txolops Chapter 218 Chapter 216: God's Thunder (2 in 1 Chapter)
Chapter 218 Chapter 216: God's Thunder (2 in 1 Chapter)
Chapter 218: Chapter 216: God's Thunder
This kind of attack is no worse than powerful spells such as "Golden Wind Scattering Art" and "Mysterious Bird Flame Art". You have to go back a long way.
Magical tools and spells each have their own strengths, and some powerful spells are no weaker than sophisticated magic tools.
But the disadvantage is also obvious, that is, the speed of casting spells is too slow, far inferior to the simplicity, directness and quickness of magic tools and magic weapons.
So they were gradually eliminated, and now in the world of cultivating immortals, it is rare to see monks who focus on using magic to fight against the enemy.
Making all kinds of powerful spells into talismans perfectly solves this problem. When facing the enemy, you only need to input a little mana to activate the spells in it.
But such talismans are all expensive without exception, purely using talismans against the enemy is an act of "burning spirit stones", and ordinary monks simply cannot afford this kind of price, so most of them just buy one or two as a supplementary means of fighting skills .
After playing the Golden Wind Scatter Talisman, Liu Yu continued to drive the two magic weapons to attack, but was blocked by a foundation-building cultivator of the Hehuanmen in the formation, unable to attack the formation.
With only [-]% of his strength in play, there is really nothing he can do about the opponent.
Even so, Liu Yu didn't intend to use his full strength.
He needs to maintain the "personality", a slightly better but unremarkable early-stage foundation-building monk personality, which is far more important than the success or failure of this mission.
Scanning the mine with spiritual consciousness, Liu Yu noticed that all the monks of Hehuanmen had arrived, and the defense was quite organized, and they were no longer flustered as before.
Although the attacks of the eight Foundation Establishment cultivators were aggressive and powerful, most of them were intercepted halfway, and only a small part fell on the formation, but they could not cause serious damage to them.
"If things go on like this, there may be accidents. After all, time is on the side of the Hehuan Gate."
With a panoramic view of everything, Liu Yu made a judgment with a sense of urgency in his heart.
If you can't break through the mine formation as soon as possible, you will be in a dilemma when the enemy reinforcements arrive in Tianqiong City.
"It still depends on Zhou Zhuofeng's strength. I hope that these three heroes and four heroes are not in vain."
Thinking of this, Liu Yu turned his eyes during the attack, and looked at Zhou Zhuofeng and fifty or so disciples in the Qi refining period who had come late.
These rounds of attack and defense were completed in just a few breaths, and only the monks in the Qi Refining Period of the Hehuan Sect had the deepest experience of the danger.
After several rounds of offense and defense, Zhou Zhuofeng came not far from Liu Yu and the others, followed by the disciples of the Qi refining period.
In the distance, on the hill where the outpost of the Hehuan Gate is located, in the darkness, the aura of magic tools and spells is already shining, and there is the movement of fighting skills.
Generally, there will not be too many monks assigned to this kind of outpost, and the strength will not be too strong. Fifteen Qi refining disciples are enough to take it down.
The mines, houses, etc. were all protected by a crimson mask, and the disciples of the Hehuan Sect defended behind the mask, Zhou Zhuofeng looked serious looking at all this.
He ordered the disciples in the Qi refining period to attack individually, but he himself did not rush to participate in the attack, but stood on the spot and observed carefully, as if looking for a flaw in the formation.
"Yes!"
More than fifty disciples took the order with one voice, and immediately dispersed without any extra words, keeping a certain safe distance.
Afterwards, they either used magic tools, cast spells, or some strange means to attack the crimson shield.
Although the power and power of these magic tools and spells of monks in the Qi refining period are very common in the eyes of Liu Yu and other monks in the foundation period, the large number looks quite spectacular, and the accumulation of small amounts also brings a lot of pressure to the monks of Hehuanmen. .
The auras of magic tools and spells are far less conspicuous than the crimson mask, but they are so numerous that it is difficult to intercept them. One after another, they fall on the mask like colorful raindrops.
"Bang bang" "ding ding"
Dozens of small roars in a row, due to the scattered power, are completely insignificant compared to the attacks in the foundation building period.
Just like tiny pebbles thrown into a big lake, they can only splash small ripples on the surface of the mask.
Under the control of the Hehuanmen monks, this ripple quickly disappeared and would be smoothed out soon.
Seeing this scene, Liu Yu, Zhou Zhuofeng and the others frowned slightly. Such an attack was meaningless.
"All disciples listen to the order, you are divided into six groups, and concentrate on attacking those two places from different angles."
Zhou Zhuofeng quickly ordered, pointing to two areas on the formation, and said to the disciples in the Qi refining period.
Seeing this, Liu Yu nodded secretly, agreeing with Brother Zhou's command.
The attack power of a single disciple in the refining stage is too weak, and can only consume a little spiritual power of the formation. Only when multiple people cooperate to attack one point at the same time can it achieve better results.
