Natural Fairy Species

Chapter 230 The True Meaning of the Double Avenue

The bone dagger flashed, teleported away again, and appeared in Lu Rugao's hand.

 “You are actually a physical practitioner too!”

Lu Rugao’s expression changed drastically. This bone dagger came from an ancient palace.

 It has no specific grade and cannot be completely refined.

It is not like a magic weapon, but more like a native alien bone, which has only been roughly polished and shaped to make this bone blade.

Does not have any additional magical powers, but can achieve near-teleportation and break through the void.

Moreover, the bone blade has the characteristic of ignoring defense. Many of the monks who died in Lu Rugao's hands relied on their protective magic weapons to think they were safe.

But the bone blade penetrated easily like a hot knife going into butter.

 At the very least, Lu Rugao's own Nine Dragon Evil Body would certainly not be able to block the bone blade.

So when I saw Master Ge Cang receiving the blow from the bone blade with his physical body, his eyes widened.

 “Damn northern barbarian... I have wasted all my accumulation over the past hundred years on you!”

Lu Rugao thought of the Alchemist's private instructions and shouted angrily. Nine dragons appeared behind him, each with a demon pill in its mouth.

The nine dragons circled, raising his momentum to an incredible level.

 These are all dragon beasts that died in his hands, and his souls were extracted using secret methods and incorporated into his body.

And refined the inner elixir of the third-level monster into an existence that is almost like a magic weapon.

This is Lu Rugao's real trump card. It took him a whole hundred years to find the essence of the nine-headed dragon that he killed and the demon pill to burn together.

At this moment, Lu Rugao was equivalent to having the combined help of nine third-order peak monsters.

 It is definitely not comparable to the True Lord Yuanying in terms of quality, but it is not much worse in terms of quantity.

With one punch, the nine dragon beasts roared, and the entire arena space shook, possibly collapsing at any time.

 “Well done!”

Ge Cangzhen's eyes lit up, he stepped out, and also flashed to the other side of the ring at a speed that was almost teleporting.

Tianya activated, this overwhelming punch that suppressed the void fell directly into the void, smashing the ring into cracks.

Ge Cang pinched his fingers and chanted a curse, and there was a thunder, as if a gap opened in the sky, and infinite divine thunder fell, seeming to destroy everything.

 In the entire arena, only lightning flashed and thunder resounded.

"Brother Ge's thunder method already has a hint of heavenly tribulation. It can be said that it has reached the state of transformation... If we can survive the catastrophe of transforming into an infant and integrate the power of heavenly thunder, I am afraid there is a real chance that the divine thunder will have spirit and be nurtured in extinction." The realm of transformation into vitality.”

Yan Yuanzai looked eager to try, with a strong fighting spirit emerging.

Bai Zichen saw that Master Ge Cang had the upper hand and had no fear of defeat, so he turned his attention to several other arenas.

The arena where the real Blood God is located has been covered by endless blood shadows, turning the entire arena into a pool of blood.

Only the Buddhist string in the hand of the eminent monk in the corner flew out and merged with the Buddha's light on his body, firmly blocking the blood pool from outside.

Hold a magic sword burning with bright flames, and protect himself with strict and upright sword techniques. Every time the sword is swung, a blood shadow will be cut off.

But there were more than thousands of blood shadows in the field, launching attacks one after another.

The Blood God is full of rage. As soon as he comes on the stage, he uses all the Blood Sea Dharma of Hundred Evils, as if he wants to pour his anger on his opponent.

In the blood pool, blood beasts are still crawling out one after another, with strange shapes and unclear faces.

Each blood beast only has the aura of a second-order low-grade monster, but it cannot withstand large numbers.

 In an instant, there were already hundreds of them.

 At the same time, these blood beasts are still merging.

Three or five blood beasts collided together, and the blood flow exchanged, and a second-level mid-grade blood beast was reassembled.

In just a short time, a second-level peak blood beast appeared in the blood pool, a blood tiger with two wings on its back, with a vague body shape.

‘At this rate, level three blood beasts will soon appear in the blood pool, and there will be an endless supply of them... No wonder they say that the Blood God is best at group battles and is not afraid of sieges. He can't attack the main body at all, he has thousands of incarnations, and there are blood beasts to help him fight. How can ordinary monks be his opponent? ’

 Bai Zichen compared the real Blood God with Mo Changzhi, who died in his own hands. He could only say that they practiced the same kind of skills, but they were completely different in their hands.

The range of the Buddha's light outside the body of this disciple of the alms-raising Arhat has become smaller and smaller, and he is almost drowned by the rising blood pool.

 There is only a little bright Buddha light left, holding on in the **** and cruel blood pool.

 The more he is attacked, the more intense the Buddha's light becomes, blooming with immeasurable light.

 Although they are at a disadvantage, they will not lose in the short term.

The two arenas of Fang Tiansheng and Peng Zefeng were much duller. The two groups of monks seemed to be on par, and it was difficult to distinguish between them in a short period of time.

However, the former is most likely letting go, while the latter is limited by its strength.

Even with Bai Zichen's eyes, he could see that the Supreme Elder of the Ten Thousand Beasts Sect did not have the power to bless his natal spiritual beast. He just used a big seal to fight with the eminent monk on the opposite side.

The monk's exposed skin, including his face, turned a copper color, and his bulging muscles held up his loose cassock.

He actually used his hands to hold the magic weapon hard, making a sound of metal collision.

And the inconspicuous spiritual farmer who was fighting against Peng Zefeng seemed to be a different person once he took action. With a hoe, the entire arena space felt like a gravity imbalance.

Peng Zefeng felt like there was a huge mountain pressing on his shoulders, and most of his true energy was used to resist this gravity.

 “The true meaning of Dili Dao!”

