natural fairy species

Chapter 231
The monk with long eyebrows holds a treasure wheel in one hand and a flower seal in the other.

The face on the left is compassionate and smiling, full of Buddha's light and Zen.

The right face is full of murderous intent, in the state of angry eyes.

The conflict between the two was strong, but it didn't prevent him from stroking away layers of sword light with his left hand. Countless Buddha lights gathered on the treasure wheel and smashed it down heavily.

It seems to open up the world and rebuild the earth, water, wind and fire.

"Worthy of being the most outstanding master of origin among the disciples of the Bowl-raising Arhat. A hundred years ago, he made a great wish to eliminate demons and defend the Tao, and today it has begun to take shape... The Buddhist King Kong can also prove the way of the Arhat."

When Yan Yuanzai saw this scene, he clapped his hands in admiration and praised him generously.

Wan Teng only felt that the space in front of him was cracked inch by inch, and the sword light was like rootless sand that would disperse as soon as he was beaten, returning to the vitality of heaven and earth.

I wanted to activate my natal Feijian and give it another go, but I thought that the secret technique would damage Feijian's spirituality, and it would take at least 30 years of cultivation in the dantian to recover.

Giving up on this move, he just swung the flying sword horizontally and pushed out the lotus seeds in his hand.

Under the bombardment of the treasure wheel, the sword light collapsed fragilely, until it hit Wan Tu's body, the lotus seeds remained silent.

"No!"

Wan Teng shouted in despair, wanting to sacrifice two life-saving secret treasures, but it was too late.

From the shoulders to the body, extending to the head and limbs, it is like a piece of broken ceramics, cracked into countless pieces, falling apart.

A real person who had successfully formed an alchemy died in the ring like this.

Blood splattered on a corner of the arena, and was quickly absorbed and disappeared.

"Not right!"

Xingyao sword came out of its sheath and turned into a cluster of stars spinning around Yan Yuanzai, like a galaxy.

As an experienced sword repairman, he immediately felt the strangeness of the atmosphere.

They have already decided to end up in the arena fighting style situation, giving both sides a step down, why did it really become a life-and-death fight.

A monk with perfect alchemy is the most important combat force no matter which sect he is in.

He circled Bai Zichen and Qi Yue into the starlight and sword light, and looked up towards the high platform.

The person who can make a moth in front of two Nascent Soul cultivators is either a Da Zhenjun in the late Nascent Soul stage, or the problem lies between the two.

boom!
An arena finally couldn't bear the fluctuations of the true energy of both sides, and was directly blown to pieces, and a Bodhi Buddha Bead flew back to the arhat holding the bowl.

Master Ge Cang is wearing a five-color glazed armor, with layers of flames flowing, as if the gods descended.

The eyes are pitch black, there is a sea of ​​thunder in the left eye, and a towering building in the right eye, holding a wooden tower in his hand.

The thunder light dissipated, revealing Lu Rugao in the center of the arena. Three dragon beasts were smashed by the divine thunder, spitting blood, and their momentum was sluggish.

"Brother Ge Dao, it seems that the situation is different..."

As soon as Yan Yuanzai finished speaking, he felt the entire Burial Valley shake, the ground cracked, and infinite demonic energy rose.

All the thousand coffins that entered the valley exploded, and a ghostly aura was cast into the cracks in the ground.

Click!

Two sky-supporting giant hands emerged from the crack, with indigo magic flames burning on them, and countless magic lines were painted on the back of the five fingers, just looking at it would sink into the magic barrier.

The monks who built the foundation of the Holy Lotus Sect were attacked by the demonic energy, their eyes were red, their figures became bigger and broke their Taoist robes, and they became demons directly.

"It can affect the environment and transform surrounding monks into demons...an ancient demon!"

Yan Yuanzai put away his bold and unrestrained attitude, and said in shock.

The ancient demon refers to the demon race from the upper realm, and it is completely two concepts from the demonic monks in the world of cultivating immortals.

