Cultivation Begins From The Desert

The spiritual power in the top-grade spirit stone is sufficient and the quality is extremely high. If it is only used by the monks at the Jindan stage, the spiritual power contained in a piece of high-grade spirit stone is enough to restore all the mana of a monk at the early Jindan stage.

But for monks in the Nascent Soul stage, the spiritual power contained in top-grade spirit stones is not enough.

The two high-grade spirit stones in Zhou Yang's hands consumed 70% of their spiritual power in less than a quarter of an hour, and the mana they added to Zhou Yang was less than 10% of his total mana.

But during this period of time, Yulong Xinghe still failed to break free from Suzaku Firebird's shackles, and was still trapped in the fire net of laws and could not escape.

And after such a long period of burning, Yulong Xinghe's nine-foot-long dragon body was already scorched all over, and suffered extremely serious burns.

Turning his gaze, Zhou Yang couldn't help looking at Li Fufeng.

I saw that Li Fufeng was still using spells to control the sixteen blue banners to gather the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, and after absorbing the spiritual energy of heaven and earth for a long time, the golden seal characters on the banners became much more, even Silver thunder streaks also appeared, exuding a halo of gold, blue and silver, which is extraordinary at first glance.

"Hey! Zhou Yang, even if the old man dies today, I will definitely let you die!"

Yulong Xinghe looked at the changes of the sixteen blue flags, and seemed to have sensed something, and a hint of madness appeared in his eyes.

He looked at Zhou Yang crazily with a roar, and the flesh and blood on his body suddenly shrank and became dilapidated as if something had absorbed the essence of it.

At the same time, the aura on his body surged again, and instantly forced out the legal fire net that had already been strangled into his flesh!

not good!

Zhou Yang's complexion changed, and he quickly injected a little mana that had just recovered in his body into Suzaku Fireniao's body.

But his mana is obviously a drop in the bucket for Suzaku Firebird, and it is of no use at all.

I saw that the five-clawed real dragon was torn apart by the imprisoned dragon claws. It was already the end of the law fire net, and it was directly torn into countless fine pieces of fire on the spot.

Without the shackles of this lawful fire net, the five-clawed true dragon ignored the Suzaku Firebird whose breath was descending, and flew towards Zhou Yang with its fangs and claws.

"Li Daoyou!"

Zhou Yang's complexion changed drastically and he looked at Li Fufeng, this is his only hope now.

"Hey, the demon dragon is going crazy, watch the poor way to kill the demon and slay the dragon!"

Li Fufeng yelled, and with a knot in his hand, the sixteen blue flags and flags moved immediately, and each released a three-color thunderbolt of gold, green and silver to hit the five-clawed real dragon.

After absorbing a large amount of spiritual energy from heaven and earth, the sixteen blue flags and flags are already tens of feet high, but the three-color thunder released by them is only as thick as a baby's arm, and looks inconspicuous.

However, when the five-clawed true dragon was bombarded by these three-color thunders, his body immediately exploded with hideous bloody mouths, and instantly suffered a severe injury that had never been done before.

"Ahhhhhhhhhh, damn stinky Taoist priest, I'm going to kill you, I'm going to kill you!"

Yulong Xinghe roared again and again, and his hatred for Li Fufeng reached its peak at once.

Facing his clamor, Li Fufeng chuckled and said: "Hehehe, the poor have lived for more than 2,200 years, and there are so many people who want to kill the poor. I'm afraid your Excellency will not be ranked among the top ten." Woolen cloth!"

Before the laughter fell, as soon as his hands formed seals, another sixteen thunderbolts of three colors shot out from the sixteen blue flags, and hit the five-clawed real dragon one after another, scarring it all over. The dragon's body was once again beaten with bloody scales flying around, looking very miserable.

"Damn it! You hateful stinky Taoist priest, I'm going to eat you alive, I'm going to tear you to pieces!"

Yulong Xinghe was already in a state of desperation, his sanity seemed to be a little unconscious, like a crazy beast, staring at Li Fufeng with blood-red eyes and screaming crazily, desperately trying to rush over and tear him apart.

But what greeted him was the third round of merciless strikes from sixteen bolts of three-color thunder.

After the third round of thunder was released, the power stored in the sixteen blue flags was completely exhausted, and quickly recovered into a sixteen-foot-long small flag, which flew back to Li Fufeng's hands together with the formation disk.

And the five-clawed real dragon, which was hit by forty-eight three-color thunderbolts in a short period of time, was already skinned and rotten, and it was difficult to see a piece of good meat in its body, and its breath was extremely sluggish.

