Ultimate Immortal Killing System

Chapter 129 Lei Lingqie

When the Immortal Killing Equipment was fully fused and activated, Bu Fanfan's body immediately turned into a shining golden light, dazzling and dazzling.

He sent the old man who wanted to attack him flying away with one punch, but he still couldn't let go of his hatred, kicked his feet in the air, and immediately caught up with the old man who flew out.

"Damn it! What kind of magic weapon was used to bounce the flames of the musket back?" The scar on Bu Pingfan's body is still painful, because the Immortal Killing System has not recovered for him, and the system is eager to integrate and activate the Immortal Killing Equipment, so there is no immediate opportunity Help him heal his wounds.

With scorching pain, he chased the old man across the sky. When he was about to catch up with the old man, he suddenly found that the old man had disappeared.

"Damn, you're hiding again? Mr. System, hurry up and play the surrounding scene map in my mind. I don't believe it. Looking at everything around me, I can still lose you."

Bu Pingfan thought of using the survey function of the Killing Immortal System to capture the traces of the old man, because the survey can not only see the wind and grass of five kilometers, but also take pictures of everything five kilometers away, just like a 360-degree panoramic camera, which can survey five kilometers at any time. km of everything.

At the moment when Bu Pingfan was stunned, the void behind him surged, and energy fluctuations appeared, and a hand with a white arc quickly reached out, straight for the position of Bu Pingfan's chest.

when!
There was a sound of metal touching, and the old man's palm with a white arc pierced Bu Fanfan's golden immortal-killing equipment.

"Go to hell!" the old man said bitterly. When his palm touched Bu Pingfan's body with an electric arc, he was stunned.

"Impossible! This is the high-grade spell "Lei Lingqie", and it can't penetrate him? Or is the shiny clothes on his body a defensive treasure?" The white-haired old man quickly took a few steps back and hid again with a look of horror.

"Want to run? There's no way." Bu Pingfan turned around quickly, holding a rocket launcher in his hand. It was the tracking rocket launcher. The scope quickly sensed the old man's figure, and then he pulled the trigger.

boom!
The shell broke away from the muzzle, roared, and shot straight at the old man with billowing smoke.

嗖

Seeing that the situation was not good, the old man immediately hid himself and disappeared into the void.

Bu Pingfan paid close attention to the screen on the screen of the treasure bag of the system, and he had already found the trace of the white-haired old man, who was just ten meters above him, and was about to use his spell to dive down again at Bu Pingfan's Tianling Gai.

"Still want to use this trick? Be careful of being bombarded by rocket launchers!" Bu Pingfan murmured, then bounced in the air and shook left and right.

The pupils of the white-haired old man contracted, and he quickly moved his body in the void, looking back at a ball of flames that followed behind him.

"What is this thing? And that kid can actually detect the old man's trace now." The old man ignored Bu Fanfan's bounce and quickly hid again, trying to avoid the pursuit of the flame behind him.

Bu Pingfan was still bouncing around, like a swallow soaring lightly. Although he made this boring movement, he was actually watching the picture on the screen of the system treasure bag, and kept watching the traces of the old man.

"Old fox, the speed is really fast. He has escaped the bombardment of the tracking rocket several times in a row." Bu Fanfan couldn't help cursing secretly when he saw the picture on the screen of the system's treasure bag.

The speed of the relative tracking rocket launcher is far less than the speed of a Void Refining cultivator. At the same time, this cultivator in the Void Refining realm, whether it is a divine stone or a physical body, cannot be shaken by ordinary magic weapons.

The white-haired old man kept hiding in the void, and then reappeared, unable to avoid the rocket attack.

……

High in the sky, on the top of the Zhuxian Tower, the black shadow can be seen clearly, and there is little information about the mysterious magic weapon "Bazooka" burning with raging flames.

"What kind of spiritual treasure is this? How come this Daoist Lord has never seen it in the spiritual world for tens of thousands of years, and he has never seen such a magic weapon in the human world."

Also in the sky, higher than the black shadow, the two aliens were talking about the battle between Bu Pingfan and the white-haired old man.

"Let's place a bet. I'm sure that boy will win, so I'll bet on the piece of "dried essence" in your pocket. How about that?"

"Okay! Then I want the "Luohanzi" plant in your pocket, and I bet that little white-haired old man will win."

"No! "Luohanju" is a holy medicine that is difficult to find for thousands of years, and it is of no use to you. You find another item..."

The rise of the two aliens was talking, and there were three sleeping people floating behind them, they were Liu Shiyu, Fatty, and Mu Wan'er.

……

Below, outside the Zhuxian Pagoda, the 99 immortal cultivators in the realm of transforming gods released powerful divine stones, and clearly saw the scene of Bu Fanfan fighting the white-haired old man.

"Did you see it? Bu Tyrant is confronting the immortal cultivator in the Void Refining Realm."

"I see, Bu Tyrant, a cultivator in the realm of transforming gods, dares to confront an immortal cultivator in the realm of refining emptiness, he is really tired of living."

……

These immortal cultivators chatted enthusiastically, and the remaining group of Nascent Soul stage monks were staring blankly, not knowing why.

Just as Bu Fanfan was fighting with the white-haired old man, a group of immortal cultivators came again thousands of meters away from the Zhuxian Tower. If Bu Fanfan saw them here, he would definitely recognize them.

This group of cultivators are none other than Wuchang Kingdom, monks from Qingyue Gate, headed by Murong Qianqian, who has an unspeakable entanglement with Bu Pingfan.

"Junior Sister Qianqian, there are two forces colliding in the sky, and Tyrant Bu is fighting with another immortal cultivator."

"Hey! A cultivator in the realm of refining the void? I never thought that a cultivator in the realm of refining the void can still be in the human world. It seems that the battle above will be decided without guessing."

In the team of Qingyue Sect, there are a few elders in the realm of transforming gods, who are imitating the old monsters of transforming gods in other sects. They also released the god stones and watched the details of the battle between Bu Fanfan and the white-haired old man.

Murong Qianqian frowned. Her cultivation level was only at the Nascent Soul stage, and she could not yet survey the distance of thousands of meters in the air.

"It seems that without my action, he will die in the hands of that immortal cultivator in the realm of refining the void. You should die..." Murong Qianqian looked up at the sky, staring at the high sky surrounded by white clouds and glaring sunlight.

Just when all the cultivators thought that Bu Pingfan was inferior to the white-haired old man, Bu Pingfan was still beating around at will. The white-haired old man was not in a hurry, so he could calm down and talk to him.

"Let's see how long you can flash this old bastard? I can't believe that you will be exhausted with this tracking bazooka."

Bu Pingfan was very confident that the white-haired old man would not be able to consume it, so he could attack the rocket launcher at any time.

The fact is that, when the white-haired old man dodged the tracking rocket for the fifth time, his old face twitched and turned red.

"I don't believe that this is a peerless spiritual treasure. Just touching it can kill me, right?"

The white-haired old man became ruthless, and made a few formulas with both hands, imbuing a mysterious force in his hands, then clenched his fists, stopped at a high altitude, and waited for the rocket launcher to chase him.

"Go to hell!" Five seconds later, the old man shouted and punched out.

(End of this chapter)