Peng Zefeng was inexplicably horrified. He didn't expect that this seemingly inconspicuous spiritual farmer had truly come into contact with the true meaning of the great road.

 Even if it is to induce the earth's power in a small area and change the rules in this area, these are the scope of the supernatural power of Zhenjun Nascent Soul.

 For this old spiritual farmer to be able to do this, he has already half-stepped into the Nascent Soul realm, and has a great chance of successfully transforming into a soul.

He turned the jug upside down in his hand, and the gurgling wine spilled out, turning into a rushing river to lift himself up.

At the same time, the two yin and yang orbs on the wine pot rotated crazily, and the two yin and yang divine lights supported a Tai Chi circle, which barely offset the force of the earth.

However, the old spirit farmer was not in a hurry to pursue him. He didn't know whether it was because swinging the **** consumed a lot of money, or because he had other motives.

Bent down and pressed his left hand on the ground, countless spiritual grasses grew out and formed a vine fence around Peng Zefeng.

 “What a good idea!”

Jiulian Zhenjun's eyes flashed with strange color, and he spoke for the first time since the start of the arena battle.

“Nourish all things, control the power of the earth...the true meaning of the dual avenues, if the true essence is not a little mixed, I am afraid that I can survive the catastrophe at any time and become the Nascent Soul!”

His eyes were like torches, and he looked at the benevolent-looking Arhat, which was a bit incredible.

"Where did the master find such a helper? He didn't purify the true essence in the sect and prepare for the tribulation, but he came out to engage in such a battle?"

With Jiulian Zhenjun’s nearly a thousand years of experience, there are not many things that can shock him.

 But it’s just one thing now!

I don’t know why this old spiritual farmer came into contact with the true meaning of the two great ways, the realm of perfect elixir formation, and even the most basic purification of true energy was not done well.

If such a person is placed in the Holy Lotus Sect, he will only be placed in the forbidden area of ​​the sect by Jiulian Zhenjun. He will never be allowed to go out unless he becomes Yuanying.

  Regardless of their strength, the life-saving abilities of the monks who formed the Perfect Pill and the True Monarch of Yuanying were far apart.

 If a Nascent Soul True Lord wants to escape, it is almost impossible to be left behind unless he falls into a large formation that blocks the void.

"My little friend Gu was born in a small sect. The skills he practiced at the beginning were deficient. Once he reached the point of perfecting the elixir, there was no way forward... The poor monk took pity on his talent and gave him a top-notch skill, and also lent him a thousand-year-old relic to help him. Purify the true essence.”

The alms-raising Arhat pulled out a top-quality spiritual stone in front of him and turned it into a stream of light and flew out of the high platform.

“After the ancient little friend survives the catastrophe with the fourth-level spiritual land of our sect, he will become a heretic elder of the Faxiang Sect.”

Jiulian Zhenjun felt bitter when he heard that Faxiang Sect had such a blessing and could receive such a heretic elder.

 Why is it that the Nascent Soul Seed that I like is not willing to lead the Yitou Master?

The same top-grade spiritual stone flew out in front of him, but the old spiritual farmer surrounded Peng Zefeng with spiritual grass and vines, and then swung his **** again.

The water poured in front of Peng Zefeng, the protective spiritual light was distorted, and the magic weapons fell directly towards the ground.

At the critical moment, a lotus seed appeared, wrapped Peng Zefeng in it, accepted the blow, and moved directly out of the ring.

No one could have imagined before the war that this group would be the first to determine the winner.

 …

　　‘Why do you feel that this Wan Zhenren’s swordsmanship is not much better than mine…’

Ge Cangzhen had no victory but no defeat. Bai Zichen quickly focused his attention on the competition that he was most concerned about.

The Hiding Sun Sword Sect is limited by the size of the sect and is not considered a top force in the world of immortal cultivation in the Liang Kingdom, but the sect's sword cultivation strength is still recognized by everyone.

He naturally wanted to know the gap between himself and the number one swordsman in the Liang Kingdom.

'If I read it correctly, Wan Zhenren only has the realm of Sword Qi and Thunder Sound, but he is further than me in the second realm of swordsmanship... But in the third realm, one sword can break through ten thousand spells, and he doesn't even have a shadow. . ’

Bai Zichen was disappointed and wanted to improve his swordsmanship experience by watching Wanqi's battle.

Wanqi's strength is of course superior to his countless, and every sword light carries a devastating and domineering power.

 But the realm of swordsmanship, in the final analysis, still stops at the sound of sword energy and thunder.

Moreover, the eminent monk facing him had slender eyebrows and a smile. A treasure wheel in his hand annihilated the sword light with a flick of his hand.

Looking at the careless movement, it shook the entire space and flattened everything.

There was another domineering sword light, with the momentum of cutting the void, but it was reduced to nothingness under the suppression of the treasure wheel.

Bai Zichen could faintly feel that when the treasure wheel passed by, the space seemed to have been reorganized, scattering all the vitality of heaven and earth.

Sword light is no exception. No matter how many changes there are and how complicated the sword path is, it can't escape the collision of a simple treasure wheel.

 After a stick of incense, Wan Qi was forced to the corner of the ring.

The sword light is still sharp, but it can only be blocked by the left and right, guarding its front and rear.

 ‘Don’t just rely on the sharpness of the flying sword. If the level of swordsmanship cannot keep up, and the method of dealing with the enemy is too single, it will still be easy to be restrained...'

Bai Zichen looked at Wanqi on the court and was in trouble. He was defeated in an instant, which sounded the alarm for himself.

At this stage, because the flying sword is always unfavorable, he already has a dependence mentality. The method of defeating the enemy is always the flying sword, which is seriously biased.

 (End of this chapter)