Natural Fairy Species

Chapter 132 Wutu Divine Sand

　　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 swept away in all directions.

 The monks and monster beasts 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-order dragon, but he was only slightly weaker.

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

 Taken 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 swayed, and the lake water behind him surged wildly, forming a torrent.

“It is indeed 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-explode the demon 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 this water area layer by layer, creating a fragmented feeling.

 The monks who were caught in it were immediately moved out.

 The next moment, countless sharp blades of light surged within the array, turning the monsters that fell into it into powder.

 Including three unlucky second-level monsters, they also failed to survive for a while, and their bodies were not found.

As the only third-level formation mage 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, it is of course a delusion to kill the third-order high-grade dragon. 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 wants to escape, it twists the void and creates a barrier.

 Otherwise, if such a dragon escapes, even winning the Feiyue Lake wasteland reclamation war is far from being considered a full 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.

Tian Linggen's qualifications, the progress of practice is brave, and has never encountered any bottlenecks before.

No matter which method you practice, you will have a smooth journey, and you can even innovate based on the previous ones.

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

 Already heading towards the fourth level that only the founder of the sect can reach.

The opportunities for his own good fortune are also great. Before forming the elixir, he mistakenly entered the ancient secret realm and harvested the elixir-forming spiritual object and a set of third-level puppet inheritance.

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

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

"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-skin gourd and bowed respectfully.

The purple-skinned gourd grew in the wind, spraying out a touch of sacred sand, which lined 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 dots of sacred sand.

 Drilling toward the water, hoping 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 water holes at the bottom of the lake.

As long as it hides at the bottom of the lake, no one at the same level can take it.

　　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 real energy.

 The Gengxin Golden Sword Formation was launched at full strength, with thirty-six formation flags sharing the attack from the dragon, confining the entire water area.

 But the amount of true energy required every moment was too much for Yang Zhenren, the ancestor of the Pill 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.

Jiaolong was blocked by the formation and caught up with the divine sand. After the first two **** hit, it exploded.

 The powerful physical body of the third-level demon king can only resist slightly 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, leaving a wound deep enough to show the bones.

There are a total of seventy-two grains of this sacred sand, all of 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, the result will be astonishing.

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.

 After a thousand years of being untouched, no one knows how powerful the seventy-two grains of Wutu Divine Sand have been.

Each grain of Wutu sacred sand contains the essence of Wutu that has been tempered to the extreme. In addition to its terrifying lethality, it can also stir up 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 missing.

 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?”

Ge Cangzhenren waved his hands, and divine thunders were hidden around him to prevent them from being released. It was 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.

Thunder arcs are dispersed and connected together, and the killing range and power of each divine thunder are increased geometrically. 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 sacred 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.

At the beginning, a demon cultivator in the late stage of forming elixirs was defeated by the founder of the Qingfeng sect. In desperation, he tried to destroy his golden elixirs and went to **** together.

 It was the Wutu Shensha that interrupted the self-destruction process, and he died with hatred.

Ge Cangzhenren is confident enough in his own strength, but the third-level high-grade monster self-destructs its inner elixir, and I am afraid that no one below Yuanying Zhenjun can escape from it.

Now the magic of the Wutu Divine Sand far exceeded the expectations of the two masters, which made Master Ge Cang begin to feel heartache.

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

“No, the Wutu Divine Sand is just an external possession. It’s not cost-effective to save a few grains so that the dragon can find the opportunity to self-destruct.”

Yang Zhenren's cultivation level is not as good as Ge Cangzhen'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 had great respect for this senior brother, 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 rushed, and plasma burst out, like a catastrophe coming to the world.

 The entire sky became gloomy, arcs of electricity 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 God'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 spat out, and the power originating from the deepest part of the bloodline inheritance emerged. The essence and blood all over the body gathered together, and a small **** dragon condensed from the demon pill.

The little **** 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.

 “Not good! It wants to burn all the essence, blood and body to make more food for the blood dragon!”

Mr. Yang's expression changed drastically. It was not because he was afraid of the dragon's desperate fight. With Master Ge Cang here, this demon king could not overthrow the sky.

  But this bloodline magical power is obviously stimulated 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 out, and his body was shrinking rapidly, and more and more bones were exposed at the wound.

Each 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 has dragon blood, 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 towards the dragon seven inches away.

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

Even though he knew that Junior Brother Ge was far stronger than him, seeing the gap between 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. He waved the flag in his hand and unfolded it. A black divine light flew out from it and landed on the dragon very slowly.

Like a huge mountain pressing down, 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 Yuan Magnetic Divine Light is becoming more and more powerful...”

Ge Cangzhenren praised.

This is Zhenren Yang’s natal magic weapon, the Yuan Magnetic Demonic Breaking Banner. On it is a photo of the Yuan Magnetic 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 magic weapon specially made by the master of the weapon refiner to absorb the divine light and warm it into a natal magic weapon, you can indirectly control one or two.

  The divine light of Yuan Magnetic can refine two levels of magnetic power 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 in terms of pure power, it is equally powerful and boundless.

 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.

 No living creature can be hit by this snail-slow magnetic divine light.

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

Ge Cangzhenren sprayed another mouthful of natal elixir energy on the Yuanyang Divine Thunder. This divine thunder turned one into three, and the three into countless. The arc and thunder light intertwined and directly covered the little **** dragon in it.

The little **** 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 **** dragon shrank in size again.

Fifteen minutes later, the little **** dragon finally let out a vicious dragon roar as it was being chased and intercepted by Qiantian Yuanyang Shen's thunder net, and turned into blue smoke and disappeared completely.

The third-level high-grade dragon was suppressed by Yuanci's divine light, and received two grains of Wutu divine sand. The remaining golden vertical pupil closed helplessly, and the demon core 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, I have obtained this dragon essence, and I can refine a third-order 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 take care of these monsters first, and we will discuss how to use the dragon materials later."

 (End of this chapter)