Yang Junshan suddenly plotted, Lan Ying couldn't dodge, and was broken by his stone cone. Not to mention the protective power, he also pierced her left arm in one fell swoop.
Lan Ying thought to herself that if she continued to fight, she would not be able to take advantage, so she immediately decided to withdraw and leave.
Yang Junshan obviously didn't expect the other party to retreat so resolutely, you must know that Qingfeng Zhenren had just yelled that he had been poisoned, and the barbarian monk Lao Du was really rushing towards Yang Junshan's side.
Lan Ying retreated more than a hundred feet away in one fell swoop, Yang Junshan couldn't catch up, but he heard the roar of Qingfeng Zhenren from the other side: "If you want to leave, how can it be so easy?"
Yang Junshan immediately stopped trying to chase the witch monk again, turned around and flew towards the position of Qingfeng Zhenren and the old poison fighting.
"Old poison, hurry up, that one is also heading towards you!"
Lan Ying saw Yang Junshan's actions and immediately reminded him, and at the same time, he was separated from Yang Junshan at a certain distance, and also ran towards the position of the battle to respond.
When Yang Junshan arrived, he saw that Qingfeng Zhenren's face was full of black and blue, obviously he was poisoned, but for some reason, it did not affect his combat power, but instead looked like a mad tiger, desperately stopping the old poison.
The strength of the barbarian monk Lao Poison and the head-on battle was naturally far inferior to that of Qingfeng Zhenren, and he relied on nothing more than unguardable poison magical powers.
Before Yang Junshan arrived, Lao Du had already heard the reminder of the witch monk Lan Ying, but he was also reminded by Qingfeng Zhenren, who had been poisoned by Lao Du and suffered such a big loss, of course he would not give up.
The moment Yang Junshan appeared, the "snake twister" flew out of his hand and wrapped around the old poison's body.
Seeing with his own eyes how the demon cultivator Jia He died tragically after being imprisoned by Yang Junshan, the old poison was naturally extremely concerned about Yang Junshan's rope, and hurriedly sacrificed a long whip made of cartilage from the unknown desolate beast in his hand, and the two magic weapons were suddenly entangled in mid-air.
Yang Junshan missed a hit, but he also contained the old poison's magic weapon, Qingfeng Zhenren took advantage of the situation to attack, and a spiritual weapon magic weapon wind wheel in his hand rotated in mid-air, with a sharp howl, hovering around the old poison's body.
The protective energy supported by the old poison could not stop the rapid cutting of the wind wheel at all, and it often required him to use other magical powers again to repel it.
Seeing Yang Junshan's move, the witch Lan Ying also rushed forward to prepare to receive the old poison to break through, she knew very well in her heart that at this time, the old poison alone could not break through on its own, and the Wu clan had always had a good relationship with the barbarians, although this operation had failed, but Lan Ying was able to take the lead in organizing five co-monks of different races before, and the strong support of the old poison was inseparable.
Yang Junshan popped out of the air with a finger of his backhand, and with a buzzing sound, Lan Ying's witch weapon was bounced crooked by Yang Junshan's lithotripsy, and he immediately lost his accuracy.
After seeing Yang Junshan's strength before, she knew that if she rushed up, she would not be able to take advantage of Yang Junshan's hands, so she simply just cruised around the periphery.
Yang Junshan was so tired of this person's back and forth harassment, but he was helpless about it, but fortunately, at this time Qingfeng Zhenren had completely gained the upper hand, although Yang Junshan could not participate in the siege, but occasionally there would be one or two magical powers to help, and the old poison's situation was still precarious.
Although Qingfeng Zhenren calls himself a scattered cultivator, he can inherit the techniques and supernatural powers he has cultivated, and his own strength is extremely strong. Either they were left behind by their predecessors and were fortunate to receive a complete and rigorous inheritance.
Lan Ying was able to contain Yang Junshan at the limit, and on the other side, Qingfeng Zhenren continued to exert his strength, a wind wheel broke the old poison's several magical powers in a row, and the old poison's barbaric weapon was entangled by Yang Junshan's "snake twist" from time to time, and finally one was careless, and was caught by Qingfeng Zhenren, and the wind wheel roared past, cutting off Lao Du's left leg below the knee.
The old poison let out a painful cry, and the blood sprayed out from the wound on his left leg suddenly turned into a black and red blood mist, baring his teeth and claws and rushing towards Yang Junshan.
The old poisonous eyes were fierce, and suddenly pointed at the severed half of the calf, and the brutal patterns on the calves suddenly flashed with a faint light, and then those decorations rotated rapidly as if they had turned alive.
Yang Junshan instinctively sensed the danger, and saw the black and red strange blood mist rushing in, so he hurriedly shouted: "No, retreat quickly!"