Even so, his tone was not weak at all. After seeing those blue flags flying back to Li Fufeng's hands, he couldn't help laughing and said: "Hahaha, damn stinky Taoist priest, you have no choice. If you don't, just look at it." How can I swallow you alive to relieve the hatred in my heart!"

Hearing what he said, Li Fufeng looked at him with pity in his eyes and shook his head for a while, saying: "It's sad, sad, pitiful to still show off your tongue when you're about to die!"

"Death is imminent, are you talking about yourself? See how the old man..."

A fierce look flashed in Yulong Xinghe's eyes, and he was about to say how he was going to deal with Li Fufeng, when he suddenly felt something, and looked back abruptly.

"No!"

The screams accompanied by the "rumbling" explosion resounded through the sky.

Amidst the flames soaring into the sky, a vermilion feather fan returned to Zhou Yang's hand.

It seems to consume too much power, and the vermilion feathers and feathers that make up the fan surface are dimmed, losing their original brilliance and brightness.

Zhou Yang opened his mouth and took it into his body for warming and nourishing, so that he can use it in the future.

Then he looked around, and saw in the dissipated flames, a charred dragon-shaped corpse quickly fell to the ground, and soon smashed a big hole in the ground.

Unsurprisingly, after the dragon-shaped corpse fell to the ground, it quickly returned to a scorched human corpse.

The so-called [Dragon Transformation Art] supernatural power only temporarily transformed Yulong Xinghe into a real dragon.

Once the time passes, or the person dies, the magical effect will naturally dissipate and return to the original human form.

"Li Daoyou, Mr. Zhou has consumed too much mana and is unable to fight any more in a short period of time. For other fellow daoists, I hope you can help me a lot, and don't run away from these lunatics of the Yulong family!"

Looking away from the scorched black body on the ground, Zhou Yang saluted Li Fufeng with a solemn expression, expressing his own situation.

Seeing this, Li Fufeng immediately agreed: "This matter is easy to talk about. Fellow Daoist Zhou can recover his mana with peace of mind, and then I will help other fellow Daoists!"

After finishing speaking, he even flew towards the battlefield where the nearest Yuqing Taoist monk was.

At this time, because of Yulong Xinghe's death, the monks of other Yulong family on the battlefield were extremely sad and angry.

Yulong Xinghe's status in the Yulong family is very high, it can be said that it is second only to the patriarch Yulong Xingyu, the impact of his fall is by no means comparable to that of Yulong Jinhuang and Yulong Xuanyong.

"Dead! You all die for me! Let Xinghe be buried with you!"

Yulong Xingyu let out a furious roar, and like Yulong Xinghe, took out a golden orb and swallowed it into his stomach, and activated the so-called [Dragon Transformation Art] magical power.

The difference is that after using his cultivation base of the eighth level of the Nascent Soul, he does not need to go through the hurdle of condensing the blood-colored light cocoon. Like Xinghe, he can only display a limited number of supernatural powers, but he can really show a bit of the charm of a real dragon.

Rumble!

Thunder and lightning flashed in the sky, and a violent storm suddenly blew.

The real dragon transformed by Yulong Xingyu was invincible in the wind and rain, and he completely suppressed Wang Lingxiao and [Yujing Zhenren] two late Nascent Soul cultivators.

The golden dragon flames that he spewed out from his mouth can melt all magic weapons below the seventh rank!

The golden lightning from the pair of dragon horns on his head is as powerful as the thunder of the sky, and it is unparalleled!

His physical defense is hard to break even with a sixth-tier high-grade magic weapon, and the sharpness of his dragon claws is comparable to a seventh-tier fairy weapon!

If it weren't for the incarnation of becoming a real dragon, Yulong Xingyu would no longer be able to use other magic weapons other than the natal magic weapon and the golden long awl. With his current supernatural powers, Wang Lingxiao and [Realist Yujing] might have to run for their lives directly .

At this time, they and Zhou Yang, who was watching from a distance, knew why no one dared to provoke the Yulong family in the world of cultivating immortals in Donghuazhou. They are all very afraid of it, and they don't want to be an enemy easily.

If it was known that Yulong Xingyu had this kind of power after casting [Dragon Transformation Jue], Wang Lingxiao and [Realist Yujing] would most likely not agree to Zhou Yang's request.

It's a pity it's too late to say anything now.

With the death of Yulong Xinghe, this hatred has already been calculated on them. Even if they want to give up at this time, they are just deceiving themselves and others.

Yulong Xingyu will never forget this enmity just because they give up, and pretend that nothing happened.

"This time I was really cheated by that kid!"

Wang Lingxiao cursed secretly in his heart, and suddenly looked at [Realist Yujing] and shouted loudly: "Brother Yujing, the monster dragon is fierce, please make a decision early!"

