Natural Fairy Species Chapter 484

 Chapter 484 Spirit Beast Combination Attack

A monk shook off the bamboo hat on his head, his aura surged, and he rushed from an ordinary foundation to the Nascent Soul stage.

The monks around him were on their backs, never expecting that there was a Nascent Soul Lord hidden in the crowd.

This person is low-key and dormant, but once he makes a move, he stuns the whole audience.

 Even the battles between several Nascent Soul Lords were overshadowed by him.

“Besides me, there are actually Nascent Soul cultivators who are hiding among them. The Blood Sea Sect has offended so many people!”

Bai Zichen saw that this person's cultivation level was only in the early stage of Yuanying, but his true energy fluctuations were very powerful, no worse than many in the middle stage of Yuanying.

Especially this charged attack, which seems to be a special secret technique that affects the true meaning of the avenue.

 Wherever he passes, the light is blurred and the sky and the earth are divided into two parts.

 Even the floating light route cannot be captured.

 Scanning the consciousness and destroying the delusion of the spiritual eyes have lost their effect at this moment.

“I've obviously never seen this person before, so why does he give me a familiar feeling... Such an outstanding monk should not be impressed after seeing him once.”

This man has a face like a crown jade, a clear spirit and beautiful bones, just like the green young man in the painting, with first-class skin and bones.

 The process of cultivating immortals is to improve their appearance invisibly.

Major realm breakthroughs such as pill formation and infant transformation, as well as changes in the essence of life, all have the opportunity to reshape the physical body.

 So among high-level monks, it is not uncommon to have handsome men and beautiful women.

There are also many monks who follow their true intentions and feel that their appearance is determined by fate. Too much interference will lead to jealousy and disaster.

  But being outstanding at this point is no longer something that can be achieved through acquired changes.

“The Wanshoumen Feng Moyun! I saw his portrait when I was young. It is said that a large number of female cultivators are crazy about him... It turns out that he has become a Nascent Soul and has also arrived in the Southern Territory.”

 In the corner of his memory, Bai Zichen finally remembered this person.

The number one beast master in the Liang Kingdom and even in the Northern Territory, his talent in beast control is still higher than that of Fang Tiansheng, but his Tao practice is not as good as his senior brother.

 It seems that in these years of disappearance, I have found a way to solve the shackles of practice and successfully broke through.

Bai Zichen heard Ge Cang say that the Spirit Control Manual of the Ten Thousand Beasts Sect was very imperfect. After all, the founder was a celestial wizard with unconstrained powers, but he himself had not yet reached the level of Nascent Soul.

  It can only be said that it is a method with unique ideas and great prospects, but there are many problems in its practice.

 Fortunately, Fang Tiansheng appeared and improved the technique on the basis of his predecessors, making many fantasies feasible. Only then did this technique truly become the fundamental technique of the Ten Thousand Beasts Sect.

Zhenjun Ge Cang has long lamented that if he had not been trapped in the Soul Controlling Scripture, it would have been a high probability for Fang Tiansheng's talent to turn him into an infant.

 It can only be said that the success is also the spiritual sutra, and the failure is also the spiritual sutra.

This is the price that small sect pioneers have to pay. The road ahead is uncertain and confused, so they can only force their way through.

And Feng Moyun happened to be the one who received the legacy of his predecessors. With his unparalleled talent in beast control, he formed a closed loop of the Spirit Control Scripture in his hand and successfully ascended to Nascent Soul.

As for Feng Moyun's appearance here, it is easy to understand. Many of his fellow sects, including Fang Tiansheng, committed suicide in front of the Blood God True Lord and asked him for a way to survive in the Ten Thousand Beast Sect.

 Regardless of the cause and effect, in Feng Moyun's heart, the Blood Sea Sect must have a deep hatred.

Going to the Southern Region for revenge, I heard that the Blood Sea Sect was besieged and attacked, so it would be strange not to come and take a look.

The Blood God True Monarch sensed the danger, and with a flicker of his body, countless blood shadows were about to scatter in all directions.

