Spirit Realm Walker

Zhang Yuanqing put on his black-rimmed glasses and examined the ink jade Pixiu on the head of the Imperial Master.

This pair of glasses is a work tool Xiahou Aotian built for himself after he was promoted to Lord. It can quickly analyze the attributes and occupations of props and materials without having to touch each item to read the item information.

Because there were too many props and materials to store in the inventory, Xiahou Aotian put some less important "tools" into the gang warehouse.

Treat the gang's warehouse as your own.

A few seconds later, through the lens, Zhang Yuanqing saw the item attributes of Mo Yu Pixiu:

[Name: Sky-Swallowing Beast]

[Type: Weapon]

【Function:? ? ? 】

【introduce:? ? ? 】

[Remark 1:? ? ? 】

[Note 2: It will never stop until it is full. 】

[Remark 3:? ? ? 】

Xiahou Aotian's eyes were of level seven quality, but he could only see one note. The other information was all question marks, indicating that Moyu Pixiu's personality was level eight.

——It can't be the ninth level. If the national master had the ninth level props, he would have pressed them to the ground and rubbed them.

Will it never stop until it's full? Zhang Yuanqing chewed the only information in his field of vision, and thought of a way to solve Mo Yu Pixiu.

Feed it!

He immediately took off his glasses and told his teammates the information and plan he saw.

Madoka frowned: "The endurance of the earth monster ranks first among all major professions. How easy is it to feed that sky-swallowing beast? Even if we can feed it, how much spiritual power will we have left by then?"

Don't worry, if the props are solved and the four of us are exhausted, they will become meat on the chopping board and be slaughtered by the enemy.

"Don't panic, as long as the palace master and I are here, there will be no problem." Zhang Yuanqing waved his hand, "Concubine Yuan, Gang Leader Duan, you two stand back and act as the opportunity arises."

He stopped, stopped running, quickly took out the repaired Yata mirror and looked at himself.

A flash of yellow light escaped from the mirror, appearing exactly like Zhao Shun.

Then, Zhang Yuanqing quickly grabbed the yin and yang robes, back soil boots, and Qingdi jade belt, and asked his subordinates to put them on.

The clone snapped his fingers to activate the suit's attributes.

In an instant, the yin and yang robe split into a black robe and a flame cloak. The green emperor's jade belt glowed brightly, and the cloud pattern on the back boots deepened, emitting a thick yellow light.

The avatar Zhang Yuanqing seems to have been added with colorful special effects, gorgeous and gorgeous.

The four spiritual powers of wood, water, fire and earth around him are boiling. The spiritual power of the back earth spreads out, green light clings to it, the flames burn the green light, and the black water flows freely in the air.

The fusion of the four elements seems to be trying to evolve chaos, but without the spiritual power of metal, every fusion ends in failure.

Zhang Yuanqing, the clone who expanded the field, did not choose close combat. Although he possessed the basic skills of the four major professions and combined with his own combat power as a day traveler, he could barely survive in front of a ninth-level weak creature.

But now the task is to feed Pixiu.

He manipulated the spiritual power of the back earth to flow towards the Yin body, wrapping it in layers like mud, exerting terrible gravity, trying to crush the enemy. Aoki's spiritual power blossomed on the surface of the Yin body, and its roots penetrated into the dark skin, grabbing spiritual power. .

The flames then used Qingmu's spiritual power as fuel and burned fiercely.

The power of water spirit nourishes the spiritual power of wood.

In the blink of an eye, colorful special effects were added to Yinwu's body.

The ink jade Pixiu squatting on top of the Imperial Master's head bulged, opened his mouth, and cracked a black hole the size of a fist. The black, green, yellow, and red spiritual energy was drawn out like smoke and flowed into his mouth.

The ink jade Pixiu suddenly became colorful.

The body of the Imperial Master quickly disappeared and entered a hidden state.

Zhang Yuanqing activated the "Fire Sun God of War" and "Sun Rising" skills without hesitation, letting pure golden light fill a 40-meter radius, forcing the Imperial Master out of hiding.

The imperial master with withered white hair simply engaged in close combat and rushed towards the slowest palace master.

Zhang Yuanqing summoned the body-destroying sword, activated the soul-capturing function, held the sword in one hand, and grabbed the imperial master in the distance with the other.

——The National Master is different from ordinary Yin Yao. Like Yin Yao, he still has a complete soul after becoming a Yin creature.

However, Zhang Yuanqing's left hand was empty. He tried again, but still could not catch the soul projection of the national master.

This is the first time I have encountered this situation since I got this knife.

In the dungeon of the Dionysus Club, he could catch even the soul projection of the eighth-level monster.

Seeing that the imperial master was about to catch up to the palace master, Zhang Yuanqing put away the body-destroying sword, summoned the purple-gold suit, and activated the suit's effect, making the purple-gold armor spread all over his body, covering every corner of his body.

Then, he shot towards the Imperial Master, using the Heart of the Illusion God to annihilate the rules of space.

boom!

