This pagoda looks simple and has no patterns, but when you see it, you can feel a kind of worship.

"Ancient magic weapon, this is an ancient magic weapon!" Liu Liren suddenly stood up from his seat, and said with a hint of reluctance and anger in his words.

The magic weapons are divided into five levels. In addition to the ordinary condensed magic weapons cast by the Jindan monks, there are also ancient magic weapons, spiritual magic weapons, pure yang magic weapons and the legendary Xuantian treasure. Ordinary condensed magic weapons are used by the Jindan monks; and the above-level ancient magic weapons and spiritual magic weapons can only be controlled by the Yuanying ancestor.

However, there are very few ancient magic weapons and spiritual magic weapons. It does not mean that a real person in Jindan can obtain an ancient magic weapon. Many Nascent Soul cultivators from ordinary sects have always used the condensed magic weapons they sacrificed after they achieved Jindan.

Many Nascent Soul Ancestors can even fight to the death for an ancient magic weapon. Now, the ancient magic weapon that even ordinary Nascent Soul Ancestors can hardly obtain appears on a Jindan real person, which is really shocking.

Liu Liren's unwillingness was that Duan Renjie was able to control the ancient magic weapon. Although he didn't know what secret method this was, it was a big unfair thing for Fang Ling.

In this battle, Fang Ling broke through the Great Five Elements Extinction Magic Needle, and he was already the winner. However, with the emergence of this ancient magic weapon, his hope of winning was almost zero.

"My son Fang Ling, it is your honor to be able to die under the beacon tower in my town. Today, I will let you turn into ashes under the beacon tower in this town." While speaking, Duan Renjie pinched his hand and said "Go". The five-story pagoda covered Fang Ling's head directly.

The tower was as big as a mountain, and it was invincible between its whereabouts. Fang Ling looked at the rapidly falling Zhenfeng Tower and his face became extremely solemn. Under this pagoda, he felt that the space around him and his own mind were all suppressed by an invisible force, making him feel that he had to move, and it became difficult for him to move.

Ancient magic weapon. This is the power of ancient magic weapon.

"Under the power of the golden elixir to raise ancient magic weapons, Old Ancestor Yan is such a good method. If Duan Renjie can achieve the Nascent Soul, this ancient magic weapon may be able to communicate with his hands!" Lan Taozi looked at the slowly falling Fengfeng Tower, and a hint of envy appeared on his face.

He just envied. He didn't consider Fang Ling's life or death at all. Although Fang Ling's magic power was not weak, under the ancient magic weapon, the possibility of his life was of course zero!

The Zhenfeng Tower is as big as a mountain, and Fang Ling, who is located under the Zhenfeng Tower, looks extremely small. In the eyes of most people, Fang Ling is suppressed by the Zhenfeng Tower. It is only a matter of time.

"Although Fang Ling's magic power is good, it is still a certain gap compared to Brother Renjie!" Xiong Yuxing looked at the Zhenfeng Tower that was about to fall and said quietly to a golden elixir monk beside him.

The Jindan monk smiled and nodded, "Brother Xiong said it well. Under this ancient magic weapon, even if there are two, you can only regret it here."

Fairy Ling Shui bit her lips tightly. Although she wanted to use Fang Ling's wrist to hit Duan Renjie's majesty, so as not to bother her and force her to stubbornly. However, under the power of this Fengtao Town, she had to give up this idea.

The Hantian Gate originally thought that even if it was worse than Zhenhuan Palace, it was not too far behind. Now this situation made Fairy Ling Shui deeply realize the gap between the two. Although the Jindan real person in Zhenhuan Palace is also excellent, they do not have such ancient magic weapons to protect themselves.

Ten zhang, eight zhang, six zhang...

The Zhenfeng Tower fell lower and lower. Fang Ling, who was under the Zhenfeng Tower, thoughts turned around and was about to use the Thunder Sword to attract the Nine Heavens Thunder. Although the Zhenfeng Tower is an ancient magic weapon, it may not be able to withstand his true solution to the Nine Heavens Thunder.

He slapped his small Qiankun bag and was about to summon the Thunderbolt Sword. But at this moment, his mind moved, and suddenly showed the Longhu Mountain Blessing Map, and directly included himself and Duan Renjie in the Longhu Mountain Blessing Map.

Although Duan Renjie was extremely tired, he was full of energy. As long as he included Fang Ling under the Zhenfeng Tower, he believed that in a short time and three moments, he could turn this opponent who had lost all his face into ashes.

However, just when he was extremely happy, he felt that the scenery in front of him changed, and in an instant, he actually appeared in a strange space. This was also a mountain range, but Duan Renjie was sure that he had never been here.

What place is this? How could I be here?

However, at the moment of his horror, the breath of the Great Five Elements Extinction Divine Needle appeared again. He was surprised in his heart. He was just about to activate the magic trick to retract the Great Five Elements Extinction Divine Needle when he felt dizzy, and strong winds suddenly rose around him.