The ancient demons in the upper realm are all existences of the refining level. In the case that the highest in this realm can only accommodate the existence of Huashen, they are restricted by the laws of heaven and earth and still have the ultimate strength of the human world to complete the transformation of gods.

"In ancient times, a banished immortal fell here. I'm afraid it's not a lie... Maybe there really was a banished fairy who fought with the ancient demon and fell here, or the protagonist in the rumors is this ancient demon, who was sealed here by the ancient power."

At this time, Master Ge Cang's aura is ethereal and unattainable.

He looked over the Immortal Burial Valley, and at some point black chains appeared, sealing off the place.

"It was beaten to the brink of death, and it was sealed for tens of thousands of years. The newly born ancient demon has at most Nascent Soul-level strength... As long as the release of the ancient demon is not made by those two, we still have a chance to escape."

"This black chain is equivalent to a Tier [-] formation, what's the chance?"

After falling into desperation, Yan Yuanzai did not panic, his expression was calm and serious, and a little bit of starlight flew out of the Xingyao sword in his hand and scattered into the valley.

"The birth of an ancient demon requires immeasurable demon energy. These black chains may be drained of energy and will not last long."

When Master Ge Cang made a calm judgment, there were two more loud bangs, and the remaining two arenas were also broken.

Countless blood shadows flew up and merged into a human form, revealing a somewhat embarrassed real blood god.

Fang Tiansheng turned into a half-dragon form, with the entanglement of true energy and demon power in his body, unexpectedly forming a state of balance.

The four alchemy masters looked at each other, they were all experienced monks, and they instantly became temporary allies.

……

"It's you?"

At the moment when a crack appeared in the Immortal Burial Valley and the ancient demon appeared, True Monarch Nine Lotus blurted out to the arhat holding the bowl.

"It turns out that the benefactor also knows the inside story of this place... Amitabha, the Valley of Burial Immortals is not a good place, and the poor monk will go back!"

Bowl-holding Arhat threw up the golden bowl in his hand, covered his three disciples and the ancient surname Lingnong, and shot straight into the sky.

A giant black palm slapped it, and the golden bowl rushed straight through, leaving a round hole in the giant palm.

"not him?"

Nine Lotus True Monarch muttered to himself, and at the same time wrapped Peng Zefeng and the remaining monks of the Holy Lotus Sect into Taoist robes, protected by nine green lotuses, and shattered the demon palms close to him.

"This is the moment, let's use our abilities and rush out of the valley!"

Seeing that the ancient demon crawled out of the crack in the ground again, his arms could already be seen, and the black chain on the top of his head was a little weaker.

Behind Master Ge Cang appeared a hundred-foot-high giant, holding a thunder hammer, and slammed it down. Within a radius of ten miles, there was a burst of thunder, and countless lightning lights gathered in the clouds.

A divine thunder as thick as a pillar struck the black chain, directly shattering two sections.

Yan Yuanzai held the Xingyao sword, and a sword talisman slowly fell down, erupting a terrifying wave of true energy.

A not-so-powerful but completely different force poured into his arm, controlling the Xingyao Sword and swinging it heavily.

It was clearly thunderous and mighty. It was the first time Bai Zichen had seen a sword in his life, but there was only the light of the sword, and the light of the stars was extinguished.

It landed on the black chain, and cut off a complete chain along the break in an instant, revealing the clear sky outside.

The star light and sword light were put away, and Yan Yuanzai rushed out of the Immortal Burial Valley with the three of them.

When he turned around, the black chain had grown back halfway, and Fang Tiansheng had his hands and legs entangled by the chain when he rushed out.

Fang Tiansheng showed ruthlessness, and three dragon claws grew out of his right hand, and he swiped violently.

With one hand and one leg left directly in the Valley of Burying Immortals, with a whistling sound, the Gold-Tuning Dragon appeared from a distance.

He lay on Tunjin Dixinglong's body, and cast a thankful look at Master Ge Cang and Yan Yuanzai.

Immediately, the natal spirit beast ran wildly and left without looking back.

