Seeing that the old man in linen robes was not chasing after him, the flying horned python that rushed into the void stopped and coiled into a ball in the air.
With contempt in his eyes, he stared at the old man in linen robe.
Although the emperor-level monsters do not have the same IQ as adult humans, their IQ level is around six or seven years old. They originally wanted to fly into the air and have a fight with the linen-robed old man, but they never thought that the human monk was so incompetent.
He didn't follow him at all, which made the Flying Horned Python startled and became angry.
Its eyes were filled with cold light, and it suddenly opened its bloody mouth. A huge fireball fell from the sky, and the surrounding air was so scorching that it was in a trance.
When the large group of wind whistling birds around saw that their leader had begun to attack, they naturally would not be idle. They used wind scroll techniques one after another, and after gathering together, they formed huge tornadoes and fell towards the Purple Sun Immortal City.
There was hesitation on Xiao Lin's face. The emperor-level monster has appeared. Should he choose to leave now?
He was still a little worried, after all, the casual cultivators outside the city had been almost slaughtered at this moment, and the walking beasts all over the mountains and plains had also paid a heavy price, with countless casualties.
The casual cultivators who had gone out of the city to "make a fortune" were even more miserable. After a hard fight, less than a hundred of them were left.
Xiao Lin looked at all this with a pale face and sighed secretly in his heart. The wars in the world of cultivation are indeed terrible, and the probability of low-level monks dying in such wars has reached an extremely terrifying level.
In comparison, the mortality rate in the cave trial that I participated in back then was not so terrifying.
Even the remaining hundred or so people can't hold on for long, and they will be wiped out sooner or later.
Seeing the Beilan Sect disciples around him vomiting blood and falling to the ground one after another, Xiao Lin understood that the defensive formation of Ziyang Immortal City could not hold on for long under the attack of this flying horned python.
Once the city defense formation is broken, the old man in linen robes, as a golden elixir monk, still has great hope of escaping from the mouth of the flying horned python. However, they, the foundation-building period monks and the numerous Qi-training period monks, will
There is no more danger.
Even if a few escape by luck, the number will never be too many.
Thinking of this, Xiao Lin turned around and flew towards the west of the city. Although he had never succeeded in practicing the secret technique of ghost, he had reached such a point that even if there were some risks, he could only take it.
If the Purple Sun Immortal City is really attacked by monsters, it will be very difficult to escape at that time.
Suddenly, Xiao Lin saw two huge spiritual lights emerging from the city, one green and one yellow, dragging dozens of feet of spiritual light tail flames, tearing the air all the way, and shooting toward the flying horned python in the void.
Through the rich aura, Xiao Lin vaguely saw that the two auras were a knife and a trident.
Immediately following the two auras were two figures, wrapped in a rich aura, which shot onto the city wall in the blink of an eye and landed next to the old man in linen robes.
The aura dissipated, revealing two people, a thirty-year-old scribe and a forty-year-old strong man.
Seeing the two people appear, the old man in linen robe showed a look of surprise on his face and exclaimed: "It turns out they are Senior Brother He and Senior Brother Meng."
"Junior Brother Wan, I haven't seen you for more than ten years. How are you?" The scribe looked at the old man in linen robe with a smile on his face, while Senior Brother Meng next to him had a sullen face and did not speak.
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"How can Wan be compared to the two senior brothers and win the love of my uncle? No, it has been thirty years since I was sent to this Ziyang Fairy City." The old man named Wan had a depressed look on his face, shook his head and said with a bitter smile.
"Hehe, Junior Brother Wan is overly humble. Who doesn't know that stationing in the Immortal City is the most lucrative job. Compared with guarding the sect, we have nothing except the sect's pitiful benefits, but we are lucky enough to be satisfied.
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Seeing the monk surnamed Meng making sarcastic remarks, the old man surnamed Wan was surprisingly not angry. Instead, he just laughed a few times and then fell silent and stopped talking.
"Okay, now is not the time for bickering. That Flying Horned Python is very difficult to deal with. Let's get rid of it first. The materials on the Flying Horned Python are all excellent materials for refining magic weapons. The three of us will
How about dividing it equally between people?”
"Equal share?" Jin Dan surnamed Meng sneered and said: "It's just a flying horned python. Among the disciples and grandsons of the old poisonous dragon, it is just a low-ranking character. If the three of us take action to kill it, it is said that
If you go out, you will make people laugh."
When the scribe and the old man in linen robe heard this, they both showed bitter expressions, especially the old man in linen robe. He knew very well that this flying horned python was a genuine imperial-level mid-level monster, and he was definitely no match for it.
However, these two nominal senior brothers of mine are both in the middle stage of Golden Core cultivation. They may not be able to win in a duel, but thinking about it, they will not be easily defeated by this flying horned python.
Although he also coveted the materials on the Flying Horned Python, his senior brother Meng obviously did not intend to let him get a share of the pie. As a result, he was not in a hurry and let his senior brother Meng steal the limelight.
If you are defeated and injured by the flying horned python, you will not be blamed at that time.
"Since Junior Brother Meng is interested in this evil beast, let me give it to you." There was a smile on the scribe's lips, but the coldness in his eyes flashed away.
