Natural Fairy Species Chapter 132

  Chapter 132 Wutu God Sand

  Boom!

  The majestic and powerful fist collided with the white inner alchemy, setting off a terrifying storm, the lake sank a foot, and rolled in all directions.

   The monks and monsters who were closer were turned on their backs one after another.

   "Happy!"

  The five-color light armor was blown to pieces, and the figure retreated tens of feet, stabilized its figure, and screamed to the sky.

   Someone actually used his physical body to challenge the third-tier flood dragon, but it was only slightly weaker.

  Realman Ge Cang showed his figure, with an abnormal blush on his face.

  Taking out a elixir and swallowing it, his complexion changed, and the five-color light armor re-condensed and emerged.

  The dragon roared and took the inner alchemy back.

  The two-legged beast opposite him was obviously not as good as himself, but he felt threatened.

  The dragon's head swayed, and the lake behind him surged wildly, forming a monstrous torrent.

   "Sure enough, it's a third-rank high-grade flood dragon...Junior Brother Ge, use the relic of the ancestor, don't let it have a chance to explode the demon core!"

  The breeze blew slightly, and a thin and thin old man flashed like a ghost, and thirty-six formation flags in his hand fell into the lake.

  Thirty-six beams of light soaring into the sky cut the water area layer by layer, forming a fragmented feeling.

  The monk who was caught in it was immediately moved out.

  The next moment, there were countless fierce sword lights stirring in the formation, rolling the monsters falling into powder into powder.

  Including three unlucky second-tier monsters, they also failed to survive for a while, with no bones left.

  As the only third-tier formation mage in Qingfeng Sect, Yang Zhenren put his mind on the formation method after the hopeless way.

  In recent years, he has even mastered the magical power of instant formation.

  Gengxin Golden Knife Array, this quasi-third-tier large array is his proud work.

  Based on this formation, killing the third-tier high-grade dragon is of course a delusion. It mainly serves to isolate the inside and outside, so as to prevent the aftermath of the battle from affecting the land reclamation army.

  At the same time, when the dragon wants to escape, it distorts the void and creates a barrier.

   Otherwise, if such a dragon escapes, even if it wins the Feiyue Lake reclamation war, it will be far from being a full effort.

   As for whether he can win, he has full confidence in his talented Junior Brother Ge who can be called the strongest after the founder of the Qingfeng Sect.

  Tian Linggen aptitude, the progress of practice is brave, almost never encountered any bottlenecks before forming alchemy.

  No matter what kind of exercises you practice, all the way is smooth, and you can even innovate on the basis of the predecessors.

  Even the puzzling metaphysics body training method of five-crystal glazed body has been cultivated to the third level early.

  Already on the way to the fourth level that only the founder of Kaipai can reach.

  My own fortune and opportunity are also great. Before forming the alchemy, I strayed into the ancient secret realm, and harvested the alchemy spirit and a set of third-order puppet inheritance.

  After forming the alchemy, he obtained the inheritance of Yuanyang Shenlei, and became the nemesis of magic that frightened the monks of the Ghost Spirit Sect.

  With such a junior, Yuan Ying is in sight, even though he has not much time left to live, Master Yang is not at all worried about the future of the Qingfeng Sect after his death.

"receive!"

   After arranging the formation, Master Yang sacrificed a golden bowl to absorb most of the monstrous torrent created by the dragon.

  Reverend Ge Cang took out a small purple leather gourd, and bowed respectfully.

  The purple-skinned gourd grows in the wind, spraying out a touch of divine sand, which is like stars dotted in the air, covering the dragon up, down, left, and right.

   Jiaolong twisted his body uneasily, and felt the palpitating power from a little bit of divine sand.

   Drilling into the water, wanting to use the advantage of the home field to change the direction.

  Jiaolong itself is a third-order monster of the water system. It has been in Feiyue Lake since its birth, and it knows the undercurrent water caves at the bottom of the lake like the palm of the hand.

  As long as you hide at the bottom of the lake, even three or five existences at the same level will not be able to take it down.

  Boom!

  The surface of the lake is like a cover, which bounces the dragon away.

  Renren Yang held a high-grade spirit stone in one hand, transforming the spirit power into real essence.

  The Gengxin Golden Knife Array was fully launched, and the thirty-six array flags shared the attack from the Jiaolong, imprisoning the entire water area.

