Natural Fairy Species

Chapter 343 The oriole is behind

After several rounds of attacks, Qingluan saw that he had not taken down the ants in his eyes, and he screamed angrily.

The sharp sound was transmitted hundreds of miles away, the entire Flame Mountain was shaking, the ground cracked, and lava spewed out.

One of the wings is obviously drooped, and it cannot maintain its balance well while flying in the air.

"When did even a third-level insect dare to say such arrogant words in front of me!"

Qingluan recalled that a thousand years ago, he was also deeply impressed by a human monk who had perfected the elixir formation.

Originally, he wanted to devour hundreds of monks in one go to replenish his spiritual power and speed up the growth of his true feathers.

 Unexpectedly, a nasty third-level insect jumped out. I don’t know what secret method he used to be able to fight with me on an equal footing.

He was still in a desperate posture. One of his wings was accidentally broken by the opponent, and he finally escaped from the trace.

 It was because of this incident that Qingluan cast a shadow on the human monks outside.

  simply chose the safest and most conservative method of sleeping to recover from his injuries.

 But it misestimated the impact of not having the true feather. Thousands of years have passed, and the true feather has not reappeared, which also made the sleeping Nirvana magical power lose its effect.

“Damn it, if my true feathers hadn’t been removed by someone’s trick, you would be nothing more than ants that can be sprayed to death with a mouthful of pure fire!”

Qingluan's hatred for the human monks has reached its peak, and the glazed pure fire on his body soars into the sky, and all of them are thrown into the sea of ​​fire.

As the sea of ​​​​fire that was originally burning became more intense, the color of the central fireworks gradually changed, from dark red to translucent white flames.

The rocks and rocks in the center of the sea of ​​fire are gradually melting, with drops of molten lava flowing and wisps of poisonous smoke floating up.

 “Ren Gao Divine General, Qi!”

Master Ge Cang threw out an earth-colored talisman, the light shone brightly, and the void shook.

A giant ten feet tall is made of condensed light. He is wearing golden armor and a cloud helmet on his head. His face is as heavy as a date, and he is majestic.

After appearing, with the urging of Master Ge Cang, he transformed into an eight-armed golden body and rushed out of the sea of ​​fire.

 The glazed pure fire that all the monks avoided was hung on the body of General Rengao, but it failed to have any effect and was thrown to the ground.

On the contrary, it was ordinary fireworks that burned out the craters of Ren Gao Shenjiang.

It is essentially a clone shadow summoned by the talisman summoned by the high **** Ding Maoren. It is not a real living thing, so what can the glazed pure fire do to it?

If it is a magic weapon, the glazed pure fire can also follow the connected mind and burn all the way to the monk's spiritual consciousness.

It is said that the talisman of the God General Ding Maoren is a phantom condensed by a trace of power invited from the God General of the Upper Realm.

 No matter how capable the Glazed Pure Fire is, how can it still trace its source and burn it all the way to the body of the divine general in the upper world?

Rengao Shenjiang wields eight long golden arms, either fists or palms, or pinching fingers to attack Qingluan from eight directions.

 “It’s a small trick!”

Qingluan snorted disdainfully, feeling extremely slighted and insulted, and swung out his sharp claws.

With a flash of cold light, three of Lord Rengao's arms were severed and turned into light spots and returned to the void. The remaining five golden long arms struck Qingluan hard.

Humshed the majestic fourth-order demon back to the ground, the broken wings were punched again, and the **** feathers flew around.

It can only be said that the Fire Phoenix Mo family is affected by the bloodline, and the reason for being irritable and difficult to control is indeed traceable.

It was obvious that he could dodge the attack, but he just took the remaining damage in order to cut off a few of the arms of General Rengao.

Especially a golden thumb, which directly pierced the body of Qingluan Demon, revealing a big hole.

 “Damn it! Damn it! Damn it all!”

 Qingluan raised its head to the sky and screamed, a ball of golden flame flew out of its mouth, and the temperature in the air instantly rose a lot.

“You ants are causing me to be a hundred years late in reuniting with my true feathers. Your souls must be exposed to the sun day by day and burned every night…”

 A ray of moonlight was as bright as the sun, piercing the sky. In the blink of an eye, the light of the sword had passed through both claws and spanned the entire battlefield.

With a sneer, Qingluan's chest split open on both sides, blood surged wildly, and the monster body almost fell to the ground again in a flash.

Threads of red light converged toward the wound location, controlling the sword wounds that spread outward.

 Looking from a distance, Qingluan looks like it has been cut in half, forming a smooth ring shape.

 Having prepared her momentum for a long time, using the Yuexuan Sword as her eye, she waited for the best time to draw the sword.

 He decisively activated the original power of the fourth-level flying sword, united his body and sword, and unleashed the strongest blow.

“It’s a pity that a monk with the same strength would be dead at this moment…”

Bai Zichen was a little regretful. The powerful physique of the fourth-level demon allowed him to withstand the sword. His tenacious vitality even prevented Qingluan from completely losing his fighting power.

However, seeing Qingluan's weak state and the sea of ​​fire receding on Master Ge Cang's side, he knew that the battle situation had reversed and the advantage was back to his side.

"Junior brother Bai, you are good at swordsmanship! I'm afraid even the Nascent Soul Master will be unable to block his attack, so you have to stay away!"

Master Ge Cang rode the thunder vortex, rushed out of the sea of ​​fire, and praised sincerely.

“Senior Brother Ge is so wrong, I can’t bear to be ashamed of myself… It’s better to deal with this Qingluan first. The centipede will die without being stiff, let alone the fourth-level monster!”

