Chapter 346: Low Grade Magical Artifact

After the black light quickly killed one person, it made a bend in the air and turned in front of the crowd, directly rushing towards the inner disciple.

After seeing that ray of black light quickly take people's lives, most of the outer sect's disciples were at a loss for a while due to lack of experience. However, the inner disciple was facing the invading Wu Guang, and he was holding his sword in his hand, so he swung his sword directly to catch the flying Wu Guang.

With a loud bang of '铛', although the black light stopped in the air, the inner disciple was forced to retreat more than ten steps before stopping his body.

Now that ray of light and black light has been fully revealed, it is not a person, but a pestle-shaped magic weapon with a whole body of black and blue, more than a foot long, the thin part is as sharp as a needle tip, and the other end is a fist-like The size of a blood-stained skull.

"This magic weapon is powerful, everyone be careful." The inner disciple saw the pestle-shaped magic weapon floating in the air, his face became ugly, and he said hastily.

A magic weapon, which needs to be manipulated by a magic weapon.

Magical artifacts are divided into three grades, low-grade magical artifacts, middle-grade magical artifacts, and high-grade magical artifacts. Different grades exert different powers.

Among them, the lower-grade magic weapon is the lowest-level magic weapon, the middle-grade magic weapon is next, and the top-grade magic weapon is the highest-level magic weapon.

There are three types of magic weapons, attack magic weapons, defense magic weapons, and flying magic weapons. Among the three, flying magic weapons are the most precious, and there is not even a flying magic weapon in the entire Puritan religion.

Among them, the attack magic weapon is divided into many kinds, including physical attack, spiritual attack and other attack methods. The function of the defensive magic weapon is just the opposite, the purpose is to resist various attack methods.

As for the flying magic weapon, as the name suggests, it is a magic weapon used for flying. Practitioners can use it to fly in the sky, but if you want to maintain the flight of the flying magic weapon, you need at least a cultivation level above the foundation stage.

Although the cultivation of the flying magic weapon is limited, the value of a low-grade flying magic weapon is enough to be compared with a high-grade attack magic weapon.

And in the entire Puritanism, there is only one flying magic weapon, which is in the hands of the Great Elder at the peak of Foundation Establishment.

Although low-grade magical artifacts are the lowest-level magical artifacts, ordinary monks may not be able to obtain a low-grade magical artifact in their entire life. Even the inner disciples of the Puritan sect had to cultivate to the foundation building stage before they could get a low-grade magic weapon bestowed by the sect.

On top of the magic weapon, there is a more powerful magic weapon, which is said to be even more powerful. It can open mountains and split mountains, fill mountains and move seas, and block rivers and rivers.

But no one has actually seen it, and they all heard it from the mouths of two elders in the foundation period of the sect. The magic weapon is also divided into three grades: low-grade, middle-grade, and high-grade. The power between each grade will be huge. difference.

It is said that there are spiritual treasures above magic treasures, but they are mostly heard in legends, and no one in this world really owns them, so they cannot be believed to be true.

For these disciples of the Upper Puritanism, it is already very good to see a high-grade magic weapon in a lifetime, not to mention the rumored spiritual treasure that no one has ever seen.

As for the pestle-shaped magic weapon suspended in the air, everyone could see it clearly. They could only see the blood-stained skull on the pestle-shaped magic weapon, absorbing the blood bit by bit.

At the same time, the pair of black eyes on the skull gleamed with red light, which looked quite strange.

Ye Tian looked at the disciple who had just died. His death was almost exactly the same as that of the people in the town. His head was gouged open by the magic weapon, and his blood and brain were sucked out instantly.

Seeing that the magic weapon of this demon is powerful, Ye Tian immediately restrained his breath, hid behind several Puritan disciples, secretly gathered spiritual power in his body, and lowered his body so that he could maintain a state that could explode at any time.

"After waiting for a day, I finally got someone to wait for." The monk who practiced evil kung fu quacked with a strange smile.

Ye Tian couldn't help being taken aback after hearing what the evil cultivator said. He didn't expect that this person had already prepared to lie in ambush here, waiting for this group of Puritan disciples to come.

Suddenly, a black-faced Taoist with a complexion like black charcoal leaped down from the roof of a house. I saw his right hand fingering changes rapidly, and he muttered something. Ye Tian was not far in front of him.

After the black-faced Taoist fell to the ground, his eyes turned, and he fixed his eyes on Ye Tian who was hiding among several disciples of the Puritanism, with a sneer on his face.

Sensing the cold eyes of the black-faced Taoist, Ye Tian showed a trace of timidity on his face, a little flustered under his feet, and retreated a few steps one after another.

Ye Tian's move was deliberately showing weakness, so that the black-faced Taoist could relax his vigilance. And the black-faced Taoist didn't know the depth of Ye Tian's cultivation, so he fell for it, and looked at Ye Tianhou with a look of contempt, then looked aside.

I saw the black-faced Taoist stopped the fluctuating fingerings in his hand and the spells he was muttering, stretched out his right palm and patted the pestle-shaped magic weapon, a red light flashed in his hand and sank into it, and the pestle-shaped magic weapon It burst out instantly.

"Pfft!"

A disciple of the Puritan religion couldn't dodge in time, and was directly pierced through the head by the pestle-shaped magic weapon, and the pestle-shaped magic weapon didn't make any stop, and immediately shot at the person next to him, and the person ran away within three steps. If he is far away, he will be chased and killed.

In the blink of an eye, two disciples of the Puritan religion had already died under the pestle-shaped magic weapon.

