Rise of Qinglian

Seeing a third-order dragon rushing toward them, everyone's faces showed fear. They either used third-level talismans or some kind of powerful magic weapon to attack the third-level dragon.

The monks of the Golden Sword Sect drew out their long swords and slashed them into the void one after another. The colorful sword energy flew out and merged into one in an instant, turning into a seven-color sword light more than a hundred feet long. It struck the black dragon with a devastating force.

The monks of the Wang family sacrificed their second-level puppet beasts one after another and released spells to attack the black dragon. Cyan wind blades, red fire blades, yellow stones, silver arcs, golden arrows and other colorful spells hit the opposite side.

The Lu family monks launched their flying swords one after another, which turned into a seven-color flying sword more than thirty feet long. With an astonishing spiritual pressure, it struck at the black dragon.

The methods of the monks in the Sanxiu Alliance were very different. Some sacrificed magical weapons, some cast spells, and some even retreated.

Intensive attacks hit the black dragon, the roar continued, and a large aura covered the black dragon's body.

An angry dragon roar sounded, and the black dragon flew out of the spiritual light, losing a few scales but not suffering much trauma.

The power of the third-order dragon was beyond their imagination, and they realized that they were no match for the third-order dragon.

"No, run away."

I don't know who took the lead, and the monks returned along the way they came. If it were other third-level monsters, they would be seriously injured even if they survived, but the physical body of the third-level dragon was too powerful.

At this moment, Lu Qianqian shouted: "Stop all of you, a third-level dragon will scare you."

As soon as she finished speaking, her face began to become blurred and distorted. In a flash of green light, she turned into a beautiful middle-aged woman with slender waist and slender waist. Her facial features were very different from before.

"Uncle Master! Why are you here? No, you are possessed by Dafa!"

Hu Biao exclaimed, with an expression of disbelief on his face.

The magic of possession is a secret technique that can only be performed by Nascent Soul monks. The person being casted can greatly improve their strength and use some of the caster's magical powers. However, this secret technique has great flaws. The casting time is limited. Once the time is up, the person being possessed can The caster will faint and die. If the situation is serious, death is also possible.

The middle-aged beautiful woman raised a finger, and a ball of light cyan flame appeared on the fingertip. The temperature nearby suddenly increased. With a flick of her jade finger, the cyan flame flew out of her hand and landed accurately on the black dragon. The fire intensity It spread quickly, covering half of the black dragon's body.

The black dragon had a look of pain on its face and roared in pain.

The beautiful middle-aged woman smacked the black dragon in the air with her jade hand, and countless blue lights emerged, turning into a giant blue hand of more than ten feet in size, and slapped the black dragon's body hard.

Boom!

The black dragon was slapped by a big green hand and fell to the ground from mid-air. A palm-sized green seal suddenly flew to its head. Green light emitted. The green seal instantly grew to the size of a small mountain. A strong gravity enveloped it. Down, hit hard.

The black dragon quickly sprayed out a ball of dazzling black light, holding the cyan seal to prevent the black seal from falling.

A ray of green light shot out and disappeared into the black dragon's right eye in a flash. Its right eye suddenly bled and it let out a miserable scream.

Taking this opportunity, the cyan seal's light rose sharply and he smashed it down hard.

There was an earth-shaking loud noise, the ground shook violently, and most of the cyan seal was submerged into the ground. It was difficult for the black dragon to survive.

From the time the middle-aged beautiful woman appeared to the time she cast a spell to kill the black dragon, it took less than five breaths.

Wang Youwei and others looked at each other, no one dared to act rashly.

"You guys from the Lu family and the Wang family, please hand over all the elixirs you have, otherwise I will blame you for being rude."

The middle-aged beautiful woman said coldly that according to her original plan, in the last few days, she would use her great magical power to kill most of the foundation-building monks and plunder the elixirs in their hands. As long as she did it cleanly, no one would know that she had done it. It’s not surprising that anything can happen in the secret realm.

Now that the core inheritance of Wulong Palace appears, she has to show up in advance. It's not that she doesn't dare to kill other people, but there is a reason. First, no one knows how strong the restriction is, and she wants to keep these people as cannon fodder. Secondly, among these people are descendants of high-level monks, who have many life-saving means. The body she possesses is no more than a foundation-building monk, and cannot exert much strength. If it is forced, it will be thankless, so it is not as good as Spare their lives and steal all the elixirs first.

"Mrs. Wei, I knew you could play dirty tricks."

Lu Jingru sneered, her facial features blurred, and she turned into a charming young woman in a blue dress, who was also possessed.

Wang Youwei and other Wang family monks looked at each other in confusion. There were also Nascent Soul monks in the Wang family, but they were all in retreat, so it was naturally impossible for them to use the magic of possession.

"Mrs. Lu, you also used the magic of possession on this junior!"

The beautiful middle-aged woman frowned, and her plan failed.

"Old Ghost Sun, stop hiding and come out!"

The middle-aged beautiful woman's eyes turned and landed on Liu Hu.

"Hehe, I really can't hide it from Mrs. Wei."

Liu Hu chuckled, and the five blurred into a middle-aged man with a majestic face.

The three Nascent Soul cultivators are Master Jin Dao from the Golden Dao Sect, Madam Qingyan from the Sanxiu Alliance, and Master Yan Shui from the Lu family.

The three of them looked at Wang Youwei with different expressions.

Wang Youwei swallowed and said nothing.

"It seems that the Qinglian Immortal Couple is in retreat and has no chance to use the magic of possession!"

"In that case, let the Wang family monks clear the way!"

Mrs. Qingyan's tone was indifferent, as if she was talking about an insignificant disappearance.

The Wang family was originally the dominant group, but when a third-level dragon exploded three old monsters, the situation suddenly reversed, and the faces of Wang Youwei and others turned ugly.

There was a monk from the Golden Blade Sect and the Sanxiu Alliance each who was possessed by the Nascent Soul cultivator. There was also a monk from the Lu family who was possessed by the Nascent Soul cultivator. However, the Wang family did not have one. Naturally, the Wang family monks were the vanguard and became cannon fodder.

"We three old guys are here. We don't need anyone to be the vanguard. Let's get the treasure as soon as possible! The possession method cannot last for too long. If the time is too long, our possessed descendants will die directly."

Master Yanshui supported the Wang family and looked up. The Lu and Wang families were close neighbors. For the sake of the Qinglian Immortal Couple, she didn’t mind selling a favor. Furthermore, to save the monks from the Wang family, if the two sides fought, how could they do it? Help yourself a little.

Mrs. Qingyan and Master Jindao looked at each other without arguing. They really couldn't possess them for too long. Master Yanshui made it clear that he wanted to protect the Wang family.

As soon as Mrs. Qingyan retracted her spell, the cyan seal quickly shrank and flew back to her sleeves, which disappeared. She put away the body of the black dragon.