Natural Fairy Species

Chapter 400 My sword is not at a disadvantage

"Twelve foundation-building disciples, each of them has brought enough cultivation resources to reach the perfection of foundation-building and two drops of pure spirit chalcedony... As long as one of them can form the elixir, they can restart the sect's secret library and build the Ten Thousand Beasts Door."

Fang Tiansheng showed a trace of sadness in his eyes and said in a heavy and powerful voice.

“Fortunately, Junior Brother Feng was stimulated by Ge Cang and determined to go into the boundless sea of ​​suffering to find a chance to break through. An unexpected combination of circumstances turned out to be a blessing. When he returns, those disciples will have a backbone and will not be leaderless.”

Feng Moyun has entered the boundless sea of ​​suffering, and not a single word has been heard in these years.

 Fortunately, the soul lamp is still alive, which means that there is no need to worry about life.

Looking at the talent of beast control alone, Feng Moyun is ranked the best in the history of Wanshou Sect, and even Fang Tiansheng is willing to be inferior.

“You handed over the whereabouts of the Five Crystal Divine Iron to Bai Zichen in exchange for him to protect our disciples in the future. Are you optimistic that he will become a Nascent Soul?”

Honglian thought that when her master was still alive, Yang Zhenren from the Qingfeng Sect came to visit and asked for a magical elixir.

One of the two young men following behind him was the now famous Bai Zichen.

 She inherited the relics of Master Heifeng and then took the last step to successfully form the elixir.

 And the young man who went to Wanshoufang with him back then has become the most dazzling alchemy master in the northern region.

“Not just Yuanying, as long as he doesn’t die midway, the outside world will regard him as the most promising monk in the history of the Northern Territory to conquer the gods... At least one of the late Yuanyings has not escaped.”

Fang Tiansheng's words were full of envy, and he had to admit that there are talents in this world that can make people despair.

"Looking at this man's behavior, he loves the road and is not disturbed by external things, but it is not a ruthless path... he has clear grudges and keeps his promises. Although the five-crystal divine iron is hard to find in the world, for other monks it is a refined spiritual treasure. The main material can only be used to its fullest effect in the hands of their Qingfeng Sect monks."

“I don’t need him to repay you now, as long as he thinks about it in his heart. When dealing with this kind of people, the later the repayment is taken back, the heavier the weight will be.”

“In the late Yuan Ying period, it must be a very beautiful scenery…”

Hong Lian’s eyes were bright and she said warmly.

"If there is a chance to be reincarnated, I hope I can go further. I haven't seen the outer sea at the end of the Eastern Territory yet."

 …

 Zengguang Fairy City.

The city gate that was originally blocked by water and bustling with people, only a thick black iron gate fell down, isolating the inside and outside.

Countless runes are engraved on the city gate, outlining a ferocious **** and demon, lifelike.

At the same time, there were layers of cold light, forming a mountainous pattern, and countless defensive restrictions fell on the city gate.

From a distance, you can still see the densely packed large-scale war weapons on the city wall. Once activated, it will cause thunder and destruction for thousands of miles.

Although these large-scale war weapons have shortcomings such as being unable to move and being slow to charge and use, they are a great weapon when combined with large defense formations.

Each blow was at least as powerful as a monk's shot at the early stage of pill formation, causing the Faxiang Sect monks to suffer heavy losses, and the disciples suffered heavy casualties.

Even when the Daodezong army just arrived, they were unable to take any advantage and were forced to retreat despite the leader of the Nascent Soul Lord.

After several months of continuous use of large and easily damaged war weapons, the firepower on the walls of the Immortal City continued unabated. The extremely distinctive attack methods of the Taiyi Thunder Cannon and the Zhuxian Fire Demonic Crossbow could be distinguished at a glance.

 Zengguang Fairy City’s accumulation of large-scale war instruments far exceeded everyone’s imagination.

 The refining cost of a Taiyi thunder cannon is at least 200,000 spirit stones.

The cost of the Zhuxian Fire Demonic Crossbow may be slightly lower, but each time it is launched, it must be equipped with a special Zhuxian arrow. It uses third-level iron wood as the shaft, third-level fire crystal stone as the arrowhead, and third-level wind bird feathers as the tail.

