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Chapter 271 Yan Lao Mo
Opposite Qin Ming.

The skinny old man in black robe had demonic energy surging around him, and he was emitting the magical power fluctuations of the Golden Core Stage.

Qin Ming frowned when he saw this, but there was no significant change in his expression.

"Who is your Excellency?"

"What is your purpose in coming here pretending to be a ghost?"

The old man in black robe laughed dryly and locked his eyes on Qin Ming: "Hehehe! My last name is Yan, I wonder if you have heard of it?"

Old Demon Yan saw that his true form was revealed, but Qin Mingque opposite him did not panic at all. Instead, he talked to him calmly.

It seems like there is some kind of reliance.

I couldn't help but put away my slight contempt.

After all, when Duanmu Sheng handed him the food, he said that there was a second-level perfect monster guarding the island.

"However, I heard that there is a third-level alchemist here, whose cultivation is only in the middle stage of foundation building. I am in need of elixirs for my cultivation, so I wanted to come and get some."

"Oh, are you here to get it? Then try and see if you can get it?" Qin Ming said expressionlessly.

The voice just fell.

Suddenly!

A black light flashed with a dark shadow, and its speed was so terrifying that it hit Qin Ming's body with lightning speed.

clang! !

In the black light, there was a ghost-head knife as black as ink. A skull was embedded in the handle, whimpering like a ghost.

At the moment when the ghost-head knife touched Qin Ming, a layer of blood-colored true energy emerged, spiritual patterns flickered, and the true body was perfectly displayed.

The ghost-head knife chopped on Qin Ming's body, just like hitting an extremely hard defensive magic weapon. The black knife was bounced back swayingly as if it was drunk.

The sneak attack that Yan Lao Mo was determined to achieve was actually resolved so easily. He looked at him in doubt and said, "A flesh body resisting a magic weapon?!"

"There's definitely something wrong with you! Even my Devil May Cry Blade can't hurt you?!"

at this time.

Old Demon Yan also suddenly realized. No wonder the guy opposite him was so calm. It turned out that he was hiding his strength!

This Devil May Cry Blade is his natal magic weapon, which has been nurtured for more than a hundred years. When he practiced magic skills on a daily basis, he killed a large number of monks, expended a lot of hard work, and fed the blood, essence, and souls of countless monks before he could refine it.

With one strike of the sword, not only can the enemy's magic weapon be defiled, but the sound of ghosts crying can also be captivating, and it can specifically break all kinds of protective spiritual shields and defensive magic weapons.

Countless souls have died under this knife.

The Devil May Cry Blade is also one of the most notorious weapons of the evil Lord Yan.

Even if he is a Jindan stage cultivator, he would have to avoid his natal magic weapon.

But he didn't expect that he couldn't even break the opponent's body.

Old Demon Yan was shocked. Is this the strength that an ordinary foundation-building alchemist should have?

There must be a demon in the abnormal situation!
He had already noticed something was wrong, and his expression changed.

He was about to turn around and leave immediately.

"You want to leave now?"

"Aren't you going to take the elixir from this island master?"

Qin Ming sneered, then waved his hand and summoned!
Ripples appeared in the air and the huge figures of three spirit beasts emerged, forming a triangle and surrounding the old demon Yan.

In an instant, the sky and the earth changed color.

Three terrifying auras descended in the air, one of which even made Old Demon Yan tremble with fear.

"Level 3, early stage, peak demon king!!!"

"Two second-level perfect monsters!"

"Duanmu boy misled me!"

Old Demon Yan screamed, and a thick black gas emerged from his body, turning into countless black smoke and escaping in all directions.

"So much nonsense."

Qin Ming grabbed with his five fingers, and with a flash of green light, three two-inch long nails appeared in the palm of his right hand.

Red-gold spiritual patterns emerged on the Wooden Emperor Nail, emitting terrifying power.

Inside Qin Ming's Dantian, there was a roaring sound like turbulent waves. An endless supply of magic power, like a flood bursting from a dam, was poured into the three wooden emperor nail magic weapons.

hum~
All the spiritual patterns lit up, and an extremely strong and masculine aura lingered on the long nails, causing the nearby air to begin to distort.

"Golden Core Level Mana? A top-tier third-tier magic weapon!!"

"How is it possible?!"

