Chapter 703: magic weapon

All of a sudden, what everyone saw around was no longer the palace courtyard, but a patchwork, as if it were so thick, that it looked a little dazzling.
Heaven and earth seem to be upside down at this moment, and the moment of yin and yang are fused together. Only the crowd at the scene can see each other.
"Fantasy!"
Chu Yan responded over the first time.
A magical array rises in the palace, then the transformational monsters killed at this moment cannot find a specific coordinate to determine their own position.
It looked empty, but in fact there was a stone platform at the foot and a high wall in front of it.
It looked like a rockery was blocking it, but in fact there was a hidden killer there.
Moreover, the emperors, hundred officials, and monks seen by these transformed monsters may not really exist there.
The emperor standing in front of him may be just a mirror image.
Real people exist tens of meters away from this mirror.
Seeing this scene, everyone at the scene couldn't help cheering loudly, but Chu Yan's eyes flashed a strange light.
"This kind of illusion is a monk in the state of mind, and it is definitely beckoning—"
Chu Yan's heart was groaning, and suddenly the sky was billowing with black clouds.
The thick clouds shrouded the city, and at the same time, the sound of ghosts crying, horrifying and roaring came from this dark cloud. The sound was creepy and the whole body was shaking.
A chill, permeating from the bone marrow, Chu Yan took a deep breath, held back his inner fear, and looked at the dark cloud heart.
Suddenly, he saw a deformed monster with a bird head, holding a banner that was even taller with both hands, and kept waving.
The flag was mostly black, but the edges were white. The flag was embroidered with an open mouth, a ghostly face that seemed extremely painful.
And the billowing black clouds emerged from this ghost.
"magic weapon!"
Chu Yan's heart jumped up again.
After the magic, goodbye!
The sharp weapon used by monk Ningmaijing, even if it is sharper and tougher, is only similar to the weapon of the world.
The monks can really exert their power, but it is a magic weapon!
The lowest magic weapon is a magic weapon.
But it's not only magic weapon, it's magic weapon.
Only when the monk reaches at least the triple level of the terrestrial realm, can the monk's ability in this regard be exerted.
I originally thought that it would take a long time to see the fight, but today I saw it all at once.
For a moment, Chu Yan didn't know if he should lament whether he was too lucky or not lucky enough.
"Tianzhao Six Saints' Swallowing Raven Emperor!" Ling Songzhu, the elder of Shanhaihai, stared at this moment, yelling at the black cloud.
"Well, it is this seat! Let you taste the magic weapon of this seat that has just been refined—the power of the Thousand Souls Exterminating Corpses!" The emperor swallowed a smile, clenched the flagpole, and hurled towards The crowd waved.
Suddenly, a large cloud of black, with a flashing magic light, was crushed and crushed towards the dark by everyone.
Obviously, the group of demon monsters also understand that what they see is not necessarily true, so they simply do not attack at one person, but attack in pieces. If you do n’t believe this, you can still escape.
The rolling black clouds were like large octopuses with tentacles all over their bodies.
On the surface of the black clouds, Zhang Yan's faces kept appearing.
These faces either yell, growl, cry, or mourn, or gnash their teeth, or swear loudly, as if they had suffered all inhuman torture and died.
The sound of grinding teeth and chewing bones continued to come from inside the dark cloud. It made people hear it, and suddenly felt creepy, his body was cold, and he was scared with cold sweat.
"presumptuous!"
At this time, Ling Songzhu screamed, took out two ancient palm-sized mirrors, and shone toward the dark cloud.
Suddenly, the mirror surface appeared dazzling.
The glorious sun's rays burst out from the fury in an instant, and spread out instantly, causing a huge roar.
When the fiery light touched the dark cloud, suddenly the open faces of the dark cloud surface began to melt like candles, and at the same time, a hoarse sorrow erupted, as if a real person was put on fire.
"Eight-grade weapon-Daqian Jiuyang Mirror!" The king of swallowing crows eyes widened and exclaimed, "How can Daqian Jiuyang Mirror, one of the most magical artifacts owned by Shanhaijiao, be in your hands? ! "
Hearing the repeated exclaiming of the Swallowing Crow Emperor, Ling Songzhu snorted coldly, his mouth cocked: "It was specially prepared for you, do you believe it?"
"I don't believe it!" The Swallow King crowed.
"That defeats me!" Ling Songzhu screamed angrily, and in a moment, the aura of thirty-six meridians from the body, galloping and mighty, poured into the spirit.
Suddenly, the brightness of Daqian Jiuyang Mirror spread more than ten times.
Eye-catching brilliance is like a scorching sun rising in the ground, so that people can't even look directly at it. Even if the aura turns into his eyes, and then squints and looks away, for a short time, he will feel sore eyes and tears bursting out.
The dark clouds irradiated by the light suddenly melted, accompanied by sorrows, and there was a lot of noise, like the sound of a barbecue.
"The soul of my refining!" The Emperor Swallow cried, distressed.
Its red eyes, staring at Ling Songzhu at this moment, were full of resentment: "It must be a coincidence that the Daqian Jiuyang Mirror is the fourth magic weapon of Zhiyang Spirit Artifact, one of the treasures of the town of Shanhaijiao. How? Maybe just leave you with me. "
"Is it a coincidence? You will know soon." Ling Songzhu sneered and glanced back.
The Swallow Crow Emperor followed his gaze and suddenly saw Qin Shishi coming.
"A woman in the Broken Star Tower!" A roar came from the throat of Crow King.
Qin Shishi glanced at each other coldly, suddenly, raised his hand, palm of his hand, holding a small tower about the size of a palm.
This little tower is crystal clear and exuberant.
The surrounding aura, even turned into a dense rain of rain, sprinkled down in the square of the small tower, was refracted by the surrounding light, and even showed a few thin rainbows, which made people fascinated.
Seeing the little tower, the other monks looked puzzled, apparently wondering what material it was made of.
Chu Yan's gaze was condensed, and his heart suddenly jumped: "It was made by Lingyu, and it was also engraved with matrix formation, such a fierce aura, and it was held by Master Qin. Is it-"
The emperor who swallowed the sun stared at Master Qin for a moment, and suddenly, it seemed that he had realized something, his eyes appeared a look of astonishment, and he shouted at the big monster who was still fighting around: "Be careful This woman wants to— "
After waiting for the Japanese emperor to finish speaking, Qin Shishi clenched the small tower suddenly, his arms sinking.
Suddenly, in the void, a ray of bright light suddenly seemed to be ignited and emerged.