Chapter 69: Vermillion Bird Demon Armor
Mu Qingtong crushed the Jupiter flower and sprinkled it into the glass bottle. It was dissolved by the fiery red liquid in the bottle. In an instant, a few strands of golden stars floated to the surface of the liquid and floated into the air.
She placed the glass bottle under the blood moon, glanced at it, and nodded: "It will take another 50 seconds to completely merge."
50 seconds? That should be enough. Xia Feng looked into the depths of the forest and said in a deep voice, "The pursuers are here."
Mu Qingtong put away the promotion medicine bottle, and the eight-faced man flashed under the blood moon in an instant, holding a blood-red sickle in his hand, with his black robe fluttering.
"What's the matter, you two? Are you going to give up struggling and stop running?" The eight-faced man asked jokingly.
"The dog chased me. The more I ran, the more he chased me."
Xia Feng slowly drew out his long knife and chuckled, "Instead of doing this, it would be better to kill the dog and save trouble."
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"Stupid boy, your eloquence is useless." The 8-faced man said in a cold tone, swung his sickle, and in the blink of an eye, the blood shadow was behind Xia Feng, grinning, "I'll send you off!"
Xia Feng felt a stab in the back of his neck. It was his battle intuition warning him. Whoosh—the moment his head tilted to the side, the scythe cut across his scalp, and a strong smell of blood hit his face.
Two tails open instantly!
The two pale golden tails were fluffy and slender, and the tips of the tails released sharp spiritual pressure shocks. Xia Feng's figure shot out like a rocket.
But the eight-faced man was incredibly fast. After leaving a spiral scorch mark on the grass, his figure instantly flashed to Xia Feng's head and stomped down with his big feet.
The second tail circled in front of his forehead and deployed a defensive light net, but it still couldn't withstand the Eight-Faced Man's powerful stomping, and slammed down to the ground - bang!
The ground cracked and the smoke dissipated. To the surprise of the eight people, Xia Feng was not injured at all. Instead, he raised his knife and bent his knees to gather strength. When he suddenly released the strength, electric snakes wrapped around his feet, and like a spring, he shot up into the sky with a terrifying wave of blood!
"What—" The 8-faced man's pupils slightly dilated, and he quickly raised his arm and said coldly: "Shield!"
BANG!!! Xia Feng's broadsword slashed against the dark green shield-shaped light curtain, sending waves of blood surging out in the collision, exploding into a sky-high light.
The 8-faced man frowned slightly and retreated a hundred meters away.
"Is this the power of the D-level spiritual clothing triple wave?" He held down his trembling arm with a look of surprise.
What confused him even more was that the electric step Xia Feng had just used seemed to be a C-level spiritual garment?!
How could a young spiritualist who had just entered the first level have a C-level spiritual garment?! And he looked so proficient in it!
The 8-faced man suddenly remembered that the prince said Xia Feng was a genius and should be handled with caution.
He didn't take it too seriously at the time, but now it seems that he was right, this kid is simply a freak!
Thinking of this, the 8-faced man couldn't help but chuckle in relief. Fortunately, he didn't let this kid grow up.
"Boy, you are very interesting~"
The man with the 8th face hooked his finger at Xia Feng, "Come, let me see how far you can go——"
Halfway through his words, his expression changed slightly, and he swung his sickle back violently. Buzz—
The woman in the black dress had her snow-white hair dancing wildly in the wind. Her pretty face was calm, and waves of blood kept gushing out of the long sword in her hand, turning into sharp wind blades that flew towards him.
Click, click—
The attack came too suddenly, leaving him no time to defend himself. His mask began to shatter, revealing his pale jaw and blood oozing from the corners of his lips.
Damn it, how come this woman can also do triple waves! The eight-faced man flew backwards, forming seals in the air and whispering, "Touch of the Ghost Tree!"
His body was instantly covered with a layer of dark green spiritual clothes, and countless brown-green branches shot out from his hands, dancing in the air like octopus tentacles, spreading in all directions, and at the same time easily blocked the impact of the blood wave.