He directly hit the imperial master, and there was a loud bell sound from heaven and earth, and two figures, one black and one gold, flew backwards in opposite directions.

Zhang Yuanqing, who was wearing a purple and gold suit, vomited a mouthful of blood in the armor and felt that his internal organs were upside down. After the imperial master transformed himself into an infernal corpse, his physical strength was unimaginably high.

He once again nullified the physical rules of reaction force, stopped instantly, rushed towards the Imperial Master who was releasing his force again, grabbed the opponent's neck, fused the right fist of the Purple Thunder Hammer, and punched the Imperial Master with small amplitude and high frequency. head.

Like Iron Man punching the Hulk.

"Bang bang bang bang." He put on the skillful craftsman's ring and punched him nine times in a row, and the master's head was shattered into powder.

The next second, a new head sprouted from the headless torso of the Imperial Master. His self-healing ability was even more exaggerated than that of Si Ming. He roared deeply, pierced Zhang Yuanqing's chest with one claw, and cut out his heart.

At the same time, Zhang Yuanqing released his left hand from his neck and pressed it on the opponent's chest. A round hole opened in his palm and purple arcs flashed.

"boom!"

The ball lightning exploded at close range, breaking off Zhang Yuanqing's left arm and blasting a transparent hole from front to back in the chest of the Imperial Master.

He chose to detonate it at close range to prevent the sky-swallowing beast from swallowing the ball lightning.

At this time, the spiritual power of the four attributes of green, black, yellow, and red surged in again, entangled the imperial master, and bought Zhang Yuanqing precious breathing time.

He quickly backed away, not caring about using the life source fluid, opened the inventory, and threw out three lightning-like items:

"Palace Master, catch it!"

Silk ribbons came out of the skirt of the Master of the Killing Palace, and caught three bright and dazzling thunders. The red threads were quickly burned and regenerated again and again.

She put it directly into the inventory without reading the item information. When she took it out again, she already understood the function of the suit and what her nephew meant.

The Master of the Killing Palace pressed the thunder ball on his chest, turning it into a piece of armor that shone with lightning. Then he pressed another thunder ball on his arm, which evolved into an arm armor, and finally he grabbed a dazzling spear.

She activates the effects of Thor's three-part suit.

The Princess of the Killing Palace's hair bun fell apart, her hair danced wildly in the wind, and the roots were wrapped with lightning. A bright blue lightning mark appeared between her eyebrows, and her eye sockets were replaced by bright blue light, just like the eyes of Iron Man. .

Thunderous breath mixed with arcs of electricity came out of her mouth.

The master of the Killing Palace raised his thunder spear high and said loudly:

"Thunder Storm!"

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Thick thunder pillars descended from the night sky one after another, mixed with tree-shaped lightning with claws and claws. They expanded wantonly, turning the entire sky into a sea of ​​thunder and lightning.

The aura of destruction filled every inch of space like a tsunami.

With such a large-scale attack, the national master, who had applied colorful special effects, could not avoid it. He was instantly enveloped by the thunder pillar and struck by tree-like lightning.

The belly of the black jade Pixiu swelled, instinctively swallowing the four spiritual powers of lightning, wood, water, fire, and earth that attacked its owner, and its belly swelled like air.

Zhang Yuanqing was at the edge of the Thunder Ocean, paying attention to the situation of the Imperial Master. As soon as he broke free from the shackles of the four spiritual powers, he would immediately come forward to entangle him.

On the other side, Madoka summoned the illusory Dharma Table, grabbed a yellow paper charm and stuck it on the scarecrow, and the scarecrow transformed into the appearance of the Lord of the Killing Palace.

Xiao Yuan pinched the spell with both hands and muttered something in her mouth.

The thunder ocean summoned by the Killing Palace Master became a little brighter, becoming more terrifying and violent.

Pray!

Gang leader Duan held up his hands and assumed a posture to summon the vitality bomb. A cluster of flames ignited from above his head, expanded rapidly, and turned into a huge fireball ten meters in diameter.

The fireball collapsed inward and continued to accumulate, and the red flame turned to white.

He threw fireballs towards the sea of ​​thunder.

The body of the Master of the Killing Palace was quickly carbonized, and his fair face was dyed pitch black. He soon returned to the original state, and was carbonized again, and the cycle continued.

Si Ming is in charge of life, and his blood is equivalent to the source of life fluid. The blood volume is thick enough to withstand the cost of using the Thunder God suit. This is the reason why Zhang Yuanqing gave the Thunder God parts to the palace master for use.

It was Madoka and Duan Gang Leaders who were now seriously injured.

Zhang Yuanqing was not idle either. He raised his left hand and fired the last two thunderstorm cannons.

It's all energy attacks, feed them to your heart's content.

Most of this terrifying energy was swallowed up by Mo Jade Pixiu, and a small amount fell on the Imperial Master. Although it caused considerable injuries, the powerful self-healing ability repaired the wounds in an instant.

The Yin Qi in the Imperial Master's body is endless, seemingly endless.