Bai Zichen's heart is like a clear mirror, how could it be possible for Zhenjun Nascent Soul to receive this sword foolishly. In other words, Yuanying Zhenjun would not have given him a chance to prepare his sword from the beginning, and had dragged him into the battle group long ago.

Even if the Nascent Soul Lord is injured and his strength is greatly reduced, it does not mean that his awareness of fighting skills has declined, and there are many magic weapons and secret techniques that can completely make up for these shortcomings.

 A fourth-level Qingluan that lost its true feather, two brothers dared to come and slay the demon.

If he were a seriously injured Nascent Soul Lord, without the Qing Emperor's Sword of Eternal Life, he would have to stay as far away as possible, and he would never have the thought of killing the Nascent Soul Lord.

Moreover, half of the credit for this sword must be credited to Master Ge Cang.

If he hadn't supported Qingluan's offensive with one person's strength, and even made the fourth-order demon use that bit of true fire, Bai Zichen wouldn't have seized this fleeting opportunity.

The two of them adhered to the purpose of killing it while it was in pain. Their swords flashed and thunder roared, submerging Qingluan under the tidal attack.

　　咻!

A ball of red light flashed across the sky, and the head of Lord Rengao, including his cloud helmet, was smashed to pieces. The ten-foot-long giant began to collapse from head to toe.

 Little bits of starlight are scattered everywhere and disappear in the blink of an eye.

Qingluan suddenly spat out the demon pill. He no longer looked graceful and elegant. His whole body was covered in blood, and he looked like he was fighting for his life.

 The demon elixir is just like the golden elixir and Yuanying of the monks. It is a life-connected thing. Although it is very powerful, once it is damaged, it will not be as simple as a decrease in strength.

No monster would use the demon pill easily unless it felt threatened by death.

After destroying General Ren Gao with one blow, Qingluan's eyes were full of malice and hatred. The demon pill was wrapped in the true fire of his life and hit, ripples appeared in the space, and it felt like everything in the sky and the earth was being destroyed. Lockdown feeling.

 “Duh!”

Master Ge Cang sacrificed a purple-skinned gourd, and bits of sacred sand spurted out, forming a long dragon and blasting towards the demon pill.

 More than twenty grains of Wutu sacred sand were blasted out in one breath without a single grain left.

Layers of invisible forces vibrated with each other, stimulating the power of the Earth's veins in the Flame Mountain, causing the demon core to sway.

 The Wutu sacred sand that has been cultivated in the spiritual land of this mountain for thousands of years has acquired incredible power.

In terms of lethality alone, one grain of divine sand can be compared to a top-quality magic weapon. More than twenty grains of divine sand erupt at the same time, which is enough to easily suppress any creature below the fourth level.

Even if it is a fourth-order monster, it will inevitably be affected.

Qingluan could not suppress the injury, and a large amount of blood spurted out again, dyeing the soil under him red.

 A blood arrow spurted out, and the Demonic Pill and the Origin True Fire were stimulated by this, as if they had taken a Shiquan Dabu Pill, they jumped up suddenly, and knocked away the circle of Wutu Shensha.

At this moment, Bai Zichen and Ge Cang looked at each other and backed away in tacit agreement.

One person used Thunder Escape, and the other was so far away that they were dozens of miles away in an instant. Bai Zichen did not forget to take Zhou Suqing with him.

The green luan bird's head shook, thinking that the two human monks were too weak to run away, and smiled sarcastically, and an iron pillar holding the sky fell down in the void.

I wanted to flap my wings and leave, but found that the void was sealed with a stick, and I couldn't even escape into the flames.

Hurrying to recall the demon pill, the power of the earth veins brought by the exploding Wutu sacred sand dispersed the demon power, and the movement was a beat slower.

　　Boom!

With a stick smashed down, the sky collapsed, dust flew, and the iron pillar holding up the sky shrank into a coiled dragon stick.

A majestic white ape walked out slowly, calmly swinging his stick one after another, leaving only a deafening sound.

 “Another fourth-level monster!”

Ge Cangzhen's face was shocked, and he unconsciously tightened his lightning strike wooden cane.

“It’s the white ape. It has actually become a fourth-level demon... It has just started to transform, and it should not have completed the entire advancement path.”

Bai Zichen recognized it at a glance. This white ape was the one he had seen at the edge of Qingniu Valley.

At that time, it was still a third-level peak monster, but now it has lost all the hair on its face and only has short fluff on its arms, making it more like a human being.

He has the gift of seeing fire. As long as the moonlight hangs high, not even the Nascent Soul Master can hide his traces in front of him.

The white ape was discovered as soon as he slowly sneaked in, but he just pretended not to know.

Unexpectedly, the thunder snakes scattered in the air also told Master Ge Cang that a mysterious person was approaching. This was the further magical effect of the divine thunder creature.

 At the moment when White Ape took action, the two of them reacted at the same time, and they jointly retreated.

Bai Zichen could tell that Bai Yuan's simple stick technique contained the true meaning of the Great Dao, which made Qingluan unable to even dodge.

It seized the best opportunity and suddenly rushed out when Qingluan exploded with all his strength, using the power of the human monk to kill the big demon of the same level.

The smoke dispersed, and the white ape was holding a coiled dragon stick in one hand and a Qingluan that was several times larger than his own body in the other.

The fourth-level demon has turned into a puddle of mud at this moment, and its original form can hardly be seen.

The white ape inhaled sharply, his nose quivered, and a miniature green luan let out a sharp curse, and was swallowed directly by it.

　One beast and two people, six eyes facing each other.

It seemed like they were back at the beginning. The two of them once again faced off against a fourth-level transformed monster.

 (End of this chapter)