Chapter 171 [Refining Needle]

Seeing the giant phoenix bird transformed from the center of [Xianluya], Liu Zhuo's eyes lit up. The momentum emitted by the spirit of this weapon was somewhat similar to that of Zhu Huang's transformation.

"Go!" Miao Chen shouted sweetly, and Qianqian's fingers flicked, and the phoenix bird that was on the body melted all the spikes shot out of the blue sky vine and rushed towards Liu Zhuo.

Faced with this move, Liu Zhuo calmly picked up a spell, and the black flying needle in front of him suddenly burst out, his body flashed, and his speed was astonishingly fast. In the blink of an eye, it had already pierced into the phoenix giant bird's mind.

call out!

The phoenix bird roared in anger. Although it was shot by a flying needle, it was a phantom spirit after all, and it did not prevent him from continuing to attack Liu Zhuo.

brush!

The firelight in the sky rushed into Liu Zhuo. When the phoenix bird rushed to the ground ten feet in front of him, he smiled playfully, gently raised a finger, and a little bit in the air, a black splash flashed at his fingertips.

Bang!

An unparalleled violent bang force erupted from the phoenix bird's body, and the huge bird's body suddenly split into pieces and turned into flames all over the sky.

Stagger!

In front of him, the black flying needle was floating, but at this moment, countless sharp thorns of one foot long extended out of the front end of the flying needle. These sharp thorns were also pitch black and black, with a scattered metallic luster on the surface. From a distance, Liu Zhuo's flying needle artifact was like a blooming lotus.

A flying needle that looks like a small one is deliberately hidden in it. Every petal of the lotus is composed of needle tips made of countless five spirit stones.

In the world of immortal cultivation, flying needles are not widely used. Although the speed of flying needles is extremely fast, in most cases, flying needles of the same level are 30 to 40% faster than flying swords, but their lethality is half worse than flying swords, so they are naturally abandoned by most immortal cultivators.

The flying needle that Liu Zhuo asked Monk Qianye to sacrifice was a hidden killing move. Whenever he was shot by the flying needle, under Liu Zhuo's control, the black lotus inside the minute needle suddenly opened and might be hard to save it. Moreover, the flying needle was still made of five spirit stones, which could ignore all the five elements shields.

Seeing that his strongest killer move was easily broken by Liu Zhuo, the little nun Miaochen said in surprise: "What, what's going on? It's the same earth-level magic weapon, why do you break my weapon spirit in an instant?"

"Of course, there are advantages and disadvantages of the same level of magic weapons. Junior Sister Miaochen, do you still have to continue this battle?" Liu Zhuo raised his sword eyebrows and said with a smile.

After all, it was just a battle between his fellow disciples, so he naturally would not fight to the death. If it were a life-and-death struggle, he would have thrown out a fixed pill and easily resolved the battle.

"Hmph, you're too happy too early, right?" Miao Chen said angrily, raising his hand to continue to increase the [Xianlushiya], and the overwhelming fire wall pressed towards Liu Zhuo.

Liu Zhuo's eyes flashed with a flash of light, and he heard a "staggering" sound!

The "black lotus" slowly rotating in the air suddenly closed and returned to the inconspicuous black flying needle.

The next moment, the black needle disappeared again.

puff!

A slight hole was broken in the center of the red and white fire wall.

"Ahhhhh--!" Miaochen screamed in surprise. Her eyes were shaking up and down. She looked at the needle tip that was about half an inch before her eyelashes. The needle tip that was pitch black and shiny with a unique metallic luster.

The two layers of [middle-level five-element shield] supported by Miaochen had almost no effect. The black flying needle came to her without any obstacle. If Liu Zhuo had stopped him in advance, he would definitely leave a blood hole on her pretty little face.

The flying needle slowly retreated three feet, and with a "staggering" sound, the "black lotus" composed of the needle tip bloomed again and began to slowly rotate out of thin air.

Miaochen's delicate body trembled, and she was so scared that her face was fading. At this moment, a terrifying picture appeared in her mind:

The black flying needle easily penetrated her forehead, leaving a slight blood hole in front of her forehead. Then, the strange "black lotus" suddenly exploded in the center of her head. What kind of terrible and bloody scene would it be?

"Okay, Miaochen, you retreat, the winner is decided." The monk Zhenguan who stopped in the air out of thin air shouted.

