Natural fairy species

boom!

The majestic and powerful fist collided with the white inner alchemy, setting off a terrifying storm, the lake sank by a foot, and rolled in all directions.

The monks and monsters who were closer were turned on their backs one after another.

"happy!"

The five-color light armor shattered, and the figure retreated tens of feet, stabilized its figure, and screamed to the sky.

Someone actually used his physical body to challenge the third-order flood dragon, but he was only slightly weaker.

Master Ge Cang showed his figure, with an abnormal blush on his face.

He took out a elixir and swallowed it, his complexion changed, and the five-color light armor re-condensed and emerged.

The flood dragon roared and took the inner alchemy back.

The two-legged beast on the opposite side was obviously not as good as himself, but he felt threatened.

The dragon's head swayed, and the lake water surged wildly behind him, forming a monstrous torrent.

"Sure enough, it's a third-tier high-grade flood dragon...Junior Brother Ge, use the treasure left by the patriarch, don't let it have a chance to explode the demon core!"

As the breeze blew, a thin and thin old man flashed like a ghost, and thirty-six formation flags in his hand fell into the lake.

Thirty-six soaring beams of light cut the waters layer by layer, forming a fragmented feeling.

The monks caught in it were moved out immediately.

The next moment, there were countless fierce sword lights stirring in the formation, rolling the monsters falling into powder into powder.

Among them were three unlucky Tier 2 monsters, who also failed to survive for a while, with no bones left.

As the only Tier 3 formation mage in Qingfeng Sect, Yang Zhenren put his mind on one formation after his way was hopeless.

In recent years, he has even mastered the supernatural power of instant formation.

Gengxin Golden Saber Formation, this quasi-third-tier large formation is his proud work.

With this formation, it is of course delusional to kill the third-tier high-grade flood dragon, and it is mainly used to isolate the inside and outside, so as to prevent the aftermath of the battle from affecting the land reclamation army.

At the same time, when the dragon wants to escape, it distorts the void and creates a barrier.

Otherwise, if such a dragon escapes, even if it wins the Feiyue Lake reclamation war, it will be far from being a full effort.

As for whether he can win, he has full confidence in his junior brother Ge, who can be called the strongest after the founder of the Qingfeng sect.

Tianlinggen aptitude, the progress of practice is brave, almost never encountered any bottlenecks before forming alchemy.

No matter what kind of exercises you practice, all the way is smooth, and you can even innovate on the basis of the predecessors.

Even the puzzling metaphysics body training method of the five-crystal glazed body has been cultivated to the third level early.

Already on the way to the fourth level that only the founder of Kaipai can reach.

His own fortune and opportunity are also great. Before forming the alchemy, he strayed into the ancient secret realm, and harvested the alchemy spirit and a set of third-order puppet inheritance.

After forming the alchemy, he obtained the inheritance of Yuanyang Shenlei, and became the nemesis of magic that frightened the monks of the Ghost Spirit Sect.

With such a junior and Yuanying around, even though he has not much time left to live, Master Yang is not at all worried about the future of the Qingfeng Sect after his death.

"receive!"

After Yang Zhenren arranged the formation, he sacrificed a golden bowl to absorb most of the monstrous torrent created by the dragon.

Master Ge Cang took out a small purple leather gourd, and bowed respectfully.

The purple-skinned gourd grows against the wind, spraying out a touch of divine sand, which is like stars dotted in the air, covering the dragon up, down, left, and right.

Jiaolong twisted his body uneasily, and felt the palpitating power from a little bit of divine sand.

Drilling down into the water, I want to use the advantage of the home field to change the direction.

Jiaolong itself is a third-order monster of the water system. It has been in Feiyue Lake since its birth, and it knows everything about the undercurrent water caves at the bottom of the lake.

As long as it hides at the bottom of the lake, even three or five existences at the same level can't take it down.

Boom!

The surface of the lake is like a cover, which bounces the dragon away.

Yang Zhenren held a high-grade spirit stone in one hand, and transformed the spirit power into real essence.

The Gengxin Golden Saber Formation was launched at full strength, and the thirty-six formation flags shared the attack from the Jiaolong, imprisoning the entire water area.

But the real energy needed at every moment was too much for Yang Zhenren, the ancestor of the alchemy, and the real energy was frantically passing away in the sea of ​​​​qi.

