spiritual weapon.

This meant that Jiu Jie and Huang Tianci carried this thousand machine cloud pattern ring alone, which was equivalent to carrying hundreds of top-grade spiritual weapons, and they would have great flexibility in battle.

The old man of the Huang family looked at the two juniors silently, but from the corner of his eyes, he glanced around the barrier from time to time.

Kun Fan in the barrier was still cursing.

A huge red sword light suddenly came from the east and struck hard on the golden barrier.

Golden ripples surged on the barrier, and a golden Buddha's palm condensed out of the barrier, roaring towards the east.

The golden whips wrapped around Kun Fan all dissipated into golden light and merged into the barrier at the moment the Buddha's palm condensed.

Kun Fan got away, finally stopped cursing, but gave a savage mouthful towards the barrier, flew in the air, and looked towards the east.

Jiu Jie and Huang Tianci also stopped fiddling with the Qianji cloud pattern ring. With a thought, the two thousand machine cloud pattern rings turned into two clouds. Jiu Jie and Huang Tianci stood on the clouds respectively, looking towards the east in the same surprise.

The old man of the Huang family showed fear in his eyes, as if he was somewhat resistant to the visitor.

Another huge red sword light came from the east, split the huge Buddha palm with a sword, and the Buddha palm dissipated. The old man attacked, but Jiujie and Huang Tianci were also within the attack range of the red sword light.

Where the sword light passed, wind and sand were blowing up everywhere, the spiritual power was berserk, and cracks in space appeared.

There were faint screams from the surrounding dense forest.

The old man of the Huang family waved his hand, a silver light flashed on his body, and a silver sword light flew out from his sleeve. The silver sword light continued to grow bigger, and soon it also turned into a huge sword light. cut off.

Two sword lights cut together, one red and one silver, one full of evil spirit, one extremely sharp.

The space seemed to be stagnated at this moment, the surroundings were silent, and only two sword lights were left, which were unparalleled but silently cutting together.

The extremely intense blue-red light burst out centered on these two sword lights, directly covering a radius of ten miles.

Countless violent sword qi raged, cutting the ground into deep ravines. At the same time, hundreds of figures flew up to escape from here, most of them were directly crushed by the violent sword qi in the air. Leave a scream.

Jiujie and Huang Tianci were protected by the mask that appeared with a wave of the old man of the Huang family. The three of them quietly looked at the violent sword energy around them and the fleeing monks.

Looking at the attire of these monks, Jiu Jie guessed that most of them were casual cultivators, and some of them might be people from other nearby forces.

Jiujie had not had much contact with rogue cultivators, but he had heard of them and even sympathized with them. Of course, if they offended him, Jiujie would not be merciless in killing them.

If monks are divided into three, six, and nine grades, then casual cultivators are undoubtedly the lowest level.

The so-called casual cultivators are monks who have no background or sect and have not joined any forces.

Most casual practitioners have a miserable life. They practice the worst skills, have no training resources, and have low cultivation. They work hard all day long to continue practicing. They are not as carefree in the mountains as some mortals think. , become an immortal at ease.

There are also a small number of casual cultivators who have not suffered miserably, but they are not considered casual cultivators at all. There is a saying in the Lingxuan world:

"Never mess with the sect, don't bully casual cultivators."

It's not because loose cultivators are powerful, most of them are trash in the eyes of sect disciples, but because some old monsters who have retired to practice also call themselves loose cultivators.

In the history of Lingxuan Realm, many sects accidentally provoked these old monsters and were exterminated. In the words of those old monsters, this is called cutting off cause and effect.

These old monsters may be regarded as casual cultivators in folk novels and operas who are free and unrestrained in the mountains.

But other real casual cultivators have always implemented the excellent qualities of casual cultivators at the bottom of the world of cultivation - miserable!

They are often the worst and most dangerous group of monks.

If you don’t have the resources to practice, you have to find a way to earn resources desperately. In all dangerous places, there are often a large number of casual cultivators who go there after hearing the news, just to win a chance and look forward to soaring into the sky, but most of them end up either He could only watch helplessly as those disciples from aristocratic sects robbed of opportunities, or were killed casually, and no one even knew their names.

Loose cultivators who can really soar into the sky and change their fate against the sky are simply rare.

Among them, the most famous and legendary casual cultivator is the ancestor of the current Qiankun Dynasty and the person who created the Qiankun Dynasty single-handedly. Li Haotian, the great ancestor of the dynasty, called himself Haotian Sanren, and founded the first sect in the imperial domain, Haotian Mansion.

The deeds of the emperor's great ancestor are well known both in the folk and in the realm of comprehension: he was born as a loose cultivator, had no family and no sect, fought life and death, won many chances, soared into the sky and swept the world's sects, conquered all directions and created the Qiankun Dynasty, Now tens of thousands of years have passed in a blink of an eye, and his stories are still being circulated among the people, and there are even rumors that Taizu has attained the Tao and became a true immortal.

And this is also one of the reasons why many casual cultivators insist on going to dangerous places and desperately. After all, the deeds of the emperor's ancestors are there.

Who would be willing to admit that he is a real waste, and won't soar into the sky like the emperor Taizu.

However, Jiu Jie didn't know the fate of the other casual cultivators, but the cultivators in front of them seemed to be wiped out.

At this moment, a unique young man appeared extremely special among the group of desperate monks.

He flew slowly in the air, and the sword aura around him flew past him. Wherever he flew, the sword aura was a little messy, and it didn't hurt him at all.

And in the young man's hand was still holding a little boy who looked only about seven or eight years old. The young man glanced around and shouted with aura:
"Hu Yidao, you bastard, I know you are here, and your precious son is now in my hands.

Now, immediately, on behalf of your Shenyimen, bow your head and admit your mistake to the young master, and then return my precious ring to me.

Otherwise, if you look at the sword energy around here, it's terrifying. The young master was so frightened that his hands softened, and he couldn't lift your son anymore!

If you dare to mess with me, Shao Yingjie, don't think about it! "

At the golden barrier below, five protective spirit shields surrounded the five people, and the violent sword energy did not hurt them.

The three old men of Yinshen Valley all looked gloating, while Xuan Xuanxuan, the master of Wuyin city, stopped Hu Yidao, the master of Shenyi sect who was about to rush over with an angry face.

Xuan Xuanxuan looked at the young man in the distant sky with a peaceful face amidst the berserk sword energy, a look of light flashed in his eyes, and he chuckled, "Is this the person who burned the treasure house of the Shenyi Sect?"

"I will definitely skin him today!" Hu Yidao gritted his teeth angrily.

"This kid is so ostentatious, doesn't he know the danger?" Xuan Xuanxuan was a little curious.

"This kid is very cunning. Who knows what he was thinking. I should have chopped him up after I caught him." Hu Yidao now cares more about his precious son, and regrets his past.

(End of this chapter)