Divided into six groups to attack from different angles, it is less likely to be intercepted, making the attack more efficient.
Fifty or so disciples in the Qi refining period obeyed the order, and quickly divided into six groups to launch attacks. A magic weapon was thrown out again, flying towards the crimson mask.
After adjusting the strategy, the attack effect this time was significantly stronger, causing the crimson mask to tremble slightly, and two slightly faded "depressions" were punched out.
Liu Yu's spiritual sense controls the soul-chasing blade of the child and mother, turning it into a huge black sword blade with a length of one foot and a width of one foot. It exerts the strength slightly beyond that of ordinary early-stage foundation-building monks, and is one against two with a foundation-builder from Hehuanmen. The two magic tools of the early monks were entangled.
At the same time, he kept pulling the golden bowstring of the Yaojin Bow, and the liquid mana was transformed into sharp metallic spiritual power, which condensed into golden arrows, locked on a certain place of the crimson mask, and shot away non-stop.
With Liu Yu's current cultivation base, his mana and consciousness surpass those of monks of the same level, and it is easy to control the two magical weapons to attack.
The monks of Yuanyangzong's foundation building period and Qi refining period kept on attacking. The monks of Hehuanmen could only stop most of them, and the other half fell on top of the formation, which caused a lot of trauma to the formation.
According to this trend, it is only a matter of time before the formation is broken.
But what the monks of the Yuanyang sect lacked was time. After such a period of time, it is estimated that Tianqiong City has received the message, and they may come to help in less than half an hour.
And without Zhou Zhuofeng making a move, he couldn't break this formation in half an hour.
Liu Yu can think of this, and other foundation cultivators can also think of it.
Seeing Zhou Zhuofeng's delay in making a move, Zhuang Shilong, Xie Junjie and the others were already anxious, frequently looking at him, hesitating to speak.
Even the female cultivator in palace attire who used the green hairpin, a high-grade spiritual weapon, frowned slightly, and looked over with a hint of anger.
With Zhou Zhuofeng's peak cultivation in the late stage of foundation establishment, of course he can feel the eyes of his fellow disciples and understand what they mean.
But he was still there, staring at the formation and the Hehuanmen monks in the formation, as if he was thinking about something, and seemed to be looking for another opportunity.
Liu Yu didn't know what kind of medicine was sold in this person's gourd, but he knew that it would definitely not work if it went on like this.
"Since this is the case, then you can't blame someone Liu if you can't complete the mission of the sect."
"Could it be that this person is an undercover agent of Hehuanmen?"
Seeing this scene, many speculations flashed in Liu Yu's mind, and finally there was a sneer on his face, and he paid attention to the situation in the direction of Tianqiong City, and immediately ran away if the situation was slightly wrong.
Sacrificing his life for the mission of the sect, he, Liu, is greedy for life and afraid of death, but he has no such consciousness.
A quarter of an hour later, the Yuanyang Sect's attack was still fast and fierce, and the Hehuan Sect monks could only rely on formations to resist, and they had no power to fight back.
Although the situation was extremely dangerous, they had no reservations under the crisis of life and death. They exerted all their strength, defended against the attack dangerously, and seemed to see the dawn.
Only a few well-informed people did not hold an optimistic attitude, and still had spare energy to stand in a favorable position, ready to break through when the formation broke down.
Just when several foundation-building monks of Yuanyang Sect couldn't bear to ask questions, Zhou Zhuofeng suddenly moved.
He took a few steps back quickly, took out a purple shield from the storage bag, and input mana to change it to the size of half a foot to protect the whole body.
After protecting himself first, Zhou Zhuofeng continued to the next step.
He did not take out the magic weapon to attack like other monks, but slowly cast the spell in his hand, as if he was about to use a powerful spell.
At the moment when Zhou Zhuofeng started to cast the spell, there was a sudden gust of wind in a radius of three feet, blowing the fallen leaves all over the ground and flying into the air.
The tie that bound his long hair also fell off, causing his long hair to fly freely, adding to his unruly demeanor.
The spiritual pressure that had reached the peak in the late stage of foundation establishment was unreservedly released, and a trace of thunder-type spiritual energy gradually gathered in his hands, forming a dark blue thunderball the size of a fist.
The berserk power was bound in it to restless, and the thunderball gradually grew bigger as time went by.
"It doesn't stop there."
Liu Yu's heart moved and he looked up.
A small group of dark clouds gathered directly above it, and it grew bigger and bigger, with blue electric lights flickering from time to time.
In his spiritual perception, Zhou Zhuofeng's whole body was faintly connected to the dark clouds or thunder clouds in the sky. This spell was not just as simple as a thunder ball.
This is the first time Liu Yu has seen such a powerful spell.
Seeing that the monk with the highest cultivation level on the Yuanyangzong side casts a spell that has been stored for so long, the power must be amazing, and it may pose a strong threat to the spell.
