Chapter 296 Choice
294 Choice
There is no doubt that he is jealous.
No longer hesitating, he dashed forward and walked forward.
"Who?"
"Bold!" the old man in the team, the only innate warrior shouted, and jumped up to meet him.
The Qi Practitioner in the sedan also reacted and hurriedly took out his storage bag.
Innate warriors can fight and practice their Qi.
The old man punched out with great momentum, locking onto Wan Jing.
Wan Jing flicked his wrist.
The bone bell hanging above rang.
Suddenly, the old man started shaking as if he had drunk alcohol.
The others didn't even try to squeeze in, they just fell to the ground and passed out.
Then Wan Jing patted his waist.
A bone sword shot away.
Submerged in the sedan chair.
Before the cultivator could recover from the dizziness, he was directly pierced between the eyebrows by the flying bone sword.
Here, Wan Jing didn't stop either. A slap had already been placed on the head of the old man's head.
I saw that the old man's body was withering at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Wan Jing made a sound of comfort and was in better condition than ever before.
A flash of red light flashed in his eyes, and a hint of murderous intent surged out.
Then he jumped up and arrived in front of the sedan in a blink of an eye. Then he confirmed that the immortal cultivator was dead, then took off the storage bag from his waist and took a look.
Spiritual stone? Spiritual elixir?
All scenes are ecstatic.
But X Xiaodao didn't like it. There were only thirteen spiritual stones, and the spiritual elixir was the lowest level, low-grade.
It's worse than what's produced in the factory in Aqua Blue Star's small world.
"Look at his waist!" Xiao Dao reminded.
Wan Jing was stunned and quickly checked.
A little bit of ash.
He was stunned.
"He's dead. Fu Lu set himself on fire. I'm afraid someone will come soon." Xiao Dao reminded.
This made Wan Jing's expression change.
Quickly began to set up the formation.
After the cloth is laid, the corpse of the monk is placed in the center and the runes are drawn with blood.
This is based on monks with spiritual roots as the core, and the magic method is enough to quickly obtain the magic weapon, but it is still not enough to obtain the magic weapon.
Then he hesitated for a moment, gritted his teeth, and a fierce light flashed in his eyes.
He turned around and rushed directly towards the village.
If you don't do one thing, you won't stop.
Now that it has been exposed.
No more hiding.
He jumped into the village.
"Who?"
A loud shout sounded.
A mouthful of blood spurted on the white bone bell on his wrist.
The crisp bell sounded.
This effect was at least twice as powerful as before, and its scope covered the entire village.
Everyone in the village who heard it rolled their eyes and fell to the ground before they could react.
"No, demon cultivator."
The shout came from someone who turned out to be an innate warrior.
Wan Jing jumped towards the sound.
Soon, I found it.
Innate warrior.
The erupting sound of bells was only at a great distance to prevent him from falling into coma.
Even so, he couldn't even stand firmly.
The understanding was penetrated by the flying sword of white bones.
Three innates.
Soon they all died under the flying sword.
It's not that there are only three innates, but the others are closer to the bell and they also blend in.
But instead, his life was spared.
In the corner of the village, there is an inconspicuous thatched house, just far away from the bell.
The village chief inside was also the only monk in the village. The old man, who had perfected his qi training but had no chance of breakthrough in his life, responded quickly.
Endure the dizziness.
A talisman light soared into the sky and lost its luster in the blink of an eye.
Damn it!
Wan Jing was not very experienced after all, and it was already too late when he reacted.
The bone flying sword turned and headed towards the inconspicuous thatched cottage.
Patterns appeared around the inconspicuous thatched house, forming a mask of light.
"Array?"
Wan Jing's expression changed and he activated the Bone Flying Sword with all his strength again.
Attacked one after another, but failed to break through.
The old village chief breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, it was not foundation building.
"Boy, don't you have any knowledge? Even if you build a foundation, you can't even think of breaking through my defensive formation in a short time. I have already released the rescue talisman, and a strong person will arrive soon." The old man sneered.
At this time, the ringing sound has disappeared, and Wan Jing, who controls the flying sword, cannot control two magic weapons at the same time.
He looked carefully at the outside world.
Only one person?
What a courageous person.
I am afraid that the demon cub who is undergoing a trial actually has two magic weapons.
His eyes are constantly changing, he has matured as a man, he knows a lot, and he has already guessed the situation of the other party.
Hearing the sound, Wan Jing's expression changed, and he was worried about reinforcements.
He attacked again and again.
The expression of the old man in the room changed, and he was struggling. The third cultivator of the Four Spiritual Roots, he originally thought that this would be the case in his life, with only a few years to live, but now there has been a change. If he robbed the demon bastard of the trial, he would have completed it. At least there is a chance to build a foundation.
