Chapter 789: Iron-Poison Flying Ants, Killing the Gods (4k Subscription Required)

"A fifth-grade upper-grade spiritual treasure and a fifth-grade middle-grade spiritual treasure?" Wei Tu's eyes flashed with golden light. After seeing the grade of the green formation flag, he was surprised. He never expected that the old man with white eyebrows was so wealthy.

You know, even Master Lan, who has long enjoyed a great reputation in the Central Region, has no fifth-grade upper-grade spiritual treasures on her. She only has a fifth-grade middle-grade spiritual treasure passed down by her ancestors to support the scene.

But after thinking about it carefully, this is normal.

Treasures such as magic tools and spiritual treasures can be made by weapon refiners or cultivated by cultivators themselves.

The old man with white eyebrows has practiced for thousands of years. Even if the spiritual treasures he had at the beginning were only fifth-grade lower-grade, the grade would be greatly improved in these thousands of years of cultivation.

Not to mention this kind of "old cultivators of the transformation of the spirit", most of the spiritual treasures in their hands are the best of the fifth-grade middle-grade.

In other words, without this powerful spiritual treasure as a backing, this cultivator probably wouldn't dare to wait outside the Jianhuo Palace for him to come.

Fortunately, he was cautious and chose to break through the middle stage of the Spiritualization first, and then find trouble with the old man with white eyebrows. Otherwise, it would be hard to predict who would win or lose if he fought with him with only the cultivation of the early stage of the Spiritualization.

In terms of strength, the old man with white eyebrows, who has the bonus of the fifth-level high-quality spiritual treasure, is much more difficult to deal with than Master Qiye.

Fortunately, after breaking through the middle stage of the Spiritualization, he is no longer the same as before.

Seeing the blood-red dragon rushing towards him with its fangs and claws, Wei Tu's face did not change, and the "Yangpo Immortal Clothes" on his body instantly propped up. At the same time, he flipped his right palm, and a towering hill emerged in his hand. When the dragon pounced on him, he threw it hard on the top of the dragon's head.

This towering mountain is nothing else, it is the genuine [Wan Qingshan] that he got when he killed Ding Lezheng, a fifth-level lower-grade spiritual treasure, but in terms of power, it is enough to be a fifth-level middle-grade.

Moreover, this mountain is also most suitable for a body-refining cultivator like him to use, and it can exert enough strength.

Before, when fighting with other gods in the Great Yan cultivation world, he did not dare to use this treasure easily, for fear of being recognized by others and then exposing his true identity.

But at this moment, in front of the "reclusive god" of the white-browed old man, there is no such worry.

The next moment.

The blood-red dragon that collided head-on with the [Wan Qingshan] thrown by Wei Tu could not help but wail "Awoo", and the speed of rushing forward suddenly stagnated, and at the same time, the spiritual light on its body also dimmed a little, weakened by one tenth or one twelveth.

You know, mountain-type magic weapons like [Wan Qingshan] are extremely powerful magic weapons. With the power of Wei Tu, a fifth-level body cultivator, ordinary gods can hardly be easily hit. Now this blood-red dragon has only suffered some injuries, which is already powerful enough.

However, although the blood-red dragon paused, the hot flames it swept turned into waves of fiery red in an instant and rushed towards Wei Tu.

Sizzle! Sizzle!

The "Yangpo Immortal Clothes" met the fiery red waves. Although it firmly resisted this attack, it was inevitably evaporated by the flames it carried.

But unfortunately, Wei Tu's "Yangpo Immortal Clothes" was not transformed from a magic weapon. As soon as his blood and qi circulated, the "Yangpo Immortal Clothes" that was burned on the outside was restored to its original state in an instant.

"This kid is really tricky." Seeing this scene, the white-browed old man's face became uglier. He quickly made hand gestures with both hands and injected dozens of magic spells into the fiery red stone mirror floating in front of him.

In an instant, the fiery red stone mirror spewed out several flames again, which greatly increased the temperature of the surrounding fire area. Even the nearby void seemed to be distorted by the hot fire area.

However, after performing this method, the white-browed old man's breath was obviously much weaker. Obviously, using this method was also a big blow to him.

However, Wei Tu, who had withstood the attack, obviously would not stay in his original position. When the blood-red dragon shook its head and used the flames in the fire area to rush towards him again, he turned into thousands of blood crows with a tap of his toes and disappeared on the spot.

At this moment, the white-browed old man surrounded by the fire area was strangely difficult to find Wei Tu's trace with his spiritual sense.

He was immediately horrified, and with a flick of his sleeves, he offered dozens of defensive talismans and various defensive magic weapons, which turned into layers of shields to protect his whole body.

The next moment, a wave of space ripples, and Wei Tu, who had green wings on his back, suddenly came behind him without knowing when. He raised his hand and tore, and his dozens of shields were easily broken like paper.

