Four Hundred and Twentieth Chapters 8 Qi Hair Balls

This person is a royal god, that should be equivalent to an ordinary Jindan early stage monk, right?

However, compared to the real genius cultivator, there should be a gap in strength!

Not to mention, compared with the other cultivator Jindan cultivators in the Nine Heavens Continent.

Cultivators on Earth, whether it is the quality of infuriating energy, tactics, methods of use, etc., are all too backward.

"I want to see, what kind of ability does this Japanese goddess have!"

Lin Tian stepped on the huge waves, looked down at the powerful Japanese on Puyue Island, and said indifferently to himself.

These people in front of him, he will kill them!

bang~~~

Suddenly, Ichiro Shenzong, who was looking up, stomped his feet.

The dust was lifted up in an instant and flew into the air.

Shenzong Ichiro flew towards Lin Tian like a cannonball soaring into the sky.

wow~~

The huge waves that Lin Tian stepped on were instantly shattered by the waves set off by Shenzong Ichiro.

His feet were empty, but Lin Tian was not in a hurry, he volleyed down the air, and hit a fireball technique in his hand, which was considered a test.

"Stupid pig, small magic, dare to show ugliness!"

Shenzong Ichiro, who rushed to the mid-air, robes for a while, and a black breath shot out from his hand, shattering Lin Tian's fireball technique.

Sure enough, it is very powerful, at least much stronger than the fake alchemy cultivator!

Otherwise, an ordinary cultivator, how could he defuse his fire bomb technique in such an understatement!

Lin Tian sighed inwardly, stepped into the sky calmly, and smiled indifferently: "Then try my divine thunder technique again!"

Divine Thunder Technique, this is the strongest basic spell that Lin Tian has re-acquainted with.

He still has no way to practice those advanced advanced spells.

Boom~~

As Lin Tian grasped the void in his hand, a majestic thunder instantly appeared in his palm, and then he threw it towards Shenzong Ichiro.

"Thunder? This seat will too!"

Shenzong Ichiro rushed towards the sky with a whistle, and was in the same position as Lin Tiantakong, then grabbed it in the air and shouted, "Yu Lei!"

A dozen meters of lightning suddenly appeared in the air, and with a wave of Shenzong Ichiro, it struck Lin Tian's divine thunder.

slap~

Two bolts of lightning collided, making a harsh sound, and then disappeared.

"There are some tricks! But, it's enough for now!"

Lin Tian sneered, and the majestic consciousness suddenly shrouded down.

Standing on the island, Kawasaki Rikong and others suddenly changed their expressions and almost fell to the ground. A group of people sat on the ground, struggling to resist, unable to move.

Lin Tian's terrifying consciousness comparable to the Golden Core cultivator was too amazing for these people.

And Shenzong Ichiro couldn't help but was forced to retreat a distance in the air.

"What a powerful consciousness!"

A solemn expression appeared on the exposed half of Shensongichiro's face.

At the same time, Lin Tian kept his hands, and with a big wave, the Samadhi True Fire with the color of glass all over his body, like a fire dragon, roared towards Shenzong Ichiro.

"Samadhi is really hot!"

Ichiro Shenzong suddenly exclaimed.

He still knows a lot about the Chinese cultivation world.

For ordinary foundation-building cultivators, it is extremely rare that one in a hundred people can cultivate the true fire of samadhi.

Moreover, even if you can cultivate the true fire of samadhi, it may not be able to be used in battle.

Many foundation-building cultivators have cultivated very weak samadhi, and can only be used for refining medicine at most.

When used in battle, it becomes a burden.

Shenzong Ichiro has never seen a monk who can use the true fire of samadhi to such a masterful degree,

Like a finger arm.

Even the Golden Core cultivator has never seen anyone who uses the true fire of Samadhi in this way.

This time, he no longer dared to be careless, opened his mouth and spit out, a black sphere appeared, and it turned into a black mist shield, which was very strange.

bang~~

The true fire of Samadhi hit the mist shield fiercely.

In an instant, the true fire of Samadhi was resisted.

The shield formed by the black mist also disappeared.

This time, Lin Tian's attack was fruitless.

However, what surprised him even was that after the shield was shattered, it turned into a black sphere again, and it spun around Shenzong Ichiro.

"What the hell is this?"

Lin Tian's eyes narrowed, his expression uncertain.

"Jie Jie, is there nothing?"

Shenzong Ichiro let out a strange laugh, then shook his hand and tapped on the black ball.

"Shocked?"

When he arrived, Ichiro Shenzong showed a proud look on his face, and said proudly: "This artifact in this seat is called the Yaqi hair ball! It can be transformed into a Yaqi hair stick, a Yaqi hair gun, and a Yaqi hair knife. List the top ten treasures of my Yamato Kingdom!"

"This divine artifact was made by this seat himself. Back then, in the Baqi Mountains, I occasionally got a fly drawn by the Yaqi snake, put it in my mouth, and refined it with the power of the air to make the Yaqi Xiangzhu. The secular god film - yak~~ film has a feeling, and only after realizing the final refining method of the eight-legged hair ball can I get this artifact!"

Looking at Shenzong Ichiro's complacent words, Lin Tian was stunned for a moment, then recovered, and almost didn't spit out a mouthful of blood.

Beep the dog!

Even if this Japanese person made a magic weapon, it was so strange that he even took Xiang to make it, and even put it in his mouth.

Such a heavy taste, it is simply unprecedented!

but.

Hearing the explanation of Souichiro Shenzong, and looking at the changes and characteristics of the Yaqi hairball, Lin Tian's smile instantly became richer.

The Eight-Hearted Serpent?

The existence of one of the strongest in the world, such as Yaoru Xiaotian, is simply the difference between heaven and earth.

Since there are such ready-made treasures to further improve Yaoru Xiaotian, he is welcome.

"Since your Shenzong Yibei is so confident, let's fight for treasures!"

The corner of Lin Tian's mouth raised, his hand trembled, and the demon-like Xiaotian sword came out of the sky surprisingly slowly.

"Flying Sword!"

Ichiro Shenzong's face suddenly became solemn.

The other Japanese powerhouses at the bottom of the island also gasped, looking up at the flying sword that appeared, all full of fear.

However, Souichiro Shenzong, who was in mid-air, quickly realized that something was wrong.

Lin Tianyu's flying sword was too slow.

Above the mid-air, he was still slow, so powerless.

"Hahahaha... It turned out to be just a defective product, even a flying sword that is even inferior to the defective product!"

Ichiro Shenzong laughed wildly, and said with a mocking expression: "Just you Broken Flying Sword, you have to fight for treasures with this seat? Jie Jie, then this seat will smash your broken flying sword!"

When the words fell, Shenzong Ichiro stepped into the air, holding a black spear, shaking violently, a mighty black aura lingered out, carrying the spear into the air, rushing out, and took Lin Tian's flying sword.

"Good come!"

Lin Tian smiled strangely, and the demon like Xiaotian still swept away slowly through the air, facing the Baqi long spear.

bang~~

The two treasures collided, making the sound of gold and iron handing over.

The Yaqi spear shattered, but in just a few breaths, it re-condensed into a spear.

And Lin Tian's flying sword was shaken and flew out, swaying and falling into the air.

Seeing that it was about to land, it suddenly flew into the sky again.

"Hey, what kind of flying sword is this made of?"

Shenzong Ichiro was surprised, but then sneered: "If you can't break it once, then twice! I can't say, this seat will kill you first, take this flying sword and integrate it into this seat's Yaqi hair ball!"