He could only use top-grade spirit stones to extravagantly replenish his true energy.

Flood Dragon was blocked by the formation, and Shensha had already caught up, and immediately exploded after the first two bombardments.

In front of Shensha, the powerful body of the third-tier demon king could only resist slightly.

It directly pierced through the scales on Jiao's body, and penetrated into the body like a drill bit, blasting deep wounds with bone visible.

And there are a total of seventy-two grains of this kind of divine sand, all of which were refined by the ancestors of the Qingfengmen sect who collected the Wutu essence deep in the earth veins.

After refining, put it in the spiritual object of purple leather gourd to keep warm day and night, once it is sacrificed, it will break the sky.

This rare treasure has been enshrined in the secret place with the purest aura of the sect after the founder of the sect was enthroned.

It has not been touched for a thousand years, and no one knows how powerful the seventy-two grains of Wutu Shensha have been warmed to.

Each grain of Wutu divine sand, because it contains the essence of Wutu that has been refined to the extreme, can move the earth's veins in addition to its terrifying lethality.

When one grain exploded, there was a circle of invisible force vibrating, which made the dragon howl repeatedly, and several kinds of natal supernatural powers were pulled by a majestic gravity just as they were about to use them, making them unable to continue.

After one round, there were five or six holes in Jiaolong's body, and one of the lantern-sized vertical pupils was blinded.

The painful Jiaolong rolled wildly on the ground, blood staining the surface of the lake.

"Senior brother Yang, why don't you let me take the life of this beast with the lightning net?"

Daoist Ge Cang waved his hands, one after another divine thunder hidden in the surroundings, it is his proud supernatural power Yuanyang Shenlei.

Don't look at the thunder light at this time is calm, as long as the mind moves, it will turn into the most violent thunder light.

The lightning arcs are scattered and connected into one piece, and the killing range and power of each divine thunder increase exponentially, which is the highest state of Yuanyang divine thunder, Qiantian Yuanyang divine thunder net.

According to the letter of the founder of Kaipai, Wutu Shensha carries the essence of the earth, which is powerful and heavy, and it is invincible.

Moreover, the gravity of the earth's veins has the magical effect of interrupting the casting of spells, and it has obvious restraint on the supernatural powers of self-explosion and disintegration.

At the beginning, a demon cultivator in the late stage of alchemy was defeated by the founder of the Qingfeng Gate Opening School, and when he had nowhere to go, he tried to explode his alchemy and go to the underworld together.

It was Wutu Shensha who interrupted the self-explosion process and died of hatred.

Daoist Ge Cang is confident enough in his own strength, but if the third-rank top-rank monster explodes his inner alchemy, no one below Yuanying Zhenjun will be able to get out of it.

Now the magic of Wutu Shensha is far beyond the expectations of the two real people, which makes the real Ge Cang start to feel sad.

Seventy-two grains of Wutu god sand, one grain less and one grain less, neither of the two ancestors of Dandan has the ability to re-refining.

"No, the Wutu Shensha is just something outside of the body. It is not worthwhile to save a few grains so that Jiaolong can find a chance to explode himself."

Master Yang's cultivation is not as good as Master Ge Cang's, but his age is there.

When Master Ge Cang first became a disciple of the Qingfeng Sect, Patriarch Yang was already the leader of the sect.

He respects this senior brother very much, and it can be said that he obeys his words.

Hearing this, Master Ge Cang nodded slightly, pointed at the purple gold gourd, and two more grains of Wutu divine sand exploded.

At the same time, all the Yuanyang divine thunders blasted out from the void, the infinite lightning surged, and the plasma burst out, as if a catastrophe had descended into the world.

The entire sky was overcast, electric arcs jumped everywhere, and a thick layer of water beast corpses piled up on the lake.

All of them were affected by the remaining power of Qiantian Yuanyang God's thunder net, and suffered innocent disasters.

Jiaolong raised his head with difficulty, unable to use his powerful water-type supernatural powers, and felt extremely aggrieved.

The demon core was spat out, and the power from the deepest part of the bloodline inheritance emerged, the blood essence of the whole body gathered, and a bloody little dragon was condensed from the demon core.

The blood-colored little dragon has five claws, a long beard and two horns, and when it appears, it will sweep the audience with monstrous evil spirit, making people tremble.

