Longevity Thunder Ancestor

Chapter 350 The best spiritual weapon
The beautiful woman in the black dress was startled when she saw this, then she chuckled nonchalantly.

Affected by this, the densely packed fireballs emitted by this formation, which were like a meteorite shower, suddenly became sparse.

The recovery speed of those fire beasts also slowed down significantly.

"Very good, one of the array's cores has been broken. It looks like that direction is exactly the one Junior Brother Ning is in charge of. He really lived up to my high expectations."

Duanmu Ling, who was suspended in the air with her hands behind her back, suddenly said with joy on her face.

After a while, another red star in the sky slowly went out.

In another formation center dozens of miles away, it turned into a vast ocean.

The rolling waves continued to hit the altar in the center.

Not long after, a water giant about thirty feet tall stepped on the huge waves, holding a dark blue trident in his hand, and directly pierced through a black-robed monk with a shriveled face like a skeleton.

The huge waves extinguished the flame at the center of the formation.

Then, the huge waves and the water giant slowly dissipated.

The monk named Pu, who had a gloomy expression and looked sick, appeared.

He looked at his burnt and purple-red left arm and couldn't help but smile bitterly.

This injury was caused by the blood-colored lightning emitted by the blood-colored gourd used by the monk of the Black Spirit Church.

Even with this man's powerful strength, he still couldn't avoid being seriously injured, and even had to use his most powerful magical power.

In fact, if Ning Fa had not broken the center of the formation, causing some impact on this place and allowing the monk Pu to seize the opportunity, his injuries might have been even more serious.

In fact, this is also the reason why Ning Fa, who has the lowest strength among the six cultivators, was able to break through the center of the formation first.

The key is that he has the evil-repelling divine thunder and the Binghuo Yang Thunder, which can restrain the strange blood-colored lightning.

The other five monks who attacked the secondary formation's center did not have such means. They suffered greatly under the blood-red lightning and were caught in a tough battle.

As two array centers were broken in succession, the large array was suddenly greatly affected, and the monks who were attacking the other array centers also became much easier.

Within a quarter of an hour, two more key points of the formation were broken one after another.

At this moment, near the center of the main formation, the number of flints falling from the sky was already half less than before.

There were only eighteen fire beasts left.

The faces of the three monks on the altar suddenly changed, and they couldn't help but look at the beautiful woman in the black dress.

But the woman was not panicked at all. She even stretched out her delicate hand to cover her mouth and yawned, saying lazily: "Why panic? The formation has not been broken yet. Keep attacking. Don't be lazy."

The cultivators from the three families could only suppress their emotions and continue to fight back.

The great elders of the three families, Mo Xingkong, Hu Shikui, and Wen Fuyong, exchanged glances secretly, looking as if they were weighed down with something.

Not far from them, Wen Xiuxin, who was dressed in a white dress and as pretty as an orchid, still had that uniquely calm and composed look on her face.

At this time, this woman had already reached the middle stage of foundation building.

Her pair of bare hands played the piano like a string instrument, producing red and blue flaming lotuses that sent the surrounding Ningfa monks into a state of panic.

Duanmu Ling on the opposite side brightened up her beautiful eyes, knowing that the time had come.

She gave a delicate cry, raised her bare hands, and a small green wooden bow burst out in the rosy glow.

This wooden bow is simple in design and crudely made, just like a child's toy.

But a terrifying spiritual pressure emanated from it, which was far inferior to even Ningfa's Dragon-Breaking Spear.

This wooden bow even exceeded the limit of a top-grade spiritual weapon. It was an extremely rare and precious - a top-grade spiritual weapon!
It is no exaggeration to say that top-grade spiritual weapons are so precious that they are even more precious than ordinary magic weapons.

The spirit of the weapon must be the essence of a third-level demon beast, and the other main materials for refining are almost all third-level spiritual materials. The rarity of the materials required is no less than that of a magic weapon.

Even the power of the best spiritual weapon is stronger than the magic weapon of a cultivator who has just formed a golden core.

This is because the magic weapon needs to be nurtured in the cultivator's body for a long time before its power can be revealed.

Therefore, many Jindan cultivators who have just reached the Jindan stage use top-grade spiritual weapons, or even inferior high-grade spiritual weapons as their main fighting weapon.

Because the best spiritual weapons are hard to come by for Jindan cultivators.

If it were sold at a large auction in a high-level fairy city, a top-grade spiritual weapon could easily be sold at a sky-high price of nearly one million spirit stones.

The wooden bow grew to a size of several feet in the wind, and mysterious green runes flashed on the dark blue arrow body. The bright spiritual light instantly suppressed all other brilliance.

A special arrow string that seemed to be made of green leaves slowly appeared on the originally empty arrow string.

The arrow is slowly pulled up until the bow is fully drawn.

Duanmu Ling, who was controlling the arrow, also had a pale face, and within a few breaths, her magic power had dropped to the bottom.

But she took out a white clean bottle, raised her head and poured a drop of spiritual liquid in the bottle into her mouth. Suddenly, her magic power returned to its peak state.

What she took was actually the extremely precious thousand-year-old spiritual milk.

At this moment, a green arrow of light slowly took shape on the wooden bow.

Dense green runes floated on it, and a terrifying pressure that seemed to be able to destroy the world emanated from it.

The arrow was so powerful that all the monks present were shocked and looked at the direction of the wooden bow with fear.

Feng Jue also stopped moving, his eyes lit up, and he murmured: "Xuanqing Bow!"

On the altar, the faces of the three cultivators changed drastically, and the intuition of death was beating wildly in everyone's heart.

He didn't even have time to attack again. He wanted to escape but didn't dare to. He could only hurriedly use various defensive measures in an attempt to resist.

The beautiful woman in black dress, who had always had a lazy expression on her face, couldn't help but reveal a trace of solemnity on her face.

She pointed her slender jade finger forward, and a beam of black light shot out. Then, a black ancient scroll made of parchment slowly appeared in the sunset glow.

I saw the black ancient scroll automatically open, countless pages flipping with a rustling sound, and countless mysterious black symbols flashing faintly in it.

Soon, the black ancient scroll froze on a certain page.

Suddenly, the page flew out, with a black pentagram symbol engraved on it.

The symbol suddenly shone brightly and broke away from the page. Countless black spots of light circled in the air, and in the blink of an eye, a huge black five-pointed star pattern several feet in size was formed.

The pentagram was spinning rapidly, emitting countless black specks of light, and a powerful, vast, and strange aura emanated from it.

At this time, the wooden bow was finally fully pulled open. There was a sound of the arrow string vibrating that seemed to come from the sky, and then the green arrow suddenly shot out.

The world seemed to be still for a moment.

The next moment, a sharp whistling sound like the sky was torn apart was heard, and a green light track several feet long passed through the air.

All the magical weapons, spells, and flaming beasts along the way vanished into thin air.

Then the arrow suddenly hit the lotus-shaped altar with unstoppable force.

(End of this chapter)