Moreover, the whole village was baptized by demons, and only he survived. He didn't even take action, and he couldn't explain it.
At this time, Wan Jing was anxious and repeatedly activated the bone flying sword to attack the light shield of the thatched house. ,
after several consecutive blows, Wan Jing was about to give up, but found that the light shield was actually a bit dim.
He was overjoyed and without hesitation, he spurted out a mouthful of blood.
Landing on the flying bone sword, the flying bone sword suddenly gained a layer of blood and its power increased dramatically.
There is already a blow from the early stage of foundation building.
The speed was also much faster, and it hit the protective light shield of the thatched house again.
"Break it for me." The pale Wan Jing shouted loudly.
At this time, he looked very bad. How could the righteous man dare to consume blood essence at will, but he was a demonic man.
All it takes is one innate and ten fresh corpse blood sacrifices of mortals to restore a drop of his blood essence.
He didn't know that the luster was dim just now because the old man inside had removed one of the three spiritual stones that contained the energy of the formation, thus weakening the effect.
At this time, he was overjoyed to see the changes in Feijian, but he also quickly put the removed spiritual stone on it.
To restore the protective glow of its thatched hut once again.
Only then did he block such a full blow.
The light shield suddenly dimmed.
It can really block an attack in the early stage of foundation building, but such an attack will definitely break through with at most two attacks.
However, seeing the protective shield recover before the attack, Wan Jing knew that he had been fooled.
Even though I could still spurt out a drop of blood, I was nervous, hesitated for a moment, and planned to give up.
As long as you run away, there are plenty of opportunities.
Next time, with experience, you won't be so passive.
Immediately, he climbed onto the Bone Flying Sword and flew directly into the distance.
The village chief in the thatched house was stunned and wanted to rush out, but he was used to living a peaceful life and hesitated for a while.
Because the corpses outside were still there, the devil was not considered successful, and he had some explanations. This hesitation revealed that the target had disappeared from sight.
Suddenly I felt disappointed and slapped myself on the head. After all, I was old and I had missed this opportunity.
Damn it!
Missed the opportunity, will he really die of old age?
He is holding a talisman in his hand. This is his trump card, a second-level fireball talisman.
Even the common fireball talisman is of the second level and has the power of one strike in the foundation building stage.
Maybe, a sneak attack can kill the enemy instantly.
This made him feel very guilty and regretful.
This may be the only opportunity in this life.
Then, he slapped himself hard on the head.
When people get old, they become stupid.
That devil kid would be willing to give up anything, but he would never give up on those villagers.
These are the qualifications of the devil.
Yes, Wan Jing didn't fly far at all and landed directly at the formation just now.
There were only dense white bones left there, and they shattered at the touch, obviously losing their essence.
But in the center of the formation, there is an extra piece of skin. ,
covered with crawling bloody lines.
Wan Jing made a few handprints, and the lines slowly disappeared. A medium-grade talisman, the human race bag was completed.
It doesn't take too many people to practice it, and you can reach the top level.
Wan Jing grabbed it and headed back directly. ,
not daring to waste any second, worrying about the enemy that could be chasing him at any time.
In a few seconds, we arrived in the village.
As soon as the flying sword fell, spiritual power was injected into the human race bag.
Rolling wailing sounds were accompanied by black mist, pouring out, and wherever it passed, all the villagers and the like were sucked into it.
These villagers have inhaled hundreds of them, and with the addition of innate warriors, the human race bag may be upgraded to a top-quality talisman.
When it reaches the highest level, it can attract ten thousand people, which is enough to complete the task.
However, because of this, you can only enter, but cannot exit, and it is a one-time use.
If he could blood sacrifice another village, including the spiritual root cultivators in it, there would be a high chance of being upgraded to a primary magic weapon.
At that time, it can be released and retracted, and can be used multiple times.
Wan Jing had these thoughts, and suddenly a talisman light flashed across, and a fireball shot out.
Damn it.
Wan Jing's expression changed drastically, he hurriedly retreated, and the flying bone sword flew away.
Boom, the bone flying sword hit and exploded.
But it was still too close.
Wan Jing screamed. He was not hit directly, but he was blown away. Most of his body was covered in flames and he was seriously injured instantly.
Whoosh!
A sword light flashed across.
Bells and talismans, refined iron flying swords.
A very ordinary flying sword.
However, the old man was born as a mortal and worked part-time to earn money. He was already quite old when he got the flying sword, so he had no hope of warming up the magic weapon, so he chose a cheap magic weapon.
And this fine iron flying sword is of lower quality and naturally cheaper.
