Chapter 475: Cultivation Base Hurricane (two more)

[System optimization is complete, the host can use a full permission experience opportunity, whether to choose to use it? 】
The sound of the system sounded in Zhou Ming's mind. Pang Yi's immortal consciousness was within Zhou Ming's sea of ​​consciousness, but he could not hear this sound.
"Yes, use it."
There was a dull voice in Zhou Ming's sea of ​​consciousness.
Pang Yi could not help but pause when Pang Yi heard this voice. He didn't understand that a spiritual Consciousness Sea had broken the defense, what other tricks could he play.
Thinking that Chen Ziwen had only the strength of the supernatural power realm, he did not hesitate to transform the immortal consciousness into sharp vines, wanting to pierce the misty light and shadow in the depths of the sea of ​​consciousness.
"Om!"
A burst of silver light shone from Zhou Ming's soul, and Pang Yi only felt that his immortal consciousness seemed to have been burned by fire, and it was continuously melting into Zhou Ming's sea of ​​consciousness.
He quickly withdrew his immortal consciousness, and with a move of his palm, he wanted to give a fatal blow to the strange demon in front of him.
"boom!"
The sky trembled, and Pang Yi's palm fell on Zhou Ming, blasting his whole person into a trace of illusory dust.
"Boom bang bang..."
A series of explosions echoed behind Pang Yi. He quickly turned his head and took a closer look. Under the golden sky, a young man holding a black giant sword was sneered, with infinite killing intent, and slashed at him. under!
How can it be!
Feeling the power of this sword, Pang Yi's face changed wildly. How could this person's breath suddenly...
Before he could think about it, he grabbed it with one hand and wanted to block Zhou Ming's sword.
However, the power of Zhou Ming's sword was beyond imagination, and the rules of sword intent between heaven and earth rushed out, condensed on the blade, and with a single click, it directly split the palm of the heavenly immortal in half.
"puff!"
A large amount of golden fairy blood smashed down, knocking out deep pits on the ground.
[The host has the highest level of authority in the system and can use all the functions of the system unlimitedly. 】
[The merchandise in the system mall is unblocked and can be used at will during the experience period without deducting the host’s existing fantasy value. 】
[Mall magic weapon purchase function unlocked. 】
[Mall rules purchase function unlocked. 】
[Mall Universe Treasure purchase function unlocked. 】
[Unlock the shopping function in the mall world. 】
[The host has two minutes of experience with full system permissions. During this period, any changes to external rules and all consequences will be borne by the host. 】
[After the experience time is over, the system will reclaim all items used by the host during this period. 】
[Countdown starts at 00:01:59]
The golden seal of mind in Zhou Ming's soul shines brightly, and the power of mind is mixed with the huge spiritual power of Zhou Ming's knowledge of the sea, like sea water, soaring in Zhou Ming's small spiritual world.
Zhou Ming's cultivation strength also rushed all the way from the supernatural power realm, supernatural powers, infant transformation, concentration, sabotage, and flying immortals.
The cultivation base could not stop until he reached Fei Xian. He stood high above the sky, with long hair flying wildly, his eyes staring like a and demon, looking at Pang Yi who caught his palm and turned it back. A hoarse voice squeezed from his throat: "Old Piff, die!"
When the voice fell, the black giant sword in his hand immediately slashed down in anger, a black sword aura, like a half crescent moon, passing everything towards Pang Yi's body.
"Small bugs!"
Although Pang Yi was shocked in his heart, he still stepped aside. His phantom was cut in half by black sword energy, but he made a sneer, took out a black spear, and stabbed Zhou Ming!
Even if Pang Yi didn’t know how Zhou Ming raised his own cultivation base from supernatural power to Feixian, and also brought himself ten Huaying Infant spiritual cultivation to kill him, but he was confident that he was strong, and he still mobilized to Zhou Ming without fear. Offensive.
"boom!"
A hundred-meter-long gunshot burst out in the sky, and the space where the two men were in kept shaking, as if it was about to collapse.
Zhou Ming stared at the spear in Pang Yi's hand, his eyes condensed. This spear was a low-grade fairy!
With a wave of the Demon Jue Sword in his hand, the immortal power surged and collided with Pang Yi's spear.
"when!"
The shadows of the guns and swords intersected, and a ring of sound patterns of soldiers fighting in the sky burst.
"Crack!"
Although Zhou Ming wrapped the Demon Jue Sword with immortal power, it still couldn't match the power of the lower-grade immortal artifact, and a small crack suddenly appeared on the sword.
"Spirit Skills Shattered Palm!"
Zhou Ming moved his palm and hit Pang Yi directly, his movements were as fast as lightning!
"Snapped!"
Pang Yi stretched out his palm and hit Zhou Ming's arm, trying to dissolve his palm, but the whole person was hit by the ancient wild beasts and flew backwards suddenly!
Zhou Ming put away the Demon Jue Sword, and pursued the victory with a punch, blasting Pang Yi's back again.
But Pang Yi was prepared at this time, and when the spear turned, he picked Zhou Ming's head.
Zhou Ming stepped backwards, and he retreated a hundred meters away, stunned to avoid Pang Yi's dangerous shot.
Standing far away, Zhou Ming clenched his fists, and couldn't help sighing in his heart. His mind ability and spiritual strength worked together, and at most he could only raise his strength to the realm of flying immortals, and this cultivation level was still a bit vain. Can't be used by him completely.
He divided his consciousness into a strand and placed it in the system mall.
[Whether to buy the artifact of good fortune, open the giant sickle? 】
"Yes."
Zhou Ming turned around and rushed straight to Pang Yi. On his right hand, a twisted red sickle that looked very huge suddenly condensed.