The Jindan monk didn't take the wind seriously at all. But when he was blown, Duan Renjie felt that his soul seemed to be blown away. As a true disciple of the Hantian Sect, Duan Renjie was very knowledgeable and understood in an instant: this was definitely not an ordinary wind, but the Nine Heavens Gangfeng!

How could there be a Nine Heavens Gangfeng here? He sank in his heart and quickly pinched the magic tricks, trying to form a protective cover outside his body. However, when the magic tricks were pinched, he obviously felt that his cultivation seemed to be suppressed.

The operation of the true energy became extremely slow. It took three breaths to complete what he should have done in an instant in his heart. During these three breaths, the rolling wind was like a knife, blowing dozens of holes into his treasure robes.

The moment the protective cover was formed, Duan Renjie finally breathed a sigh of relief. He looked around and wanted to rush out of the formation, but looking around, there was a vast world and no trace of it was found.

A quarter of an hour later, Duan Renjie felt that his true energy was starting to be unable to supply. He was originally very rich in real life, but using the Fengcheng Tower almost exhausted his true energy. At this time, he was naturally unable to do so.

Just as he was preparing to change the magic tricks, hundreds of whirlwinds, like hundreds of wind dragons, strangled towards him from all directions. Although the wind dragon formed by the nine-day gale wind was invisible and material, once it was strangled, it could definitely stir the person into pieces.

Duan Renjie, who gritted his teeth, suddenly spit out a mouthful of blood, trying to use his desperate escape technique to escape from this strange place. However, just as his magic tricks were activated, Fang Ling, who had long been hiding in the Three Evil Soul Chasing Formation, suddenly appeared behind him. The White Tiger Seven Killing Map flashed, and a giant axe had already slashed on Duan Renjie's body.

With a scream of horror, Duan Renjie's body was instantly split into two pieces. An egg-sized golden elixir flew out of Duan Renjie's body. Below the golden elixir, there was a jade talisman, carrying Duan Renjie's body, turned into a stream of light, and flew quickly outside the Three Evil Soul Chasing Formation. Fang Ling's divine thoughts flashed, the rolling sky wind, cold rain, and red fire frantically enveloped Duan Renjie's golden elixir.

Although the light of the jade talisman was calm, it formed a half-foot aperture. No matter how Fang Ling tried to activate the Three Evil Soul Chasing Formation, it would be difficult to break the aperture.

"Fang Ling, I will never die. In three years, I will definitely avenge today. Now you don't have to waste your energy. This jade talisman is a spiritual talisman refined by the ancestor Yan himself. Even the ancestor of the Nascent Soul will be difficult to break. Hahaha!" Duan Renjie's voice sounded from the golden elixir, with a hint of pride in his voice.

Yan Chenzhou, Yan Chenzhou again! The Fengfeng Tower just now was his masterpiece. Now, the talisman that protects Duan Renjie is also his masterpiece. This little trick this person gave his disciples is so powerful, so should he be very powerful?

In any case, I have to give Sister Shuying a chance to choose. If I can't even destroy Yan Chenzhou's disciples, what else can I give Sister Shuying a chance to choose? Fang Ling, whose arrogance was aroused, instantly turned into a lightning bolt and chased Duan Renjie's golden elixir quickly.

The wind became more and more violent, and the cold rain was like an ice snatch, and the rolling red fire burned in the sky. The ordinary Jindan real person should have long been scattered in this Three Evil Soul Chasing Formation, but the white light on the jade talisman was not shaken at all.

Just as the sharp sword formed by the White Tiger Seven Killings Map slashed over the white light again, the white light on the jade talisman suddenly gathered into a finger. The finger was neither long nor short, and looked like the most ordinary finger in the world, but as one finger popped out, the Three Evil Soul Chasing Formation suddenly broke a hole.

No, it should be said that Fang Ling’s Longhu Mountain Blessing Map broke a hole.

Since getting this lucky map of Longhu Mountain, Fang Ling has been running freely and has never suffered any losses. But now, a hole has been punched by a finger.

What kind of power is this finger?

"Fang Ling, even if you can win me for a while, you will die in my hands, because I am the four heroes and five heroes of the Hantian Gate. You are a demon demon, never think of comparing me. How about the finger just now? Hahaha, I tell you, this is the invincible finger. It is your luck to see this finger!"

Duan Renjie's spiritual sense attached to the golden elixir was laughing wildly, but Fang Ling had no time to pay attention to his ridicule. He was thinking about the finger, and the finger popped out, giving him the feeling that it was like a rushing river of heaven, and like a comet cutting through the sky!

Invincible fingers, I am invincible!

Without using magic weapons or Taoism, there is only this finger. What kind of state does Yan Chenzhou's cultivation have reached? How terrible it would be if he used magic weapons and Taoism? If he couldn't even keep him, why would he compete with Yan Chenzhou in the future?

The thought flashed, and Fang Ling's figure appeared in front of the hole. He looked at the fingers that still appeared on the jade talisman, and snorted coldly in his mouth. The magic trick in his hand quickly pinched, and the Thunder Ridge Sword was instantly sacrificed. (To be continued...)
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