Authentic Magic Gate - Chapter 503
[Chapter 503]
The surrounding black cloud-like material squeezed inward. Ye Ting did not shrink the battleship this time, but expanded the battleship forcefully to fight against the pressure in the space channel.
Although Bai He and Mu Jiuge were sober, their Primordial Spirit perception had been lowered too much, and they felt a little dazed. And their sense of time is wrong. More than half an hour is only less than a minute for them.
Void cultivators can only adapt very slowly if they travel through space frequently.
The truly sober people are Ye Ting and his incarnation. Ye Ting communicated with his senior brother, and found that his senior brother could barely protect himself, and Bai He couldn’t help either.
Ye Ting said to Ye Qinglian: “You carefully control the battleship, I have to go out and see.”
Ye Qinglian objected, Ye Ting knew that this was her own consciousness differentiation, and it was against her own body, because Ye Qinglian also had her ability to judge.
“Don’t worry, I have the Dragon City Chariot here, and even if I live in the void, I can go back to meet the stars.” After Ye Ting finished speaking, he jumped out of the battleship. extrusion.
With a stroke of Ye Ting’s finger, a sword light tore a crack in the black cloud. Ye Ting drilled in and released a magic mirror pupil, which illuminated all directions.
Is it alive? Ye Ting’s magic mirror pupil quickly analyzed the material properties of this black cloud, like the shell on a turtle, it looks like a dead thing, but in fact it can only grow on the body of a living being.
But like the tortoise shell, this thing doesn’t feel pain. Even if I crush all the black clouds, I can’t hurt the thing.
It’s really a strange species, I just don’t know what it’s used for. If he didn’t come to attack Ye Ting, Ye Ting wouldn’t come to trouble him. And the monks have never heard of such a thing happening when they travel through the space passage.
This kind of creature should be mutated and unique, and it is impossible to reproduce. Otherwise, the cultivators would have encountered countless similar situations for a long time.
It is more difficult to find the body of this creature. Ye Ting’s own consciousness released in this black cloud is too short, only a few dozen miles away, and his perception is affected, so he can’t search carefully.
There are nine figures in Ye Ting’s body. This is not the body of the Nine Demons, but the condensed magic. Each of the nine figures held a magic mirror and cast their nets in the dark clouds to find them.
The eyes of the refining magic mirror emit a faint and clear light, intertwined with each other. In less than a quarter of an hour, Ye Ting found the target. It was an eyeball-like creature. Looking closely, the huge eyeballs took up 90% of the body’s volume. The body is only the size of the little finger, falling behind the eyeball.
The nine figures were encircled, and the creature was locked at once. When Ye Ting was still hesitating whether to capture it alive or kill it, the body with the small eyeball bowed and bounced away from the lock of the nine figures.
The wooden hairpin on Ye Ting’s head flashed blue light, and the Kunlun Divine Sword automatically protected the body, and it was a sword toward the back. The creature didn’t know how to get behind Ye Ting’s head and was about to attack, but was killed directly by the Kunlun Divine Sword, and its body was smashed into dust. Ye Ting returned and grabbed only a dark iron ball.
Ye Ting was speechless and looked at the iron ball. Inside the core, there was a vibrant demon pill.
The demon pill is still alive, but unfortunately, after the physical body was destroyed, all the unique attributes were destroyed. The black cloud can no longer be produced by the demon pill. The Kunlun Divine Sword went down, Ye Ting was already trying to control it, and in the end, only a demon pill and a dark shell were left.
Ye Ting released the Great Void Mirror, and absorbed the black clouds crazily. It took more than an hour before the black clouds were completely cleaned up. Ye Ting caught up with the wind and thunder battleship, and it was only ten breaths before the battleship jumped. into the predetermined coordinate space.
No danger? Ye Ting was surprised that in his own perception, because of the obstruction of this black cloud, there should have been bad consequences.
“Junior brother, go over there!” Mu Jiuge pointed to the distance, thousands of miles away, a golden temple was rising from the ground and flying into the sky.
Ye Ting’s consciousness swept around the temple in an instant, and was bounced back forcefully.
“Damn it, was it robbed?” Ye Ting urged the wind and thunder battleship to speed up to catch up. Bai He complained: “This speed is much faster than usual.”
“Hmph, if you can’t get the lamp oil, you won’t have the wick.” Mu Jiuge was not polite at all.
“Then don’t hurry!” Bai He laughed, waved his sleeves, and the wind was blowing. Sure enough, the wind and thunder battleship accelerated by 20%.
The speed of these two is nothing, no matter how fast it is, it is temporary, but Ye Ting is surprised that his spell can affect his battleship, which is the power that blesses the core of the entire battleship formation.
Moreover, Bai He already knew some secrets of the battleship. With the help of this strong wind, Ye Ting’s battleship accelerated again, just like taking off from the stars and using the power of the stars to accelerate.
“Is there no virtual realm?” Ye Ting’s biggest concern is not this, but that in the golden temple, there is clearly a power equivalent to the virtual realm.
