Natural fairy species

boom!

The majestic and powerful fist energy collided with the white inner elixir, setting off a terrifying storm. The lake surface sank ten feet and rolled away in all directions.

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

"happy!"

The five-color light armor exploded into pieces, and the figure fell back dozens of feet. He stabilized his figure and looked up to the sky and roared.

Someone actually used his physical body to challenge a third-level dragon, but he was only slightly weaker.

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

He took out a pill and swallowed it, his complexion changed, and the five-color light armor reappeared.

The dragon roared and took back the inner elixir.

The two-legged beast opposite me was obviously not as good as myself, but I felt threatened.

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

"As expected, it is a third-level high-grade dragon... Junior brother Ge, use the treasure left by the ancestor to prevent it from having the chance to self-destruct the demonic elixir!"

The breeze blew slightly, and a thin and thin old man appeared like a ghost. Thirty-six formation flags in his hand fell into the lake.

Thirty-six light pillars soaring into the sky cut the waters layer by layer, creating a fragmented feeling.

The monk who was trapped in it was immediately moved out.

The next moment, countless sharp sword lights surged within the formation, rolling the monsters that fell into it into powder.

Among them were three unlucky second-level monsters, which also failed to survive for a while and their bodies were gone.

As the only third-level formation master in the Qingfeng Sect, Yang Zhenren turned his attention to the formation after losing hope.

In recent years, he has mastered the magical power of forming formations instantly.

Gengxin Golden Sword Formation, this quasi-third level formation is his proud work.

With this formation, killing the third-order high-grade dragon is of course a delusion. It mainly serves 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 wanted to escape, it distorted the void and created a barrier.

Otherwise, if such a dragon escapes, even winning the Feiyue Lake land reclamation war will be far from a complete success.

As for whether he can win, he has full confidence in his junior brother Ge, whose talent is the strongest after the founder of the Qingfeng sect.

He has Tianling root qualifications, and his progress in practice is outstanding. He has almost never encountered any bottlenecks before forming the elixir.

No matter which method you practice, you will have a smooth journey, and you can even innovate on the basis of predecessors.

Even the five-crystal glazed body, a puzzling metaphysical body-training technique, had already reached the third level early.

It is already heading towards the fourth level that only the founder of the sect can reach.

His own blessings and opportunities were also great. Before forming the pill, he mistakenly entered the ancient secret realm and harvested the pill-forming spiritual object and a set of third-level puppet inheritance.

After forming the elixir, he received the inheritance of Yuanyang Divine Thunder and became the evil nemesis that made the ghost spirit sect monks fearful.

With such a junior brother and Nascent Soul in sight, even though he doesn't have much time left to live, Master Yang is not worried at all about the future of Qingfeng Sect after his death.

"receive!"

After Yang Zhenren arranged the formation, he offered a golden bowl and absorbed most of the torrent set off by the dragon.

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

The purple-skinned gourd grows in the wind, sprays out a touch of sacred sand, and lines up in the sky like stars, covering the dragon from top to bottom, left and right.

The dragon twisted his body uneasily, feeling the heart-stopping power from the bits of divine sand.

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

Jiaolong itself is a third-level water monster. He has been in Feiyue Lake since he was born, and he is well aware of the undercurrents and caves at the bottom of the lake.

As long as it hides at the bottom of the lake, even three or five beings of the same level cannot take it down.

Bang!

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

Yang Zhenren holds a high-grade spiritual stone in one hand, converting spiritual power into true essence.

The Gengxin Golden Sword Formation was fully activated, with thirty-six formation flags sharing the attack from the dragon, confining the entire water area.

But the true energy required every moment was too much for Yang Zhenren, the ancestor of the alchemy formation, and the true energy in the sea of ​​​​qi flowed crazily.

You can only use high-grade spiritual stones to replenish your true energy in a luxurious way.

The dragon was blocked by the formation for a moment, and the divine sand caught up with him. The first two pellets hit him and exploded.

The powerful body of the third-level demon king could only offer some resistance in front of the divine sand.

It directly penetrated the scales on the dragon's body, and went straight into the body like a drill, exploding a wound deep enough to show the bone.

There are a total of seventy-two grains of such sacred sand, which were refined by the founder of the Qingfeng Sect's Kaisect who collected the essence of Wutu from deep within the earth's veins.

After being refined, it is placed in a spiritual object called a purple-skin gourd and kept warm day and night. Once it is sacrificed, it will be shocking.

This rare treasure has been enshrined in the secret place where the sect's spiritual energy is the purest since the founder of the sect passed away.

It has not been moved for thousands of years, and no one knows how powerful the seventy-two grains of Wutu sacred sand have been.

Each grain of Wutu Divine Sand contains the essence of Wutu that has been tempered to the extreme. In addition to its terrifying lethality, it can also stir the earth's veins.

As soon as one particle exploded, a circle of invisible force vibrated, causing the dragon to wail continuously. Several of his natal magical powers were pulled by a majestic gravity just as he was about to use them, making him unable to continue.

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

The painful dragon rolled crazily on the ground, and the blood stained the lake surface red.

"Senior Brother Yang, why don't you let me take the life of this evil beast with the Divine Thunder Net?"

Master Ge Cang waved his hands, and divine thunders were hidden in the surroundings. They were his favorite magical power, Yuanyang Divine Thunder.

Don't look at the gentle light of thunder at this time. As long as you think about it, it will turn into the most violent thunder.

