Volume 3: Stormy Chapter 355: Nine Dragons and the Illusion
"Hey, kid..."
Yuan Taoyin looked at Wang Bing with a smile and said, "I don't like your metaphor..."
But before Yuan Tao could finish his words, a ball of black ink rushed towards him.
At this moment, the Chiwen bead in Yuan Tao's hand also flashed a green light, and a light blue barrier directly blocked Wang Bing's ink.
Bang!
Seeing the Qi barrier in front of him being dyed black, Yuan Tao was not angry. "I say, you two, hand over the kid who controls the Divine Machine to us. You don't have the advantage in combat power now. If a fight really breaks out, you may not be able to defend him."
"Just do it, why bother to complain?"
Wang Bing's Qi flames rose again, "Senior Lu, I'll leave the Thunder Smoke Cannon to you. I'll take care of old man Yuan Tao!"
After saying that, Wang Bing disappeared in a flash.
"Oh my god... idiot!"
Yuan Tao also shuddered. Just as he finished speaking, a black light suddenly came over. Yuan Tao pushed his hands forward, and the light blue energy immediately wrapped him and Handan.
laugh!
A sharp sound was heard, and a pitch-black gun tip suddenly appeared on the light blue Qi shield. It was so powerful that it created a huge shock wave and blew it to the side.
The shock wave also continuously tore at the light green Qi shield, as if trying to tear it apart completely.
"Hey, this is the magic weapon made by the Divine Machine. It's a masterpiece, a real masterpiece!"
Yuan Tao didn't care about Wang Bing's murderous intention at all. His eyes were all focused on Wang Bing's Tianyuan Pen. After all, in the eyes of a weapon refiner, these magical weapons were more valuable than his wife!
"But the material is also top-quality. Your Wang family is indeed wealthy , unlike us who only use rough stuff!" Yuan Tao said with a smile.
Bang!
Wang Bing fell to the ground, and the hand holding the Tianyuan pen suddenly exerted force, sweeping Yuan Tao away with one shot, and then pulled back with his backhand, posing a sweeping posture, and said coldly: "You think I am Zhang Lingyu, old thing, the Nine Dragons has been repaired, but you are reluctant to use it!"
This old guy is Quan Xing, who is not a good guy to begin with. Just kill a few Quan Xings... According to Mr. Lu's idea, it's just killing a few Quan Xing's little bastards. There's no pressure!
Painting and calligraphy, the saint of literature!
Ink was poured onto the tip of the pen, and with a sudden sweep, a streak of black light was swept out. The black light instantly exploded in the air and turned into the word "death" one by one, attacking Yuan Tao like a storm.
"Oh? Secret painting skills..."
There was not much surprise in Yuan Tao's tone, and there was no expression on his face except for a smile on his lips. Seeing hundreds of black words coming at him, the rosary in his hand began to move.
Ba Xia! Chao Feng!
whoosh!
Two prayer beads popped up and flashed back and forth in front of Yuan Tao at an extremely fast speed.
BANG BANG BANG BANG!!
Countless "death" characters collided with the two beads and continuously exploded in the air. The explosion sounds were like a salute, filling the area.
Wang Bing typed out a lot of words in one breath, but the amazing thing was that all these words were blocked by the old man Yuan Tao. Wang Bing threw away the Tianyuan pen and looked at him with a frown.
When did Ba Xia and Chao Feng become so powerful? Wang Bing was still somewhat confident in his painting skills. It’s not that those “death” characters just now cannot be broken, but it will take a lot of time to break them.
But when did this old man Yuan Tao’s magic weapon become so powerful?
Or is he just that powerful? If the other beads are of this level, it would be a bit tricky.
“Hehehe… Did you see that? This Chao Feng was crushed by the old Heavenly Master during the previous Luotian Grand Ceremony, so I had no choice but to refine it again. However, as an old man, my achievements in this lifetime are limited…”
After Yuan Tao summoned the beads back, he lowered his hat brim and said with a sinister smile: "So I can only let my silly disciple help me refine it. What do you think, young man! My Nine Dragons are not the same as before, be careful!"
"Sure enough, I was wondering why your Nine Dragons are much stronger than before."
Wang Bing looked at Yuan Tao and said calmly, "I am different from others. I have dealt with people like you many times. It's just right that I can use you to perfect my trick."
Wang Bing held the Tianyuan pen tightly. A ball of black ink appeared on the tip of the Tianyuan pen, covering the entire tip of the pen.
Danqing: One thought can reach the sky!
call!
As Wang Bing turned the Tianyuan Pen, the black halo on the tip of the pen dissipated directly into the air.
Yuan Tao's pupils shrank, and he subconsciously held the Chiwen Pearl in front of him, and the light blue Qi barrier opened again.
Whoosh whoosh whoosh!
However, the unexpected attack did not hit Yuan Tao and Han Dan, and the ink cloud floated directly over their heads .
Then, the space around the two of them changed obviously, and a somewhat familiar scene appeared in their eyes.
"here it is……"
Yuan Tao looked at the scene in front of him with some surprise. He had an impression of this scene. Isn't this Longhu Mountain?
"Hehehe, it's changed..."
Han Dan danced around and said, "I have an impression of this place... hehe... I have an impression!"
"Illusion?"
Yuan Tao frowned slightly. Wang Bing also knows this kind of trick?
But before he could react, a white shadow appeared in front of him, and with a powerful momentum, it punched out.
Bang!
Chiwenzhu also hurriedly turned on the power of the Qi shield to the maximum to block the punch.
Although the fist was blocked, the power in it was not so easy to block. Yuan Tao was knocked back by the sudden powerful force and hit Han Dan, knocking both of them out.
"This is……"
After seeing the white figure clearly, Yuan Tao opened his eyes wide in disbelief, "Lu Jin? Are you kidding me?"
If this is an illusion...
If it was an illusion, how could anyone imitate the aura of returning to nature that was possessed by the Third Level of Rebirth?
There are such people in the circle of illusionists.
But the problem is that those illusionists can't do this. How did the painter Wang Bing do it?
Moreover, with that punch just now, Yuan Tao clearly felt that the power was not something that an ordinary person could produce.
After he and Handan stood firm, Yuan Tao looked at Lu Jin in front of him with some surprise. Why did this Lu Jin in front of him look the same as the one who was possessed by Monk Yongning's Twelve Labor Love Formation in Longhu Mountain?
"Damn it, what a joke, idiot, take out that 'big windmill'!" Yuan Tao reminded.
“Hey… Hey… Hey…”
Handan didn't hesitate and quickly rummaged through his backpack, and soon took out an electric fan.
