"The Lotus of Birth and Death! Nine hundred births and deaths in an instant!" Zuo Yuheng was like a broken leaf in the wind. The translucent True Energy shield on the surface of his body continued to condense and shatter. Finally, he blew out with the blood.

Wu Sen was the weakest among the three, and was bombarded the farthest, and fell not far away in front of Luo Xiao. Hearing the voice, he raised his pale and horrified face, his chin and gray beard were covered with sticky plasma, and he said in a trembling voice: "Master...Magic weapons!"

"Not a magic weapon!" Among the three special envoys, only Gong Aobai had not fallen in front of this almost destructive force, but was not standing but Zhu Jian half-kneeling. Even so, it was much better than two companions who were lying down to compete and squirting blood.

Gong Aobai stretched out his fingers to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, and stood up slowly. The magic weapon-level spiritual sword in his right hand was broken into several pieces, and the left hand was holding a rare top-grade spirit stone, constantly absorbing spiritual energy to replenish the shield that was bright and destructive. His face was pale, and his eyes were staring at the things in Master Bayin's hand, and he said decisively: "This is not the magic weapon 'Birth and Death Lotus', otherwise none of us would want to live!"

Ten feet ahead, Master Bayin held a crystal-like lotus-like treasure in his hand. The treasure was hanging on his palm, rising and falling from time to time, bursting out circles of light. Perhaps the previous terrifying blow had exhausted the energy, and the light was unstable, gradually dimming, and it fell lightly on Master Bayin's palm.

Master Bayin smiled slightly and gently stroked the lotus treasure: "Your Highness Ninth has a vision. Yes, this is not a magic weapon, but a high-level spiritual weapon 'Fake Birth and Death Lotus'. Well, it is an imitation of the magic weapon Birth and Death Lotus. Each time you use it, you need to consume two top-grade spirit stones. It is only one-tenth of the lethality of the Birth and Death Lotus. And it cannot be used infinitely like a real magic weapon. It can only be used three times..."

Gong Ao rolled his eyes like a cone: "So, what time is this now?"

Master Bayin did not answer, and the admiration on his face turned into regret. In just one moment, the "pseudo-Birth and Death Lotus" in the palm of his hand was like a sand sculpture, shattering into fine sand-like crystals, falling all over his palm. With a gentle grasp, countless crystal chips rustled away from his fingers.

Indeed, no answer is needed.

Gong Aobai and the other two all breathed a sigh of relief. If they did it like they did just now, they would definitely die.

Master Bayin clapped the debris in his palm and said leisurely: "The Pseudo-Birth and Death Lotus is destroyed, but in the state of three, will it still be my opponent?"

Gong, Zuo and Wu looked ugly, and there was even an unpredictable humiliation and anger. They were all cultivators, and they would never have thought that one day they would be forced to this level by a "quasi-cultivator".

As a half-demon, Master Bayin is born with a spiritual root. He is indeed a cultivator, but he is different from the three special envoys. He has a mission to lay out the lower realm for the demon clan. He has been in this world for nearly a hundred years, and his strength has long fallen to the spiritual realm. This is the highest realm that the Tianjing Realm can accommodate. This realm has a special name called "half-step cultivation", also known as "quasi-cultivator".

The three special envoys have just arrived in the lower realm for a few days and still maintain the cultivation of cultivators. In terms of strength, Master Bayin, let alone one-on-one, is suspended. However, whether it is a battle between warriors, warriors, or cultivators, it is not just strength to determine the outcome. Environment, spiritual weapons (magic tools), status, luck, etc. are all important factors that are enough to change the situation of the battle.

Master Bayin knew that he might face the superior cultivators when he sent the envoys. In order to ensure that Master Bayin can complete the task smoothly, the superior demon clan also invested a lot of money and ordered the subordinate branches of the central region to send envoys to send several high-level magic weapons so that Master Bayin could compete with the three great cultivators.

The Realm Pearl, which has become Luo Xiao's spoils, is one of them.

Both are high-level magic weapons, the attack-type "pseudo-Birth and Death Lotus" is much more terrifying than the Realm Pearl. With the intention of calculating and unprepared, it is a sudden attack. With the powerful strength of the three great cultivators, they all suffered a great loss.

At the moment, Zuo Yuheng was seriously injured, Wu Sen lost the power to fight again. Even Gong Aobai suffered heavy internal injuries. He consumed a lot of true energy due to the powerful destructive power of fighting against the "Pseudo-Birth and Death Lotus", and even had to use the only top-grade spirit stone on his body to replenish the spiritual energy. This is one of his life-saving costs. It is really distressing and annoyed to consume it here.

