RPAGF Chapter 434: Magical weapons appear frequently and the lion’s roar shakes the sky!
Chapter 434: Magical weapons appear frequently and the lion’s roar shakes the sky!
Chapter 434 Magical weapons appear frequently and the lion’s roar shakes the sky!
Before he finished speaking, the aura on Ma Xianhong's body suddenly changed.
The originally sluggish aura suddenly surged.
A suffocating sense of oppression spread from him.
The air around seemed to be frozen.
The sand and rocks are flying, and the wind is howling.
In the valley, the lush trees trembled under this strong sense of oppression.
The branches and leaves swayed, making a rustling sound.
"This is……"
Zhang Chulan's expression suddenly became extremely ugly.
He could feel that Ma Xianhong's aura was several times stronger than before.
This breath...
Even the golden light spell in his body began to tremble.
"careful!"
Zhang Chulan shouted in a low voice, reminding Feng Baobao beside him.
Feng Baobao didn't say anything, but just nodded silently, holding the dagger in his hand tighter.
A solemn look also appeared on Xiao Zizai's face.
He narrowed his eyes and stared at Ma Xianhong closely.
"Village Chief Ma, are you... going to get serious?"
The clarinet in Clarinet's arm made a low humming sound. He narrowed one eye and aimed at Ma Xianhong.
A worried look appeared on Lao Meng's face.
He pushed up his glasses and said softly:
"Village Chief, you..."
Wang Zhenqiu still had a cynical smile on his face.
But his eyes became serious.
"Oh? Village Chief Ma, are you finally going to show your true abilities?"
He looked at Ma Xianhong with interest, as if he was full of anticipation for what would happen next.
"Really capable?"
Ma Xianhong sneered, his eyes full of contempt.
"You... have no idea how terrifying my true power is!"
He slowly raised his hands, palms facing up.
"Today, I will let you ignorant ants see..."
"The true meaning of the Divine Machine Hundred Refinements!"
Ma Xianhong's voice echoed in the valley, and every word he said was filled with a strong sense of confidence.
"Om-"
A strange buzzing sound suddenly rang out.
A faint light began to emanate from Ma Xianhong's body.
The light was initially just a faint white light.
But soon, it turned into a dazzling gold.
"This is……"
Zhang Chulan's pupils suddenly contracted.
He could feel that a powerful force was brewing in Ma Xianhong's body.
This power...
It was even more powerful than any superpower he had ever seen before!
"not good!"
Zhang Chulan felt a strong sense of alarm in his heart.
He knew that Ma Xianhong was going to use his ultimate move!
"retreat!"
Zhang Chulan shouted loudly and retreated violently.
Feng Baobao followed closely behind.
Xiao Zizai, Hei Guaner, Lao Meng, Wang Zhenqiu, four temporary workers, also retreated one after another.
They could all feel how terrifying the power emanating from Ma Xianhong was.
"Retreat? Can you retreat?"
Ma Xianhong sneered, his eyes full of mockery.
"Om-"
Ma Xianhong raised his hands, and dazzling golden light gushed out from his palms, quickly condensing into a golden bell.
Runes flow on the surface of the bell, emitting a strange fluctuation that makes people uneasy.
"Shaking Soul Bell!"
Ma Xianhong shouted softly and shook his wrist slightly.
"Jingle Bell--"
The clear ringing of bells echoed in the valley.
That voice, as if carrying some kind of magic, penetrated everyone's eardrums and struck deep into their souls.
Zhang Chulan only felt a buzzing in his head, and a severe feeling of dizziness came over him. His vision went dark and his body was shaking.
"No! This is an attack on the soul!"
He bit the tip of his tongue, suppressing the discomfort. The intense pain made him a little more awake.
"Everyone be careful! Stay calm!"
Zhang Chulan reminded loudly, and at the same time quickly formed seals with his hands, trying to use the Golden Light Spell to protect his soul.
Xiao Zizai, Hei Guaner and Lao Meng all felt dizzy and dazed.
They quickly covered their ears and circulated the Qi in their bodies to resist the attack of the Soul-Shaking Bell.
Wang Zhenqiu's reaction was somewhat unexpected.
He just frowned slightly, with a playful smile on his face.
"Oh? Is this the Soul-Shaking Bell? Interesting."
Wang Zhenqiu was muttering to himself.
Then, he used Qi to conjure up a handful of millet in his hand and threw it towards Ma Xianhong.
"A thousand pounds of corn is guaranteed!"
The golden millet drew an arc in the air and fell at Ma Xianhong's feet.
"Om-"
The sound of the soul-shaking bell suddenly stopped.
Ma Xianhong's expression changed slightly.
He felt that the connection between him and the Soul-Shaking Bell seemed to be blocked by some force.
"Is this...a trick?"
A hint of surprise flashed across Ma Xianhong's eyes.
He didn't expect that Wang Zhenqiu would use such a little trick to restrain his Soul-Shaking Bell.
"Hehe, Village Chief Ma, it seems that your baby is not invincible."
Wang Zhenqiu smiled proudly.
"Humph, what a small trick!"
Ma Xianhong snorted coldly and shook his wrist again.
"Jingle Bell--"
The soul-shaking bell rang again.
But this time, the power of the ringing sound was obviously much weaker.
"It's useless, Village Chief Ma."
Wang Zhenqiu shook his head.
"In front of my Millet Thousand Jin Ding, your Soul-Shaking Bell cannot exert its due power."
"hateful!"
Ma Xianhong cursed inwardly.
He didn't expect that his Soul-Shaking Bell would be restrained by Wang Zhenqiu's magic trick.
"In that case..."
A hint of ruthlessness flashed in Ma Xianhong's eyes.
"Then let me show you my other magical weapons!"
He waved his hands, and a huge dancing lion head appeared in front of him.
The dancing lion's head was golden all over, with eyes wide open and fangs exposed, looking lifelike.
"Koraakuro!"
Ma Xianhong growled.
"Roar--"
The lion head suddenly opened its mouth and let out a deafening roar.
An invisible shock wave gushed out from the mouth of the dancing lion head and swept towards Feng Baobao.
"careful!"
Zhang Chulan shouted and quickly dodged.
Feng Baobao's reaction was a beat slow.
She was hit by the shock wave, her body flew backwards and fell heavily to the ground.
"Sister Bao'er!"
Zhang Chulan exclaimed and ran over to check on Feng Baobao's condition.
"Cough cough..."
Baobao Feng coughed a few times and slowly got up from the ground.
Her left arm hung limply at her side, trembling slightly.
"Sister Baoer, are you okay?"
Zhang Chulan asked with a worried look on his face.
"fine……"
Feng Baobao shook her head, her voice a little weak.
"It's just... my arm seems to be broken..."
"what?!"
Zhang Chulan's expression suddenly became extremely ugly.
He didn't expect that the power of this empty cry would be so strong.
Just one blow fractured Feng Baobao's left arm!
"Ma Xianhong!"
Zhang Chulan roared, his eyes red, staring at Ma Xianhong.
"How dare you hurt Sister Baoer!"
"I want you to pay the price!"