Natural Fairy Species

Chapter 196 Each uses his or her own methods

 The vast smoke waves are surrounded by layers of water curtains.

 A clear sword light rushed out of the formation and flew deep into the Black Mountain at lightning speed.

 The water mist rises and turns into clouds.

The sword light streaked across the sky, leaving deep traces, covered by water mist, obscuring its whereabouts.

 Half an hour later, three rays of light arrived, exuding tyrannical power.

 The leader is shaped like a withered bone, which can be knocked down by the wind. His hands are full of white bones and glow with a ghostly light.

On the left side is a beautiful woman, extremely charming, with an almond-shaped face and peach cheeks, and a pair of eyes like autumn water. She looks at everyone with affection.

 The middle-aged man on the right has gray temples and an ethereal temperament, simultaneously revealing two different feelings of youth and vicissitudes of life.

“Junior Sister, Fellow Daoist Jiang, this is the Qingfeng Gate Villa, and it is also guarded by a third-level formation...”

The voice of the White Bone Master sounds like it is produced by the friction of two bones. It is unpleasant and sour.

“Why don’t we all compete to see who can break through a corner of the formation first?”

“Hee hee, senior brother is a bit higher than us in cultivation, fellow Daoist Jiang has amazing magical powers, no matter how little sister is your opponent, she will definitely be at the bottom.”

The Peach Blossom Fairy speaks with a sweet voice and her big watery eyes sparkle, making people feel pity unconsciously.

“Haha, junior sister, why should you be so modest? I know that you have refined the magic weapon of Peach Blossom and Five Poison Miasma, which has a miraculous effect on this kind of cloud formation..."

On the five slender and sharp bone claws of the White Bone Master, a black spiritual grass appeared, with a mysterious and deep smell.

“Depending on the operation of the formation, there can be at most one Foundation Builder in the formation to successfully preside over it. As long as we guard it a little, we can focus most of our energy on cracking the formation, and we don’t have to worry about the formation’s counterattack.”

“Let me take out this thousand-year-old Xuanyin grass and make it a lucky draw... Whoever breaks the formation first, Fellow Daoist Jiang or Junior Sister, will get it.”

 “He is a real person and worthy of being the leader of a county.”

Jiang Yuhe is wearing a plain Taoist robe and has a casual and unrestrained manner. Matching his youthful and vicissitudes of conflicting temperament, he has a different kind of charm.

“The scenery of Feiyue Lake is unique. A certain Piao Ling has never found a place to settle down in his whole life... He shamelessly wants to ask the real person to make this place a dojo and place his disciples there.”

Master Bai Gu was slightly startled, and a thought came to his mind. However, no change in expression could be seen on his withered and thin face.

“Since Fellow Daoist Jiang has taken a fancy to this place, I should part ways with you...”

 Without any hesitation, he nodded in agreement.

This third-level spiritual vein is indeed tempting, but the Ghost Spirit Sect's war is only to kill the Qingfeng Sect disciples as much as possible and cut off the fresh blood of their next generation.

From now on, only Ge Cang will be left in the Qingfeng Sect, and it will be difficult to turn the tide.

Ge Cang will no longer travel out, looking for opportunities, comprehending the great road, and concentrating on guarding the sect. It would be best.

I have never heard of a monk who could sit behind closed doors and sit for hundreds of years and successfully transform into a baby.

Especially the founders of sects such as Qingfeng Sect, whose founders only completed the elixir formation and have never left the sect of True Monarch Yuanying.

The experience of Guanghua Ying, using several essential elixirs to attack Nascent Soul, can stop him.

What’s more, there is no real fourth-level spiritual land, and the difficulty of overcoming the thunder tribulation to achieve Nascent Soul is multiplied several times.

If Ge Cang can't give up on the road, then as long as he leaves Black Mountain, the Ghost Spirit Sect will be able to repeat what he did today.

Of course, it would be better if the Blood God could spare his time and destroy the Qingfeng Sect himself or make another breakthrough.

There is no need for this long waiting plan.

The last time we teamed up, Master Bai Gu saw Jiang Yuhe's mysterious magic skills. It seemed to be a fusion of other martial arts. Its power was extraordinary, and its combat power could not be measured by its superficial realm.