"Uncle Zhenguan--!" Miaochen stomped his feet and said furiously. Liu Zhuo defeated her with just one move, but she was a little dissatisfied.

"Amitabha, there is no need to explain. This Master Liu's cultivation and magic weapon are far above you. The outcome has been decided long ago." Monk Zhenguan shook his head and said.

"If you lose, you lose. What's the point?" Miaochen muttered angrily, and glared at Liu Zhuo with his big eyes: "What's your scary magic weapon?"

Liu Zhuo had already gathered all the magic weapons, smiled faintly, and said, "I call him [Lotus Needle]."

"You are so powerful, just wait ten years later and I will compete with you. Then I will definitely beat you." Miao Chen frowned and said angrily, then jumped down and returned to the crowd of Kuchan Temple.

"In this game, Liu Zhuo won, and the next disciple of the Zen Temple on both sides came on the striking stage." The monk Zhenguan shook his head and said.

When Liu Zhuo heard this, he also jumped down his toes and landed lightly. His eyes accidentally swept across, but found Nian Ci's eyes flashing in the crowd, and a smile of praise was on his rosy lips.

"Uncle Nianci is very strange. I only met her once, so why does it seem like I have known me for many years?" Liu Zhuo was surprised in his heart, and he also touched the corners of his mouth, and replied with a faint smile.

The two of them met with each other, and the light in their eyes flowed. When this inadvertent look at each other, Liu Zhuo saw a kind of shyness of a girl in those beautiful eyes.

Nianci took the opportunity of talking to Miaochen and left Liu Zhuo with a graceful figure and dark hair like a waterfall.

"Senior Brother Liu, you are so awesome. You can lose your temper with one move." Wu Muyu rushed over and said with a smile.

Liu Zhuo also came to his senses, smiled and touched Wu Muyu's bald head, and said, "It's just luck."

After talking, Liu Zhuo returned to the camp of the Damo Academy. He was praised by Monk Wukong for a few words. Then Nan Guotian competed in the competition. The one who competed against him was also a female disciple from Kuchan Temple, but he had only the middle stage of foundation building cultivation.

After a fierce battle, the magic weapons in the two of them were almost the same, but Nan Guotian was one level higher than the female disciple, so he won with great ease.

The DAMO Academy won both games. As for the third party in the Zen Academy on both sides, it was a Buddhist competition. Regardless of winning or losing, it was also the DAMO Academy won in three games.

In the third Buddhist competition, the young monk with a gentle face was played by the female disciple of Kuchan Temple. He talked about the past and present with the female disciple of Kuchan Temple. This disciple of Wumuyu was called Li Zhan. Although his cultivation was mediocre, he had amazing talent in his interpretation and understanding of Buddhism. After some discussion, he made the female disciple of Kuchan Temple speechless. This game naturally led to the female disciple of Kuchan Temple winning again.

"Hmph, you can only bully women." Miaochen pinched his waist and spoke sourly.

"Miaochen, don't be rude." Nian Ci scolded and said with a faint smile: "Senior Brother Wukong, we lost this game. I hope that the senior brother's DAMO Academy can gain a good reputation this time."

Monk Wukong said without shame: "Of course, of course."

In fact, this time was the first win that the DAMO Academy won at the Battle of Buddha in more than two hundred years. If it weren't for Liu Zhuo and Li Zhan's appearance, they would probably have lost the first game again.

Of course, the competition between the Zen temples is just a secret competition between these abbots. In fact, the "Fighting Buddha Club" examines the personal strength of young disciples in the temple. Even if a certain Zen temple wins the final victory, there will be no special reward. At most, it will only make the abbot in the Zen temple happy for a few days.

After waiting for a while, Liu Zhuo welcomed his next opponent, a monk from the late stage of foundation building from "Nanwuyuan".

Although the other party's cultivation level was higher than that of him, Liu Zhuo didn't care at all. Double Ten Heshi bowed slightly and said, "My name is Liu Zhuo, who is a new disciple. What is the magic name of my senior brother?"

The monk in Namoyuan was a middle-aged monk in his thirties. He was wearing a green monk's robe and was extremely burly. When he saw Liu Zhuo's mid-stage cultivation in the foundation building, he subconsciously had the idea of ​​contempt, and just said coldly: "My Dharma name is "Xuanji", let's start the competition."