Old Demon Yan screamed incredulously in the black smoke, and once again used his secret technique at the cost of a great deal of his cultivation. Countless lights of blood appeared all over his body, and he fled frantically from Qin Ming in a strange manner.

While running away, Old Demon Yan gritted his teeth and threw out an object, which was a black bone staff with several strings of black jade skulls hanging on it.

All of a sudden.

The black bone staff instantly grew larger, becoming more than ten feet in size. Ten thousand souls roared, and countless ghosts gushed out from the mouths of these black jade skeletons!

This third-grade low-grade magic weapon was something he accidentally obtained from the Taihu ruins. By sacrificing the souls of monks, the power of the magic weapon can be continuously enhanced and amplified.

As long as there are enough souls, there will be no problem in upgrading the black bone staff to medium quality or above.

At this moment, Old Demon Yan no longer cared about the pain. He just hoped that these ghosts could delay him temporarily so that he could have a chance of survival.

"Duanmu Sheng! You wait for me! How dare you plot against me!"

"When I am free from this predicament, I will use your spirit to light a lamp that will burn for a thousand years!"

At this moment, Old Demon Yan had cursed Duanmu Sheng eight hundred times in his heart!
However, the next moment.

Whoosh!Whoosh!Whoosh!
The three wooden royal nails on the palm of Qin Ming's right hand seemed to have completely merged into the void and disappeared.

puff!

A ripple appeared in the air near the black bone staff, and a green wooden nail, emitting red-gold divine light, silently pierced through the bone staff.

Like a drop of magma falling into the snow, a big hole was broken in the middle of the bone staff.

At the same time, when those ghosts encountered the red-gold divine light emitted by the Wooden Emperor Nail, they disintegrated and were evaporated instantly.

The black bone staff let out a mournful cry after being struck by the Wooden Royal Nail, and it broke into two pieces.

Qin Ming's eyes were sharp and his heart was filled with excitement!
This is the power of the top-level magic weapon!

It is totally incomparable to ordinary magic weapons.

The other two wooden royal nails, as if with the ability to lock, chased after one of the black smokes separated by Yan Lao Mo.

Just for a moment.

"what!"

Old Demon Yan staggered and fell out from the black smoke.

At this moment, he was extremely pale, covering his broken arm, and staring at Qin Ming with despair.

'Third-level spiritual pet, third-level top-level magic weapon'

'This guy is even better than those old guys in Xuanxi Valley!'

'How could there be such a person in Wei?'

"I never thought that after so many years of dominating the demon world, I would be in trouble today."

Old Demon Yan knew very well that if he had not cut off one of his arms and used the secret magic technique of substitution, he would have died under the mysterious long spikes.

"Fellow Daoist Qin, I was wrong earlier. My tone was a little harsh. I actually had no intention of making an enemy of you!"

"I hope you can spare my life."

Old Demon Yan begged for mercy.

"I still like your unruly look just now."

"Didn't you say you were coming to get the elixir?"

"And why did you just shout that Duanmu Sheng had misled you? Could it be that he passed on some news to you?"

"He actually transformed into Gu Qingzhao's appearance and lured me off the island."

Qin Ming looked at the other person as if he were a dead person and said indifferently.

"Yes, yes, yes! It's him."

Old Demon Yan responded hastily, but his eyes became erratic as he secretly pondered how to break the impasse.

"Well, you can die too."

The words fell.

Qin Ming then grabbed the air again, and three wooden nails flew towards the old demon Yan.

Old Demon Yan's eyes were red with anger, and he roared in a fierce voice, "Young man! Do you really want to perish together with me?"

He knew that there was no way he could survive the attack from those three top-level magic weapons.

Then, Old Demon Yan showed a look of madness, and was about to choose to detonate his golden elixir and die together with Qin Ming.

However, the three wooden royal nails suddenly pierced through the protective magic energy of Yan Lao Mo and easily penetrated the defensive magic weapon on his body.

In an instant, his head was pierced through, revealing three bloody holes.

Old Demon Yan lost his breath and didn’t even have time to self-destruct before his body fell from the sky.

Qin Ming immediately cast a thorn spell on him, and countless black vines wrapped around him and sucked him into a dried corpse.

The Sky-Devouring Rat watched for a long time, then dug out a golden elixir from the corpse of Old Demon Yan and handed it to Qin Ming.

"Master, there is also this."

"hey-hey!"

(End of this chapter)