 Want to use Feiyue Lake as a dojo, whether it is the will of the Blood God or Jiang Yuhe’s personal ideas behind it, the White Bone Master is happy to see it happen.

“Okay, I’m so glad, I’ll definitely help you in destroying the Qingfeng Sect!”

Jiang Yuhe smiled slightly, opened his mouth, and white lotuses rose up, surrounding him in the center.

 As the number of white lotuses increased, the aura continued to climb higher, eventually lifting him to a high place.

Jiang Yuhe flicked his fingers, and white lotus petals flew out, forming a rain of flowers and flying out towards the formation.

 Layers of water curtains are endless and endless.

But once touched by the white lotus, several layers will be eliminated in an instant.

At the same time, so many white lotuses surged up, and the formation in front of them rolled and changed. Hundreds of water curtains were connected to block the white lotuses.

“Senior brother, this person’s skills are naturally peaceful and he has no demonic aura. Is he really a member of the Demon Sect? Could it be that he was born in a righteous way and committed an unforgivable precept before turning to the Blood Demon Sect…”

Peach Blossom Fairy looked surprised and asked secretly.

"Look at his lotus heart, there is a little black light gathering, and the evil energy is deep... In the previous battle against the monks of the Five Elements Sect, this man used his full strength, the black lotus bloomed, and there was extremely pure and extremely evil evil energy emerging, which can consume people's magic power."

Master Bai Gu was a little afraid and sent a message to warn Fairy Peach Blossom.

“This person’s martial arts are of a very high level. They should be above the several magical arts in our sect, and no less powerful than the Blood Sea of ​​Hundred Evils…”

As he spoke, Master Baigu already had a pair of bone hammers in his hands, which were made of countless bones, including the skull of a pill-forming monk, the spine of a third-order monster beast, the mysterious leg bones dug out from ancient tombs that were thousands of years old... little bits of green fireworks. Burning among all kinds of bones, with a cold meaning, it is his magic weapon, the White Bone Poison Fire Hammer.

This pair of white bone poisonous fire hammers has been refined by him for hundreds of years, warmed day and night, and added with countless powerful bones, and finally promoted to a middle-grade magic weapon.

Colliding in the air, the green fireworks suddenly rose up and turned into two bone hammers as big as the room, whizzing down.

The formation was hit by this, and the water curtain burst through dozens of layers, and the water mist rolled violently, like a pot of boiling water.

Peach Blossom Fairy is the least qualified and knows that she will definitely not be able to compare with the other two in terms of her true energy.

Moreover, this formation is so evil that no matter how many layers of water curtain you break, most of it will be restored in an instant.

She turned her snow-white wrist, and a ball of pink miasma fell into her palm, exuding a pleasant sweet smell.

This magic weapon was created when she went out to travel after forming the elixir, and saw a peach grove growing under a volcano in the Southern Chu Kingdom.

According to surrounding villagers, the volcano has been erupting for thousands of years, and this peach grove seems to have been planted thousands of years ago.

They are all first-class spiritual peaches, containing fire spiritual power. Because of the poisonous flames of the volcano, no one has ever picked them.

Over thousands of years, the peach trees have rotted away, and volcanic eruptions have brought out poisonous flames from the center of the earth that continue to burn. The peach forest has a special topography, and when exposed to sunlight, a miasma has formed.

This thousand-year poisonous miasma has accumulated more and more intensely, almost forming an extinct zone around the entire volcano, and all villages and towns within a radius of a hundred miles have been relocated.

As soon as the Peach Blossom Fairy saw this scene, she felt happy and felt that this thing was destined to her.

Although I don’t understand why no monk has discovered the effect of this miasma, it is suitable to be used as the main material of a famous magic weapon of the Ghost Spirit Sect.

 After collecting the Peach Blossom Miasma, the Peach Blossom Fairy changed several poisons and asked someone to refine the prototype of the magic weapon.

 After ten years of refining, she finally had her own magic weapon.

At this time, the Peach Blossom Five Poison Miasma was sacrificed, and the pink miasma in the palm of the hand instantly spread to dozens of acres, dyeing one corner of the 3,600-ring shisha array crimson.

