Chapter 156 Fuel

Chapter 156 Fuel

What's more, not all monks in the Qi Refining Stage can possess high-grade magic weapons. Most of these disciples only have a mid-grade magic weapon, and they don't dare to use it directly.

A medium-grade magic weapon requires at least two hundred spirit stones. According to the monthly salary of an inner sect disciple, even if you don't buy pills to practice, it will take four years to save such a sum of spirit stones. How can you be willing to waste it like this?

However, it finally attracted the attention of the last foundation-building monk. The formation was safe for the time being, so it was still of some use.

Liu Yu felt relieved when he saw this, knowing that the elixir garden should be safe this time.

Based on the current strength shown by the enemy monks, who failed to break through the protective formation in the first time, after the Yuanyang Sect monks reacted, there was little hope.

Although there are three fewer foundation-building monks on our side than them, with the support of the formation, it is not a big problem to defend.

What's more, this place is not far from Wangyue City, and special transmission notes have already been sent out. With the escape speed of the foundation-building monks, they can support them in up to three hours. If it continues to delay, it will be more and more beneficial to oneself.

Thinking of this, Liu Yu opened his hands, and ten orange fireballs the size of eggs appeared on his fingertips. He waved his arms and flew towards the purple monk.

"Bang bang"

The fireball hit the shield around the purple-clothed monk. It was so loud that it attracted many people's attention, but it had no substantial effect. After all, it was just a low-grade first-level spell and was easily blocked.

The purple-clothed monk thought this was a provocation, and he was furious in his heart and immediately retaliated. He pinched a dozen ice picks in front of him with a spell in his hand, and then attacked the formation wildly.

Liu Yu didn't care about this kind of low-grade spell control. He didn't care about it and let it fall on the formation. Anyway, the formation didn't pose any threat.

While he controlled the Soul-Chasing Blade and the Golden Steel Flag, ten more fireballs appeared with a movement of his fingers, lining up in a line and attacking the purple-clothed monk like arrows.

Spiritual weapons clashed with spiritual weapons, magical weapons collided with magical weapons, various low-level spells came and went, and the sounds of various collisions spread throughout the surrounding area.

Around the formation, the situation became stalemate for a while, maintaining a balance point. No one could do anything to the other.

Just like that, another half cup of tea passed.

Outside the Blackwater Extreme Wind Formation, Deacon Lu controlled the magic weapon to float in the air, observing the situation on the field from a high position.

Seeing this scene, his face was ugly and gloomy. At present, his attack was completely blocked by the enemy monks, and he would be blocked by the Taoist nun in the formation using various methods. For a moment, there was no way to break the deadlock.

None of the nine foundation-building monks, including three fellow disciples, could form an effective attack on the formation. The remaining one alone could not pose a threat to the formation at all. Those disciples in the Qi refining stage were even at a disadvantage and were afraid to attack.

"The raid was a complete failure."

After the monks in the elixir garden reacted, although they still had an advantage in strength, they were unable to break through the defensive formation, and there would not be much change if the stalemate continued. Thinking of this, Deacon Lu already wanted to quit.

"Lu Fubin, how dare you lead people to sneak attack on our Yuanyang Sect's resource points, you are so brave!"

Yan Hongyu spoke at this time, blaming the other party righteously.

She has been staying in Wangyue City for decades. Because it is adjacent to Jingzhou, the relationship between Yuanyang Sect and Hehuan Sect has always been bad. She has also fought with many Hehuan Sect foundation-building monks. She happened to know Lu Fubin, but she had not met him before. He was promoted to the late stage of foundation building, so he had never fought against him head-on.

"snort"

Lu Fubin sneered again and again, not bothering to argue with him, and he didn't care if his identity was recognized.

It is common for the three major camps to sneak attack on each other's resource points. Before he came here, he had heard that two of the sect's foundation-level resource points had been compromised. None of the monks stationed there survived. It was rumored that it was the Yuanyang Sect monks who did it.

It is normal for monks to use all means to kill each other in order to compete for resources such as spiritual stones, magic weapons, and techniques for cultivating immortals. How can there be any distinction between good and evil?