"Okay." Liu Zhuo nodded slightly, and did not hold up the shield. He just raised his wrist and a dark rainbow suddenly shot out.

At the same time, he formed seals with his hands, and a afterimage was brought out from his fingertips.

Huh!

The black long rainbow was astonishingly fast and disappeared in front of him. The next moment, it had penetrated Xuanji's shield, and was only one finger away from Xuanji's bright forehead.

Stagger!

[Lotus Needle] slowly retreated a few feet and a "black lotus" bloomed. A series of tiny and violent airflows were lingering around this "black lotus".

"This, this..." Monk Xuanji said in shock, showing an incredible look. He lost this time, which was too frustrating, but he had to admit that if it weren't for Liu Zhuo's mercy, he would have been killed dozens of times just now.

"I lost." Xuan Ji sighed angrily, looking disappointed.

Liu Zhuo smiled faintly, put his hands together and said, "I'm giving in."

Monk Zhenguan maintained his usual tone: "In this game, Liu Zhuo of the Damo Academy won."

This time, Liu Zhuo Shiran walked down the ring, looked around, and saw fierce fighting on the thirty-six are still experiencing a fierce battle on the thirty-six arenas, and the sound of the collision between the arrays and spells is endless.

The battle between the masters of the Foundation Establishment Stage, the waves of air caused by the impact and the damage caused were already amazing. If it weren't for the abbots of the Dan-Kingling Stage, the entire Jade Buddha Altar would have been blown up in just a few hours.

(Well, everything has been going well so far. Judging from the current situation, there seems to be no extremely powerful foundation-building masters in this Battle Buddha Conference. The top three should not be a problem.)

Liu Zhuo thought to himself that because of the words of Lan Menglong yesterday, he could not completely relieve himself.

At this time, Nan Guotian had already entered the competition, and his opponent was also in the foundation-building stage. He was a young monk with thin body and dark skin.

What's strange is that the monk was carrying a big yellow gourd that was tall one person. His cold face was firm and his hands were folded. He bowed slightly and said, "The little monk's Dharma name is "Wanhu". I have seen this senior brother."

Nan Guotian still has the same style, with three words popping up: "Nan Guotian."

Monk Wanhu nodded slightly. Although he was thin, his muscles were very solid. He had muscles all over his body, and there seemed to be an explosive force hidden all over his body. He did not mean to relieve the gourd behind him, but said coldly: "Let's start."

Both of them seemed to be taciturn people, without any delay, and they quickly clamped the magic tricks with their own eyes.

Under the arena, Lan Menglong said strangely: "What a big gourd. If it grows naturally, it is impossible for such a big gourd to bear in this world, right?"

Wu Muyu also said in confusion: "Senior Brother Liu, can't that immortal cultivator who knows magic use his divine thoughts to control magic weapons? Why doesn't he put it in the storage bag?"

Liu Zhuo shook his head: "How could I know? Judging from the appearance, there may be great magical powers in this gourd."

While talking, the competition on the ring had begun.

This monk Wanhu is like Nan Guotian, and he is also in the late stage of foundation building. This battle mainly depends on the speed of the two sides casting magic tricks and the advantages and disadvantages of magic weapons.

After Nan Guotian held up the shield, he released his golden bowl magic weapon. He was about to activate his spiritual sense to launch an attempt to attack, but he heard a sound.

Monk Wanhu quickly formed a magic seal, and bang!

A series of purple thunders as thick as a bowl fell from the nine heavens, huh—

Wanhu's body was blurred and suddenly disappeared.

Slap sex!

The footsteps of the raindrops sounded.

Nan Guo Tiangan's thin face showed a suspicious look. He saw the thunders falling around him making loud noises. The trance purple lightning made the ring look particularly dazzling. However, he released all his spiritual sense and carefully investigated, but he could not see the monk Wanhu.

"Erosion? Thunder Escape Technique?" Monk Wukong muttered in surprise.

Liu Zhuo was curious when he heard this. He was about to open his mouth to ask, but he heard a louder roar from the nine heavens.

With a bang, nineteen purple thunders fell to the ground at the same time, as if the heavy rain was venting on the ring, causing violent airflow and surging momentum.
To be continued...