Natural Fairy Species

Chapter 312: Kill the dragon wherever there is one

Thousands of rocks compete for beauty, and thousands of valleys contend for flow.

This place is already at the core of Black Mountain. There is no name for the peak, and almost no human monks have set foot there.

In the files of the secret agents of the Spirit Beast Hall, this place is called by the code name Jiasan, and there are only a few records.

For a Qi refining agent who only has one concealment weapon and has learned some rudimentary concealment and escape spells in the core area where the third-level demon king appears and the second-level monsters can be seen everywhere, entering this place is no different than stepping into a place of death.

 Every piece of information sent back is putting oneself in danger of death.

However, in addition to a fixed salary, secret agents will also be given generous sect contributions based on the value of their intelligence.

 There are many disciples who are approaching the age limit or who want to change their situation, and would be willing to give it a try.

The white ape that appeared near Qingniu Valley, the reward given by the Spiritual Beast Hall is 3,000 points of contribution if the whereabouts of the white ape is confirmed once.

 And when exchanging high-level items, they have the same priority as true disciples.

There must be a brave man under a heavy reward. After several spies paid the price with their lives, someone finally heard the roar of the Sky-shattering Ape near Jiasan.

 A white ape and a dragon-like monster had a great battle. Blood spilled from the sky and crashed into several mountains.

The secret agent suppressed his fear and slammed his hands against the stone wall, letting the sharp stone thorns pierce his palms, and then he woke up from the terrifying pressure of the third-level monster.

Took out the photographic instrument, took two portraits, and staggered away from the Jiasan Mountain Peak.

I don’t know whether it was the secret agent who was so blessed, or the battle between the third-level demon kings that scared away the other demonic beasts.

Anyway, he successfully returned to the mountain gate, turned in the portrait stored in the photo artifact, and successfully obtained a contribution of 3,000 points.

“Being able to fight so fiercely with the white ape, it seems that the dragon-like monster is also at the top of the third level... After everything calms down, the depths of the Black Mountain are indeed a good place for me to try my sword.”

 The stone pillar broken into two parts looks like a messy peak that has experienced a storm.

There are also large brown blood stains. If you touch it lightly with your hand, you can still feel the huge power of Qi and blood contained in it.

Just by seeing these traces, Bai Zichen could imagine what a fierce scene it would be like that day when two powerful monsters that were at the top of the Black Mountain were fighting each other.

"The apprenticeship ceremony has just ended. No one should have thought that I was already in Black Mountain... According to Senior Brother Ge, the practice of Shen Tongqi is very dependent on fate. Even he stopped after the fourth volume and stopped practicing. Put in the time.”

Master Ge Cang is in retreat, making final adjustments before turning into an infant.

Bai Zichen briefly exchanged a few words across the cloud platform.

 The difficulty of cultivating the Shen Tongqi is different from that of the five-crystal glazed body.

 The latter tells you clearly that it is so difficult for me to get started, so don’t choose me if you are not confident enough.

The difficulty of practicing Shen Tongqi is more likely because a part of this technique is missing, causing the original difficulty of practicing the technique to be ten to be increased to one hundred.

Ge Cang's talented qualifications are very difficult to cultivate.

 The input and output are completely out of proportion, and the cost-effectiveness of practice is too low.

“It seems that if we want to achieve a qualitative breakthrough in the Tongtong Contract in a short period of time, there is no hope of significantly increasing the refining time of the natal magic weapon... We have to find another way to enlighten the Nine Yang Divine Fire Mirror and spiritually sublimate.”

Bai Zichen walked down the mountain and could not find any traces of the two third-order peak demon kings, which was expected. After all, more than ten days had passed since the information was received.

 But now that we have penetrated deep into the Black Mountains, how can we return empty-handed?

"Two thousand miles to the east, there is a third-level low-grade purple-eyed dream butterfly, let's use it to operate... The third-level insect beast should also have a demon elixir, so it won't be a waste of time."

