Just when everyone was on tenterhooks, something went wrong with Yao Jin Huan.
After holding the black dragon for a period of time, and being continuously smelted by the black dragon's true fire, the material of the golden ring has begun to change, and the golden rainbow it transformed has gradually faded, as if it will dissipate at any time.
At this time, even Patriarch Wu Siheng and Wu felt a trace of despair in their hearts and planned to leave.
The reason why Qingxuanzong divided his troops was because he was afraid that the three dragons would escape. The wisdom of Qingxuan was no less than that of ordinary people. Once he felt that there was no chance of winning, he would lead his men and leave Shuangjiao Mountain.
If they were given a period of time to set up the fourth-level formations in important places such as Zihuai Mountain and Hanzhang River, they would be able to trap the dragons on Shuangjiao Mountain to death.
Unfortunately, Qingjiao sensed something was wrong and chose to break out of the encirclement in advance, concentrating his efforts to defeat Wu Siheng from the front.
Faced with the precarious situation, Wu Sixeng still suppressed the distracting thoughts in his heart. Because the magic weapon of his life, the Golden Ring, was damaged, a trace of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth. Seeing the last moment, he still did not retreat, waiting hard to lie down.
Reinforcements from Meishan monks.
Wu Siheng refused to retreat, and the monks in the foundation-building stage below did not dare to retreat. Without the fourth-level formation, the monks in the Qi-training stage below the mountain were almost completely unable to help.
If Patriarch Wu in the sky retreats, these Qi-training monks will probably be wiped out. Then this battle in the Southern Wilderness will finally kill the dragon, and it will also be a heavy defeat for the immortal cultivating families in the three southeastern counties.
Just when the situation was getting more and more difficult and everyone began to despair, a loud sound of breaking through the air came from the distance.
Hearing this sound, Zhang Zhixuan and others were happy. Just by hearing the sound, they knew that the large cloud boat of Qingxuan Sect was coming.
This kind of spirit boat is difficult to refine, requiring Jindan monks to adopt the Yun Gang sacrifice at an altitude of several hundred feet. Like the large flying boat of the Heishan Liang ancestor, the grade of this kind of cloud boat is not high, only the third level.
inferior quality.
But its preciousness is even more than that of a fourth-level low-grade magic weapon.
Although the space of Yunzhou is not as large as the flying magic weapon in the hands of Patriarch Heishan Liang, it can still carry fifty or sixty monks to fly.
This large flying magic weapon, under the control of the monks of the Zifu stage, can fly at a speed of almost more than 20,000 miles per day, which is almost the same as the flying speed of the monks of the Golden Core stage.
As soon as he received the news from Womei Mountain, Tuoshan Zhou Xiangxian sacrificed his boat in Yunzhou and rushed over with only ten Qingxuan Sect foundation-building monks.
Hurrying slowly, it took about an hour.
Although the process was dangerous, Zhou Xiangxian rushed in for reinforcements at the most critical moment.
As soon as Zhou Xiangxian arrived, he immediately put away Yunzhou and asked his ten Qingxuan Sect foundation-building monks to reinforce Zhang Zhixuan and others. He then used a flying knife magical weapon and slashed at Wu Sixeng who was trapped by the shining golden ring.
of dragon.
Zhou Xiangxian has been running the Zifu for many years, and his cultivation level is much higher than that of Wu Sixeng. As soon as he came, he immediately changed the situation.
Seeing another formidable opponent coming, the green dragon roared angrily, rolling in the air, almost desperately using its magic power, and even sprayed out its own inner elixir to attack Wu Sixeng who trapped it.
At this time, Wu Sixeng was almost at the end of his battle, and could only barely avoid the siege of the green dragon. In order to reduce the pressure, he even put away the Yaojin Ring, which had lost its spiritual power, and released the trapped black dragon.
Without the suppression of the Yaojin Ring, the trapped black dragon immediately regained its freedom. It hated Wu Siheng very much, and was about to seek revenge on Wu Siheng aggressively, when it saw that a flying knife magic weapon had already crossed the distance of a hundred feet and slashed towards Wu Siheng.
The head of the dragon.