A bowl-sized blood hole was dug out of the heads of the two of them, and they fell to the ground with hideous faces.

Seeing the scene in front of them, the surrounding disciples of the Puritan religion had no fighting spirit, and immediately retreated one after another. They all looked flustered, held their swords nervously, and stood at a loss for what to do.

This pestle-shaped magic weapon is really powerful, and the speed is too fast!

These Upper Puritan disciples are all outside disciples. Most of them are engaged in production and manufacturing work all day long due to lack of talent. The flying trajectory of the Taoist-faced pestle-shaped magic weapon can only be like fish on a chopping board, let the black-faced Taoist slaughter him!

"Evil monster, take your life!"

Seeing the sudden death of three Puritan disciples, the inner disciple didn't dare to hesitate any longer. He stepped on the ground and rushed towards the pestle-shaped magic weapon that was shuttling among the crowd. The sword in his hand slashed again. On the pestle.

There was another sound of '铛', but this time the sound was much louder than before. The inner disciple only felt a sharp pain coming from the tiger's mouth, and the sword in his hand was almost uncontrollable. After looking at it, he realized that his tiger's mouth had opened several hideous bloody holes.

At the same time, the pestle-shaped magic weapon turned somersaults and flew backwards for a distance of one foot in an instant.

"Brother!"

The outer sect disciples of the Puritan religion who were still stunned at the same place, saw that their senior brother repelled the pestle-shaped magic weapon with one move this time, as if they had found the backbone, they immediately gathered together from a state of scattered sand.

"Everyone, don't panic, form an formation to attack this monster!" Seeing that the crowd was no longer as flustered as before, the disciple of the inner sect didn't care about the injury on his hand, shouted to the crowd, and raised his sword to attack the black-faced Taoist.

Under the yelling of the inner disciple, the rest of the outer sect disciples of the Puritan sect felt as if they had just woken up from a dream. They remembered what they had practiced the most in the training ground on the mountain in the past. Everyone quickly stood up and formed a sword formation Pushed towards the black-faced Taoist.

"disease!"

The black-faced Taoist saw the inner disciple of the Upper Puritanism rushing towards him, and quickly changed the tactic in his hand. Then he let out a loud shout, and saw the club-shaped weapon turn around and rush towards those who had just formed A Puritan disciple of Sword Array.

Seeing the pestle-shaped magic weapon flying towards the crowd again, the inner disciple wondered if the sword array could resist it, and immediately became anxious, so he gave up the black-faced Taoist in front of him and rushed back holding the sword again.

The pestle-shaped magic weapon broke through the sword array formed by the outer disciples with one blow, and killed one person immediately, but the inner disciple chased up and blocked in front of the pestle-shaped magic weapon.

The sword formation was broken, but the black-faced Taoist was not threatened at all, and he could still manipulate the pestle-shaped magic weapon freely.

After going back and forth like this, the inner disciple just breathed out and then dissipated. He also felt a little regretful at the moment. If he had made up his mind to sacrifice an outer disciple just now and directly fought with the black-faced Taoist, now It will not end up in such a passive situation.

And the young man who he had expected to go with him was actually not as good as those inner disciples he taught, as if he was frightened by the black-faced Taoist, he froze in place and remained motionless.

The pain from the tiger's mouth made him dare not choose head-to-head with the pestle-shaped magic weapon. But seeing his feet quickly hit the ground, while the whole person kept moving backwards, the sword in his hand kept pulling the pestle-shaped magic weapon.

One person and one pestle fight together.

The black-faced Taoist saw that his magic weapon had completely entangled the inner sect disciple, a smug smile appeared on his face, and he stepped forward with a stride, directly rushing towards the rest of the upper Puritan disciples.

The black-faced Taoist muttered something, one of his hands made a tactic, and the other hand quickly slapped the nearest person in front of him.

I saw a layer of reddish light emanating from the palm of his hand. As soon as he touched the disciple, he immediately sucked out all the spirit and blood of the disciple, leaving only a shriveled corpse in place.

A blush appeared on the forehead of the black-faced Taoist, and his breath also became stronger, as if the spiritual power consumed by controlling the pestle-shaped magic weapon before was instantly replenished.

In just a few breaths, the blush on the black-faced Taoist's forehead had disappeared.

"Brother, save me!"

The black-faced Taoist could kill one person with one palm, and the death conditions were so miserable that the outer disciples of the Puritanism were powerless to resist, so they could only flee in all directions, and the scene suddenly became very chaotic.

The inner sect disciple saw the black-faced Taoist rushing into the disciples of the Upper Puritan sect and wantonly sucking the blood of everyone, but he was helpless because he couldn't get rid of this pestle-shaped magic weapon at all.

These outer sect disciples were all brought by him, if he could not bring them back alive, even if he escaped by himself in the chaos, how would he explain to the sect after returning to the mountain.

Enduring the severe pain at the tiger's mouth, the inner disciple used all his strength to strike the pestle-shaped weapon away again. Just as he was about to turn around to help those disciples who were attacked by the black-faced Taoist, the club-shaped weapon was already ready to go and rushed towards him again.

The black-faced Taoist turned his head and glanced at the inner disciple, and couldn't help sneering. He was about to deal with the next person when he suddenly felt a violent wind coming from under him. Before he could see clearly what happened , Immediately a huge force came from the lower abdomen, and the whole person flew upside down.

"Bang!" There was a loud noise.

After the black-faced Taoist flew more than ten meters away, he fell heavily on the ground, and a huge deep pit had collapsed at the dantian of his abdomen, and he was already dead and could not die anymore.