The thunder arcs are dispersed and connected together, and the killing range and power of each divine thunder are increased exponentially. This is the highest state of Yuanyang Divine Thunder, Qiantian Yuanyang Divine Thunder Net.

According to the handbook of the founder of the Kaisect, the Wutu Divine Sand carries the essence of the earth and is so powerful that it cannot be resisted.

Moreover, the gravity of earth veins has the wonderful effect of interrupting spellcasting, and it has obvious restraint on magical powers such as self-destruction and disintegration.

Back then, a late-stage demon cultivator who formed the elixir was defeated by the founder of the Qingfeng sect, and in desperation tried to destroy his golden elixir and go to hell together.

It was Wutu Shensha who interrupted the self-destruction process and died with hatred.

Master Ge Cang is confident enough in his own strength, but if the third-level high-grade demonic beast self-destructs its inner elixir, I am afraid that no one below Nascent Soul Master will be able to escape from it.

Now the magic of the Wutu Divine Sand far exceeded the two masters' expectations, and Master Ge Cang began to feel heartache.

The seventy-two grains of Wutu Divine Sand were reduced by one grain, and neither of the two pill-forming ancestors had the ability to re-refine it.

"No, the Wutu Divine Sand is just an external possession. It is not worthwhile to save a few grains so that Jiaolong can find the opportunity to self-destruct."

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

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

He respected this senior brother very much, and it could be said that he obeyed his advice.

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

At the same time, all the Yuanyang Divine Thunder blasted out in the void, endless electric light surged, and plasma burst out, like a catastrophe coming to the world.

The entire sky became gloomy, electric arcs could be seen jumping everywhere, and a thick layer of water beast corpses piled up on the lake.

They were all affected by the residual power of Qiantian Yuanyang Shen's thunder net and suffered unreasonable disasters.

Jiaolong raised his head with difficulty, unable to use all his powerful water magic powers, and was extremely frustrated.

The demon pill was spit out, and the power originating from the deepest part of the bloodline inheritance emerged. The essence and blood of the whole body gathered together, and a small bloody dragon condensed from the demon pill.

The little bloody dragon has five claws, a long beard and two horns. As soon as it appears, a monstrous evil aura sweeps over the entire place, making people tremble.

"No! It wants to burn all the essence, blood and body to make more supplies for the blood dragon!"

Yang Zhenren's expression changed drastically. It was not that he was afraid of the dragon's desperate fight. With Zhenren Ge Cang here, this demon king could not change the world.

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

In the blink of an eye, all the essence and blood in Jiaolong's body was almost burned away, and his body shriveled up rapidly, with more and more bones exposed at the wound.

Every third-level demon king has precious flesh and blood, which is enough to make a real Dan-Jie master's heart flutter.

What's more, the dragon's body 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.

Yang Zhenren put his hands together, and dozens of blades appeared in the formation, slashing at seven inches from the dragon.

Countless dragon scales were blasted to pieces by the Yuanyang Divine Thunder, but when faced with the golden blade, they were all caught. Only a few scales were broken, and the main body was not even injured.

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

He opened his mouth and spit out a small flag, waved it in his hand and unfolded it. A black divine light flew out from above and landed on the dragon very slowly.

It was like a huge mountain was pressing down on it, and the seriously injured dragon was firmly suppressed. The powerful monster's body was overwhelmed, and the cracking sound of bones could be heard.

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

Master Ge Cang praised.

This is Master Yang's natal magic weapon, the Yuanci Demon Banner. On it is a piece of Yuanci divine light that he accidentally obtained two hundred years ago.

Although there is no way to control the divine light of the magnetic field, through this magical weapon specially made by the master of the weapon refiner to absorb the divine light and warm it to form a natal magic weapon, you can indirectly control one or two.

The divine light of Yuanci can refine two levels of magnetism and conquer all five elements in the world. It is one of the top magical powers in the world of immortality.

Yang Zhenren's primordial magnetic divine light cannot be enhanced through cultivation, nor can it be commanded like an arm, but it is equally powerful in terms of pure power.

It's just that it's extremely difficult to activate, and it can only be managed with difficulty after being warmed for nearly two hundred years.

It is impossible for any living creature to be hit by this snail-slow 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 mouthful of natal elixir energy on the Yuanyang Divine Thunder. This divine thunder transformed from one to three, and the three to countless. The arc and thunder light intertwined and directly covered the little blood dragon in it.

The little bloody dragon rushed left and right, but as soon as it touched the arc lightning, it would emit a stream of blue smoke and quickly retreat.

After a few times, the little bloody dragon shrank in size again.

A quarter of an hour later, the bloody little dragon finally let out a vicious dragon roar while being chased and intercepted by Qian Tian Yuanyang's divine thunder net, and turned into blue smoke and disappeared completely.

The third-level high-grade dragon was suppressed by the divine light of Yuanci and suffered two more grains of Wutu divine sand. The remaining golden vertical pupil closed powerlessly, and the demon pill fell vertically.

"Hmph! You still want to escape from your soul in front of us!"

Yang Zhenren snorted coldly, and a mini version of the dragon was shaken out, showing an anthropomorphic look of panic, and was directly sucked into a jade purification bottle.

"Congratulations, senior brother. With this dragon essence, you can refine a third-level formation flag again."

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

Yang Zhenren put away the thirty-six formation flags, looked at the scorching battlefield outside, and said with a faint smile: "Help the juniors deal with these monsters first, and we will discuss how to use the dragon materials later."