The sickle was red like a flame, and it was incompatible with the whole world. The pressure was dissipated, and the surrounding space was distorted.
When Pang Yi saw this red sickle, his heart tightened. This weapon seemed to be... an artifact of good fortune!
An artifact of good fortune beyond the fairy!
Pang Yi was shocked, this kid actually possessed an artifact!
"Boom!"
A blood-red sickle swung over, and Pang Yi quickly drew his gun to block. He saw endless power ripples between the sky and the earth, two celestial powers collided, the artifact and the celestial weapon fought together, and the colors between the sky and the earth were all at this moment. It disappeared, and the surrounding air was stripped away and turned into a broad dark vacuum.
With the blessing of the artifacts of good fortune, Zhou Ming fought more and more bravely. The giant sickle in his hand seemed to possess infinite divine power, constantly exploding the red blade in the dark vacuum, slashing towards Pang Yi.
As a veteran immortal, Pang Yi is naturally unable to be defeated by Zhou Ming, who relied on the power of rules to improve. He swept with one shot, bringing up thousands of shots, and every shot hit the weakness of the red blade. Where, after several sweeps, the red blade of the sickle was wiped out clean.
Zhou Ming held the giant sickle in his hand, his face was pale, and his body was weak.
Fortune artifacts generally only Da Luo Jinxian can fully exert their power, and like him now, it takes a lot of immortal power to barely use, and the rules on this artifact also suppress him enough.
[Whether to buy God Huan Dan? 】
"Yes."
Zhou Ming got a breath of breath between the attacks, and soon cast his consciousness into the system mall again, and purchased a recovery medicine.
Divine Return Pill: A universe-grade pill that can eliminate all negative rules in the living beings, heal all injuries, and restore all the energy consumed in the living beings. The value is immeasurable. Fantasy value: 50000.
When Zhou Ming flipped his palm, he swallowed this god-returning pill into his stomach, and a coolness was dissipated from the inside out. His body rose with the power of the rules, and in a blink of an eye, his body injuries and powerlessness disappeared in an instant. .
Feeling the immortal power overflowing in his dantian, Zhou Ming turned his hand to open the giant scythe, he sighed in relief, and dodged to the side, avoiding Pang Yi's shot.
Pang Yi saw that Zhou Ming was a little weak in succession, and a greedy expression immediately appeared in his eyes.
Sacred artifacts of good fortune, something that many golden immortals can't ask for, even the Nine Heavens Palace, only has a sword of good fortune, and this is only a kid in the realm of flying immortals, who can actually have a artifact of good fortune, it is really a godsend.
The killing intent on Pang Yi's face skyrocketed, and the artifact that Zhou Ming was holding made him jealous. He just wanted to take that artifact away. As for Zhou Ming's life and death, he didn't care at all.
Yuan Tian's original intention was to let them kill this person. As long as Chen Ziwen was killed, this artifact of good fortune would be his property.
It is amazing how ten Huaying died spiritually! Pang Yi now a little bit wants to thank the weak demon in front of him, if he hadn't killed the ten infant transformation spirits and obtained the artifacts, he would have to remove the traces.
Pang Yi's greed rose in his heart, and with a stroke of the spear in his hand, a red space stretched out from behind him, wrapping Zhou Ming in.
Zhou Ming frowned, glanced at the countdown in his mind, took a deep breath, held the giant scythe in both hands, and slashed down at Pang Yi!
"Open heaven!"
Zhou Ming's voice echoed endlessly in this red space. A sickle blade that was even brighter than this space resembled a circle of unsolidified blood. With thunder and ears, it cut open the muddy red. At the same time , A small red line suddenly passed through Pang Yi's body.
"How...how...maybe break me..."
Pang Yi's whole body became two flat and symmetrical halves, and the golden fairy blood within his body was entangled, as if he wanted to heal his body.
Seeing how this could give Pang Yi this opportunity, Zhou Ming moved his palm and a black flame rose up, burning Pang Yi's body to ashes in the blink of an eye.
He knew that Pang Yi just wanted to expand his immortal realm, but the giant sickle of the sky happened to be an artifact that could cut through anything.
Many monks don’t know that the moment when the realm is expanded is a period of weakness for a spiritual practitioner. This time is so short that it can be ignored. Therefore, when many spiritual practitioners face the enemy, they will open their own realm when the time is ripe. Double your combat power to suppress your opponent.
This is also a subtle flaw that Zhou Ming learned of when he had cultivated to Da Luo Jinxian. This small amount of time often becomes the Achilles’ heel of many fighting cultivators who abuse the domain. Therefore, seeing Pang Yi unfolding his domain, Zhou Ming knew that his opportunity had come. In an instant, he not only used space transfer to speed up the opening of the sky. The giant sickle's attack, and also deliberately let Pang Yi include himself in his domain space, relaxing his mind.
When Pang Yi reacted, his physical body had been cut open by the giant scythe of the sky, and he couldn't do it to defend himself.
A cloud of white light floated from a pile of black embers. Seeing Zhou Ming standing in the void, it seemed to tremble twice and was about to flee.
"Want to go?!"
When Zhou Ming saw this Baimang, his eyes were cold, his palm moved, and he drew it over.
"Devil! Dare to kill me! Jiutian Palace will never let you go!"
Pang Yi's furious voice came from this white light. He was very scared now, but he still roared at Zhou Ming stubbornly.
The white light was transformed by Pang Yi's soul. After a spiritual cultivation reached the realm of the immortal, the soul would form a substantive primordial spirit. This group of white light was the primordial spirit of Pang Yi.
"Do you think I would be afraid of your Nine Heavens Palace?"
Zhou Ming sneered, and reached out his hand to grab Pang Yi's primordial spirit, and black flames suddenly rose, burning it into ashes.
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