  But the real energy needed every moment is too much for Yang Zhenren, the ancestor of the alchemy, and the real energy is frantically passing away in the sea of ​​​​qi.

   Only high-grade spirit stones can be used to extravagantly replenish true energy.

   Jiaolong was blocked by the formation, and Shensha had already caught up with it. After the first two bombs hit, it exploded directly.

  The powerful physical body of the third-tier demon king can only resist slightly in front of Shensha.

   directly pierced through the scales on Jiao's body, and penetrated into the body like a drill bit, blasting deep wounds with visible bones.

   There are a total of seventy-two grains of this kind of divine sand, all of which were refined by the founder of the Qingfengmen sect who collected the essence of Wutu from the depths of the earth veins.

  After refining, put it in the spiritual thing of purple leather gourd to keep warm day and night. Once it is sacrificed, it will break the sky.

   This strange treasure has been enshrined in the secret place with the purest aura of the Zongmen after the founder of the sect passed away.

   It has not been touched for thousands of years, and no one knows how powerful the seventy-two grains of Wutu Shensha have been warmed to.

  Each grain of Wutu divine sand, because it contains the essence of Wutu that has been refined to the extreme, can move the earth's veins in addition to its terrifying lethality.

  When one grain exploded, there was a circle of invisible force vibrating, causing the dragon to wail again and again. Several kinds of natal supernatural powers were pulled by a majestic gravity just as they were about to use them, making them unable to continue.

  After one round, Jiaolong already had five or six holes in his body, and one of his lantern-sized vertical pupils was blind.

  The pained Jiaolong rolled wildly on the ground, blood staining the surface of the lake.

   "Senior brother Yang, why don't you let me take the life of this evil animal with the lightning net?"

  Realman Ge Cang waved his hands, and the divine thunders were hidden in the surroundings, and they were not released. It was his proud supernatural power, Yuanyang Shenlei.

   Don't look at the thunder light at this time is calm, as long as the mind moves, it will become the most violent thunder.

  The thunder arcs are scattered and connected into one piece, and the killing range and power of each divine thunder increase exponentially.

  According to the letter of the patriarch of Kaipai, the **** sand of Wutu carries the essence of the earth, it is powerful and heavy, and it is invincible.

  And the gravity of the earth veins has the magical effect of interrupting the casting of spells, and it has obvious restraint on the supernatural powers of self-destruction and disintegration.

  At the beginning, a demon cultivator in the late stage of alchemy was defeated by the founder of the Qingfeng Gate Opening School, and when he had nowhere to go, he tried to explode his golden core and go to the underworld together.

   It was Wutu Shensha who interrupted the process of self-destruction, and died of hatred.

  Realman Ge Cang has enough confidence in his own strength, but the third-rank top-grade monster self-destructs the inner alchemy, and I am afraid that no one below Yuanying Zhenjun can escape from it.

  Now the magic of Wutu Shensha has far exceeded the expectations of the two real people, which made the real Ge Cang start to feel sad.

  Seventy-two grains of Wutu **** sand, one grain less and one grain less, neither of the two ancestors of jiedan has the ability to re-refining.

   "No, the Wutu Shensha is just an external possession. It is not worthwhile to save a few grains so that Jiaolong can find a chance to explode himself."

  Renren Yang's cultivation is not as good as that of Ge Cang, but his age is there.

  When Master Ge Cang first became a disciple of the Qingfeng Sect, Patriarch Yang was already the leader of the sect.

   He respects this senior brother very much, and it can be said that he obeys his words.

  Hearing this, Master Ge Cang nodded slightly, pointed at the purple gold gourd, and two more grains of Wutu **** sand exploded.

  At the same time, all the thunders of the Yuanyang God blasted out in the void, the infinite electric light rushed, and the plasma burst out, as if a catastrophe had come to the world.

  The entire sky was overcast, electric arcs jumped everywhere, and a thick layer of water beast corpses piled up on the lake.

   They were all affected by the remaining power of Qiantian Yuanyang God's thunder net, and suffered an indiscriminate disaster.

  Jiaolong raised his head with difficulty, unable to use his powerful water-type magical powers, and felt extremely aggrieved.

  The demon core was spat out, and the power from the deepest part of the blood inheritance emerged, and the blood essence of the whole body gathered, and a **** little dragon emerged from the demon core.

  The little **** dragon has five claws, a long beard and two horns. Once it appears, it will have a monstrous evil spirit sweeping the audience, making people tremble.