At the same time, on his left side, two black iron-like flying rings carrying blue and purple clouds shot towards him.

However, the white-browed old man who saw this scene was not afraid on his face, but a smile of conspiracy appeared in his eyes.

He raised his hand, and a thumb-sized black flying insect flew out of his sleeve, facing Wei Tu without dodging.

Then, he shook his body again, and turned into a blurred blood shadow, disappeared from the original position, and avoided the fatal blow of the flying ring magic weapon on the left.

However, something that the old man with white eyebrows could never have predicted happened. When he was dodging, a gray mist suddenly appeared in his mind, like a sharp blade, corroding his soul.

He paused in pain.

But at this moment, a barely detectable golden chain swept towards his body like a spirit snake.

As soon as he touched the golden chain, his body was like a sealed talisman, and part of his magic power was imprisoned.

This shocked him greatly, and he was ready to use the magic formula to escape again. However, it was less than one tenth of a breath since he turned into a blood shadow and escaped last time. In a short period of time, it was impossible for him to perform this technique again.

However, when he thought of the terrible consequences of being trapped by the golden chain, he no longer hesitated. After a trace of ruthlessness appeared on his face, he sacrificed his left arm with a "bang" and then escaped with blood.

At this time, the black flying insect sacrificed by the white-browed old man finally came in front of Wei Tu.

The whole body of this insect was like cast iron, shaped like an ant, but it was more than ten times larger than an ant.

The flying speed was also four or five times faster than Wei Tu's blood escape speed. When Wei Tu's consciousness captured this insect and tried to use magic power to shake it away, the insect had already approached.

"It's an iron poison flying ant!" The ghost soul hurriedly reminded Wei Tu to quickly avoid it and not to contact it.

However, when the words fell, this "iron poison flying ant" had already pounced on Wei Tu's body.

With a bite from its mouthparts, a big hole was instantly torn in Wei Tu's "Yangpo Fairy Clothes", and at the same time, the light golden feathers were also infected with spiritual poison at this moment, and quickly turned black from the wound.

After being infected with this spiritual poison, Wei Tu also found that the power of his spiritual body in his body began to be slowly sealed, which meant that it was difficult for him to escape by regenerating his body and "breaking the tail of a gecko".

At this moment, Wei Tu finally understood why the white-browed old man was confident and dared to wait for him. This beast relied not only on the green formation flag of the fifth-level upper-grade spiritual treasure, but also on this "iron poison flying ant" that was extremely toxic, difficult to kill, and could be called the nemesis of the body refiner.

In this short moment, he had tried to use more than ten methods such as spiritual consciousness, blood, and magic power to push away or kill this insect, but it was difficult to do so.

This "iron poison flying ant" seems to be naturally immune to spiritual consciousness, magic power and other things.

"But what if it is the floating and heavy law?" Wei Tu's eyes condensed, and a gray breath spread over him, rushing towards the "iron poison flying ant" lying on his "Yangpo Immortal Clothes".

In an instant, the "iron poison flying ant" grabbed his body, like a spike, and it was difficult to stabilize it. It was like drunk, floating around his body.

Obviously, the "floating and heavy law" containing the rules of heaven and earth is difficult for this insect to be immune.

"Floating and heavy law? You actually comprehended the floating and heavy law?" While successfully trapping the iron poison flying ant, Wei Tu's mind also heard the voice of the ghost soul that was quite shocked and unbelievable.

After all, it is already a very good talent for ordinary gods to comprehend a natural law.

The opposing and mutually generated law such as floating and heavy law is basically something that only cultivators in the refining realm can comprehend.

As if aware of his own loss of composure, the Ghost Soul calmed down and explained: "This Iron Poison Flying Ant is immune to most of the Laws, Law Domains, and even the rules of heaven and earth. Of course, this is also the case with the more powerful Iron Poison Flying Ants... This Iron Poison Flying Ant is only at the fifth level, and can only be immune to the Laws, but not to the Law Domains and Laws."

"But the Floating Laws are an exception. You are lucky."

"That may not be the case." Wei Tu raised his eyes slightly and looked inward at his "Evil Eyes of Chaos". He also felt that if he activated the "Heavenly Ghost Soul Seed" and turned into a ghost, he could temporarily resist the poison of the Iron Poison Flying Ant.

In other words.

He had more than one way to deal with this strange insect.

However, it was easier and more permanent to trap the insect with the "Floating Laws".

...

From the time the Iron Poison Flying Ant took over his body to the time Wei Tu controlled the insect with the "Floating Laws", less than half a breath had passed.