It's just that they have different methods of fighting for interests and different positions. It is common to confiscate families and exterminate clans. The five major sects of Chu are not orthodox sects. Their food and appearance are definitely not good-looking. There is so much to pay attention to. The most you can do is find a high-sounding one afterwards. reasons to block Youyou's mouth.

This place was too close to the front camp of the Yuanyang Sect monks and Wangyue City. Seeing that the situation had reached a stalemate again, it would be detrimental to him to continue dragging it out. Thinking of this, Lu Fubin had already made a decision in his heart.

"Ah~"

Just as he was about to open his mouth to instruct the cultivators to retreat, he heard a scream, and Lu Fubin's consciousness stirred and he looked sideways.

But the situation on Liu Yu's side has changed, and the monk in purple is already dying.

Two breaths ago, Liu Yu mixed a Yin Lei Zi into the fireball and hit it at the purple-clothed monk. By the time he discovered it, it was already too late, and the Yin Lei Zi was already close at hand.

The purple-clothed monk only had time to sacrifice a high-grade defensive magic weapon, and the Yin Leizi was detonated. After a loud noise, the purple-clothed monk at the center of the explosion was dying, and the high-grade magic weapon was blown into pieces and scattered everywhere.

This was just an attempt by Liu Yu, and he didn't have much hope. If the person had been more vigilant, he would have had enough time to get out of the way, or he could have blocked it with a top-quality defensive weapon, and he would have been slightly injured at most.

It may be that the previous fireball harassment made him lose his due vigilance, or he was carried away by Liu Yu's constant provocations. In short, he was lying in the black mud now without much resistance.

Liu Yu was overjoyed to see such an unexpected sneak attack.

Originally, this sinister trick was just a spontaneous attempt on his part, without much hope. Unexpectedly, the purple-clothed monk's vigilance was so low that he only discovered it when he was very close.

Many thoughts went through his mind, but Liu Yu's movements were not slow at all. As soon as he thought, the Qingyang Demonic Fire flew out of his mouth, attached to the Soul-Chasing Blade, and controlled the magic weapon to fly towards the purple-clothed monk quickly to take him. life.

At the same time, the Dark Gold Flying Sword, which had been entangled with the Golden Steel Flag, lost control and fell to the ground because of its owner's serious injury.

Of course, Liu Yu would not let go of the immediate benefits, and drove the golden steel flag to quickly return to the formation with the dark gold flying sword.

He didn't stop after doing this. With a thought in his mind, an invisible spiritual thorn condensed between his eyebrows. The moment it condensed, it disappeared before his eyes.

The next moment, it appeared in front of the purple-clothed monk, directly penetrating between his eyebrows. The purple-clothed monk, who was still struggling to do something, was instantly distracted, his eyes blurred and motionless.

It's the Jingshen thorn!

The next moment, the mother-in-law soul-chasing blade burning with light cyan flames was close at hand and was about to take his life.

"How dare Shu Zian do this!!!"

Seeing this scene, Lu Fubin let out a roar, and had already sacrificed a medium-grade spiritual weapon, using the art of transformation to transform into a big bird with black feathers, hoping to rescue him.

This purple-clothed monk's family is an old foundation-building family in Hehuan Sect, and its strength cannot be underestimated. Although he is not afraid, he does not want to make enemies, so this person cannot die here like this.

The other foundation-building monks on the Hehuanmen side discovered this scene, and each used their magical weapons to rescue them, but it was too late.

Turning a deaf ear to the words of the Hehuanmen monks, Liu Yu's eyes surged with murderous intent.

He controlled the flaming Soul-Chasing Blade to penetrate the purple-clothed monk's chest without any hindrance.

In less than half a breath, the Qingyang Demonic Fire turned it into black ashes, and the life essence and soul were burned away, turning into fuel for the Demonic Fire to grow.

Then the mother-in-law soul-chasing blade quickly rushed back with the purple-clothed monk's storage bag. At this time, the big black bird transformed into a spiritual weapon arrived belatedly, and he could only look forward and sigh.

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PS: The monthly salary for the inner disciples of Yuanyang Sect has been changed. From ten spiritual stones per month to seven, it feels like it was a bit too much before.