Then, a low and deep chant slowly came out of Calan's apricot mouth.
Countless golden Sanskrit surged out of the bead, and it formed a golden array in the blink of an eye, trapping Wei Zhong in it.
In the bursts of "buzzing" Sanskrit, Wei Zhong felt that his head was heavy. The pale yellow rune on his forehead suddenly trembled slightly, and it burst open with a "pa" sound.
"Ah!"
Wei Zhong's sea of consciousness suddenly sank, and the illusion that he desperately suppressed suddenly burst out. His whole person seemed to fall into a nightmare in an instant. His vision was full of the illusion of Calan. Their expressions were different. Some bowed their heads in contemplation; some frowned angrily; some just smiled.
Every illusion was so tempting that people couldn't help but feel pity for her. The flag in Wei Zhong's hand fell to the ground. His eyes gradually became dull. His face was twisted in pain because of the struggle. He almost cried or laughed with these illusions.
The purple light in Calan's eyes condensed. Her white jade fingers changed like a wheel, increasing the power of the succubus technique, making Wei Zhong's face struggle a little more.
"You … woman, don't … get carried away … ah!"
Wei Zhong's face was distorted and almost deformed. After letting out a beast-like low howl, he suddenly raised his head. His eyes were already blood red, and his face was extremely hideous.
He bit the tip of his tongue and spat out a mouthful of blood essence. A trace of clarity finally flashed in his eyes. He took this opportunity to make a gesture quickly. His whole body was suffused with a crimson red light. As it spun wildly, it slowly formed a crimson vortex, attracting the hot breath in the Valley of Fire as if it was summoned. It gathered on his body, causing the air temperature to increase suddenly.
After a few seconds, the crimson vortex around Wei Zhong swelled several times. As it expanded and contracted, it burst open instantly. It turned into two fire spirits of ten meters in size, floating in the air beside him.
The fire spirit looked like a human from a distance. Its whole body was composed of raging flames, only revealing a hideous face that was as black as charcoal. As its sharp claws scratched in the air, it stirred up a burst of sparks. Its momentum was much stronger than the fire phoenix just now.
Even the surrounding onlookers felt a wave of scorching heat assaulting their faces, and at the same time, they all retreated a little.
Seeing this, Feng Zhan on the side was delighted.
Others might not know, but he knew in his heart that Wei Zhong was performing the unique secret method of the Five Spirits Sect, the Spirit Gathering Method.
As soon as the two fire spirits appeared, they constantly waved their sharp claws to attack the golden array. The black and red flames constantly intertwined and collided with the golden light curtain, causing a burst of golden light to tremble.
On the other hand, Wei Zhong, who was in the middle, had a grave expression on his face as he channeled his hand seals. He was determined to break the formation before he lost consciousness.
Seeing this, the purple light in Calan's eyes did not diminish. The Sanskrit on her fingertips continuously blasted out, constantly entering the golden array.
Wei Zhong channeled the fire spirits to attack the array while enduring the erosion of succubus technique. Most of his spiritual power was used to resist the illusion in the sea of consciousness. Knowing that he couldn't hold it for too long, he suddenly gritted his teeth and changed his gesture. With a low roar, the two fire spirits turned around and charged at him.
Under the collision of black and red flames, Wei Zhong's body suddenly burned with a "boom", but the flame turned from red to black in just a few seconds, turning into a raging black flame. Wei Zhong's figure gradually became blurred and enlarged in the fire. At the next moment, a huge fire spirit of several ten meters tall appeared in the array, but its face was replaced with Wei Zhong's appearance.
"What mystic art is this?"
Xin Yuan whispered with a look of horror on his face.
In this form, Wei Zhong's aura was more than half stronger than before. He was infinitely close to the existence of the Crystallization Period.
Liu Ming's eyes flickered, and he also sighed in his heart.
The cultivation world of the Middle Sky Continent was really unfathomable. Sure enough, both the mystic arts and mystic arts were far beyond imagination. Even he couldn't help but have a trace of yearning.
At this time, the black fire spirit had already swept up the black flames in the sky. It turned into a black shadow and rushed toward the corner of the array.
"Boom!" An earth-shattering rumbling sound came out.
Countless black sparks mixed with golden light splashed in all directions!
Under the punch of the black demon spirit, the golden light rippled and trembled violently. Although this array blocked Wei Zhong's dying blow, it was not as calm as before.
Seeing this, the fire spirit transformed by Wei Zhong roared, and the giant arm entangled in black flames blasted at the golden light curtain again.
When Jia Lan saw it, a look of surprise flashed across her eyes. She shook her wrist and suddenly took out a small wooden fish. She then made a gesture, and the wooden fish emitted a long and clear "weng" sound.
The sound was like the sound of an empty valley, causing the black demon spirit's mind to shake. The giant arm that was raised in his hand slowed down.
A few clear sounds of the wooden fish came out, and the Sanskrit in the golden array also suddenly became urgent. Although the black fire spirit raised its arm a few times to try to resist, the discerning people had already seen that the flames on its body seemed to gradually dim, and the roar in its mouth was gradually covered by the bursts of Sanskrit in the array.