Although Peach Blossom Fairy's attack is not as powerful as the other two, she poses a greater threat to the formation by several points.

 In Feiyue Lake.

Su Li and several elders are each responsible for a formation node and infusing mana.

 But everyone knows that this is just a drop in the bucket.

Three thousand six hundred rings of hookah are rooted in the spiritual veins and connect the entire water body. The spiritual energy they can drive is terrifying.

Unless there are dozens or hundreds of foundation-building monks, there may be obvious additions to the battle strategy.

 The key to whether the formation can support it is Zhou Suqing on the small island in the middle of the lake.

At this time, Zhou Suqing only had the formation disk in her eyes, nothing else in her mind, her eyes were pious, and she used her knowledge of formations to the limit.

"Fortunately, when we first set up the formation, we chose the 3,600-ring hookah formation instead of other third-level formations... In addition to covering the line of sight and shielding the spiritual consciousness, this formation has no means of counter-injury, but it has reached the limit in terms of protective capabilities. , the water curtain is endless and never stops.”

As long as the attacker cannot break through the 3,600 water curtains in an instant, the formation can be restored by just counting the breaths.

 But when the three alchemy monks took action, Zhou Suqing immediately felt heavy pressure.

 She needs to respond to changes in formations and mobilization of spiritual power.

There is a box of high-grade spiritual stones in front of her, exactly thirty yuan, which Patriarch Yang left for her to use to maintain the formation before he left.

If he feels that the formation is in a hurry, Zhou Suqing will not hesitate to throw several high-grade spiritual stones into the formation hub and turn them into pure spiritual power to immediately fill the gap.

“If it’s just this level of attack, I should be able to withstand it for three days…”

Zhou Suqing has a head full of silver hair, and some of the hair roots have died and fell to the ground when touched.

 The third-level formation should be perfectly controlled by a third-level formation mage or a real person.

 With a second-level high-grade formation mage to forcefully control it, one can imagine the mental drain.

 …

Hundreds of thousands of miles away, the headquarters of the Zhengqi Alliance.

In a majestic hall, four monks were sitting on the left and right, discussing matters.

“Fellow Taoists, how do you think about the Ghost Spirit Sect’s large-scale invasion of Qingfeng Sect… Do you want to send an Elder of Danjie to support?”

Danxiamen Zhu Zhenren is the rotating elder of the Zhengqi Alliance. When the leader of the alliance, Jiuhe Taoist, moves to the front line to confront the Blood God Zhenren, all matters of the Zhengqi Alliance will be reported to him.

“I think it’s better to wait and see what happens...who knows whether it’s a conspiracy by the devil to set a trap and want to ambush one of our Danjie elders.”

An old monk in robes with a red face and a white beard and a long beard was there and said in a calm tone.

 “Amitabha...the old monk thinks so too.”

The only Buddhist sect in the Liang Kingdom presided over the ceremony. Monk Ruyi clasped his hands together and looked kindly.

“Besides, the Qingfeng Sect is not a member of my righteous alliance, so there is no need to take such risks to rescue them.”

 “Brother Ke, what do you think?”

Zhu Zhenren turned his attention to the last person in the palace. This person was extremely ugly. He had closed his eyes and meditated since the discussion and said nothing.

"You decide for yourself whether to save or not... I want to go back to retreat. If you have nothing else to do, don't disturb me."

The monk surnamed Ke had a shrill voice, and after finishing speaking, he strode out of the hall.

"Why…"

Zhenren Zhu watched the three elders of the Righteous Alliance bow and leave, and the thousands of words in his heart only formed a long sigh.

The Zhengqi Alliance was originally the product of the union of several sects, and was held together by the powerful strength of the Jiuhe Taoist people.

Rather than being righteous monks who are dissatisfied with the evil deeds of demonic monks, they are essentially a loose organization that has a huge conflict of interest with the demonic sect and stick together to keep warm.

Except for the Zhengqi Sect and Danxia Sect, which have a better atmosphere, their disciples are quite chivalrous and act righteously.

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 No one would be interested in asking these people to take risks to support a remote sect that is out of reach.

 (End of this chapter)