“That’s Arhat, not a virtual realm.” Bai He was high-spirited, and without a virtual realm opponent, he was really boring.
His main task is to clean up the virtual monks outside Kyushu. As long as he is not a disciple of Kyushu, he can deal with it. Those who refuse to take refuge in Qingcheng will all end in the same fate.
For Bai He’s attitude, Ye Ting also felt quite boring. Aren’t Arhats and virtual realms the same thing?
After all, the speed of the Chanyuan is not as fast as the battleship of the wind and thunder, and only Bai He is the only one on Ye Ting’s side to release the aura of the virtual realm. Mu Jiuge is well hidden, at least under the armor that Ye Ting gave him, thousands of miles away, The Luohan on the opposite side was also unable to find the existence of another virtual cultivator.
The golden temple hesitated for a moment, then turned to face the wind and thunder warship. The width of the temple itself was more than one mile, and the width of the wind and thunder warship was less than ten feet. It is considered a behemoth among flying warships, but compared with the Zen Temple, it is like something that can be broken when it hits.
“How domineering!” Bai He stood at the bow of the ship, looking at the approaching Golden Temple.
There were five high towers standing behind the temple, and the front door was open. In the huge courtyard, there were hundreds of Buddhist monks and soldiers. Monk soldiers are the backbone of Buddhism, not the kind of alien soldiers.
These monk soldiers, like the Taoist soldiers of Taoism, can provide strength to the strong. A monk stood at the gate, leaning on the soldiers behind him, and perfectly concentrated his breath inside his body.
He was holding a long stick of mixed gold, with a string of dark purple Buddha beads hanging on his left hand, wearing a seven-treasure cassock, and a golden lotus pedestal under his feet.
Seeing the battleship approaching, he pointed a long stick, and a golden wind swept toward the battleship.
Ye Ting saw the color change. The golden wind contained such a powerful force that even a mountain would be shattered. The attack range is more than ten miles in size, which is the same as the original Qinglian Furious Sea. Once a weakness is found somewhere on the target, the rest of the attacks will immediately blur and gather on the weakness.
Ye Ting didn’t care about the battle, but put the mysterious turtle hidden breath method on his brother, Mu Jiuge smiled slightly, and the hidden breath of the virtual world was more perfect.
The other party is more than a virtual realm. Although the Arhat at the entrance of the Chanyuan is a little weak, Bai He can’t help the other party for a while. The powerhouses of Buddhism are so troublesome, their defenses are super strong, and they have three or five lives.
Bai He opened his five fingers, jumped five little ghosts on his fingertips, and swung towards the front. These five little ghosts stirred his vitality and formed a vortex in an instant. The speed of the vortex expansion made Ye Ting a little dizzy. It expanded to the same width as the golden wind.
I heard a squeak, as if the ancient giant beast devoured its prey, and the golden wind was swept away by the whirlpool and disappeared.
Bai He smiled and said, “We won’t know the difference between three or five years in the competition of spells. Come, come, you and I will fight!”
“That’s what I mean.” The monk moved the lotus platform and came to the front of the battleship, and the long stick of gold smashed down towards the battleship.
This battleship is equivalent to a Taoist weapon. It can be said that it is effective. If the local strength is not blessed by the formation, the stick will be smashed into a large piece.
If the monk uses the Law of Arhat, half of the battleship will be destroyed.
Ye Ting’s reaction was timely enough. In front of the battleship, the layers of wind and thunder condensed in an instant, and the long stick of gold seemed to hit the cotton and slipped to the side. The strength was weakened to less than one percent, and when the monk returned to fight again, the golden long stick was thrown into the air by the warship.
“Sure enough.” Bai He jumped down with a smile, beheading a giant sword in his hand.
The monk’s golden long stick didn’t parry, and swept across several dozen feet.
“Your senior brother is going too far. My battleship is very expensive.” Ye Ting complained to Tang Ji that if the battleship was blown up by a stick, he would suffer the loss.
“Senior brother is to show the defensive capabilities of the warship, so that the other party will no longer try to attack this warship.” Tang Ji explained to Ye Ting that Ye Ting did not use him to explain, of course he knew Bai He’s intention, the problem was that Bai He did not follow up with him. Explain yourself.
In the Golden Temple, the strength blessed by hundreds of monks and soldiers can still be given to this monk. Ye Ting was also not good at intervening, so he could only watch the two monks flying around in the air, fighting with one sword and one stick.
Bai He didn’t go all out and was still familiar with the battle between the virtual realms. Ye Ting’s battleship slowly retreated, not wanting to strain his nerves at any time.
“If you keep fighting like this, you won’t see any effect in three or five years!” Nagarjuna said to Ye Ting, what are we doing here?
The monk is a little weaker, but there are hundreds of monk soldiers to bless him. Bai He is a little stronger, but his weapons and equipment are much worse than the opponent’s mixed gold long stick. After they shot each other thousands of times and the weapons collided three times, Bai He stopped doing it.
The monk was so shaken that his whole body went sour, and his giant sword was at risk of being destroyed.
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