Finally, after his body doubled in size, Moyu Pixiu closed his mouth and stopped working.

Success! The clone Zhang Yuanqing was overjoyed and said loudly:

"Come together and kill this old man."

Duan Huoshen clenched his fist excitedly: "Okay!"

Zhang Yuanqing said loudly: "Don't be too happy, we just solved a magic weapon."

While he was talking, two purple thunderbolts came and struck him. The purple-gold armor was half melted by the strikes. His whole body was stiffened by the strikes, and large areas of his cells were burned to death.

This is the cost of using the Thunderbolt Cannon.

The palace owner's pretty face twitched as she removed the Thor parts. The set skill "Thunder Storm" can only be used once a day. This suit is no longer needed for the time being.

She took out the demon refining pot and poured out two streams of golden liquid. One stream turned into a thin thread and rushed towards Zhang Yuanqing, and the other stream entered her body.

Zhang Yuanqing opened his mouth to inhale the life source liquid, with a look of enjoyment on his face. He immediately opened the inventory and took out the little red riding hood:

"Come out, my senior sister Yuni!"

With a sudden shake, a beautiful, enchanting vagina fell out.

In an instant, the surrounding Yin Qi surged, and ghost cries were faintly heard in the void.

In this vision, Princess Yinyao opened her arms slightly and raised her graceful chin, as if she were a boss.

The next second, she felt the suppression from a higher level, and her soul and body were shaking uncontrollably.

Princess Yinyao took a closer look and found the Imperial Master. She silently shrank behind Zhang Yuanqing, raised her small trumpet, and said angrily:

"You thought of me when you were fighting this kind of boss? You were having fun with the women when you had nothing to do, but you let Yin Yao die when something happened. I didn't dare. Let me go back."

"Shu Zi!"

The Imperial Master, who had been passively beaten but unharmed, turned into black lightning and shot towards Zhang Yuanqing's body.

Linxia City.

The severely damaged city wall stood in the cold night, and the cracked and burned wall was still emitting residual heat.

The Northern Dynasty army retreated in panic after leaving thousands of corpses behind.

The defenders at the top of the city sat slumped against the wall, while a dozen doctors led their apprentices around to treat the wounded.

The elderly civilian husbands carried the corpses and cleared arrows, broken knives, armor fragments, etc. from the top of the city. The corpses of the defenders were moved to the bottom of the city, while the corpses of the enemy soldiers were thrown directly from the top of the city.

The weather is getting colder, and there is frost everywhere in the morning. There is no need to worry about the rotting and smelly corpses causing plague, so the corpses outside the city are too lazy to deal with. After a few days, they have piled up like a mountain.

There are currently 30,000 defenders in the Southern Dynasty, but only 10,000 are the real elite.

The remaining 20,000 were made up by the young people in the city and the recruited refugees. The civilian husbands and auxiliary soldiers in the army also changed from the original young people to middle-aged and elderly people.

When this batch of troops is exhausted, no one knows where to find sources of troops.

Fortunately, the Northern Dynasty's 400,000-strong army had lost nearly 100,000 troops in the meat grinder-like battles of the past few days. Although the Northern Dynasty was also recruiting refugees to replenish its troops, there was a difference between the elite and the crooked melons and jujubes.

The elite troops have excellent qualities, but the refugees will be defeated in one attack, so there is nothing to worry about.

Fu Qingyang stood at the top of the city, calculating the ordnance in the warehouse and the strength of both the enemy and ourselves. Judging from the current situation, there would be no problem in defending for another three to five days.

There was plenty of food and grass, but the equipment for defending the city was almost exhausted. The craftsmen in the city worked overtime to build the equipment, and they were so tired that they vomited blood.

Then the city walls were repaired again and again, the people were quarrying stones, and the masons were chipping away at the stone, which could no longer keep up with the consumption.

In an era of rampant extraordinary combat power, the defensive power of the city wall was not that strong and was extremely vulnerable to damage, even if Xiahou Aotian carved the formation and strengthened the wall.

Thinking of this, Fu Qingyang frowned.

During tonight's siege, Tuoba Guanghe did not appear, nor did his giant army.

Tonight's siege was more like a routine matter. The Northern Dynasty retreated in a hurry after killing thousands of people.

Fu Qingyang's expression suddenly changed, he flew into the sky with his flying sword, and headed towards the distant Northern Dynasty military camp.

Three or four miles passed by in an instant. He rushed into the Northern Dynasty Army camp and waved his sword.

The sharp sword energy cut a sword mark more than ten feet long on the ground, and the military tents along the way were cut in half, including the tallest and most spacious military tent.

Drums and horns sounded in the Northern Dynasty military camp, and Wanyan Batian led a group of senior generals to rush out.

Fu Qingyang didn't even look at them, but stared at the empty handsome tent, his handsome face full of solemnity.

Wanyan Batian looked up and sneered:

"Yang Ce, guess where the marshal went?"

PS: typos should be corrected first and then corrected.