Spiritual Energy: I Just Want To Farm Peacefully Chapter 180

The tortoise-like beast wanted to escape, but it was not good at speed and could not escape the control of the two foundation-building monks.

The multicolored ribbon in the air became the same size as its body, and it was tightly bound. At the same time, the trapped formation also appeared on the bottom of his feet, making it feel the ubiquitous sense of restraint in the air.

"Roar!"

The fierce turtle-like beast's eyes widened and struggled constantly. The huge body combined with the extraordinary power that suddenly erupted, almost tearing the bound formation and ribbon.

Even if it's not completely torn, it doesn't look like it was before, and it doesn't seem to last long.

"Yang Qiu, hurry up, we won't be able to hold on for long." The two foundation-building stage faces were solemn, and they controlled the formation and the ribbon with force, but they were still shaky.

"Death!"

When the two of them shot, Su Yangqiu had already quickly activated the magic pen, and the second-order cultivator had urged the third-order magic weapon, which was relatively difficult. After the two had controlled the tortoise-like beast, he was worthy of the third-order magic weapon. Get excited.

But it's not too late!

Su Yangqiu's face was ferocious, and the control brush moved forward rapidly. The tip of the pen made of some animal, under the urging of Lingyuan, was unstoppable, as if it could penetrate everything.

Even though the tortoise-like beast was struggling, the main attention was still on Su Yangqiu's side, and the threat posed by the magic brush was too great.

It saw the magic pen approaching, panicked and shouted, trying to escape backwards, but its body was tightly bound and could not escape at all.

Not long after its recovery, it ushered in its own life-and-death crisis.

The fierce tortoise-like beast's eyes flashed fiercely, and no longer tried to break free, the blue waves in the mouth converged and condensed into an extremely cold water bomb.

As the original third-order beast, in addition to the third-order physique, it naturally has other means of pressing the bottom of the box.

The magic pen got closer and closer, and the tortoise beast opened its mouth and spit it out, which was compressed into a blue-purple water bomb, mixed with a strong chill, and sprayed out of its mouth, hitting the magic pen directly.

The magic brush, which was already in a state of excitation, was wrapped by such energy, and frost instantly appeared on the surface, and the spiritual energy inside was also rapidly consumed, and the power of the body continued to decline until it was completely wiped out into the appearance of an ordinary brush.

"not good!"

Su Yangqiu's face was startled, only the energy of the third-order can wipe out the third-order magic brush, this turtle that has fallen to the second-order can still make a third-order attack!

However, he did not panic too much. Although this water bomb wiped out the power of the third-order magic brush this time, the magic brush was still in good condition.

This magical weapon that has been tortured by time, even if its power is low, its quality is not bad, and it is difficult to destroy it with ordinary attacks.

Seeing that the magic pen did not freeze and shatter as it imagined, a trace of panic appeared in the eyes of the tortoise beast.

It struggled vigorously and wanted to escape immediately. At present, it can only issue this attack once. If it is urged again, it will really be gone.

The two foundation-building cultivators who trapped it gritted their teeth and wanted to urge Su Yangqiu to think of a way, but they were too busy to speak.

While trapping the tortoise-like beast, they are also constantly strengthening the means. The time the tortoise-like beast wasted when facing the magic brush just now has made them throw no less than ten kinds of trapped enemies on the beast. means.

But in the face of absolute strength, no amount of means would have achieved little. The beasts of the turtle type struggled desperately, and in just three breaths, they cracked most of the means they had spent so much time arranging.

Su Yangqiu knew that it was not easy for the two of them, and quickly took back the magic brush that still had a thick frost.

"What a powerful chill!"

Su Yangqiu felt the cold air radiating from the magic brush, and couldn't help smacking his tongue. If this water bomb was not directed towards the magic brush, but was directed towards one of the three of them, there was no special means of saving his life. Absolutely no escape.

He didn't even dare to touch the magic brush with his hands, for fear that his fingers would be frozen directly. Even if his divine sense controlled the object, he also felt that his external divine sense was stiff.

Ling Yuan poured into the magic pen from the air, and at the same time, he patted the bag at his waist, took out several kinds of medicinal herbs, and poured it into his mouth without looking at it.

In order to get rid of such a powerful chill, there is definitely a lot of spiritual energy that needs to be consumed, and Su Yangqiu is very prescient.

Under the continuous infusion of spiritual essence, the magic brush gradually began to get rid of the control of the frost, and regained a little power.

On the other side, the tortoise-like beast broke free after struggling for two breaths again. Once it was freed, it ignored the two little bugs around it, but landed on all fours and quickly approached Su Yangqiu.

The speed of the turtle-like beast is not fast, but its size is huge, and this distance is only a few steps away from it.

"Roar!" (die!)

The face of the tortoise-like beast was full of ferocious colors, and the thick tortoise paws swept across the air, accompanied by a violent whistling sound and a violent gas flow that affected the entire alien dimension.

"Damn it is you!" Su Yangqiu didn't move, because he knew it was useless to move, and there was nowhere to escape at such a distance.

With a pale face, he sacrificed the third-order magic brush that had been restored to its original state.

The eyes of the tortoise-like beast still had a strong inconceivable color, but soon, it lost consciousness.

But even if he lost consciousness, his body instinct was still there, and the thick turtle palm approached Su Yangqiu with overwhelming might.

After Su Yangqiu took out the magic brush, he turned into a sword light, merged with the flying sword of his life, and quickly escaped to one side.

But the huge tortoise palm still hit the end of the sword light, mixed with the hatred palm of the turtle-like beast.

The sword light that Su Yangqiu incarnated into instantly shattered, and Feijian and Su Yangqiu were directly beaten to their original form, one person and one sword, flying backwards to the sky.

"problem occurs!"

The expressions of the other two monks at the foundation-building stage changed drastically, and they hurried forward with their swords to catch each one with one sword.

As soon as they received Feijian and Ren, the two cultivators in the Foundation Establishment period realized that something was wrong.

"The flying sword of life is not broken, but there is a huge crack!"

"Yang Qiu's lower body was smashed to pieces, and there was an extremely unpleasant chill on his body, but there was still a breath left."

The few Zongmen cultivators who joined the Super Control Bureau have a lot of contact on weekdays. Because they are in the same camp, they have an excellent relationship on weekdays.

Otherwise, Jiangbei Province needed help this time, and they would not have come to help so actively.

Besides, this time if Su Yangqiu hadn't stood in front of him and killed the tortoise beasts desperately, the two of them would undoubtedly have fallen here.

Now that Su Yangqiu was so seriously injured, of course they had to find a way to help.

The two of them ignored the corpses of the beasts on the ground and quickly left the entrance. At this time, saving people was the most important thing, and no one in the entire Super Control Bureau dared to embezzle the corpses hunted by the monks at the Foundation Establishment Period.

Chapter end

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