The monks of Hehuanmen were not stupid, and three foundation-building monks immediately looked at each other. While fighting, they took out a talisman and released the foundation-level spells in it to attack Zhou Zhuofeng.
Not to kill the opponent, but to disrupt the rhythm of the enemy's spellcasting.
The spell was cast suddenly, and when Liu Yu and other foundation-building monks of Yuanyangzong discovered it, it was too late to stop it.
"bang bang bang"
With three roars in a row, three second-order spells exploded in front of Zhou Zhuofeng, and were easily blocked by the purple shield, splashing a lot of dust and smoke.
But ordinary dust and smoke can't stop the prying of the spiritual sense at all. Liu Yu and others clearly saw that the purple shield was suspended in the air without moving, and the aura was not affected at all just like before.
"At least it is a high-grade spiritual weapon."
This thought flashed in Liu Yu's mind.
These three second-level spells, although there is still a distance compared with the Golden Wind Scattering Shape and the Black Bird Flame, they are not the top-grade magic tools that can be received at the same time without any damage.
The only ones that can be picked up so easily are at least the top-grade spiritual weapons. Reminiscent of the names of the Three Heroes and Four Heroes, most of them are top-grade spiritual weapons.
"Defend the law for me."
Zhou Zhuofeng's voice reached everyone's ears, Liu Yu, Xie Junjie and other eight Foundation Establishment cultivators understood, and approached him slightly while attacking.
But Liu Yu still kept an eye out and stood at the farthest place.
Reminiscent of Zhou Zhuofeng's initial actions, it is still necessary to take proper precautions. This kind of powerful lightning spell will kill or injure any Foundation Establishment cultivator in the field.
The thundercloud above this person is getting bigger and bigger, from light and thin to thick, and the aura exuding becomes more and more amazing.
Even Liu Yu, the foundation-builder cultivator, felt a little depressed, let alone the disciples in the Qi-refining period, who were affected when casting spells and controlling magic tools, so they had to stay as far away as possible to feel better.
After about half a cup of tea, Zhou Zhuofeng sweated a little from his temples, and the thundercloud above had accumulated to a range of twenty or thirty feet.
Suddenly, the spell in his hand changed, and he began to rush up. The thunder ball suspended in front of him slowly floated upwards, and finally entered the center of the thunder cloud.
Immediately afterwards, Zhou Zhuofeng's moves changed again, becoming extremely slow, as if there was invisible pressure attached to each move, making it extremely difficult.
Under his control, the thundercloud moved slowly, floating towards the top of the crimson mask.
Seeing this, the enchanting female cultivator knew it was not good, and immediately ordered to intercept it.
After she finished speaking, there was a flash of heartache in her eyes, but she still took out two talismans with the faint appearance of firebirds on the surface, poured mana into them and flicked them lightly, and they turned into two huge black birds burning with flames, emitting light and heat wantonly.
Like a red lotus blooming in the night sky, it wants to wash away the filth and rush straight towards the dark clouds without hesitation.
It is the Xuanniao Flame Talisman!
Of course, it is impossible for Yuan Yangzong to let him succeed. The female cultivator in palace costume reacted the fastest, and the green hairpin of the royal envoy turned into a blue python again, blocking the two black birds and flicking the snake's tail, causing them to fall into a fight unable to move forward.
Taking advantage of this opportunity, Liu Yu and other foundation-builder cultivators unanimously mobilized their mana and accelerated their offensive, so that the enemy foundation-builder cultivators could only resist the attack in front of them first, and could not withdraw their hands to interfere with the large-scale spells that were forming.
As for the Qi-refining period monks of both sides, they are not far behind in terms of number and cultivation level, but they beat you back and forth.
Occasionally, a few magic spells and magic weapons fell into the dark clouds, but they had no effect, like a mud cow entering the sea, and never returned.
After about four or five breaths, the blue python controlled by the palace costume female cultivator had already wiped out the two black birds, and the thundercloud of twenty or thirty feet finally floated over the red mask.
The clothes on Zhou Zhuofeng's upper body were torn apart, revealing a large piece of solid muscle with protruding purple blood vessels.
The spiritual pressure and aura around him have reached a peak, which seems to be the limit of the foundation-building period monks.
"Shen Xiao Kuang Lei!"
Suddenly, the corner of Zhou Zhuofeng's mouth cracked into a big arc, his eyes flashed a cruel smile, and he spit out a few words softly.
Immediately, the thundercloud surged, and the volume rapidly shrank, gathering towards the center.
"boom boom"
In the real thunder and lightning, a series of nine thick and large dark blue thunderbolts hit the center point directly above the crimson mask in the blink of an eye.
How fast is lightning and thunder?
The monks of the Hehuanmen didn't even have time to react, and nine thunderbolts had already struck the crimson mask.
The dazzling electric light shone on Liu Yu's face.
Under this burst of lightning, the aura of spells and magic tools seemed to be overshadowed, which made him lose his mind for a moment.
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