After a while, Wei Zhong finally couldn't maintain the demon spirit form. The black flames around him dissipated, and his figure returned to its original appearance. He fell to the ground and fell into a deep sleep.
This battle was shockingly won by Jia Lan.
"The second match, Master Sky Bird won." Seeing that Calan won, the nun in green robe suddenly announced with joy.
Feng Zhan's face at this time was really as ugly as it could be. In order to win Wei Zhong to participate in this gambling fight, he paid a great price in private. The location of this gambling fight, the Fiery Mountain, was also chosen to match Wei Zhong's technique and spiritual weapon. He didn't expect this man to be defeated in the first round.
What made Feng Zhan even more depressed was that the Buddha bead spiritual weapon and the wooden fish used by this woman were Buddhist items at a glance, and the grade was no less than the superb spiritual weapon in Wei Zhong's hand. The mystic arts she used were also obviously Buddhist mystic arts. These were definitely related to Qingshui Nunnery.
But Wei Zhong himself was also a disciple of the Five Spirits Sect, which made him really bitter.
After watching the battle between Calan and Wei Zhong, the beautiful woman surnamed Xiao couldn't laugh anymore, and the taoist surnamed Shi on the side also looked a little gloomy.
The two of them knew that this Calan must have a lot to do with Qingshui Nunnery, but it was not good to offend Qingshui Nunnery. Secondly, they couldn't get any evidence on the surface, so the anger in their hearts could be imagined.
After witnessing the second match, the scarred young man of the Golden Jade League also showed a dignified expression for the first time.
It was no wonder! Calan's incubus technique could directly affect the opponent's spirit. No matter how powerful the Physique Cultivator was or a superb spiritual weapon like Wei Zhong, once he was hit by this technique, he could only surrender obediently.
Feng Zhan sent two disciples to carry the unconscious Wei Zhong back with a black face. Seeing that his painful expression had disappeared, but white foam slowly flowed out of the corner of his mouth, Feng Zhan immediately snorted secretly, but he still took out a blue pill for him to consume. He then told Cai Cai who looked reluctant to take care of him carefully.
After cleaning up the scene a little, the nun immediately announced the start of the third match.
This third match was between Liu Ming of the Changfeng Association and Zhu Hao of the Sky Bird Sect.
Zhu Hao was the skinny Sky Bird Sect man who stared at Liu Ming during the draw.
"Liu, I will leave this match to you. I, Feng Zhan, am a person who keeps his word. I will fulfill my promise!" Feng Zhan turned to Liu Ming and said word by word.
With Wei Zhong's defeat, he could only pin his hopes on Liu Ming and Xin Yuan.
When Liu Ming heard the words, he nodded to Feng Zhan, then he flashed into the array.
"Kid, you, a cultivator of the Condensation Period intermediate stage, also dare to come to this arena. If you want to die, get down quickly. I won't be merciful." The tall and thin man looked up and down at Liu Ming, then he sneered.
No wonder!
Whether it was his appearance, figure, or aura, Liu Ming was really ordinary. Anyone who saw him at first glance would most likely regard him as a nameless ordinary cultivator.
Liu Ming looked at the person in front of him and just smiled without saying a word.
Seeing this, the tall and thin man's face turned cold, and he stopped talking. He waved his sleeves, and his hands were flashing in green light!
"Chi chi", there was a loud noise!
More than a dozen green wind blades blasted at Liu Ming.
"Wind blade technique perfect stage." Liu Ming was familiar with this move. He had practiced this technique to the perfect stage when he was in the Spirit Apostle Stage, so he was clear about its attack characteristics. After his figure became blurred, more than a dozen wind blades directly penetrated his body.
After another flash, Liu Ming appeared in the same place again.
Seeing that his opponent was able to dodge his wind blade so calmly, the tall and skinny man was slightly surprised. However, he immediately waved his sleeve and another seven or eight green wind blades were formed in front of him. Then, he flipped his hand and took out a green feather fan.
The feather fan was glowing in green light. As he waved, the green light emitted by the wind blades became more solid!
This feather fan totem had a certain buff effect on the Wind Blade Technique!
The tall and thin man leaped into the air, and the feather fan in his hand suddenly waved under a green light. A dazzling green light flashed, and it turned into more than a dozen identical phantoms. The green wind blades that moved with him in the air also instantly turned into hundreds of wind blades that were a foot long, and they flickered in the air.
For a moment, the air in front of Liu Ming was covered by more than a dozen phantoms of his opponent and the dense wind blades around them.
In the next moment, the phantoms of the tall and thin man all sneered at the same time. They waved the feather fan in their hands, and countless wind blades shot toward Liu Ming in the flashing green light.
If he was facing other spells, perhaps Liu Ming would be a little flustered, but the opponent insisted on using the Wind Blade Technique that he was very familiar with. This was exactly what he wanted.
Liu Ming smiled and released his powerful mental power. In an instant, he saw the seven or eight true wind blades and the opponent's real body in the sky full of green light.
A black light flashed in both of his hands, and he grabbed a Heavy Water Droplet in each of his hands. Then, his body twisted in an unbelievable way, and he easily dodged the seven or eight true wind blades. After another flash, he appeared in front of one of the phantoms of the tall and thin man like a ghost.
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