Facing this sudden blow, the black dragon had no time to dodge and could only fiercely spray out its inner elixir and hit the flying knife magic weapon controlled by Zhou Xiangxian.
Zhou Xiangxian's flying knife magic weapon is of the fourth-level mid-grade, and Jiaolong's inner elixir has also been refined for hundreds of years, and is of a similar level.
This blow almost hurt both sides. Jiaolong's inner elixir had cracks, and Zhou Xiangxian's flying sword also lost its spirituality.
This dragon can also be regarded as a fourth-level mid-level monster, with a mana level no less than Zhou Xiangxian.
Zhou Xiangxian took back the flying sword weapon, and used a fourth-level flying sword to continue slashing at the black dragon.
At the same time, with the support of ten Qingxuan Sect monks, especially the arrival of two more masters of the ninth level of foundation building, Zhang Zhixuan and others could finally relax a little.
Of these two ninth-level monks, one is an old man with a long beard and his name is Lu Dingcheng. He has been building the foundation for 120 years and is a real veteran.
The other person is a middle-aged round-faced monk named Wei Yunjian, who has also been building the foundation for a hundred years.
These two are both veteran monks with high prestige in Tuoshanfang, and their cultivation level is even higher than that of Sun Zheng.
Especially Wei Yunjian, who still has a fourth-level low-grade magic weapon in his hand, which is enough to severely damage a fourth-level dragon.
Mainly composed of four late-stage foundation-building monks, plus twenty-five foundation-building auxiliaries, although there is no formation, it is enough to fight the dragon in a lively and impressive manner.
The four top foundation-building monks, Sun, Zheng, Lu, and Wei, constantly used the powerful magic weapons in their hands. Almost as long as they hit the black dragon, they would be able to cause some damage to it.
After suffering several losses in a row, Black Dragon no longer dared to be reckless and began to dodge.
The black dragon dodged, which was exactly what Zhang Zhixuan and others wanted. Anyway, Patriarch Liang was still on the way. When the Black Mountain monks arrived, Zhang Zhixuan and others had a greater chance of winning.
At this time, the sky above Zihuai Mountain was in chaos, and the battlefield was divided into three directions.
Wu Siheng faced Qingjiao, and he tried to delay it as much as possible, barely maintaining the situation.
Looking at Wu Siheng's pale face and the bleeding from the corner of his mouth, he almost looked like he was in trouble. If he was not careful, he would be in danger.
Zhou Xiangxian, on the other hand, seemed to have a sure chance of victory, dragging down a black dragon very easily and cutting off its inner elixir.
As for Zhang Zhixuan and a group of people at the bottom, they were almost running around the black dragon. This battlefield was also the most chaotic. Although dozens of magic weapons were flying all over the sky, they had no decisive effect at all. It would take a long time to decide the winner.
long time.
Zhou Xiangxian was under the easiest pressure. He immediately realized that Wu Sixeng was no longer capable. So he immediately turned his flying sword and faced the green dragon himself, giving up the black dragon whose inner elixir was damaged to Wu Sixeng who was also severely damaged.
Just like Tian Ji's horse racing, in this way, the balance of the battle was restored.
Although Zhou Xiangxian is not a match for the powerful Qingjiao, he can still do the job without any other burdens, just by delaying the time.
In this way, dozens of monks and three dragons fought on Zihuai Mountain, breaking almost half of the rocks on Zihuai Mountain.
The Qi-training monks below were almost affected and could only flee the battlefield in a hurry, running as far as they could.
In the fierce battle, Zhang Zhixuan felt that time passed very slowly, and every minute and every second was like suffering.
The pressure was pressing hard on Zhang Zhixuan's heart. He tensed up his nerves every moment, watching every tiny movement of Jiaolong, ready to dodge at any time.
The lesson of blood is before our eyes. Careless monks can easily die under the attack of dragons. Even in Luding City, after Wei Yunjian led people to join, a foundation-building monk died easily in the mouth of a dragon.
Minutes and seconds passed like this. Although Zhang Zhixuan felt uncomfortable, an hour still passed.
By this time, Ancestor Heishanliang will be able to arrive at any time for reinforcements.