Cultivating immortals is a hard job

Then the huge beast body was knocked back.

Just one move shocked the green dragon.

He was only at the middle stage of the Nascent Soul, but he showed the strength of the late stage.

Although it was only a small realm, at the Nascent Soul level, it was almost the same as the difference between heaven and earth.

Many Nascent Soul cultivators often need hundreds of years of practice to improve one level, which is enough to see the difference.

The green dragon narrowed its huge eyes slightly, and it almost forgot that the guy in front of it was still a physical cultivator with extraordinary strength.

Of course, even if the human cultivators practiced the body, no matter how high their achievements were, they could hardly be compared with the monsters.

But with the double superposition of mana and flesh, it was no different from facing the attacks of two middle stage Nascent Souls at the same time.

In addition, the serious injury had not healed, which led to a hidden loss.

While the green dragon's mind was racing, Mo Xun did not stop attacking.

The sword in his hand flashed, and dozens of red sword beams flew out, wrapping around the green dragon.

At the same time, hundreds of Qingyun swords danced in the air, turning into streams of light, slashing at the dark green scales, making a series of harsh sounds of pig iron hitting each other.

The green dragon swung its body, causing the surrounding space to distort.

An invisible strong wind swept out, blocking thousands of sword shadows.

The next moment, the green dragon suddenly felt a pain in its sea of ​​consciousness.

It groaned, but that was all.

"You don't have to use your hands to attack this spiritual consciousness!"

As the voice fell, the green dragon waved its giant claws, and the condensed magic power slapped out like a substance.

Mo Xun only felt an invisible mountain crashing into him, almost knocking him off balance.

In mid-air, when he stabilized his body, a trace of blood had already flowed from the corner of his mouth.

However, there was not much panic on his face.

After this back and forth, he finally understood that the real strength of the green dragon was only equivalent to that of a late-stage great cultivator at most.

Compared with the past, it was far worse.

Under such circumstances, he had nothing to fear.

But to be honest, he didn't want to fight this beast head-on.

On the one hand, it was not easy to defeat the opponent at their level, and it would not work without paying a price in many cases.

On the other hand, it was meaningless!

Even if he severely injured or killed the opponent, he would not get much benefit.

Of course, if his strength allowed, he would not mind subduing this evil obstacle in front of him.

This level of monster is full of treasures.

Scaled beast tendons are excellent refining materials, and beast blood can be used to refine high-level talismans, even the soul, which is also very useful.

His Tongbao gun still lacks a weapon spirit.

Although the original weapon spirit of the Tongbao gun is a dragon, a dragon should be enough.

Since he had tested the depth, Mo Xun did not want to continue to entangle.

But he secretly pinched a Dao formula with his fingers in his sleeves, and then a clone flew out of his body and disappeared into the void silently.

The "Clone Formula" he got from Lu Wushen that year was the last one he practiced.

So far, he can only evolve one or two clones.

It is said that after this formula is perfected, there will be thousands of Dharma bodies.

If it is in a battle, just waving those clones in front of the formation can scare a large group.

However, the clone is still a clone, and in terms of combat power, it is naturally not comparable to the original body. In Mo Xun's opinion, it can only help him with some sneak attacks or rescue hostages.