Chapter 760: Fire Exhausted (Requesting Monthly Tickets for Extra Update 12)

"Attack quickly! The magic tool he just used is definitely not simple! He must be weak right now!"

His shout stabilized the morale in an instant. Several people looked at each other, drove their magic tools together, and instead of retreating, they advanced to kill the person in front of them.

Daoist Zhuang pinched a spell, stood firmly on the spot, closed two fingers, moved the fire into his dantian, his heart full of fear and greed.

If you really want to ask, Daoist Zhuang is not one of the direct disciples of Changxiaozi. He joined halfway, didn't even have a Daoist name, and had no loyalty to Chengyan in the Grand Void.

But his eyes were sharp. In the surging Xuanyang Lihuo just now, only he saw clearly that the other party used a magic tool.

'Such a powerful Xuanyang Lihuo object... it must be unusual... if I can get it in my hands...'

At this moment, it was Daoist Zhuang who had the strongest murderous intent. He stabilized the morale with righteous indignation, but Li Zhouwei smiled for the first time. He pushed the long halberd horizontally, clanged to block the magic tools of the two, and the Xuanyang Lihuo flag behind him rose again.

Several people fought together again. After a fierce battle just now, Li Zhouwei really looked somewhat lacking in magic power. The spirit light in the sky scattered down again, actually suppressing this fierce man again.

The fight below was lively, and Bai Binzi in the sky was also full of tears, gritting his teeth. The 【Yongjing Xuanhuan】 type of range spirit tool itself consumed a lot of mind, and he drove the spirit tool with the body of Foundation Establishment, which added a few difficulties. Maintaining the 【Yongjing Xuanhuan】 had already cost too much spiritual sense... making it very difficult for him to free his hands...

But at this moment, his heart was filled with grief and indignation. He didn't care whether the True Person could take action or not. With wide eyes, he poured all his magic power and even his essence into the spirit tool.

The 【Yongjing Xuanhuan】 gained such magic power support and finally showed some of its true power. The spirit light suppression became thicker and thicker, actually suppressing the black flames on Li Zhouwei's halberd bit by bit, making him more and more left and right, and he was injured several times in a row.

Bai Binzi felt happy in his heart, and his whole body's magic power poured into it further. Who knew that the small gray brocade bag at his waist suddenly jumped, and a talisman inside seemed to have an effect, burning with a bang.

Suddenly, green light shone, and a golden light escaped from the top of Bai Binzi's head. He suddenly recovered his sobriety, his mind went blank for a moment, and the confusion retreated rapidly.

"Not good!"

Looking at the excited appearance of the crowd at his feet, he only felt a chill crawling up his spine. Taking advantage of the talisman's effect not yet fading, he slapped the 【Yongjing Xuanhuan】 with his palm. The spirit light in the sky suddenly transformed, and this spirit tool turned into its original form and fell into his hand.

Bai Binzi's face was gloomy, he only felt his whole body soft, and he quickly pinched a spell and fell.

Li Zhouwei saw that the spirit light in the sky no longer fell, understood that the other party had not been fooled, and felt regret in his heart. The long halberd in his hand suddenly changed, the power of the surging black flames increased several times, and the Shangyao Fu Guang at the center of his brow erupted again.

This old man in front was preparing to retreat. Who knew that the 【Solar Yingli Art】 would suddenly erupt, turning into several white rays of light to drag him. Just this one step slower, the long halberd had already smashed down with strong wind pressure.

"Boom!"

This old man was smashed into two hands in an instant, and the Shangyao Fu Guang flew over, smashing a hole the size of a fist on his head, flickering with a piece of flames. It must be cooked inside.

'Pity...'

This shot of Shangyao Fu Guang was too hasty, and its power was far inferior to before. At this moment, several people hurriedly retreated. Li Zhouwei did not chase, but put away his weapon and stood in the air.

Bai Binzi drove the wind down, and Daoist Zhuang was extremely dissatisfied with his sudden act of putting away the spirit tool. Anger filled his chest, and he was about to attack, but heard Bai Binzi say coldly:

"The talisman given by the True Person has taken effect! Just now, either I was confused by destiny, or I was confused by divine abilities and spirit tools. Retreat quickly!"

As soon as he said this, Daoist Zhuang felt a chill rush to his forehead, and his heart was terrified:

"How could I covet his things!"

Bai Binzi retreated a few steps, and in the end, there was still unwillingness in his heart.

In the original plan, it was not as simple as a 【Yongjing Xuanhuan】. The 【Yongjing Xuanhuan】 is a spirit tool that destroys spells and overturns mysterious arrays. It was originally intended to deal with the massive number of cultivators and more than a dozen Foundation Establishments of the Li family, breaking the array at a critical moment so that Li Zhouwei could not escape...

What was truly prepared for Li Zhouwei was the 【Mountain Ming Moving Peak Rope】! That spirit rope entangled and bound, restraining tool art, plus the 【Yongjing Xuanhuan】, making Li Zhouwei have no way to escape...

"Who knew... it would end up in such a situation!"

Looking at Li Zhouwei standing holding the halberd, Bai Binzi's gaze gradually lowered, and his heart was bitter: 'Today's matter, is it just my Senior Chang Xiao? It's not one or two people who want to harm Li Zhouwei.'

He could only hide these words in his heart and dared not say them. The 【Yongjing Xuanhuan】 in his hand shone slightly. His mouth trembled, but in the end, he said nothing and drove the wind away.

In the long sky, the cranes were still wailing and circling in the soaring Xuanyang Lihuo. Li Zhouwei planted his long halberd and slowly closed his eyes. This golden-eyed man wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and stepped toward the ground step by step.

A bit of crystal flashed at the corner of his eye and immediately evaporated and disappeared on the 【Yuan'e】 soft armor that had been roasted red.

Grand Void.

The Grand Void was pitch black, rising and falling, but there was a faint light. In the darkness, there was a desk, and a middle-aged man in a Daoist robe was sitting cross-legged on the side.

He had half-white hair and beard, looked kind and amiable, and carried a precious sword on his back, with Geng metal as the scabbard, emitting a halo.

Opposite this sword cultivator sat a man in brown clothes, who looked somewhat honest, waiting respectfully on the side, lowering his head and saying nothing, as if waiting for instructions.

"Senior Li... look..."

Although this brown-clothed man's attitude was respectful, his face was somewhat ugly. He hesitated and asked. The sword cultivator opposite finally raised his brows, glanced at him, and replied:

"Look at what."

This brown-clothed man immediately stopped talking and sat on the side somewhat frustrated. This sword cultivator lowered his brows and examined the Grand Void for a while, waiting for the several Zifu around to disperse, and then said:

"Fellow Daoist Chengyan, I don't care how you act in your own territory, but you ran all the way to my Sword Gate territory to show off your power, and you even want to kill my Sword Immortal descendant. That is not following the rules."

'Is that my own business...'

Chengyan felt bitter in his heart and replied: "This matter was my lack of consideration. I originally wanted to invite this little friend to my Senior Chang Xiao Gate to meet, and through him, ask about the news of my Great True Person. I didn't expect to make such a big fuss, which makes my family look bad."

"It was indeed the junior's ignorance. I apologize to the Senior here... please don't blame me."

True Person Senior Ling Mei raised his brows, and those brows lifted immediately, showing sharpness. This sword cultivator replied:

"Fart." ===== CHAPTER 761 =====