The man in white and the woman in black stood at opposite ends of the battlefield. They exchanged a glance, nodded, and quickly formed hand seals: "Heaven, announce rain."
Suddenly, the sky was covered with dark clouds and raindrops as big as beans fell down with a crackling sound.
"Thunder explosion!"
As the man and woman spoke in unison, the faint electric current remaining in the air quickly exploded and split, and this repeated repeatedly. Within a few breaths, large groups of electric snakes appeared and swarmed around.
The wooden tentacles that rushed towards the two people showed charred marks, sparks flashed continuously, and burned and fell.
"Thunder Sky Step." Two figures, one black and one white, turned into black and white lightning in the rainstorm, constantly moving back and forth in the defensive network of ghost trees, and in a few breaths they instantly reached the left and right sides of the eight people.
The black and white figures flew into the air. The eight-faced man looked up, his pupils shrinking slightly. What's going on with these two guys? One monster is fine, but there are two!
He was filled with doubt and uncertainty, but he didn't make any defensive moves. Instead, he slowly raised the corners of his lips, and the two blood-red long swords crossed each other like the guillotine.
The blood from the neck splashed into the sky like a fountain, and the smiling head flew into the sky.
In the heavy rain, the woman in black skirt and white clothes shook off the blood on her knife, turned around and looked at the headless corpse kneeling on the ground in confusion.
"There's something wrong with him." Mu Qingtong said softly.
Xia Feng nodded: "A second-level spiritual master, and a calamity-transformed one at that, it's really too easy for him to die."
"Haha~ You two are indeed geniuses. You've figured this out."
A light laugh came from the belly of the headless corpse. Then a wrinkled little hand stretched out of the belly, and a little old man about 1.2 meters tall slowly crawled out.
The corpses and heads on the ground suddenly disintegrated, turning into wisps of spiritual light that floated into the sky.
"It seems that the old man is the real body, and the outer layer of skin is a spiritual garment or a spiritual weapon." Xia Feng thought thoughtfully.
[Touching the target spiritual weapon, copying——]
[Target: Suzaku Demon Armor]
【Copy successful! 】
[The copy slot has reached the upper limit. Should I replace the current spiritual weapon "Forest Scepter"?]
As the spiritual light dissipated, the old man twisted his neck, and his spiritual pressure began to rise steadily. He grinned and looked at the two people:
"I didn't want to use a spiritual weapon, but unfortunately, you guys pissed me off!"
The spiritual pressure around the old man was like a wave, stirring up a hurricane. Xia Feng and Mu Qingtong frowned and took a step back. The surrounding woods were filled with the whispering of ghosts.
Soon, in the surprised eyes of the two, the old man's spiritual pressure directly broke through the peak of the second level and reached the third level spiritual master stage.
"A breakthrough before the battle?" Xia Feng was stunned, his black pupils narrowed slightly, "No, that's not right. This should be the power of his spiritual weapon? His spiritual weapon can actually allow people to temporarily ascend to a higher level?"
Thinking of this, Xia Feng was overjoyed. What a peerless spiritual weapon!
You know, every time he levels up, he will have one more copy slot.
For example, if he reaches the second level, he can have two copy slots, but this is still too few.
But if he could temporarily break through to the third level during the battle, he would have an extra copy position temporarily, which would provide him with more operational possibilities!
"I have to say, although you two are first-level spiritual masters, your combined strength is more than enough to kill a second-level spiritual master."
The old man's face was full of wrinkles, and his dry lips were slightly pursed. "But unfortunately, facing the spiritual pressure field of a third-level spiritual master, I'm afraid you can't even get close."
Circles of spiritual pressure condensed into substance spread out, and a transparent area with a radius of three meters vaguely appeared with the old man as the center.
"Boy, can't you copy it? You can try it~"
The old man smiled grimly, and before his afterimage disappeared, his real body had already appeared behind Xia Feng. His eyes were indifferent and murderous intent emerged.
(End of this chapter)
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