Family cultivation of immortality: starting from Jiuhua Mountain

Chapter 71 Bloody Battle with Han Yuanze IV

With the help of the formation and the triple defense, Chen Yuhua fought back and forth with dozens of demonic beasts in one moment, and his personal role was no less than that of a monk from the Zifu.

With such a desperate style of play, the situation on the court that was about to get out of control was further suppressed in an instant, and the situation was prevented from deteriorating.

The monks from the Purple Mansion of Qingyuan Sect above Hanyuan Ze also knew that the monks below could not hold out for long, so they each took out their trump cards and accelerated the pace of their attack.

"Junior Brother Feng, please quickly support Senior Brother Li and Junior Brother Jiang. The three of us will work together to kill the Blue Jiao as quickly as possible. I can handle the Mo Jiao by myself."

As soon as he finished speaking, a flying ring emitting dazzling golden light flew out of Shen Yuntong's sleeves and was tightly bound to Mo Jiao's torso.

No matter how hard it tries to break free, it can't break free.

Just when the foundation-building monks were struggling to hold on by Hanyuan Ze, the situation became increasingly difficult, and everyone was despairing, a golden long spear pierced the void and struck.

After hearing this sound, everyone saw Shen Yuntong offering a fifth-level cyan jade talisman [Earth-Splitting Golden Ge] with a look of pain on his face. Mo Jiao suddenly suffered heavy damage, and a large amount of spiritual blood dragon scales spattered out.

Seeing this, the low-level monks in the field dispersed in formation, and many Qi-training monks stepped forward to grab it.

The spiritual blood of a fourth-level dragon is indeed precious. Just a few drops are worth hundreds of spiritual stones. This is undoubtedly a huge income for a Qi-training monk.

However, when they were looting, the flying swords in the field instantly struck through the air, killing dozens of Qi Practitioners who were looting.

"Anyone who dares to leave the formation without permission or disobey orders will die!"

The bloody lesson was right in front of them, and all the Qi Practitioners in the scene were frightened and immediately stopped looting.

Mo Jiao, who was hit hard, let out a roar, and then used the fourth-level demon elixir to attack Shen Yuntong, a monk from the Purple Mansion of Qingyuan Sect.

He first opened up a fourth-level high-grade defensive magic weapon, the Golden Gang Shield, and lowered golden light curtains to resist the attack of the Black Dragon Demon Pill. At the moment of blocking, a red gold dry flame sword in his hand flew into the air and slashed down. The fourth-level ink dragon was nailed in the void.

The remaining fourth-level low-grade blue dragon with even weaker magic power is about to face the siege of four Zifu monks.

In the fierce battle, Chen Yuhua felt that time passed very slowly, as if every minute and every second was a kind of suffering.

The pressure was pressing hard on Chen Yuhua's heart, and his magic power was about to run out, and his robes were stained with blood. At this time, he was still holding on to six or seven third-level monsters.

Fortunately, his spiritual pet Thunder Feather Golden Eagle continuously releases spells to disturb the enemy in the air, attracting the firepower of monsters for him, which greatly reduces his burden.

Time passed like this, minute by minute, as if every second was torture, but he still endured it for less than half an hour.

The Zifu battlefield in the sky was about to come to an end. Seeing that something was not right, the fourth-order blue dragon turned around and wanted to escape.

However, it was too late. Shen Yuntong, who had killed the fourth-level ink dragon, had already arrived.

"Buzz!"

With a crisp sound, the scarlet golden ring immediately erupted into dazzling golden flames, burning and binding the fourth-order blue dragon.

It's a pity that it can no longer escape. Under the constant siege of the four Zifu monks, it is exhausted.

"Groan."

I saw the flying swords in the hands of the four Zifu monks of Qingyuan Sect circling and combining, and the sword light soared into the sky.

There was fear in the blue dragon's eyes, but he had no time to do anything else. His head was cut off by a four-color sword light that shot up into the sky, and a large amount of the dragon's spiritual blood was sprinkled in the air.

(End of this chapter)