"Hehe, if that's the case, then you're welcome to Meng." He raised his head and glanced at the trident that had turned into a tens of feet. There was a hint of coldness on his face. His body rose into the air, with streaks of earthy yellow.
Spiritual light emerged from his body.
In the blink of an eye, it transformed into a layer of earth-yellow scale armor, covering his entire body except his head.
It is the primary earth spell "Golden Body Armor."
This elementary spell was cast in the hands of the Golden Core cultivator, but its power was far greater than that of the Foundation Establishment cultivator. With afterimages, the Monk surnamed Meng came directly to his trident and took it into his hand.
He thrust towards the flying horned python that was coiled up in a ball a hundred feet away.
Immediately, three thick earth-yellow spiritual lights turned into three light pillars and shot toward the Flying Horned Python.
The flying horned python naturally knew that the original human monk had come to help again, but it was not afraid at all. Instead, it became ferocious, opened its mouth and spit out a giant fireball, facing the three pillars of light.
"I'll break it." With a roar, the speed of the three khaki-colored light pillars increased by three points, piercing the fireball directly, and then dissipated in the void.
The giant fireball exploded immediately, and the flames caused by the explosion spread out in all directions, turning the surrounding whistling birds into ashes.
The flying horned python's eyes flashed fiercely, and with an angry roar, its huge body rushed directly towards the monk surnamed Meng.
"Well done." Seeing the Flying Horned Python rushing towards him, the monk surnamed Meng actually showed excitement on his face. The trident in his hand flashed with a rich and huge aura and stabbed towards the Flying Horned Python's head.
"Not good." When Kankan stabbed the python's head, the monk surnamed Meng suddenly felt something bad, and a phantom flashed out from the diagonal stab.
With a thought in his mind, an earthy-yellow spiritual shield emerged from his body. As soon as it grew to a size of two to three feet, with a "bang", the monk surnamed Meng flew directly a hundred feet away.
Barely able to stabilize his body, the monk surnamed Meng showed a look of horror on his face. Although he was not injured by this blow, the energy and blood in his body was still churning.
"Go." After experiencing the terrifying body of the Flying Horned Python, no matter how stupid the monk surnamed Meng is, he knows that he cannot compete with the monster for strength.
The trident was thrown out by him, flashing with a spiritual light of dozens of feet, and stabbed towards the Flying Horned Python.
At the same time, a star ring between monk surnamed Meng's fingers flashed slightly, and a fist-sized bead flashing with cyan aura emerged, floating in front of monk surnamed Meng, spinning slowly.
"Go." The monk surnamed Meng showed a look of pain on his face. He placed a blue bead in one hand. The green bead immediately turned into a ray of green light and shot toward the Flying Horned Python.
The flying horned python flapped its wings and jumped high into the sky. Then the python head spit out a giant fireball towards the monk surnamed Meng.
The trident, which was dozens of feet in size, suddenly turned a corner and flew towards the sky, following closely behind the flying horned python, while the green bead swayed slightly and disappeared directly.
Although the Flying Horned Python's one-hundred-foot-long body was huge, it was extremely sensitive. As its eyes turned around, it was discovered that the cyan beads suddenly disappeared, causing doubts to flash in its eyes.
"Give it to me."
Accompanied by the voice of the monk surnamed Meng, the cyan bead suddenly appeared on the head of the flying horned python, and a large piece of thunder suddenly erupted, piercing the eyes.
The casual cultivators who were staring at the sky couldn't help but close their eyes the moment the blue beads exploded.
The lightning flashed, and the raging thunder covered a distance of dozens of feet. Most of the Flying Horned Python's body was shrouded in the lightning.
"Kunshi Thunder Light?" Seeing this scene, the hemp-robed old man's face changed drastically and he exclaimed.
"I didn't expect Junior Brother Meng to actually refine this Kunshi Thunder Light." The scribe said softly with an expression of surprise on his face.
"It is rumored that the thunder of Kunshi is collected and condensed by one's own magic power. It took decades of hard work to condense it. It is so powerful that even a monk in the late Jindan period will not be able to face this thunder of Kunshi."
If you hit me, I'm afraid it will be more disastrous than bad."
The old man in linen robes finally understood that the reason why his senior brother Meng dared to fight the flying horned python alone was because he had Kunshi Lei Guang to rely on.
"Each piece of Kunshi lightning is extremely precious. When it comes to value, I'm afraid it won't be inferior to the material of the flying horned python's scale armor. I really don't know what he is thinking about?" The scribe put his hands behind his back, his face
It was full of doubtful expressions.
"Could it be that this Flying Horned Python has something more precious in it?" The old man in linen robes also looked puzzled. With Meng Xuan's fighting power, the winning rate in a fight with this Flying Horned Python was only around 30%.
Therefore, the old man in linen robe was not optimistic about Meng Xuan, and he could even imagine in his mind the fate of Meng Xuan being killed by the flying horned python and running away.
But he never expected that Meng Xuan would not hesitate to use the Kunshi Thunder Light that had been condensed for decades, which made him puzzled.