Fire Monster

Chapter 251: Strong Style

"This is a pit-guarding beast!"

"Spread out and go around along the wall!"

"If you are a level 4 spirit or above, you can try to dodge the counterattack. If you are a level 3 spirit or below, try not to make any sound!"

The old voice sounded again, full of energy, but this was not the witcher from Cangwu Taoist Palace.

Besides, he should be very strong. In fact, while he was talking, three huge tail needles pierced him silently, but the old man dodged them easily. He was even very relaxed throughout the whole process. Not only did he give up running against the wall, but he moved closer to the center instead.

When the fourth tail needle came, he suddenly accelerated, and at the moment he dodged the tail needle, he stabbed out with a short spear and accurately hit the tail end of the tail needle.

This kind of combat awareness and this kind of super high perception ability are absolutely like a mountain to look up to for Zhao Guanshan.

Unfortunately, although the attack hit, it had little effect!
"Fellow Daoist Ding, do you have a spiritual weapon covered with spiritual ash six times? Please lend it to me. My short spear cannot break the defense of this pit beast."

The old man shouted.

But Ding Daoren didn't say anything, as if he didn't exist. He sent out his handy spiritual weapon at this time. Did he feel tired of living?

Of course, there is another reason. Ding Daoren is very familiar with the beast guarding the trap. Two hundred years ago, the witchers of Cangwu Taoist Palace had launched a large-scale attack, so he knows very well that even the spiritual soldiers with +6 enhancement cannot break the defense. This time it was purely their bad luck. Who could have thought that those spiritual demons would move the trap forward?
It caused them all to fall into the trap.

Nowadays, it is impossible to escape, and the best way is to stop the loss in time.

His spiritual weapon with a +6 enhancement can be recovered even if his spiritual body dies, so it cannot be lent to Cheng Muye no matter what.

As for the others, the strongest spiritual weapons in their hands are basically enhanced to +6. There is nothing we can do about it. It's not that we don't want to cooperate, but our conditions are limited.

Only Cang Yunzi has a spiritual weapon with +7 enhancement.

Things in the spiritual world are different from those in the real world. Without powerful spiritual weapons, one cannot fully display one's abilities.

"Friend Ding, are you giving up so quickly?"

At this time, Cheng Muye waited for a while, but there was no response from Ding Daoren, so he roughly understood and immediately shouted.

He is a level 8 spirit with considerable strength. He once had a + enhanced spirit weapon in his hand. Unfortunately, decades ago, the stronghold of Zhenhai Dao Palace in the spirit world was captured, and the spirits of all the witchers, including him, were destroyed, and the spirit weapon was lost.

Now, after decades of hard work, they have finally returned to the spiritual world, and have no chance to strengthen their spiritual weapons.

Ding Daoren still didn't respond, and no one else did. Everyone walked silently along the edge of the pit, hoping to hold out as long as they could.

Zhao Guanshan was fully aware of the situation at this time, especially since he happened to have a long sword with a +7 enhancement in his hand, so he was willing to give it to him.

However, he was quite far away from the old man at this time and did not dare to make a sound. He just walked around in circles, watching the old man moving around there like a tank, almost attracting most of the attention of the beast guarding the pit.

It’s a pity that the spiritual weapon in his hand is not powerful enough, otherwise the situation would be different.

After a while, Zhao Guanshan finally circled around. He no longer hesitated, bent down and rushed over. The old man also noticed Zhao Guanshan's abnormality at the first time and retreated quickly. Although the two did not say a word, they cooperated tacitly.

The next second, Zhao Guanshan swung out his sword, and the old man caught it accurately and shouted at the same time.

"it is good!"

This sound was like thunder, but it was actually protecting Zhao Guanshan.

When the needles at the tail came at the sound, the old man's sword came out like a dragon, his body was as fast as lightning, and the long sword with enhanced +7 actually flew up in his hand.

That’s right, at this critical moment, he actually used his mind to control the spiritual weapon, worthy of being a fifth-level spiritual body.

Controlling the sword with the mind is a completely different matter. Everyone only saw flashes of spiritual light, and the needles on the tail of the beast guarding the pit were cut off one after another. The old man took advantage of the situation and showed no mercy. The sword was like a rainbow and the man was like piercing the clouds. In an instant, he had already killed the beast guarding the pit. Then a shrill scream was heard, and the beast guarding the pit, which was as big as a hill, was killed on the spot.

The huge corpse collapsed with a loud bang and then turned into ashes all over the sky!
The next second, the spiritual ash shrank and quickly covered the long sword in the old man's hand. The spiritual light rose and fell, layer by layer, and it strengthened the spiritual weapon to +9 in one breath!

And the old man, holding the spiritual weapon, although he was already unsteady on his feet and had exhausted too much energy, he couldn't help but burst into laughter, feeling extremely happy!
"Quick! Everyone, save Master Cheng immediately at all costs!"

Ding Daoren's surprised voice finally came.

But without his order, everyone understood this point. The old man had clearly consumed a huge amount of his own mental energy to drive the +7 long sword and killed the beast guarding the pit. But at this time, he was basically exhausted and did not have much combat power. If he didn't rush forward to protect it at this time, would he be kicked in the head?

And as long as this old man can recover, the flowers will really bloom in spring!

At once, more than twenty people rushed forward, each forming their own formation, united in their hatred of the enemy as never before.

