Chapter eight hundred and eighty third: the birth of a new life
Although Zhao Shoushou experienced countless difficulties, obstacles, and intrigues along the way, he always attached great importance to the execution of his promises.
But if you have the ability and do not pose an obvious threat to your own safety, you will never retreat easily.
It was the same this time. It was not an easy task for him to fight against a powerful dragon snake at the peak of the fourth level with his own strength.
In order to buy more time for Mr. Jiang in Jiaolongshan to escape, even though he was faced with a situation where he was passively beaten, he still never retreated at all.
As Mr. Jiang and the remaining late-stage monk joined forces to break through the obstacles and prepare to escape, the entire Jiaolong Mountain was surrounded by a strange and colorful light.
There is no doubt about the strength of a building that has been nourished by high-level spiritual veins for thousands of years. However, under the joint efforts of two great monks in the late Nascent Soul stage, all this seems insignificant.
A large number of rocks fell down layer by layer, which seemed to be intentional by the two later monks. Jiaolong Mountain was like a beautiful girl who had no power to resist, waiting for the last moment to arrive.
"Roar!" Naturally, the six fourth-level high-grade dragon snakes would not just watch the mountain range where they had lived for generations be destroyed like this. They seemed to be going crazy, attacking the enemies that had been entangled in front of them, trying to rely on their own strength to return to Dragon Mountain as soon as possible.
Although the dragon snakes that Zhao Shoushou and the other three monks faced were superior in strength, they were one-on-one after all. Even if they were defeated, their own safety was guaranteed.
Only Zhang Cong, who was surrounded by three dragon snakes, faced the strongest pressure. Although late-stage monks were powerful, they were still fragile when facing three times the number of monsters of the same level.
And as the host, Zhang Cong cannot easily choose to retreat anyway. After all, compared to the other four monks, his purpose is to rescue Mr. Jiang.
Dragon snakes are already strong among monsters, and with the blood of dragons, they are enough to crush existences of the same level purely in terms of combat power.
Today, Zhang Cong was really fighting one against three. At the beginning, he could still rely on his own advanced cultivation to be evenly matched with the three snakes.
But all this changed fundamentally when the Jiaolong Mountain base camp was attacked. The three besieging snakes all showed their special skills. With close cooperation between you and me, they quickly gained the upper hand and completely suppressed the monks.
He was downwind, and still looked like he was struggling to hold on.
The four late-stage great monks, including Zhang Cong, were struggling at all costs to fight fiercely with the fourth-level high-grade snakes who had the absolute upper hand in numbers and strength. The ultimate goal was to delay time.
At this time, the two late-stage monks who were at the core of this storm also did not dare to slack off at all, and they tried their best to peel off the Jiaolong Mountain layer by layer.
"Jiaolong Mountain is the spiritual place where the Dragon Snake clan has lived for generations. In order to wipe out a remnant soul, he did not hesitate to destroy the fate of a monster clan. He is worthy of being the famous spiritual leader of all races. Have these two Taoist friends ever prepared to deal with the future?
Backlash?" The remnant soul of the fifth-level monster kept threatening from the side.
Perhaps these so-called threats were nothing to Mr. Jiang who was focused on getting out of trouble, but the movements of the other monk's hands could not help but slow down.
With the advancement of cultivation, for a monk, his own cultivation qualifications play an increasingly smaller role, while luck plays an increasingly important role.
The monk may not have thought about this aspect before, but the fifth-level remnant soul woke up the dreamer with just one word. It was just for a fourth-level high-grade spiritual material. If it was a simple battle, it would be useless.
questionable.
Once it comes to the future battle for destiny, it is a completely different matter. This unknown monk does not want to lose in the future on the road of spiritual practice.
"Why should this fellow Taoist pay attention to the words of a remnant soul used to confuse right and wrong? Even if there is a backlash in the future, it will be borne by me and has nothing to do with fellow Taoist" Mr. Jiang said swornly on the side.
In the past hundreds of years, there have been no less than ten rescue operations like this, but this one is the closest to success, so how can we give up?
"Old Jiang, don't talk nonsense here. How can you, a mere late Nascent Soul cultivator, be able to withstand and influence the illusory luck?" The fifth-level remnant soul retorted with disdain.
The late-stage monks who were originally on the periphery to provide assistance, after hearing the words of the remnant soul, decisively turned around and left, turning into a stream of light and disappearing without a trace.
Maybe a normal late-stage monk doesn't pay much attention to the backlash of luck, but at least there is no doubt about his ability to judge right from wrong.
"The effort fell short. Old Man Jiang knew that his luck would backfire, so why didn't he explain clearly to the monks who came here? Evacuating from here is destined to be a luxury," the fifth-level remnant soul mocked on the side after achieving its goal.
"If you don't succeed enough, you will fail." Mr. Jiang's face turned lifeless gray. After missing this opportunity, the chance of getting out of trouble will become even more elusive.
And after this monk chose to escape, the remaining three monks who were fighting fiercely with snakes of the same level would definitely escape as soon as they got the news.
Judging from the current situation, it is not that there is no chance. Mr. Jiang seems to have given up completely. Since the owner has given up, this rescue operation can basically be declared a failure.
After a cup of tea, Zhao Shoushou naturally did not hesitate after noticing the changes in Jiaolong Mountain. During the fierce battle, he turned into a stream of light and disappeared without a trace.
As the opponent, the fourth-level high-grade dragon snake can suppress it at a disadvantage, but it is not sure to kill it. What's more, they are more worried about the situation in Dragon Mountain and are happy to see the end of this battle.
Zhao Shoushou was already the last one among the four monks to evacuate, and he could be considered worthy of a complete portion of the Blue Sky White Light Dew provided by Zhang Cong.
In the absence of any intrusion from monsters or outsiders, a late Yuanying monk evacuated very quickly. Half an hour later, after several turns along the way, he had already appeared thousands of miles away.
This was even after Zhao Shoushou repeatedly confirmed that there was no trace behind him.
After muttering "It's an anticlimactic operation," he soared into the sky towards the location of Peiling Mountain, turned into a stream of light and disappeared between heaven and earth.
Since receiving the invitation letter in the later stage of his promotion, Zhao Shoushou has been traveling around. More than half a year has passed, and it is very close to the time for Wan'er to give birth. As his first child, how can he not return to the sect? Even for a child
For Nascent Soul stage monks, this is not an overly dangerous or difficult process.
The journey went smoothly. One month after he returned to Peiling Mountain, Wan'er gave birth to a baby girl. After a simple test, she was found to have the three spiritual roots of gold, wood, and fire.