A scene from a hundred years ago seemed to appear before our eyes again.
Back then, it was after the poisonous dragon appeared in its prototype that he suffered a huge defeat. His magic power was almost shattered. He went back to retreat and recuperated for several years before finally recovering.
"Go." The flames all over the sky gathered together, forming a huge fireball and smashed towards the poisonous dragon.
Seeing the huge fireball, Poisonous Dragon's eyes also showed a trace of solemnity. Although he was full of confidence in the strength of his body, being hit by an intermediate spell would cause him unbearable pain, and he might even be seriously injured.
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Intermediate spells are almost the ultimate spells in this world. Only by killing the few remaining high-level demon clans in their demon clan can one obtain the seal of high-level spells, but this probability is extremely low.
As far as Du Jiao knows, the number of transformed demon cultivators who have practiced advanced spells in the Demonic Plain will never exceed one palm. Therefore, for human monks, it is difficult to obtain a seal of advanced spells.
Refining a top-quality magic weapon is no less difficult.
Of course, the power of intermediate-level spells cast in the hands of early Yuanying monks is also astonishing. Once the huge fireball formed by the flames in the sky is hit, even the poisonous dragon will not dare to try it easily even if it is confident in its own body.
The "Poisonous Dragon Black Flame Gun" surrounding him suddenly expanded several times in size, burning with blazing black flames and shooting directly towards the huge fireball.
"Boom." There was an explosion, black flames and flames mixed together, the explosion spread out, and turned into a stream of light that filled the sky and disappeared.
The poisonous dragon's eyes flashed with a cold light as it shot towards Ancestor Qishan. The single claw stretched out several feet strangely and clawed at Ancestor Qishan's face.
Ancestor Qishan's baby-like face was a little pale and less blood-colored. He pointed at the two blood-transforming divine knives in the distance. The two bloody knives immediately slashed at the poisonous dragon, one on the left and the other on the right.
The Poison Dragon's body rolled over, and he actually grabbed one of the Blood-Transforming Divine Swords, but the other one seemed to be cut on his body, and the fine scales were also cut with a chi-long gap, from which
Red blood seeped out.
In pain, the poisonous dragon's tail was pulled out suddenly. Qishan Ancestor saw the dark afterimage, and almost instinctively integrated the Soft Fire Spiritual Shield into one, blocking it in front of him.
"Boom." There was a loud noise, and the red aura on the soft fire spirit shield was so dim that it was almost invisible. At this moment, the ancestor of Qishan was once again swept away dozens of feet, and a wisp of blood could not help but flow out from the corner of his mouth.
This was still the Soft Fire Spiritual Shield, which absorbed most of the impact force. When the Soft Fire Spiritual Shield was knocked away, the remaining force hit the Qishan Patriarch's body, causing him to be slightly shaken by his aura.
hurt.
A stern look flashed across the face of the ancestor of Qishan. He pointed at the blood-transforming divine sword that was grasped by the poisonous dragon in the distance. The blood-transforming divine sword suddenly spat out blood and exploded with large sparks on the poisonous dragon's claws.
But the poisonous dragon's claws are so strong that no matter how much the blood-turning sword cuts it, it can't break free.
Qishan Patriarch put one palm up in front of his chest, closed his eyes slightly, and remembered the obscure spell in his mouth. In the void above his head, a large blood-red net gradually condensed and took shape.
Seeing this big blood-red net, Poison Dragon couldn't help but exclaimed: "Demon-binding net?"
This "Demon Binding Net" is not a magic weapon, but a secret magical power. Through spells, you can condense your own magic power into silk threads and weave a large aura net, which is specially used to trap and block enemies. And because of this
The demon-binding net is connected to one's own magic power.
Once you are covered by the demon-binding net and want to break through it, either the person who cast the demon-binding net is willing to take the initiative to remove the secret technique, or you have to break free and let the mana of the person who cast the demon-binding net be exhausted. Otherwise,
There is almost no other way.
Of course, there is another way, which is to use sharp magic weapons or spiritual treasures to directly break the demon-binding net. However, this method will most likely not work. The demon-binding net is woven with spiritual power silk, and it itself is different from the monks.
Own magic power penetrates.
Unless the demon-binding net is completely cut open in one blow, just cutting through a few strands of the mesh will be of no use at all, because just after cutting off the front, it will be back to the original state the next moment.
A huge red net hundreds of feet long on one side gradually condensed and took shape, accompanied by the Qishan Ancestor's "Go."
The giant red net went straight towards the poisonous dragon cover. In almost a blink of an eye, it arrived in front of the poisonous dragon. This demon-binding net was not only tough, but also made of spiritual power threads. It was also extremely fast, almost reaching the distance of the air.
degree of transmission.
Just as the Poisonous Dragon became alert and wanted to run away, the big red net was already under the hood, tightly wrapping most of the Poisonous Dragon's body.
Ancestor Qishan showed a hint of joy on his face. This magical power of "Demon Binding Net" was bought from an auction at a huge price. It took him half a month to practice it. He has always regarded it as
As a trump card, I don't intend to reveal it easily.
However, this poisonous dragon is too difficult to deal with and is extremely powerful. Even my Soft Fire Spiritual Shield cannot resist his physical attack, so I can only use this secret technique.