   "Not good! It wants to burn all the blood and flesh to add blood dragon merits!"

  Renren Yang's complexion changed drastically, not because he was afraid of Jiaolong's desperate fight, but with Reverend Ge Cang here, the demon king couldn't overthrow the sky.

  But this bloodline supernatural power is obviously stimulated by absorbing one's own flesh and blood.

  In the blink of an eye, Jiaolong's blood was almost consumed, his body shriveled rapidly, and more and more bones were exposed at the wound.

  Every third-tier demon king has a treasure of flesh and blood on his body, which is enough to make a real person who has formed an alchemy be moved.

   What's more, Jiaolong has the blood of the dragon clan, and its value is even higher than that of monsters of the same level.

  If the blood dragon finally drains the flesh and blood, leaving only a skeleton, then the benefits of the Feiyue Lake battle this time will be greatly reduced.

  Renren Yang clasped his hands together, dozens of blades appeared in the formation, and slashed towards the dragon seven inches away.

  Blown to pieces by Yuanyang Shenlei, countless dragon scales were blown to pieces. Facing the golden light blade, they caught all of them. Only a few scales were chopped off, not even the body was hurt.

  Even though he knew that Junior Brother Ge was far superior to him in strength, seeing the gap between the Gengxin Golden Saber Formation and the Qiantian Yuanyang God Thunder Net still made Yang Zhenren a little bit embarrassed.

   Opened his mouth and spat out a small flag, held it in his hand and waved the flag to unfold, a black divine light flew out from above, and landed on Jiaolong extremely slowly.

  It was as if a mountain was pressing down, the already seriously injured Jiaolong was firmly suppressed, and the mighty monster body was overwhelmed, and the crisp sound of bones breaking could be heard.

   "Brother's Yuan Magnetic Divine Light is becoming more and more powerful..."

   Master Ge Cang praised.

   This is Yang Zhenren's natal magic weapon Yuanci Breaking Demon Banner, on which is captured a Yuanci divine light that was accidentally obtained two hundred years ago.

  Although there is no way to manipulate Yuanmagnetic Divine Light, but through this magic weapon that was specially refined by a master craftsman to absorb the divine light, and warm it into a natal magic weapon, one can indirectly control one or two.

  Yuanci Shenguang refines two levels of magnetic power, which can overcome the five elements in the world, and is one of the top supernatural powers in the world of cultivating immortals.

  Renren Yang's divine light of Yuanmagnetism cannot be strengthened by cultivation, and cannot be commanded like an arm, but purely in terms of power, it is equally mighty and boundless.

   It's just that it's extremely difficult to activate, and it can only be managed with strength after being warmed for nearly two hundred years.

   It is impossible for any living creature to be hit by this snail-slow Yuan Magnetic Divine Light.

  But when dealing with immobile targets, it is like a fish in water, which is perfect.

  Realist Ge Cang sprayed another breath of natal qi on the Yuanyang Divine Thunder. This divine thunder transformed from one into three, into countless three, and the arc of lightning intertwined and directly covered the **** little dragon in it.

  The blood-colored little dragon rushes left and right, but as soon as it touches the arc of lightning, it will emit a blue smoke and retreat quickly.

   After coming down a few times, the **** little dragon shrank again.

  After a quarter of an hour, the blood-colored little dragon finally let out a venomous dragon cry under the siege and interception of Qiantian Yuanyang God's thunder net, and turned into green smoke and disappeared completely.

  The third-rank top-grade flood dragon was suppressed by Yuan Magnetic Divine Light, and received two grains of Wutu Divine Sand. The only remaining golden vertical pupil closed weakly, and the demon core fell vertically.

   "Hmph! I still want to escape from my soul in front of us!"

  Renren Yang snorted coldly, and a miniature dragon was shaken out, showing anthropomorphic panic, and was directly inhaled by a jade bottle.

   "Congratulations, brother, you can refine a Tier 3 formation flag once you get this Flood Dragon Essence."

  Realman Ge Cang stretched out his hand to grab it, and the whole dragon was picked up by a five-color giant hand, and it was put into the kit bag at his waist.

  Renren Yang put away the thirty-six formation flags, looked at the anxious battlefield outside, and smiled slightly: "First help the juniors clean up these monsters, and discuss how to use the dragon materials later."

  (end of this chapter)

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