A spiritual weapon enhanced to +9, held in the hands of a level spirit, just thinking about it makes me excited.

At this time, rustling sounds were heard again from all directions, and a large number of ghost scorpions and other messy things rushed into the pit like a dam collapsing and seawater backflowing.

There were so many of them that Zhao Guanshan's senses were so overwhelming that he felt suffocated. There was nothing to say. Zhao Guanshan held a feather arrow made of a spirit weapon in one hand. He had no spirit weapon for melee combat. Shooting with a longbow was meaningless in front of such a large number of enemies.

Fortunately, at this moment the morale of the witchers has been greatly improved. They gathered together again, with large spiritual shields blocking in front, and the rest of the people were behind the shield formation.

Then the next moment, they were submerged.

There were too many ghost scorpions, blocking the front but not the top. As soon as they met, the demon hunter holding a large shield in front of Zhao Guanshan was knocked down, and the large shield in his hand turned into a sieve.

Dozens of ghost scorpions used sewing machine needle techniques on his head.

Kill in an instant.

His strength is not weak, but the enhancement level of the spiritual weapon in his hand is too low.

"Block it! Block it, maintain the formation!"

Some people were roaring and screaming, and everyone was fighting desperately, Zhao Guanshan was no exception. He now regretted not bringing his own spirit ash shield and purple fire dagger.

Otherwise, wouldn't this scene be just a massacre?

At this time, he could only fight by wielding feather arrows in both hands. Even a mere ghost scorpion had to be stabbed three times with all his strength before being killed. It was like a pure level 1 soldier on the battlefield.

Fortunately, his head defense and leg defense are enhanced by +4, body defense is enhanced by +5, and finally there is an inner armor enhancement by +5, which means that the comprehensive defense value of body defense is enhanced by +6.

This value has a strong advantage at this time.

That is, the ghost scorpion's tail needle cannot break through the defense at all. Even if it tries hard to break through the defense, it will be blocked by the soft inner armor.

It is worth mentioning that the defensive feature of the inner armor is that it has a defense bonus against stabbing wounds, just like chain mail, but if it encounters a blunt attack, it is useless.

So at this moment, Zhao Guanshan stood on the top of the witcher's gap. Even though he was madly stabbed by dozens of tail needles in an instant, and even though he didn't have a large shield to block most of the damage, he was still able to stabilize the situation, because he really couldn't be pierced.

The ghost scorpion cannot penetrate his defense, but he can stab it in the opposite direction.

At this moment, Zhao Guanshan didn't care about any rules. He raised his left hand to protect half of his head. He planted his feet firmly on the ground and leaned forward slightly to increase his resistance. Then, while enjoying the ghost scorpion's acupuncture massage, he held the arrow and poked it three times in a row when he caught a ghost scorpion.

After stabbing him to death, don't care about anything else, just cover the arrow with ashes first, and then continue to stab him three times in a row.

I don’t care about formations, friendly forces, or enemy forces. I can’t care anymore because there are oceans of ghost scorpions everywhere.

He wasn't even worried about death at this moment. It was simply the last carnival of a professional gangster.

Having a blast.

Time passed by minute by minute, and Zhao Guanshan couldn't remember how many ghost scorpions he had killed, but the arrows had strengthened his power to +4. Although these were the four easiest levels to strengthen, the damage had increased by at least two or three times. In the past, three consecutive stabs were needed, but now only one stab was needed to kill a ghost scorpion.

Of course, the price he paid was that he was stabbed by the tail needles at least thousands of times. His helmet began to show damage, his half-body armor was also covered with scars, and his cloak was long gone.

If this continues, he will get hurt.

At this moment, the pressure suddenly eased, and then there was Ding Daoren's loud laughter. The sword flashed wildly, and the ghost scorpions on the periphery were harvested in groups. It was his long sword with enhanced +6 that finally gathered enough spiritual ash at this moment and was enhanced to +7.

Of course, it wasn't just him. Three other witchers from the Cangwu Taoist Palace also changed their normal behavior and began to take the initiative to attack. Their spiritual weapons had all completed a +7 enhancement.

Fighting is indeed the best source of wealth.

But it was not without cost. There were only four witchers left in Zhenhai Taoist Palace. On the Cangwu Taoist Palace side, there were originally thirteen people, but now there are only nine left.

Of course, those who can survive at this time will have their spiritual weapons enhanced to a high level.

Since Ding Daoren and others were charging forward, several people immediately launched a counterattack. Even Zhao Guanshan seized the opportunity to pick up the leftovers and attack them. Occasionally, he would borrow the ashes that others had no time to collect.

He used these ashes first to repair helmets and half-body armor.

Although he didn't mind riding the wind at any time, it would be great to see more of the excitement.

"Everyone, follow me and kill the enemy!"

At this moment, the old man surnamed Cheng suddenly shouted loudly, and recovered in a short time. I don’t know if it was because of the amazing recovery ability of the fifth-level spirit body, or if he had another trump card?
Zhao Guanshan was distracted at this moment and looked back, and he understood what was going on, because at the center of the old man's eyebrows, there were nine bright red scales connected, like a headdress, which was extremely mysterious.

"Come die!"

With a loud shout, a ghost scorpion was killed by the old man with a sword.

Show the style of a strong person!
Zhao Guanshan saw it all and realized that the old man named Cheng must have gained more than just that pile of spirit ashes when he killed the beast guarding the pit. He must have gained something else.

(End of this chapter)