Chapter 59 Counterattack

Liangyue explained.

"Although these are not magical tools, the materials they are made of can more or less restrain evil things. For example, this flowing cloud hairpin is made of fire cloud wood; this incense bracelet is made of a mixture of diamond sand; this Ruyi chain is made of cinnabar as the main material..."

Su Qingwu listened attentively and made a comparison slowly.

In the end, with the idea that the more the better, I chose one piece of each type of jewelry, spending a total of 600 spirit stones.

After leaving Baoshixuan, the person who had been following her secretly saw her and his brows immediately furrowed.

In this person's eyes, Su Qingwu at this time was like a human-shaped sun. Wherever he passed, all evil spirits had to avoid his edge.

Seeing these changes, he clearly understood that he had already been discovered and that these preparations were aimed at him.

These can indeed cause him some trouble, and some measures cannot be used.

However, thinking of the difference in strength between the two of them, he forced a slightly weird smile on his face.

No matter how much preparation you have, it doesn’t matter; with just three levels of Qi Refining, you can handle it with just one hand.

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Su Qingwu walked on the street again. In his sea of ​​consciousness, Su Wen was constantly transmitting messages to inform him of the enemy's movements.

The man probably knew that he had been exposed, so he stopped hiding and got closer and closer. Now he was only thirty feet away from her.

She secretly quickened her pace, and her right hand, hidden in her sleeve, had already picked up two talismans.

When we were about to leave the market town, the enemy suddenly slowed down.

Looking at the two fellow disciples guarding the entrance, Su Qingwu understood clearly.

In fact, if she asked for help at this moment, there would be a chance that she could escape danger.

But she didn't do that.

Firstly, she did not know these two senior brothers and sisters, and only confirmed their identities based on the wooden signs hanging on their waists.

Secondly, their cultivation base is all at the ninth level of Qi Refining, so they may not be a match for the enemy behind them.

If by then, these two people were injured or lost their lives because of her call for help, then subsequent troubles would continue.

Su Qingwu had previously traded the Lingxiao Resurrection Technique with her fellow disciples and received two Explosive Flame Beads, which is now one of her trump cards.

As long as it is used properly at the right time, there is a certain probability of destroying the enemy.

After leaving the market, she continued to move forward, and the enemy slowly followed her.

Everything happened as she expected. After about half a cup of tea, a strong gust of wind blew from behind her.

Su Qingwu was prepared. He dodged the attack with a flash of his body.

At almost the same time, a light exclamation was heard.

"You are not at the third level of Qi Refining!"

The tone is full of affirmation.

He was answered with two talisman attacks.

A thorn talisman and a phantom mist talisman.

At this moment, a series of continuous banging sounds were heard from the ground within a radius of three meters, centered on the gray-robed enemy.

Barbed thorns quickly sprang up and entangled its limbs.

At the same time, under the effect of the illusion mist charm, large tracts of illusory clouds and mist condensed, surrounding it layer by layer.

After the gray-robed monk tore off the thorns, he was not careful enough and fell into an illusion.

Su Wen took advantage of this opportunity and acted quickly. A sharp arrow formed by soul power whooshed into the mist.

With a clearly audible snapping sound, the enemy's defense was instantly broken, and the sharp arrow instantly pierced his forehead.

If it were a normal cultivator, he would surely perish on the spot after being hit by such a fatal blow.

However, the gray-robed monk was still alive, with blood gushing out from his pierced forehead, staining most of his face red.

Originally, this beast was trapped in an illusion with a ferocious look on his face. However, when he was attacked, he broke out of it directly and revealed a weird smile again.

"Hehe, so you have helpers. As a disciple of Qianzhi Sect, a prestigious and upright sect, you are colluding with ghost cultivators. If the news gets out, I wonder if this sect will still tolerate you?"

Su Qingwu did not respond. The enemy's purpose was to confuse her mind, so the best thing to do was to ignore it.

At this moment, she has taken out the top-grade magic weapon Yunxuan Umbrella and activated it.

At this moment, ten sharp blades as thin as cicada wings shot out from the edge of the umbrella. Under its spiritual control, they quickly locked onto the enemy and launched attacks from different directions.

At the same time, Su Wen also used his soul power to launch another killing move, aiming at the enemy's neck.

If she couldn't kill him by normal means, she would just chop off his head! She wanted to see if he could survive!

Although the gray-robed monk had a strange smile on his face, seemingly looking down on the two people, he was actually on high alert in his heart.

Although he did not recognize the ghost cultivator following Su Qingwu, he could vaguely feel that the other party's strength was superior to his own.

The overwhelming sense of oppression and murderous intent all confirmed this.

If it weren't for that treasure, he would definitely turn around and run away.

Seeing the fierce attack approaching, the gray-robed monk turned over on his back and narrowly avoided it. At the same time, he swung his right hand, took out a blood-red curved knife, and blocked the ten sharp blades.

On the other side, Su Qingwu used his spiritual consciousness to control the Yunxuan Umbrella to float in the air, with a layer of light blue defensive aura surrounding it.

Seeing the enemy's curved sword slashing out bloody sharp edges, she immediately made hand gestures and performed the earth-level technique, the Ten Thousand Trees Transformed into Swords Technique.

At this moment, all wood-attributed objects within a radius of a hundred feet turned into sharp swords and chopped down the gray-robed monk.

The sound of whooshing through the air could be heard from time to time.

Just as the attack was about to hit the man's body, a pitch-black flame emerged from his head and quickly enveloped the beast.

All the sharp swords that came into contact with the flames were turned into ashes.

At the same time, a black bell appeared in the left hand of the gray-robed monk.

Su Wen noticed something was wrong and immediately reminded him.

"Qingwu, quickly block your hearing and sense of smell!"

The moment the bell rang, Su Qingwu's sense of alarm suddenly intensified. When he heard these words, he immediately did as he was told.

The next moment, a series of tinkling sounds were heard, accompanied by a colorless and odorless poison that quickly spread outward.

Several monks passing by in the distance were caught off guard and were hit. Their pupils, which were originally black and white, suddenly turned blood red. They went crazy and bit anyone they saw.

The person being attacked's flesh and blood quickly dried up, and finally even his skin disappeared, leaving only his bones emitting a black aura.

After killing two people in succession, the attackers fell straight to the ground, and then a ball of blood-red mist appeared above their heads and quickly floated towards the gray-robed monk.

When Su Qingwu saw this sudden change, he immediately took out an explosive fire bead, activated it when the enemy swallowed the blood-sucking mist, and threw it at his face.

Along with a loud bang, raging fire quickly rose up in the sky, instantly engulfing the figure of the gray-robed monk.

At the same time, Su Wen concentrated his soul power, locked onto the enemy, and launched another killing move, plunging into the center of the flames.

After a moment, the breath belonging to the gray-robed monk slowly dissipated.

The raging fire gradually dissipated, and a pit with a diameter of about five meters appeared in front of Su Qingwu.

In the center of the pit, there was a charred corpse.

However, the black bell disappeared.

Su Qingwu recalled the scene he had seen before, and was certain that this treasure could not be destroyed so easily.

The fight just now was quite loud and had alarmed some of the Qianzhi Sect elders. Right now, several beams of light were heading this way...