Therefore, the old man with white eyebrows, who was forced to cut off one arm and escape from the [Xuanling Gold Chain], did not keep a long distance from Wei Tu. After he was away from Wei Tu, he controlled the blood-red dragon again, ready to take advantage of Wei Tu's weakness and give Wei Tu a fatal blow.

Therefore, after seeing Wei Tu suddenly "detoxify" and trap the "iron poison flying ant" with the floating and heavy method, his face was full of astonishment and disbelief.

This iron poison flying ant has been raised by him for thousands of years, and he knows its toxicity and ability very well.

In the past, when he calculated other gods, he was almost always successful.

But now, it has failed in the hands of Wei Tu?

"This boy has great luck and cannot be defeated."

The old man with white eyebrows took a deep breath, flicked his sleeves, took away the red stone mirror, and then jumped onto the back of the blood-red dragon and immediately began to escape.

Now, his biggest support is gone, how can he still have the confidence to fight with Wei Tu again.

However, just as he was about to escape, he saw an iron nail that was deeply stuck in the void, invisible, and with mysterious spiritual patterns on its surface, suddenly launched, like a sharp arrow, and shot towards his forehead.

"Not good!" The white-browed old man was alarmed, foreshadowing that Wei Tu's iron nail spiritual treasure was not easy to deal with. He panicked and took out the flaming red stone mirror again and blocked it in front of him.

Dingdang!

The two treasures collided, and the flaming red stone mirror was instantly gouged with a deep gap by the [Destroying God Nail], and the spiritual light dimmed a lot.

However, although the [Destroying God Nail] did not work, in this moment of delay, Wei Tu, who was delayed by the "Iron Poison Flying Ant", caught up with the white-browed old man again.

At this moment, the white-browed old man had no time to summon the "blood-red dragon" transformed by the green formation flag again. He was terrified, and even the flaming red stone mirror, the spiritual treasure, was not recovered in time, and he immediately fled again.

But Wei Tu had already expected this. He smiled coldly, and the green wings on his back flapped again. After a moment, he appeared right in front of where the white-browed old man was escaping.

His blood energy was activated, and the muscles on his body were knotted and bulged, and they were stacked together, like a giant holding up the sky, and he threw the towering hill in his hand again.

There was a pop.

The white-browed old man who was in blood escape was instantly smashed into a ball of flesh by the huge mountain.

However, at this critical moment, a baby wrapped in rays of light also escaped from under the mountain.

It stands to reason that the speed at which the Nascent Soul leaves the body is much faster than the speed at which the physical body escapes. The white-browed old man's Nascent Soul escapes from the body at a speed that is enough to escape the pursuit of the late stage of divine transformation.

But unfortunately, under the urging of the "curse" of the ghost god's split soul, the white-browed old man's soul wailed again, and his figure was once again frozen in the air.

This short period of time was enough for Wei Tu to seize the opportunity.

He stepped forward in an instant, and a dark talisman appeared in his palm, and he wanted to use the "spirit-binding talisman" to seal the white-browed old man's soul so that he could search for the soul.

However, it is a pity that his spirit-binding talisman is only at the fifth-level low-grade level. When it landed on the eyebrows of the white-browed old man, it was directly rushed away by his powerful spiritual consciousness.

"You want to search for souls, old man? Delusion!" The white-browed old man had a look of fear and anger on his face. After scolding him, he directly aroused the magic power in his body and prepared to self-destruct.

But Wei Tu was well prepared for this. After seeing that he was unable to imprison the white-browed old man, he immediately showed a ruthless expression and stabbed the white-browed old man's Nascent Soul with one hand, directly squeezing the man's soul to death.

Moments later, waves of mana spewed out from the white-browed old man's broken Nascent Soul, forming streams of pure mana rain that fell from the air.

"It seems that it is time to improve my level of Talisman and successfully refine the "Dingling Talisman" as soon as possible. Otherwise, if I encounter Master Qiye and let this person self-destruct like the master of Huoyang Island, Chi Fengtai will The traces... are not that easy to find.”

Wei Tu took back the spirit-binding talisman in his palm, and glanced at the various fifth-level talisman-making methods given by Jiang Lingzi in his sleeve.

Among them, a fifth-level high-grade talisman called the "Ling-fixing Talisman" has very similar functions to the "Ling-binding Talisman", but in terms of power, it is much better than the "Ling-binding Talisman".

Then, he flicked his sleeves and robes, and took away the storage magic weapon left by the white-browed old man on his body, as well as the flaming stone mirror he had left behind. After cleaning the battlefield, he lifted the light and pointed towards the sword fire. Rushed in the direction of the palace.

Even though Gong Shulan assured him that during this operation to eliminate the white-browed old man and his gang, he was confident of holding back Tang Fengyi and the elder of Sword and Fire Palace, but after all, it was one against two, so the danger was still considerable. (End of chapter)