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After leaving Ziyang Fairy City for nearly a hundred miles, Xiao Lin didn't feel anyone was chasing him, and he couldn't help but show a bit of joy on his face.
As long as I can escape a hundred miles away, I think I will be able to get rid of the lock on my spiritual consciousness. When the sky is high and the sea is vast, I will be able to roam by myself.
Xiao Lin has made up his mind to return to Dancao Mountain this time and stay in seclusion. He was quite frightened this time. Since he started cultivating, he has been very cautious, and even the Golden Dan cultivator did not dare to offend him easily. However, he never thought that he would be attacked by Yuan Yuan.
The baby monster is keeping an eye on him.
In his opinion, this was simply seeking death, although he guessed that the reason why he was targeted by the old monster Yuanying was probably because he obtained the first chapter of the Tian Mending Sutra from the Langhuan chess game.
What is really said is that the common man is innocent of the crime of harboring the jade. What makes Xiao Lin depressed is that he did not get the first Heaven-Mending Scripture voluntarily, but was forcibly instilled in him by the Langhuan chess game. If he knew that he would get this first
Chapter Mending Heaven Sutra will offend an old Nascent Soul monster.
Xiao Lin would rather not have this scripture.
At this point, he couldn't do it even if he wanted to. He had lost a lot of essence and blood twice in a row. Even with the supplement of Xueyang Pill, Xiao Lin's face turned pale.
Suddenly, Xiao Lin's pale face turned even whiter. He looked back inadvertently, and there was a ball of golden light on the horizon, flying towards him. The speed was astonishingly fast, and it arrived less than a hundred feet behind him in the blink of an eye.
distance.
A look of horror suddenly appeared on Xiao Lin's face. Almost without thinking, Xiao Lin shook his hand and slapped it on the storage bag at his waist. Several top-quality magic weapons flew out of the storage bag with various auras flashing, and then they all flew towards him.
Welcoming him in the golden light.
"Qiang Qiang Qiang." These top-quality magic weapons have not really touched the body of the golden light. Just under the golden light, their auras collapsed and flew down.
Seeing this scene, Xiao Lin's face turned pale, and his eyes showed a look of despair. He naturally understood that the magic weapon in the golden light should be the magic weapon driven by the ancestor of Yuanying.
Facing such an attack, how could he, a small monk in the foundation building stage, be able to withstand such an attack?
Suddenly, an idea flashed in Xiao Lin's mind, and half of the black broken blade flew straight out of his storage bag and floated in front of Xiao Lin. Xiao Lin directly sprayed a mouthful of blood on it, and then poured the mana in his body crazily into the broken blade.
within.
"Buzz." After being infused with Xiao Lin's blood essence and huge mana, a faint white aura flashed on the broken blade.
At this moment, Xiao Lin was completely prepared, and the mana in his dantian was poured into the broken blade for free. The black rust on the surface of the broken blade began to fall off, revealing the snow-white blade inside.
As if he was afraid that the power was not enough, Xiao Lin spurted out another mouthful of blood essence. After the mouthful of blood essence spurted out, Xiao Lin felt dizzy in the sea of consciousness, but he knew that now was not the time to faint.
He bit the tip of his tongue suddenly, and the severe pain immediately wiped away Xiao Lin's sleepiness.
He hurriedly took out two jade bottles from his storage bag. One jade bottle contained Qi Yuan Dan, and the other jade bottle contained Xueyang Dan. Xiao Lin didn't even look at how much was inside, and poured them all into his mouth.
"Go." Xiao Lin snorted coldly, and the snow-white blade suddenly disappeared with a "buzz~" sound.
At this time, Xiao Lin finally saw what this golden light was. It was actually a huge golden net. When it was still twenty or thirty feet away from him, it suddenly stretched out, covering an area of a hundred feet, and headed towards
Xiao Lin took off his hood.
Xiao Lin looked at the golden net with a look of despair on his face. The Broken Blade was his sharpest attack method now, but facing the Nascent Soul Ancestor's magic weapon, he didn't think the Broken Blade could withstand it.
On the contrary, it was a high probability that he would be caught alive by this big golden net.
Moreover, Xiao Lin could imagine from the magical aura of the golden net that once he was covered by this golden net, even if he did not die, his skin would probably peel off.
"Buzz." A ball of white light suddenly shot out from the broken blade and entered Xiao Lin's body. Xiao Lin's face suddenly showed a look of horror, but before he could figure out the reason, the ball of white light wrapped around his body.
The body turned into a white sword light and rushed towards the golden net.
"No way, you want to send it to your door?" A speechless expression flashed across Xiao Lin's desperate face. He originally thought of using the broken blade to block the golden net, at least to buy himself some time to get rid of the golden net.
scope.
Fortunately, now, Broken Blade actually pulled him directly and took the initiative to meet him. No matter how he looked at it, only four words flashed in Xiao Lin's mind: "Throw yourself into a trap."
A white sword light suddenly accelerated when it was still ten feet away from the golden net. If someone was standing next to it at this time, they would be able to see that the white sword light surrounding Xiao Lin turned into a white light in an instant.
, disappeared suddenly.
The next moment, Xiao Lin saw with horror on his face that he had passed through the golden net and appeared in the void more than ten feet behind the golden net. The half of the broken blade was flashing with a white aura, quietly suspended in Xiao's body.