She rarely fights with others, which does not mean that Xuan Nu lacks the awareness of fighting skills.

The Huanxi Sect has its own secret technique, which allows the experience of each generation of Xuannv to be injected into the sea of ​​consciousness of the inheritors, and can be slowly received after the cultivation level is improved.

Xuannv seized this fleeting opportunity and threw out the Nine Heavens Star Whip in her hand without any hesitation, turning it into hundreds of star chains to trap the blood baby.

 At the same time, Xuannv Yuanying appeared in the realm, with Ruoxi guarding her body.

 He chanted Qingci with a sincere expression. After three prostrations and six prostrations, a golden rope flew out.

 A mouthful of life essence was sprayed on it, and the golden rope grew long in the wind. A rope appeared on each blood shadow, and it was tied firmly.

“The Nine Heavens Breath... is a rare projection of the Zi Mansion, and you actually used it like this!”

The Blood God True Lord even changed several magical powers from the demon world, but none of them took effect, so he finally became panicked.

 In his current state, he can successfully cultivate in the sea of ​​blood to reach Nascent Soul perfection.

By then, even if you encounter a powerful god-transformer, you will be confident that you can escape with your life by relying on the magical powers of the demon world, as long as you don't run into those monster-level juniors.

In the past few years, I learned about the current situation in the world of immortality by digesting the memories of the two Nascent Soul Lords. I found that there was not even one active god-forming power in the world, and I immediately gained confidence.

It is true that the demon clan cannot survive the vicissitudes of life and most of them have perished, but the transformation of gods in the human world is not much better.

 The environment in this world is becoming more and more harsh for monks who are transformed into gods and above.

Treasures of the Zifu Treasure level can only be possessed by monks who stand at the top of the Demon Realm. Blood God True Lord has only seen it twice from afar.

Even if it is a projection, even if its real power is not stronger than a high-grade spiritual treasure, to some extent it has miraculous powers that even the Heavenly Spiritual Treasure does not have.

There are only three such golden ropes handed down from the Huanxi Sect. Today, the one in Xuannv's hand is the last one.

It has the characteristic of being a sure hit, no matter how high your cultivation level is or what magic weapon you have to protect yourself, even if you are not in this world. As long as you are locked by the golden rope, you will be bound and cannot escape. You can only use your strength to break it.

 The Blood God True Lord was no exception, and was trapped in place.

That floating light jumped in front of us, and all the blood shadows were cut into two parts, as if they had been moved to different spaces.

Ten paths, a hundred paths... As more and more blood shadows were affected, a look of fear finally appeared on True Lord Blood God's face.

Whether it was the projection of the Zifu treasure or the sudden appearance of this Nascent Soul monk, they were beyond his expectation.

If it were decades later, it would not be a problem for Blood God True Lord who had grown to the perfection of Nascent Soul, but he was still only in the middle Nascent Soul stage now.

 “The blood demon god, the blood-light protector!”

The Blood God True Lord roared angrily, the body of the blood shadow burned, and the Nine Nether Fires ignited, expelling all the restraints that bound the body.

He directly used the possessed 'Blood God True Lord' as a nutrient and completely exhausted it. This magical power can only be used by god-transforming monks.

Even if a monk in the middle stage of Nascent Soul can perform the magic of disintegrating demons ten times in a row, it is impossible to raise his cultivation level to the threshold of using this magical power.

  But the 'Blood God True Lord', as an old remnant from the previous era, possesses secret techniques that the magic monks cannot imagine.

More importantly, he burned the Nascent Soul with a trace of true demonic energy and used it as a key to pry.

The golden ropes were broken at each root, and the star chain was broken and flew around. It turned into a star whip and returned to Xuannv's hand, but it was much dimmed.

The 'Blood God True Monarch' stretched out a white and tender palm from the **** light. It turned out to be full of blood and flesh, with distinct joints. He firmly grasped the floating light that seemed to split the heaven and earth.

The white line flashed, a thin line formed on the palm, and the palm broke into two.