This time, there was no need for Yang Junshan to say more, Qingfeng Zhenren, who had already suffered a loss, retreated with Yang Junshan without saying a word, and a loud noise came from the location where the previous half-amputated leg was, countless blood rains splashed, and the branches thick and thick of the thighs were directly pierced, and after the hole was pierced, there was also a "snort" sound on the branches, and the hole was still expanding under the corrosion of blood foam.
Yang Junshan and Qingfeng Zhenren had already withdrawn dozens of feet away, avoiding the powerful corrosive blood rain, and when the two returned to the distance, Lan Ying and Lao Du had already disappeared.
Yang Junshan looked at Qingfeng Zhenren's black face soaked in poison, and asked: "Daoist, are you okay with the poison on your body?"
Qingfeng Zhenren stretched out his hand in front of him and wiped it, and a water light opened up, forming a water mirror that reflected his shadow in the water.
"!" When Qingfeng Zhenren saw himself in the water mirror, he burst into foul language on the spot and said, "At this point, I'm afraid it won't take three to five months to expel the toxin."
Qingfeng Zhenren obviously also has a unique way to deal with toxins, and Yang Junshan didn't ask much, so he said: "This time, since the Taoist has a way to drive away the poison, then I will take my leave."
"I'm not busy, I would like to ask a Taoist friend for a small favor."
"What?" Yang Junshan turned his head suspiciously.
"Fellow Taoist, please come with me?" Qingfeng Zhenren said as he walked towards the canopy not far away.
At this time, the giant peach tree on the top of Red Mist Mountain had already withered, leaving only a dead tree, and the originally lush canopy looked like winter had suddenly arrived at this time.
Yang Junshan pondered slightly, but still followed Qingfeng Zhenren, and after turning around a messy dead branch, a branch as thick as a waist appeared in front of the two of them.
This branch looks extremely special, because compared to other branches that have withered, this branch is charred black, it looks like it should have been burned by heavenly fire, but what is really strange is that the surface of the branch scorched by the heavenly fire has a faint and bright texture, and even stared at this piece of burnt wood for a long time, there was actually a strong tingling in his eyes, Yang Junshan's spiritual consciousness didn't even need to perceive it, he knew that there was a huge energy contained in this piece of burnt wood.
Yang Junshan was still walking forward, but the real person Qingfeng next to him had already stopped, and the two of them were looking at this piece of scorched wood from a distance of seven or eight feet.
"Thousand-year-old lightning strikes peach wood?"
Yang Junshan's amazement seemed to make Qingfeng Zhenren very satisfied.
"You fought that old poison because you found this thing?"
Qingfeng Zhenren nodded and said: "Yes, if I hadn't been too happy to find this half of Thunderwood at that time, how could I have possessed the path of that barbarian monk."
"Then you call me to come down......"
Now that Lan Ying and Lao Du, the two extraterritorial monks, have been repulsed, this thunder wood stands to reason that as long as Qingfeng Zhenren doesn't say anything, it will definitely belong to him, but now that he has called Yang Junshan over, then......
"To tell you the truth, all around are poisonous traps set by the barbarian monks, and I just took a step forward, stepping on a trap and it has become what it is now.
If it falls into the hands of a real master of refining weapons, at least two treasure weapons can be produced, and the remaining scraps can be fully utilized, and it is not a problem to make a few small spiritual weapons.
Yang Junshan was naturally enthusiastic, he knew that although the demonic disasters were raging in the early stage of the great changes in heaven and earth, in the later stages, races such as the demons and the Shura blood race were the more severe, and the supernatural powers and magic weapons of the thunder attribute were extremely obvious to them.
Although Yang Junshan did not have the inheritance of thunder attribute magical powers, if he had a handy thunder attribute magic weapon, it would also have a strong deterrent effect on monks such as demon cultivators and blood cultivators.
By the way, I also want to add some monks among the barbarians who practice toxic magical powers such as Lao Du, the thunder magic power is the most restrained for this kind of magical power, the old poison only lays a poisonous trap around this piece of thunder wood, instead of taking it directly, the main reason is probably that he himself cannot get close to this half of the thunder wood, originally he should have wanted to use the power of the witch Lan Ying, but unexpectedly the incident happened suddenly, and finally the two were defeated, but this thing fell into the hands of Yang Junshan and Qingfeng Zhenren.
Although Yang Junshan had a strong ability to avoid poison, he couldn't take the risk of taking his own life, so he straightened the "snake strangle" and tried to strangle the thunder wood from the peach wood.
Seeing this, Qingfeng Zhenren hurriedly wanted to remind, but Yang Junshan had already discovered that something was wrong, just within five zhang of the snake twist had just entered the thunder wood, several wisps of poisonous smoke were entangled, and what was even more terrifying was that these poisonous smokes were actually corroding Yang Junshan's wisp of spiritual consciousness left in the spiritual weapon snake twist.
Yang Junshan endured a tingling in his head and said angrily: "No way, burn, all the dead branches and leaves around Leimu are gone."
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