 Calculated in this way, the comprehensive cost is higher.

According to the speculation of the monks from Tianpu Peak, over the past few years of war, the number of large-scale war weapons damaged and replaced in Zengguang Immortal City was at least 2,000.

Compared to the astonishing number of large-scale war instruments, the high-grade spiritual stones consumed by activating three fourth-order formations at the same time are not worth mentioning.

Everyone knows that Zengguang Immortal City, as the commercial center of the Northern Territory, attracts monks from the four countries and even other regions.

 The spiritual stones earned every year are as numerous as the sands of the Ganges River.

 Otherwise, it would not have made several super-bulk owners in the Central Region jealous.

“It’s such a heavy murderous aura that even the aura of heaven and earth is stirred to pieces!”

Bai Zichen arrived near Zengguang Fairy City with his sword. When he pressed the sword light, he clearly felt the difference from the last time he came to the fairy city.

Although the same crowds were surging and the darkness was overwhelming, last time it was prosperous, this time it was a solemn military formation.

There are too many high-level monks, and their auras are like straight smoke rising into the sky, highlighting each person's characteristics.

The weather spirit was driven back and forth, and was squeezed to pieces by a True Lord Nascent Soul.

“Those with lower cultivation levels cannot meditate and refine their Qi in such an environment. A Yuanying monk’s thoughts will affect the direction of the Qi, and with so many powerful Qi, it will be difficult to even enter concentration.”

Bai Zichen is already considered a monk who has seen big events. That day on the Meili Snow Ridge, ten Nascent Soul Lords gathered on a peak.

There are two top sword cultivators, Xiang Ji and Tang Fei, as well as hidden powerhouses like Du Heng who have turned to the demonic path.

 Compared with the current situation, it still pales into insignificance.

Each wolf smoke breath represents a Nascent Soul Lord. There are almost twenty of them in the field, and basically all the Nascent Soul Lords of the Northern Territory are present.

The nearest wolf smoke is pure white and righteous, glowing with righteousness. At the bottom is a cloud chariot with the symbol of Tianli Sect on it.

“Shi Chengdong has also arrived. It seems that in the eyes of Daodezong, Tianli Sect, which has moved to the northern region, is a real local sect..."

Bai Zichen stepped forward and suddenly found that he didn't know where to go. Yu Ziliang only said that he would invite the Qingfeng Sect to be present, but did not mention the specific details. Tianpu Peak also did not arrange a welcoming guide, so it was difficult to directly break into the central formation.

Scanning around, he saw a line of smoke thirty miles away to the left, as sharp as a sword, tearing the clouds in the sky in half, and pushing the surrounding smoke into the distance.

“The Yuanying Sword Cultivator must be Senior Yan, so sharp and sharp..."

When Bai Zichen saw an acquaintance, he quickly stepped out and walked in the air. After a few flashes, he was close to Jianqi Langyan.

I saw the conspicuous sign of the Tianhe Sword Sect from a distance. Several sword cultivators were sitting on the ground. Unlike other sects that carried flying magic weapons that could carry many people, the group looked a little shabby.

No one cares about how fast the Fajia flies, the main thing is the momentum and pomp, and the Yuanying Sect cannot afford to lose face.

 But for a sword cultivator, the most valuable thing on his body is the flying sword in his hand, and there is no spare time to distribute it.

The same is true for the sword cultivation sect. Instead of refining such a magic weapon, it would be better to invest the same resources in refining flying swords.

“How come this junior dares to walk around on my head? Could it be that no one can cure the void escape method?”

Bai Zichen used Sochi Tianya to cross two lines of smoke. Just as he was about to pass near the last line of smoke, a demonic hand suddenly stretched out.

The blue-red devil hand is like a broken cloth bag, which has been patched and patched together again. There are obvious traces of stitching on the skin.

Before he could reach his body, a foul smell hit him, making his whole body feel hot and his true energy boiling.

 “Nascent Soul Demonic Cultivator!”

Bai Zichen forcibly suppressed the urge to pull out the Ziwei Thunder Sword. With a change of heart, his powerful physical control made his blood calm down instantly.

