Chapter 124: It’s about to burst, so go die

That purple metal gourd was not made from any natural or earthly treasure.

Even with Guo Feilong's level as a master-level weapon refiner, he could tell that it was a man-made magic weapon even from a distance of dozens of miles.

Since it is a magic weapon that is artificially refined, there are monks controlling it.

Deep in the small world of Cave Sky, there were Nascent Soul Stage spirit beasts fighting, causing chaos in the spiritual energy of heaven and earth. This purple metal gourd flew over from there.

A conspiracy suddenly emerged in Guo Feilong's mind.

The two Nascent Soul stage spirit beasts deep in the small world of Dongtian were fighting. It was impossible for them to fight for no reason.

He deduced that the reason why the two Nascent Soul stage spirit beasts fought was 100% caused by the monk who controlled this purple metal gourd magic weapon.

The flying speed of his humanoid natal spiritual treasure was very fast, and the speed of the purple metal gourd was very fast, and they were soon close to each other at a distance of dozens of miles.

Just when Guo Feilong was about to turn around and go back instead of going to the depths of the cave world to watch the two Nascent Soul stage spirit beasts fight, a very nervous voice of consciousness suddenly came from the purple metal gourd:

"Go away! If you delay my departure, I will destroy your entire clan. Kill all the men and send all the women to a brothel."

The clay figurine still has a certain amount of anger, not to mention that Guo Feilong, whose real combat power can easily kill the spiritual beasts at the late stage of the Jindan Dzogchen level, has his family as his opponent.

The highest realm of monks who can enter this small world of cave heaven can only be the Dzogchen realm in the later stage of foundation building.

Guo Feilong narrowed his eyes slightly, murderous intent emerged, and he planned to kill the opponent.

He is not afraid of the spiritual beasts in the Dzogchen realm of the late Golden Core stage, so how could he take a monk who is not in the Golden Core stage into his eyes.

What's more, the opponent's purple metal gourd is only a middle-grade magic weapon, but his natal magic weapon is a low-grade spiritual treasure, one level higher than the opponent's, which is equivalent to the gap between golden elixir and foundation building.

hum!

The humanoid natal magic weapon accelerated towards the purple metal gourd.

bump!

The two collided instantly, erupting with a deafening sound.

The power of low-grade spiritual treasures is no joke.

A small palm was immediately punched out on the purple metal gourd of the middle-grade magic weapon level.

Spider web-like cracks spread out on the purple metal gourd with the palm as the center.

boom!

Guo Feilong's humanoid natal spiritual treasure struck another palm, hitting the palm print on the purple metal gourd.

The place that was already full of cracks could not withstand the second palm of his natal spiritual treasure.

With a bang, the entire purple metal gourd was broken into countless pieces.

A young monk in black robes with cold eyes and an ugly face appeared from the broken purple metal gourd.

"If you dare to break my magic weapon, you are seeking death!" The young monk in black robe exuded the aura of the Great Perfection state in the later stage of foundation building.

He patted the storage bag on his waist, and a large blood-red metal ax appeared in his hand.

"Mid-grade spiritual treasure!"

The soul of Guo Feilong, who was among the natal spiritual treasures, recognized the grade of the blood-colored metal ax in the opponent's hand at a glance.

It is one level higher than his humanoid natal spiritual treasure.

Lingbao is not something that just any monk can possess.

His wife Wu Yumeng's natal family has several ancestors in the Yuan Ying stage, and the entire Wu family only has two low-grade spiritual treasures.

This shows how rare and precious Lingbao is.

Most Nascent Soul stage monks don't have one, but the other party has a middle-grade spiritual treasure.

The identity of the young man in black robe must have a surprising origin.

It is very likely that he came from a god-level cultivating force and was a favored genius in his direct lineage.

"Go to hell!"

The young monk in black robe had a cold and ugly face. He swung the bloody ax in his hand and chopped out a huge mana axe.

Guo Feilong didn't want to confront the opponent head-on. The opponent's spirit treasure level was higher than his own. The one who suffered the loss in the head-to-head encounter would definitely be his own spirit treasure.

brush!

Guo Feilong dodged to avoid the attack of the huge ax shadow.

