Chapter 53 The Imperial Flag
It was a middle-aged monk in blue clothes. He was like a rainbow, crossing the sky without stopping. He was about to cross the Raw Stone Mountain. Before Zhuge Lingyu could breathe a sigh of relief, the Blue Stone Monk suddenly stopped and didn't say anything. Suddenly, he slapped the Heavenly Court with a slap. The majestic magic power covered the Raw Stone Mountain and fell ruthlessly!
How terrible is the attack of a cultivator in the Nascent Soul stage? I am afraid that if this palm falls, half of the mountain of raw stones will sink!
Before the palm fell, it had turned into a huge wave, spreading violently. Even the air around it was raking with waves, causing a series of violent impacts.
The protection of the Nantian Gate was like thin paper, trembling, with a pop, and with just one pause, it was broken, turning into a light spot and disappearing.
At this moment, a red light lit up from the heavenly court, from small to large, and attacked upwards, just like a phoenix flying to the nine heavens!
It is Zhuge Lingyu's sixth-grade magic weapon, Red Embroidered Silk.
Boom!
A loud bang was like two huge waves colliding, making a deafening explosion, and the terrifying waves of air were surging.
The old man in blue did not move at all. Zhuge Lingyu took three steps in a row, breathing rapidly, his face flushed, and he was obviously at a disadvantage.
"Sixth-grade magic weapon!" The face of the monk in blue changed, and he looked at the red embroidered silk in Zhuge Lingyu's hand with a greed look in his eyes.
"Late stage of Nascent Soul!" Zhuge Lingyu snorted, looked up at the green-shirt monk coldly, and shouted: "What do you mean by senior? Attack us for no reason. Don't think that relying on the cultivation level of the late Nascent Soul, you can do whatever you want?"
The monk in blue sneered, a bloodthirsty look flashed in his eyes, and he said lightly: "It's not interesting, I just want to kill a few people to play!"
As he said that, a big sword appeared. The sword was about one meter long and emitted a simple color. The sword flashed, and the tip of the sword pointed at Zhuge Lingyu. With a flash of lightning, it swung away with a loud bang.
Zhuge Lingyu's eyes flashed, and he bit his tongue hard and sprayed a mouthful of blood on the red embroidery silk. His whole face was a little depressed, but the red embroidery silk rose sharply. The moment the big sword rushed over, it unfolded wildly, turning into a sensitive long snake, and instantly wrapped the big sword.
burn!
Zhuge Lingyu shouted softly, and a group of fire appeared in the red embroidered silk. In a crackling wave, the body of the big sword broke out, then dissipated little by little, and finally turned into ashes!
This was the face of Zhuge Lingyu suddenly turned pale, his steps were staggering, and he was a little unsteady.
Puff! The monk in blue-shirt groaned, and a trace of scarlet blood flowed out of the corner of his mouth. At the same time, his face became gloomy.
"How dare I destroy my real name Feijian, and I should use your life and the sixth-grade magic weapon to get it!"
The cultivator in the green shirt flashed and disappeared from the spot. When he appeared again, he had already arrived at Zhuge Lingyu's side, and his cold palm was about to grab Zhuge Lingyu's neck.
“So fast!”
The late stage of the Nascent Soul was so fast that Zhuge Lingyu was almost unable to react. She felt a chill in her heart, and she quickly slapped her eyebrows, and a golden flag flew out, blocking Zhuge Lingyu's face. The flag was about the size of an adult's palm, with a large character embroidered on it, which was "Shu".
"Imperial Flag! Who are you?" The monk in blue-shirt changed color in horror, and his figure rushed over and stopped, and he was about to escape.
But before the monk in blue shirt escaped, the golden imperial flag shook, and a ray of light shone on the monk in blue shirt.
"Ah!" The monk in blue-shirt screamed, swept by the light of the imperial flag. His body was like the ice of the scattered sun, melting rapidly, and soon completely collapsed, turning into a burst of blue smoke, dissipating in the air, without a complete corpse!
"You...you...be careful..." Zhuge Lingyu's face turned pale, without any blood. Before he finished speaking, he fell to the ground and fainted.
"Sister Ninth!" Zhuge Xiaoyi shouted anxiously. Without Zhuge Lingyu's magical power, he regained his freedom and rushed over in an instant.
"Sister Zhuge!" But the little guy moved faster. He had already used his magic power to curl Zhuge Lingyu and gently put her down, his face turned serious.
When Zhuge Lingyu's imperial flag appeared, Li Feng, who had been observing this scene in the dark, showed a solemn look on his face: "It turns out to be the direct princess of Shu Kingdom, it's a bit troublesome!"
After a while, Li Feng murmured to himself: "At this moment, I would rather waste the opportunity to protect the emperor flag than let the little guy use the rumored magic weapon. Did he notice my existence, or did the little guy's magic weapon in his hand simply not deal with the late-stage Nascent Soul cultivator?"
"The princess of Shu Kingdom has fallen. The person who uses the imperial flag will suffer severe damage to his qi and blood. Even if he has seventh grade pills, it will take one day to recover at the latest, and it will be difficult to use the second imperial flag in a short period of time."
"In this way, you only need to consider the little kid who is eighth-level Qi training. Well, go and catch someone and try it!"
After saying that, his body swayed and disappeared from the air silently.
"The closest sect to this place... Dragon and Tiger Sect!"
It turned out that the monk in blue clothes was just passing by and didn't know where this place was. He was just about to leave and was threatened by Li Feng from the out-of-body stage, so he took action against Zhuge Lingyu, and ended up taking his own life.
"Senior Brother, what's wrong with Sister Zhuge? Her face looks so ugly!" Xiao Budian shouted a few times, but Zhuge Lingyu still closed her eyes and was anxious and a little at a loss.
Although the little guy is different from his peers, he is just a child after all. When Zhuge Lingyu was there, he still had the backbone. Now Zhuge Lingyu has fallen, and his senior brother has no cultivation, so he suddenly becomes panicked.
Zhuge Xiaoyi saw that the little guy who was not afraid of the world on weekdays looked panicked, and knew that it was time for his senior brother to stand up. He immediately squeezed out a smile and said, "Sister Jiu is fine, you don't need to worry. Now the formation left by the master has been broken, and there are also experts from the out-of-body stage eyeing him outside, wanting to make a mistake, we can't sit still and wait for death!"
"Senior Brother, what do you think you should do?"
"I heard you say that Master once left you a magic weapon to save your life. Can you bring it with you?" Zhuge Xiaoyi took a deep breath and his voice was low.
"Here is here!" Xiao Budian picked up the gourd and shouted with dissatisfaction: "I just wanted to take over the evil person who hurt Sister Zhuge, but Sister Zhuge refused to let him go!"
Zhuge Xiaoyi was silent for a little while and said, "Sister Jiu didn't let you do this, so there is his own reason. If you bring the magic weapon left by Master, it may be of great use at the critical moment! Without further ado, let's leave now!"
"Where do you go?" Xiao Budian was a little reluctant to leave after hearing this, "Senior Brother, can we wait for the master here?"
Zhuge Xiaoyi touched the little guy's head and comforted him gently: "I don't know when the master will come back. We will stay here. If something happens, how can we be worthy of the master?"
"But what if the master disappears after he comes back and disappears from us? I... I don't want to leave Master!"
Zhuge Xiaoyi was also sad. He originally thought he could find a place to settle down, but he didn't want to go to death again in a blink of an eye. The world is so big that there is no place to live!
Chapter completed!