Purple-eyed Dream Butterfly is a third-level low-grade insect beast with average frontal combat strength, but powerful illusions.

Moreover, it is a gregarious insect beast, with hundreds of blue-eyed dream butterflies under its command. Even the monks in the late stage of pill formation will suffer a small loss under the superposition of illusions.

Although Bai Zichen does not have the magic weapon to break the illusion, he has not practiced the magic to break the illusion.

But given that his spiritual consciousness is even better than that of a monk who has perfected the pill formation, it is impossible for the illusion of a mere third-level insect beast to affect him.

With the current strength of the Qingfeng Sect, as long as the sleeping fourth-level Qingluan is not disturbed, it is not an exaggeration to say that it can sweep through the Black Mountains.

Of course, this refers to Ge Cangzhenren and Bai Zichen.

If the sect's land reclamation army is dispatched, there is a high probability that it will be overwhelmed by countless monsters and beasts.

The battle front stretches for thousands of miles, and monsters that don’t know where to come will come out from nowhere, which is a devastating logistical pressure for any sect.

 When he came, he sensed at least ten groups of second-level monsters, all of which were gathered in groups of twenty or thirty.

There are devil earthworms that lurk underground and burrow around in the soil, and lizards that can change their body color to perfectly fit the surface environment.

There is even a small bird with colorful feathers that flies faster than the Golden-winged Thunder Peng. It can knock the second-level four-toothed pig into a ball of blood mist with just one sprint.

I can’t imagine how the disciples of the Qingfeng Sect could deal with these ferocious monsters without the blessing of Ancestor Jiedan.

Unless the sect upgrades those Fengxing Shuttles to war machines of the level of Tianli Sect’s aeroplanes, it will be possible to truly turn the Black Mountain Mountains into their own backyard.

“The smell of blood is so strong. Someone is one step ahead of me?”

Before he arrived at the Fantasy Butterfly Valley where the Purple-Eyed Dream Butterfly lived, Bai Zichen sensed something was wrong. “Could it be that a monk with perfect elixir formation has sneaked into Montenegro?”

“Is there a monk who has perfected the alchemy and sneaked into Montenegro?”

Bai Zichen stopped, took out the fairy gauze and covered himself with it, and walked slowly towards the valley.

The insect bodies of the blue-eyed dream butterflies fell to the ground, either broken into several pieces, or directly smashed into pulp.

The intruders were obviously very powerful, and these blue-eyed dream butterflies failed to cause any obstruction.

Bai Zichen looked at the situation in the Fantasy Butterfly Valley. Even if he had to maintain the effect of the Immortal Veil and be unable to release his consciousness, he had already guessed the identity of the person who broke into the Fantasy Butterfly Valley.

 Go forward a hundred steps, turn around the mountain wall, and a huge creature appears in front of you.

 Between the mouth and nose breathing, a whirlwind forms.

 The heart beats like a drum.

The whole body is covered with black ink, and the body is more than thirty feet long. It has no horns on the top of its head and five claws on its feet. The dragon's body is full of power.

At this moment, it was lying on the ground, its front paws holding a fantasy butterfly with purple eyes on its wings.

 It is said to be a phantom butterfly insect beast, about the size of a buffalo.

 But he had no power to resist in front of Black Chi, and was torn in half by the dragon's claws.

With a lift of his claws, half of the body fell into the dragon's mouth, and he chewed it and swallowed it in two mouthfuls.

“Suffering such a serious injury, he can easily destroy the insect beasts in the entire Fantasy Butterfly Valley. How can this black chitter be so powerful?”

Bai Zichen was shocked. Hei Chi had an outward wound on his head, directly exposing the keel.

There were three or four wounds on the body that were as thick as a person’s arms, directly piercing through the entire body of the dragon.

 As it swallowed the third-level monster and received external supplements, the wound began to heal.

Hei Chi, with at most half his life left, could easily wipe out the entire Fantasy Butterfly Valley. His strength in its intact state was simply unimaginable.