Boom!

The shadow of a huge ax struck the ground a hundred meters below.

A straight ravine that was thousands of meters long and unknown how deep was cut out.

The power of this ax is enough to kill any spiritual beast in the Golden Core stage.

It's not that the young monk in black robe who is in the Dzogchen realm in the later stage of foundation building is so powerful, but that the power of the middle-grade spiritual treasure in his hand is too terrifying.

It is equivalent to a ten-year-old child holding a pistol in his hand and hooking his fingers. The bullets in the gun can kill a world boxing champion. It is a truth.

"I reacted very quickly. I remember you, but I don't have time to talk to you now. When I get out, I will definitely find out who you are and destroy your entire clan!"

The young man in black robe missed a single hit and no longer wanted to fight. He patted the storage bag with a look of urgency on his face and a pair of metal wings appeared.

"Another mid-grade spiritual treasure!"

Guo Feilong was shocked.

This storage bag is a mid-grade spiritual treasure.

He suspected that it was in the other party's storage bag.

Eighty percent of them still have spiritual treasures.

At this time, the metal wings of the middle-grade spiritual treasure level turned into a ray of light and appeared behind the black-robed young man, as if he had a pair of metal wings growing on his back.

The young man in black robe didn't even have time to fight with him, and now he was trying to escape using a mid-level spiritual treasure with wings that increased his flying speed.

Since Guo Feilong had already had a conflict with the other party and he wanted to leave, it was naturally impossible for Guo Feilong to just watch him leave.

hum!

Guo Feilong's natal spirit treasure raised a pair of small metal palms, and eighteen heavenly tribulation thunder and lightning runes appeared on his body.

The next moment, his human-shaped natal spiritual treasure stood in the void, with thunder and lightning surrounding it, making a crackling sound.

boom!

A barrel-thick bolt of thunder and lightning, like a straight spear, rushed toward the black-robed young monk.

"You are looking for death!" The young monk in black robe slapped the storage bag on his waist, and a metal shield in the shape of a trigram appeared, instantly turning into thousands of metal shields of light and shadow, forming a ball to protect him inside.

"Damn it! Another mid-grade spiritual treasure!"

"Does your family sell Lingbao wholesale?"

Guo Feilong was shocked by the other party's wealth.

What a family.

Carry three medium-grade spiritual treasures with you.

The main attack is the bloody axe.

Metal wings control flight speed.

Bagua shield is the main defense.

Guo Feilong looked at the storage bag on the opponent's waist.

Will there be any spiritual treasures inside?

It should be...gone, right?

boom!

The power of thunder and lightning struck the Bagua shield.

A crunching sound was heard, and several cracks appeared on the Bagua shield.

It is obviously this Bagua shield of the middle grade spiritual treasure level.

He could not withstand the power of thunder and lightning from Guo Feilong's natal spiritual treasure.

At this moment, the black-robed young monk panicked. What happened? His defensive shield at the middle-grade spiritual treasure level was hit with cracks.

Although the crack is not big, only as thick as a few hairs, it is a spiritual treasure that even the Nascent Soul Stage monks cannot destroy.

"Fellow Taoist, we may have misunderstood. I am Ma Zhenshan, the seventh Qilin son of the Ma family, a god-level cultivating family. Which Qilin family are you from?"

The young man in black robe mistakenly thought that Guo Feilong was also a Qilin son from a god-level cultivating family, and said quickly: "It was my fault just now, I shouldn't have said something rude.

Let’s leave here quickly. I stole the treasures of two Nascent Soul beasts and framed each other for them.

It won't be long before my frame-up methods are discovered by those two Nascent Soul-level spirit beasts, and they will chase after me.

All you need to do is leave this small world in the cave. When you get out, I will definitely give some treasures to fellow Taoists.

Fellow Taoist, please put away your thunder and lightning magic. There are more and more cracks in my Bagua shield. "

"There are more and more cracks, so go die,"

Guo Feilong snorted coldly and increased the output of his natal magic weapon against the power of thunder and lightning.

"If you kill me, my god-forming ancestor will definitely find you and cut you into pieces!" the black-robed young monk said with a panicked expression.

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