Gong Aobai took a deep breath and slowly raised his fist. The dry spirit stone powder between his fingers fell and drifted in the wind, with cold eyes: "Bayin, you have been in the lower realm for too long and thought that the spiritual realm was invincible. It seems that it is necessary for you to relive the iron law of the central realm - under the cultivation of the truth, there are all ants! Even the extremely weak cultivator is not something that strong ants can defeat!"

Master Bayin looked sarcastic: "It seems that this is true... But I am born with a demon root. What about you? It seems that you have been cultivated from a warrior, a warrior, and a cultivator step by step? The ant turned over but despised the ant. You are no better than me, a half-demon."

Gong Aobai was slapped in the face and his eyes twitched, but he quickly calmed down. Without further ado, he stretched out a slender white finger and poked forward. A slight real energy force shot out from his fingertips, shooting from Master Bayin's chest ten feet away.

Master Bayin also stretched out a finger and shot out a translucent light column, colliding with Gong Aobai's true energy power in mid-air.

The air rubbed violently, starlight sputtered, and the two translucent silk threads seemed to swallow each other and melted continuously, but it was obvious that Master Bayin's silk thread melted faster. The result was that Gong Aobai's true energy power continued to approach.

Just as Master Bayin was struggling to resist, Zuo Yuheng suddenly jumped up and trembled his hand and popped up a folding fan. The fan bone was three feet long, almost equivalent to the length of the sword. The fan surface unfolded, and the silver light shone like a giant axe. The true energy circled, and the momentum was imposing. It was obviously a magic weapon.

Brush, fan and axe to take off your hands, and it also seems to be slashing towards Master Bayin's forehead.

Master Bayin picked up his palm with his right hand and made a knife. A true sword energy tear apart the air and faced the fan axe hard.

The true energy collided, as if the silver bottle exploded and the waves were overflowing.

A white shadow flew deeply into the hard stone wall. It was the fan axe. After Zuo Yuheng issued this blow, he was exhausted and fell and sat down.

Gong Aobai immediately seized Master Bayin's opportunity to distract himself and poured it with all his strength. The true energy surged. Instantly, he broke off Master Bayin's true energy beam and penetrated his palm. The power of the true energy was still strong. He then passed through his arm and shot behind him. He snorted, as if he had cut something.

Master Bayin staggered, his arm swing was obviously inconsistent with his pace, and he was obviously useless.

This was the best opportunity to take advantage of his illness to kill him. However, Gong Aobai stood still, motionless, his eyes wider and wider.

Zuo Yuheng also gave up healing, completely ignoring the possibility of leaving hidden dangers in his body, jumped up and stared at the front for a moment.

Even Wu Sen, who was originally seriously injured, sat up like a monster who had been conquered by the blood of the demon spirit, stared at the front with his green and faint eyes.

Master Bayin was also confused by the actions of these people. He held his chest with one palm, kept his vigilance, turned around slowly, suddenly his whole body was shocked, his expression on his face mixed with unspeakable emotions such as excitement, ecstasy, disbelief, etc., and his throat clattered and made no sound.

Deep in the dragon's cave, it was dark and gloomy. The secret picture of the blood mastiff that was combined into one was quietly covered by a raised object. The glimmer of light of the bright and destructive fluorescent light occasionally reflected, not attracting attention.

However, at this moment, the Blood Mastiff Secret Picture was divided into two by the True Yuan Blade, and the light suddenly shone brightly, and everyone's eyes were attracted by this light.

Because the light is too strong, it makes people unable to see the specific things clearly, but the outline is still vaguely visible.

A mirror-shaped thing the size of a bronze mirror shines brightly, both real and illusory, and a dragon-shaped light and shadow and a colorful phoenix-flowing flame are hidden, hovering around the mirror, beautiful and mysterious.

However, this is not the most attractive thing. What really shocked the four people present was that the four cultivators felt an absolute pressure in front of this mysterious mirror, and the power of the true energy was faintly out of control...

"Magic weapon... no! No! This is, this is, this is..." Gong Aobai had long disappeared from his handsome and handsome appearance at this moment. His Adam's apple rolled up and down, and his originally clear and pleasant voice became extremely dry and unpleasant, like a pot of sand slashing an iron pot, spitting out one word at a time.
Chapter completed!