"This matter is weird, let's leave first..."

The power of the sword talisman has not yet been exhausted, and the Xingyao sword can fully exert the power of the fourth-order flying sword in Yan Yuanzai's hands. At this moment, there is not much difference between him and Yuanying Zhenjun.

But thinking of the hasty departure of the two Nascent Soul monks and the ancient demon born in the valley, Yan Yuanzai knew that he was not something he could easily get involved with.

"Why don't you go back to Tianhe Sword Sect first? With Martial Uncle Tang here, even if the two Nascent Soul Masters are behind the scenes, this matter can be investigated clearly!"

"Okay, Brother Yan will take care of you on this journey."

The giant dispersed behind Master Ge Cang, his aura dropped sharply, and he could barely maintain the state of the early stage of alchemy.

Considering that this state is not safe enough to return to the Qingfeng sect, mainly because he hasn't figured out Zhenjun Jiulian's attitude in this matter, he dare not take risks.

With Tang Fei, a monk in the middle stage of Yuanying, sitting in the town, Tianhe Sword Sect should be the safest place at the moment.

The four of them boarded the flying boat and flew towards Tianhe Jianzong.

After a while, a thin and almost transparent blood shadow flew out of the Immortal Burial Valley, and the blood god was so weak that it seemed that he would be blown away by the mountain wind.

Just as he was looking back at the Valley of Burying Immortals, a hill-like demon palm descended from the sky, holding the real Blood God in his hand.

"what?"

A small blood-red sword pierced the demon's palm, wrapping the comatose blood god real person, and he was several miles away in a snap of his fingers.

The blood was looming, and the little blood red sword flew in a straight line towards the south, at a speed comparable to that of Nascent Soul True Monarch.

The voice was indistinguishable between male and female, and there were no more sounds, and the magic palm spread out, as if it had never appeared.

Only the roar of the ancient demon in the Burial Valley became louder and louder, until half of the demon's body got out of the ground, and a silver chain appeared above the valley.

The ancient demon kept hitting the seal, but the remaining half of his body could no longer take a step forward.

……

Bai Zichen never expected that the first time he left Liang Guo was under such circumstances.

Originally, I just went out with Master Ge Cang to observe the fighting skills among high-ranking monks at close range, and to broaden my knowledge.

But the development of the situation later dazzled him, and he couldn't react to what happened.

The terrifying ancient demon that crawled out of the ground could crush hundreds of himself to death with one finger, making him realize that he was still so weak.

Of course, this is because he came to an occasion that he should not have entered.

The participants in the Valley of Burying Immortals are all real people who have completed the realm of alchemy, like Yan Yuanzai, who can even master the fourth-level methods in a short period of time.

There were also two Nascent Soul cultivators present.

Even if you travel all over the four countries in the Northern Territory, it is very difficult to encounter such a scene again.

"Junior Brother Bai, I suddenly feel that the war between us and Ghost Spirit Sect is like child's play..."

Qi Yue was greatly shocked, and he only spoke for the first time after he had been in Tianhe Jianzong for two days.

"Do you think this matter is caused by the two Nascent Soul True Monarchs who want to kill Master and the monks who are hoping for Nascent Soul. If they all die, I am afraid that there will be no new Nascent Soul True Monarchs in Liang Kingdom for hundreds of years."

"It's not like, is it true that the Bowl Arhat will sacrifice his disciples to perfect the Nine Lotus True Monarch?"

Bai Zichen shook his head, he had considered a lot in the past few days.

Limited by his cultivation, he may not be able to consider some advanced aspects, but Qi Yue's guess is definitely untenable.

"If it's like what you said, if they stop the ancient demons a little bit, it will be very difficult for us to escape from the Immortal Burial Valley."

"But the two Nascent Soul cultivators must know something, and they acquiesced in the birth of the ancient demon... The mystery in the middle is something that we, the Foundation Establishment cultivators, cannot prove. We will ask after Uncle Ge Cang returns, rather than guessing by ourselves."

(End of this chapter)