Therefore, the village chief also gave up any further plans and exchanged his life savings for a foundation-building talisman, which he used as a trump card and could be passed down to future generations.
Hiding under the corpse, the old village chief was obviously prepared for a sneak attack. His position was also excellent, and he almost guessed where Wan Jing would return.
Being cunning and cunning, he succeeded with one blow.
The flying sword penetrated Wan Jing's body, and Wan Jing, who was burning with flames, became motionless.
Although he did not die immediately, he would soon become a charred corpse.
The knife didn't take action and killed mortals for no reason. He was still a little unhappy, even though he was not the Holy Mother.
In this case, the Demonic Way is not suitable for him to be an undercover agent, so he plans to change his host.
It would be more convenient to change to one with spiritual roots.
It is best for those with few spiritual roots to work as casual cultivators, who can quickly improve their strength by supporting themselves, and then walk around, do transactions, and make a profit first by buying and selling, and then it depends on the situation.
"Haha! I will complete the trial on your behalf and get the chance to build the foundation." The old village chief laughed excitedly.
I have always dreamed of building a foundation, and the opportunity just came to me.
As soon as these words came out, Xiaodao became unhappy.
Not even a good product?
Immediately the spirit liquid was thrown out.
Moisturize.
The flames on the unconscious Wan Jing's body quickly extinguished, and his body recovered quickly.
He woke up immediately from his coma.
The laughing village chief was not careless and was still staring at the corpse of the devil.
Seeing this change, his face changed, and the fine iron flying sword turned and stabbed again.
Bell!
A mouthful (drop) of blood spurted out, and the white bone bell was stained with blood and rang.
not good!
The old village chief suddenly started shaking.
If it is just to activate the primary magic weapon, the sound of the bell can still compete with it. After all, it has been practiced for a lifetime.
But this essence and blood inspired it.
Not to mention him, even his fine-iron flying sword missed an inch and passed by Wan Jing at a distance of more than one meter.
The flying bone sword flew up with cracks on it.
Originally, a primary magical weapon would not be injured if it was hit by a fireball.
However, the magic weapon formed by magic tricks is somewhat weaker than other magic weapons, and its quality is even worse.
However, it does not affect use.
The bone-white flying sword passed by.
The old man's heart was pierced.
he died.
The devil naturally has a way to confirm his death.
Wan Jing immediately activated the human seed bag again and collected all the other corpses.
The village chief's body was not like this. Instead, he carried it and flew away with all his strength on the flying sword.
After he left, a flying boat shot over at a high speed, and three foundation-building monks flew down from above, as well as more than a dozen Qi-training monks.
He quickly checked everything around him.
And he actually opened the formation of thatched cottage directly and easily.
There are no corpses left, and the aura here is definitely demonic.
"The damn devil has actually appeared here."
Immediately notify other villages to alert them, and notify them immediately if any abnormalities are found.
The eyes of the others lit up. Killing the demon bastard will give you a lot of rewards.
"Don't be careless. If you are
a casual cultivator of the devil's path, that's it." ""If you are a devil on a trial mission, you all have the means to destroy everything. If you are careless, even if you are building a foundation, you may be in trouble.
"It shouldn't be strong, there is no breakthrough formation, but the village chief still has some blood, and rushed out to save the villagers.
It's a pity.
"Now is not the time to talk about this, the devil may not escape far, find him and kill him , is what we should do. "
That's right...!
The three foundation-building practitioners discussed it, and each took a few Qi-training monks to search separately.
"Hey, even the defensive array in the village cannot be broken, it must be just the Qi-training period. Mainly because there is no foundation building, killing it is not a problem. "One of the Zhujis smiled and took out a talisman.
The credit for killing the devil boy belongs to me.
As for Wan Jing, he flew far away in one breath, until there was not much spiritual energy left.
After all , Without spiritual roots, even if he practices great perfection, the spiritual energy in his body is three points less than those with spiritual roots, and it is not pure.
Coupled with the loss of essence and blood, he is very tired.
If he meets the enemy at this time, he will not even have half the strength. He couldn't do anything.
He landed on a hilltop in the wilderness, looked around, quickly dug a hole, and hid in.
After entering, Wan Jing bit his finger, carefully drew some magic patterns on the old village chief's body, and then pressed his hand He stood on the head of the dead old village chief, muttering something in his mouth.
The old village chief's body dried up at a speed visible to the naked eye, and soon became a mummy.
At this time, Wan Jing's complexion was completely restored, and even the lost essence and blood They all recovered, and he even felt like he was about to break through.
But he knew that this was an illusion. He had no spiritual roots. If he had, this fresh Qi-training Dzogchen body that had just been killed would have spiritual roots and half a breakthrough. Maybe, definitely not now.
(End of chapter)