Chapter 772: Ming Zeng's Style, a Hit (Part 2) (Please Subscribe, Please Bookmark)

Chapter 773 Mingzeng's style, a blast (Part 2) (Subscribe, collect)

"Hmph, since you've come to me, I'm not polite."

After Sun Mingzeng found that he couldn't gain the upper hand by relying on magic weapons alone, he turned around and sacrificed three third-level middle-grade three-flavor true fire treasure talismans, all of which were fine products refined by Sun Mingsheng, and the power of each one was not to be underestimated.

The power of the three third-level middle-grade treasure talismans was naturally extraordinary, and it instantly turned into a ball of fire and directly surrounded the strange cultivator.

Sun Mingzeng's sudden use of three third-level middle-grade fire treasure talismans to break the deadlock was obviously unexpected, and the effect was naturally immediate.

The monk who attacked used a defensive magic weapon to put out the fire in a hurry, but he did not notice that in the endless flames, there were two red beads that were tiptoeing. Under the erosion and blessing of the flames, some cracks appeared on the surface, and the red and black breath was constantly leaking.

"Since you don't want us to break up, why do we have to fight like this?"

"Do you really have the hope of winning? Can you kill me easily?"

"It is better to resolve enemies than to make them. More friends mean more paths. Why do you have to be so aggressive?"

During the fight between the two, the monk with an honest face kept chattering, just like Tang Monk who was tirelessly preparing to lead people to goodness.

"If you can take this blow, how about turning hostility into friendship this time?"

Sun Mingzeng, who had never spoken, suddenly showed a sunshine-like joy on his face, and the tone of his words became relaxed and comfortable.

This change from the norm made the honest monk on the opposite side change his face suddenly. If this change occurred, only the other party would have an absolute victory.

"Explosion"

Sun Mingzeng did not seem to care about the other party's actual thoughts. After noticing the state of the red bead, he immediately chose to pinch his fingers and input magic power into it.

The flame, which was already near the end and only a little bit was left, suddenly became blazing under the blessing of a layer of fiery red foam.

And the flame at this time was obviously better than before, and even had a certain breath of life, which could distinguish between enemies and friends. It contained a strong fire poison and surrounded the monk again.

"Cough cough cough"

Under the dual erosion of flames and fire poison, this honest monk did not have any time to react at all. To reduce the damage from the flames, he coughed violently, his eyes became red, and strands of decay began to appear on his body.

"Flying knife gourd, cut"

Sun Mingzeng would not give up such a rare opportunity. As a large flying knife ten times the size of an ordinary flying knife was ejected from the flying knife gourd, the huge head of the monk who was suffering from the erosion and torture of the fire poison fell down.

After losing the support of mana and life, the monk's body immediately turned into a burst of flying ash and disappeared under the erosion of the flames.

This battle broke out suddenly, and its intensity was not inferior to the previous battle. It ended so abruptly, at the cost of the death of a monk who had a great reputation in the northern border cultivation world.

The location where Sun Mingzeng and the other fought was not too far from the Corpse King Gate Market. During the battle, every move was secretly observed by others.

Once he performed slightly worse in this battle, he would attract endless greed like a piece of rotten meat.

On the contrary, if Sun Mingzeng kills his opponent quickly with the current state of cutting the Gordian knot, he can successfully gain a firm foothold here and form enough deterrent force. Ordinary cultivators naturally dare not respond to his sharp edge easily.

"This four-line treasure hammer is of good quality, with a unique shape and a third-level middle-grade. It can be supplemented to a certain extent after refining in the future."

Sun Mingzeng did not react to the secret observer, but instead focused on collecting the spoils in front of him.

The four-line treasure hammer is connected by a thousand-hammered lock line, and is mainly made of four human-sized, thousand-hammered alloys in the middle.

The four treasure hammers are in the shape of different evil spirits. Once they are sacrificed, in addition to using their own attack power, they will also spray bursts of comprehensive toxins.

In short, the quality of this third-level middle-grade magic weapon itself is not a problem at all. It is also outstanding among the same level, and it can be regarded as an additional commonly used means of fighting the enemy.

In addition to this four-line treasure hammer, a bulging storage bag is also eye-catching, and Sun Mingzeng successfully put it into his pocket.

As for the spiritual objects stored in it, he naturally will not count them here openly. He just wants to create enough deterrence and gain a foothold in the northern border.

"I am from the cultivation world of Song Kingdom. I came to the northern border just to find some cultivation opportunities and spiritual objects I need. I don't want to get involved in other matters. Those who sincerely cooperate are welcome in my heart, but those who have ulterior motives should not appear. I also have means to defend the way."

Sun Mingzeng introduced himself loudly to the empty space around him, and for a moment he seemed so majestic that no one could invade.

A quarter of an hour later, Sun Mingzeng turned into a stream of light and disappeared in the distance. Only then did the Jindan-stage monks in different costumes show their heads cautiously.

These Jindan-stage monks who have been wandering around the Northern Frontier and the Corpse King Gate for many years are basically familiar with each other, and they naturally know something about this Jindan-stage monk who has fallen and ranked first.

Although his skills are not too outstanding, they are also above the average. Even if they are defeated in a fight on weekdays, they are more than enough to protect themselves.

Who could have expected that this time he just made a move to test it, and did not take any substantial action, but he directly encountered a catastrophe. The death of the rabbit makes the fox mourn. The Northern Frontier monks, who have similar forces and no obvious advantages, will naturally be afraid of Sun Mingzeng in the future.

This is also the fundamental reason why Sun Mingzeng did not hesitate to spend several feet of treasured talismans and corresponding means to kill this cultivator head-on.

After this battle, Sun Mingzeng can be said to have officially established a foothold in the Northern Frontier cultivation world full of conspiracies and evil ways.

"A man cannot become rich without unexpected wealth, and a horse cannot become fat without night grass. Although there are many consumptions in battle, the harvest is also considerable."

On a grassland thousands of miles away, he was counting the spoils in his storage bag. The real top spiritual objects did not appear, but most of them were suitable for his current fourth-level Jindan cultivation.

Sun Mingzeng has not left his family in these years, and his cultivation has not improved significantly. However, step by step, he has also reached the peak of the fourth level of Jindan. He only needs an opportunity to smoothly advance to the fifth level of Jindan and enter a new realm of cultivation. This batch of spiritual objects can be said to be timely, and their effectiveness will naturally not be buried at all.