 Sensing that there was no murderous intention in the hands of the green and red demon, he opened his mouth and flew out with a touch of moonlight, tossing and turning in a very small range, twisting and turning as he wished.

There is a devil's palace underneath, with high pavilions built around it, which is eerie and weird. Hanging from the slender stone pillars are actually dried corpses.

Even though it has been refined and dried for an unknown number of years, the expression on the face is still vivid and makes people panic when looking at it.

A cry of surprise came from the Demon Palace. The sword light contained true energy, which was truly the late stage of pill formation.

  However, the damage caused was infinitely close to the Nascent Soul stage.

 What's more important is that it has the power to penetrate and disintegrate, almost causing the green and red magic hand to fall apart, with pieces of flesh falling off.

This demonic hand looks weak, but it is actually made with the fourth-level secret method, using ice silkworm gold thread as thread. Even if it is cut by the Nascent Soul Sword Cultivator, it may not show any flaw.

It is actually the realm of breaking through all kinds of magic with one sword, allowing the green and red devil's hand to return to its original state.

In order to show off his power, he almost only had a few broken skins to deal with the invincible masters of corpse puppets whose realm was lower than that of his own monks.

“There is still a gap between Yuanying monk and me.”

Bai Zichen used the sword's destruction and decomposition of all laws and Old Man Xipi's carelessness to survive one move and escaped from the Demon Palace.

I have to admit that if I don’t use my two trump cards, even if I deal with Master Jiedan like a chicken and a dog, I will still be weak in front of Master Yuanying.

Moreover, if I read it correctly, the demon cultivator who took action was Old Man Shibi from the Wusheng Sect, a demon cultivator in the middle stage of Nascent Soul.

Old man Xipi asked the monk Jiedan to break his grasping hand. He became angry and suppressed it with overwhelming force from another devil's hand.

 “Who took action in front of the Tianhe Sword Sect and bullied the juniors!”

Yan Yuanzai had been keeping his eyes closed, but now he suddenly opened them and slapped the flying sword stuck on the ground in front of him.

 A flash of starlight came to the world and turned into a starlight sword thread, which was dazzling.

The green and red demon stabbed him continuously, and several of his fingers turned into blood mist and exploded.

“Yan Yuanzai, you, a younger generation, dare to stand up for others... But when Tang Fei was still here, everyone had to give in to your family!”

The demonic energy rolled and condensed into the appearance of a corpse king. The surrounding area immediately became dry, and at the same time, there was a strong corpse energy lingering around.

“Old man Shibi, our sect has always acted this way, and it will not change due to different people... If we take another step forward, I will let you know that my sword is not bad at all!”

Yan Yuanzai was full of energy and was not afraid at all just because he was facing the veteran Nascent Soul Lord.

Sword cultivators can be weak in strength, but they must never give up on their bottom line, act without accuracy, and lack the spirit of flying swords.

"For the sake of my late Tang Fei, I won't argue with you..."

 The corpse king dispersed, and the old man Xipi stopped talking. After speaking, he retreated into the devil's palace.

“Ancestor, if Yan Yuan Zai cannot reach the early stage of Yuanying, why should you give him face like this?”

 A real person named Danjie asked.

 In the Demonic Palace, the ground is either majestic or tumbling with demonic fire. Many palaces have been burning for many years.

The pillars burned red, and the demonic fires were running wildly among the halls. The demonic body-refining monks could take a ball of refining every few years to make the physical body improve.

"Yan Yuanzai is so unreasonable. He relies on a fourth-level flying sword to make the dead bones in the tomb, trying to maintain the reputation of the sect, but it is comparable to the name of his family's secret place."

 Old man Shibi let out a sinister laugh, with a half-smiling expression on his face, as if his face had become stiff and solidified.

"I just found out that the person who stopped me was Bai Zichen. I didn't want to have a conflict with him, so I retreated... Unless I can really kill him, offending this person will cause trouble for myself and the sect in the future. If that rumor is true, , who will be able to stop him in the Northern Territory a hundred years from now, why bother becoming a villain now."

 (End of this chapter)