 Another huge **** hand grew and its five fingers worked together to pinch the floating light.

“What a good idea. The natal spirit beast and myself are walking on the same path. The fusion of the two can achieve magical powers, which is almost equivalent to a blow in the late Yuanying stage..."

The Blood God True Lord looked at the palm-sized floating dove in the giant **** hand. It was struggling wildly. The **** hand was covered with cuts and bruises, and it might collapse at any time.

Opening its mouth, a blood needle shot out, piercing the floating dove's eye, turning into thousands of fine needles in its body, pricking countless tiny blood holes.

Blood instantly dyed Fu Guangjiu's feathers red, his neck tilted and he fell down, without any movement or breath.

 A fourth-level low-grade spiritual beast died in the hands of True Lord Blood God.

Squeezing out the last bit of potential and burning the Nascent Soul, the Blood God True Lord is already comparable in strength to some veteran Great True Lords.

Snapped!

He also wanted to take advantage of this opportunity to kill Xuannv, but an unhealable wound opened on the chest of the 'Blood God True Monarch', which was exactly the blow that Fu Guangjiu had given him before his death.

Feeling the power passing by quickly, he glared hatefully and turned into a blood shadow to escape.

Looking at the direction, they were heading further south, leaving the Blood Sea Sect behind.

 In order to unlock the golden rope and the rare treasure, on the surface it seemed to be an understatement, but in reality, all means were used, and the true energy in the body was invested like a bottomless pit.

Feng Moyun turned pale and fell to his knees on the ground, coughing up blood.

The death of the natal spiritual beast is a major blow to any beast master.

It is even more obvious for monks who practice the Spirit-Restraining Scripture. It turns out that they are fused with their origins and draw on the power of their natal spiritual beasts.

 Once you die, the backlash will naturally be greater.

  After the departure of the 'True Lord Blood God', the Blood Sea Sect, which had the absolute upper hand, immediately found itself in a bad situation.

 The blood on the ground subsided, and the Huanxi Sect's battle formation was reorganized. Several Nascent Soul Lords who were at a disadvantage stabilized the situation.

The Nascent Soul God General who was in the worst condition, beaten **** and scarred, suddenly drew out a flying sword and chopped it off on the head.

No one can imagine the impact of a powerful physical practitioner suddenly launching exquisite sword moves.

He blocked the attack in twos and threes, and even encircled the opponent's Blood Sea Sect Yuanying in the light of the sword.

"There are many people who hide their clumsiness. This person's swordsmanship has been refined into silk, but it is useless to control it... This person is somewhat similar to me, but he is a rough and crazy physical practitioner, hiding the identity of a master of swordsmanship. , I hold the title of genius sword cultivator and have a powerful body like a five-crystal glazed body."

Bai Zichen became interested in this unknown **** general. With his swordsmanship and body training, his strength should be far more than this.

 He deliberately hid his clumsiness and did not reveal his true level of swordsmanship at this time. It was obvious that even his fellow disciples did not know what he was good at.

In Bai Zichen's eyes, this acting skill is too poor, and the deliberately pretended swordsmanship is unnatural and coordinated.

 From the sporadic changes in sword moves, one can see through the true realm of swordsmanship.

“Lucky for you, I need to show my Nascent Soul cultivation now to be qualified to stand in this feast of Fenrunxue Hai Sect. You guys can walk much more happily..."

Bai Zichen glanced at Ma Chengguang and others who were at a loss. His aura was rising, and the strong energy and blood fluctuations were like a straight line of smoke, shooting straight into the sky.

　　Boom! boom! boom! boom!

 In the blink of an eye, he punched four times in a row, one for each of the four Dan-Jie cultivators.

 There were four simultaneous sounds of falling to the ground, all of which were caused by the sternum being broken inch by inch and the eyes staring out.

The monks in the field were in an uproar. When had there been such a large number of Nascent Soul Lords, there was another person who lowered his cultivation level and hid in the crowd.

 (End of this chapter)

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