The Beauty Python also possessed a thousand years of Dao Practice. She spat out her inner core, a fiery pearl as large as the mouth of a bowl, brimming with tremendous firepower.
Long Hua held it off with a flying sword and could have matched it, but the Beauty Python's inner core was wrapped in a great mass of lethally poisonous mist.
As the Beauty Python continued to breathe out elixir qi, the red poisonous mist grew larger and larger, surging toward Longhua like a tide.
Long Hua hastily formed a hand seal to command the wind and dispel the mist. A fierce gale rose from the ground; he had intended to blow the poisonous mist away, but it was thick and clinging. Wrapped around the inner core, it was only briefly checked and did not disperse.
Long Hua roared, "Die, you Monster!" His hands formed a seal and released light.
The monk's staff he had planted in the ground nearby flew up of its own accord with a metallic clatter. The nine rings at its head shook violently, releasing Buddha light as it hurtled toward the Beauty Python's head.
The Monk's Staff had yet to strike, but the sound of its nine rings already made the Beauty Python's head feel as though it would split apart.
She clutched her head with both hands and howled in agony, desperately drawing back her inner core to block the Monk's Staff. She held it up, only for Longhua's flying sword to slash toward her waist!
Shi Feiyang saw that this fellow did have a few tricks up his sleeve. The Nine-Ring Monk's Staff was a formidable magic treasure.
He stood up and reached upward, making a grasping motion through the air. The Monk's Staff flew straight into his hand. He turned it