Chapter 542 (1/2)

These twelve flying swords are obviously not a complete set of magic weapons, but the real twelve flying swords. Flying in the air, they are constantly changing their directions, and in an instant they come from all directions to Weisuo's body.

This kind of flying sword control method should be the sword array control method of some ancient sects. It is more powerful than the double flying sword method of controlling two flying swords.

The red robed Friar's dress is the standard dress of a monk in the northern part of Tianxuan. Weisuo had always heard that the monks in the northern part of Tianxuan, where the living environment was the worst, were generally one grade higher than those in other places. Now it seems that they are.

It is a rare method to control flying sword when a friar comes at random.

Moreover, the power of each black flying sword has at least the inferior power of spirit level. It is also equivalent to twelve spirit weapons with one hand. It is very amazing.

But this kind of power, for the present Weisuo, of course, is nothing at all.

”Poof!”

Weisuo just stretched out his hand, and a blue and black crystal like light gushed out. Under the grasp of xuansha ghost's claw, all twelve black flying swords were directly pressed to kill the power and caught Weisuo in front of him.

”Ah

At the sight of such a scene, the red monk, who was ready to kill Weisuo, knew that he had kicked him to the iron plate, and his face was filled with horror.

”He is so magical that he has the power above the Dao level just by his skills. He must be a great monk of the golden elixir who hides his breath.” The two monks in the rear who had been closely following the friars in the red robe, saw that Weisuo grabbed them casually and forcibly took up all the twelve flying swords. All of them felt a pang in their hearts, changed their faces, and immediately did not dare to move forward.

”Give up your treasure bag and the control method of flying sword, and spare your life.” He put the twelve flying swords into the nabao bag, and Weisuo looked at the monk in red without expression.

”Are you dreaming?” Hearing what Weisuo said, a green aura appeared outside the unknown monk in red robe. At the same time, he gritted his teeth and lifted his hand to release some magic weapon.

But his hand had just been lifted up. ”Hiss”, a dark golden sword light had easily broken through his aura, and directly cut off his arm.

”Ah

The red robed monk screamed, his body shook violently, and the blood gushed from his broken arm.

”I'll say it again for the last time. I'll give you your purse and the flying sword control method you just used to spare your life.” Weisuo looked at the red monk without expression and said coldly.

Weisuo had no sympathy for such a friar who wanted to kill himself.

”My method of flying sword control is also in nabao bag.” At the moment, the red robed friar had completely understood that he had not only kicked the iron plate, but also the iron mountain. In the extreme fear, he did not dare to deal with the injured arm first, and immediately threw a nabao bag to Weisuo.

With a glance of Weisuo's divine sense and a little finger, a piece of black ancient talisman immediately appeared in this ordinary nabao bag.

After the divine consciousness was swept away again, Weisuo, regardless of the monk in red robe, collected the black ancient Rune and nabao bag and swept it directly over the red monk's head.

Just in front of him, more than 900 Zhang, a section of the mountain fell into the swamp.

On the top of the mountain, there are all kinds of animal bones. However, among the bones and remains of the white bone jungle, there are some lights flashing in many places. It seems that the most suitable parts of the monster are not the demon beast, but the demon pill and magic beads.

Wei Suo remembered that when he had just entered the outskirts of Qingcheng ruins, he saw a mountain peak on the periphery, which seemed to be covered with white bones. Now it seems that the chaotic prohibition actually cut off the mountain peak and rolled it here.

He now has the method of refining the black bone Ming king, and the refining of the black bone Mingjun of the Yin corpse sect is not difficult. What he lacks is only materials.

Maybe there are materials suitable for refining black bone Ming Jun on the mountain top covered with white bones.

Seeing Weisuo without looking at himself, the red monk who had broken his arm glanced at him bitterly. He did not dare to stop at all. He went directly to the swamp which had become a huge battlefield.

”If you want to go, stay!”

But just at the edge of the swamp, two blue lights suddenly shot out of a cloud above, and twisted the severely damaged monk in two.

Immediately, a grey monk with an unknown blue paint on his face, which could prevent divine sense exploration, flew down from the dark clouds and wrapped the red monk with Zhenyuan.

After a quick look at it, the grey monk was furious and threw the red monk's body into the swamp below. Obviously, the reason why the grey monk was so furious was that he found that there was nothing valuable in the monk who he killed by sneaking attack.