"Not good! It wants to burn all the essence, blood and flesh to make blood dragon merits!"

Master Yang's complexion changed drastically, not because he was afraid of Jiaolong's desperate fight, but with Master Ge Cang here, the demon king couldn't overthrow the sky.

But this bloodline supernatural power is obviously stimulated by absorbing one's own flesh and blood.

In the blink of an eye, Jiaolong's essence and blood were almost consumed, his figure shriveled rapidly, and more and more bones were exposed at the wound.

Every third-rank demon king has a treasure of flesh and blood on his body, which is enough to move the heart of a real person who has formed an alchemy.

What's more, Jiaolong has the blood of the dragon clan, and its value is even higher than that of monsters of the same level.

If the blood dragon finally drains the flesh and blood, leaving only a skeleton, then the benefits of this Feiyue Lake battle will be greatly reduced.

Master Yang put his hands together, dozens of blades appeared in the formation, and slashed towards the dragon seven inches away.

Countless dragon scales were blown to pieces by Yuanyang Shenlei, but they were all caught by the golden blade, only a few scales were broken, and the body was not even injured.

Even though he knew that Junior Brother Ge was far superior to him in strength, seeing the gap between the Gengxin Golden Saber Formation and Qiantian Yuanyang God's Thunder Net still made Yang Zhenren a little bit embarrassed.

He opened his mouth and spit out a small flag, held it in his hand and waved the flag to unfold, a black divine light flew out from above, and landed on Jiaolong extremely slowly.

It was as if a ten thousand jun heavy mountain was pressing down on the already seriously injured Jiaolong, and the mighty monster body was overwhelmed, and the crisp sound of bones breaking could be heard.

"Senior Brother's Yuan Magnetic Divine Light is becoming more and more powerful..."

Master Ge Cang gave a word of admiration.

This is Yang Zhenren's natal magic weapon Yuanci Breaking Demon Banner, on which is captured a Yuanci divine light that was accidentally obtained two hundred years ago.

Although there is no way to manipulate Yuanmagnetic divine light, but through this magic weapon specially refined by a master craftsman, the divine light can be captured and warmed into a natal magic weapon, which can be indirectly manipulated one or two times.

Yuanci Shenguang refines two levels of magnetic power, which can overcome the five elements in the world, and is one of the top supernatural powers in the world of cultivating immortals.

Yang Zhenren's divine light of Yuanmagnetism cannot be strengthened by cultivation, and cannot be commanded like an arm, but purely in terms of power, it is equally powerful and boundless.

It's just that it's extremely difficult to activate, and it can only be controlled by Wen Yang for nearly two hundred years.

It is impossible for any living creature to be hit by this snail-slow Yuan Magnetic Divine Light.

But when dealing with immobile targets, it's like a fish in water, and it's perfect.

Master Ge Cang sprayed another breath of natal qi on the Yuanyang Divine Thunder. This divine thunder transformed from one to three, and turned into countless three. The arc of lightning intertwined and directly covered the bloody little dragon in it.

The blood-colored little dragon dashed left and right, but as soon as it touched the arc and thunder, it would emit a blue smoke and retreat quickly.

After coming down a few times, the bloody little dragon shrank again.

A quarter of an hour later, the blood-colored little dragon finally let out a venomous dragon cry under the siege and interception of Qiantian Yuanyang God's thunder net, and turned into green smoke and disappeared completely.

The third-order high-grade flood dragon was suppressed by Yuan Magnetic Divine Light, and received two grains of Wutu Divine Sand. The only remaining golden vertical pupil closed weakly, and the demon core fell vertically.

"Hmph! Still want to escape from the soul in front of us!"

Master Yang snorted coldly, and a miniature flood dragon was shaken out, showing anthropomorphic panic, and was directly sucked into a jade purification bottle.

"Congratulations, brother, you can refine a Tier 3 formation flag once you get this Flood Dragon Essence."

Master Ge Cang stretched out his hand to grab it, and the entire flood dragon was picked up by a five-color giant hand, and it was put into the kit bag on his waist.

Yang Zhenren put away the thirty-six formation flags, looked at the anxious battlefield outside, with a faint smile on the corner of his mouth: "First help the juniors clean up these monsters, how to use the dragon materials will be discussed later."