"No, it's not like I haven't seen that white ape before. Even if the bloodline is special, it won't be much better than the ordinary monks who have perfected the pill formation... Decades are just a blink for a third-level monster. It is impossible for such a huge strength to occur. Variety."

 Bai Zichen reacted quickly after being surprised.

"If Black Chi is really that powerful, there is no way he could be beaten like this by White Ape. He is still half-dead after almost half a month... It is more likely that the dragon bloodline is immune to illusions. Purple-eyed Dream Butterfly is naturally vulnerable to a blow. In terms of physical ability alone, it is not much stronger than some second-level peak monsters."

After breaking through the iron shoes and finding nowhere, the original target was the white ape. Unexpectedly, by some strange combination of circumstances, he found another third-order peak monster, which was still seriously injured and has yet to recover.

They are all third-level peak monsters, and to a certain extent, Black Chi is more useful.

 The dragon is a monster, and its whole body is a treasure.

"Fortunately, I took a blank soul-catching flag from the Weapon Refining Hall last time. It is enough to temporarily store the dragon soul without refining it into a magic weapon."

I also have a secret sword-making secret of Qinglong Haohai Sword in my hand. I have all the sword-making materials, except for the essence of a third-level dragon beast.

The Hei Chi in front of me is a third-order peak dragon beast, and his spirit must be powerful, more than enough for making swords.

"The heart of such a huge dragon beast may not be its vital point... Only a sword can capture its dragon soul and cut off the connection with the demon core. Otherwise, I can only escape and leave, harvesting a pile of broken limbs."

Bai Zichen slowly raised his hand, the moonlight filled his palm, and the shadow of the sword gradually took shape.

The third-level peak monster is also of dragon bloodline. Its vitality is so tenacious that it cannot be ignored by past opponents.

If you cannot defeat the enemy with one sword, you must be prepared that Hei Chi would rather self-explode the demon pill than fall into the enemy's hands.

By then, not to mention the dragon soul and flesh and blood, I will be disgraced and may even be affected and injured.

Bai Zichen stood quietly and observed Hei Chi for a whole stick of incense before slowly closing his eyes, like a clay statue.

The heart of the sword is so bright that even if he doesn't use his spiritual consciousness or naked eyes, he can still see the black chi in the deepest part of the Phantom Butterfly Valley into his heart, and he can see every detail of it.

“At this very moment, I am extremely aware of my hidden intentions, and my sword comes out without me!”

With the help of the fairy yarn, Bai Zichen adjusted his energy storage to approximate the conditions on the sword test stage, and with the mentality of facing a strong enemy, he swung the strongest sword.

Infinite lunar star power exploded, and the moonlight exploded. The entire Fantasy Butterfly Valley seemed to be covered with a layer of moonlight and stood still for a moment.

Black Chi suddenly raised the dragon beast, and a little moonlight appeared in the pale yellow pupils. Just as he was about to use his demonic power to display his dragon talent, he felt a chill that made it tremble.

It only affected a moment at most. When it used the secret technique again, an ancient dragon roar came out, just like the sound of the ancient true dragon roaring again with the help of the black chi.

The horrific injuries on the dragon's body are healing rapidly, and at the same time, the aura rises again, vaguely revealing the aura of a fourth-order demon, and the black dragon scales on the body glow with golden light.

　　This kind of dragon secret technique will lose hundreds of years of life every time it is used.

Even if it is a third-order dragon beast with a lifespan several times that of the real person Jiedan, it cannot withstand this kind of burning speed.

 Feeling that he had returned to his body with unprecedented power, a trace of human despair flashed in the eyes of the Black Chilong, and he swung his claws forward to weakly hit the air.

 The Milky Way hangs upside down, the moonlight washes away, and the silky sword light leaves a slight wound on the dragon's skull.

 The five-foot sword was in the box, and the dragon's head suddenly fell.

 (End of this chapter)