He seemed to have expectations for [Realist Yujing], and there was something in his words.

[Realist Yujing] Hearing his words, the corners of his eyes twitched immediately, and he couldn't help but let out a long sigh: "That's all! Let's bleed once today!"

Before the voice fell, he made a slight gesture with his hands, as if he had untied some kind of seal, his breath suddenly rose sharply, and he was instantly promoted to the ninth-level "Half-step True Immortal" monk of the Nascent Soul.

The eighth level of the Nascent Soul and the ninth level of the Nascent Soul seem to be only one level apart, but in fact they are completely two realms.

In the world of cultivating immortals, there are many monks in the late stage of Nascent Soul who are trapped in the eighth layer of Nascent Soul all their lives, unable to take that step successfully.

Just like Yulong Xingyu, he has been trapped in this realm for more than five hundred years, and there is still no hope of breaking through.

Many monks who don't know the truth think that the word "Half-Step True Immortal" is just an honorific title, but they don't know that it actually means what it means. It really allows the monks on the ninth floor of the Nascent Soul to possess a part of the ability of a true immortal in the tribulation period.

For example, [Shrink the ground into an inch], the supernatural power of escapism, can be used by monks in the late stage of Nascent Soul, but it is definitely not as easy and comfortable as the "Half-step True Immortal" monks on the ninth floor of Nascent Soul, as if it is instinct.

[Realist Yujing] seems to have stepped into this realm a long time ago, but for some reason, he had to seal part of his cultivation base and let his cultivation base stay at the eighth level of Nascent Soul.

At this time, as soon as he unblocked his cultivation base, he immediately showed a combat power far exceeding that of before.

He quickly made a tactic with both hands, and then waved his hand fiercely forward, a sky-blue wind blade shaped like a moon blade pierced through the air, and instantly slashed at the five-clawed real dragon.

Under the slashing of this azure wind blade, the dragon scale defense, which was difficult to break even with a sixth-level high-grade flying sword before, was directly cut by the wind blade, revealing the bright red flesh and blood inside, and the dragon blood spilled into the sky.

Then there was a flash of white light on his body, and he disappeared in the blink of an eye, appearing in another sky dozens of miles away, causing a golden lightning strike to strike him.

Next, [Realist Yujing] shot again and again, leaving many wounds on the real dragon transformed by Yulong Xingyu with the wind blade containing the power of law, and finally curbed the opponent's fierce power a little.

And Wang Lingxiao injected more than 30% of his own mana into the [Red Night Spear] at one time when he was restraining Yulong Xingyu, and directly gave Yulong Xingyu the head of Yulong Xingyu's golden dragon spirit pet with one spear. Piercing through, almost killing it on the spot.

After disabling Yulong Xingyu's most powerful assistant in this way, he dared to go all out to fight Yulong Xingyu who was transformed into a real dragon with [Realist Yujing].

"It seems that the so-called [Dragon Transformation Jue] has a very limited ability to perform it. Not every Nascent Soul cultivator of the Yulong family can perform it."

"That's right, if every Nascent Soul stage monk of the Yulong family can use this [Dragon Transformation Art], I won't have heard of this supernatural power in the world of cultivating immortals in Donghuazhou!"

In the distance, Zhou Yang withdrew his gaze from Yulong Xingyu, turned his gaze to the other three Yuanying monks from the Yulong family, and murmured thoughtfully to himself.

Yulong Xinghe's words before his death have actually revealed a lot of information about this [Dragon Transformation Art], that is, it will lose life and cultivation after using it.

Shouyuan and cultivation, these are the things that cultivators care about the most. When the price is these two things, even if the benefits of [Dragon Transformation Art] are so obvious, the monks of the Yulong family will definitely use this magical power. Be careful again.

This can be seen from the fact that neither Yulong Xingyu nor Yulong Xinghe used this magical power to avenge Yulong Xinghe after Jiang Fengxian beheaded Yulong Xuanyong.

This time, if he hadn't discovered the ambush in his body, coupled with the fear of the [Suzaku Fan] in Zhou Yang's hand, Yulong Xinghe might not have made up his mind so easily to display this supernatural power.

However, there is no invincible supernatural power in the world. Although [Hualongjue] is strong, its weakness is also obvious. Once used, it will not only lose the supernatural power that the cultivator originally mastered, but also lose the ability to control most of the magical weapons, and it will also affect the mind and wisdom. , Let people's temperament change drastically and be affected by animal instinct.

It's just that this weakness is not obvious in Yulong Xingyu, because after using [Dragon Transformation Art], his strength has almost reached the limit of the sixth level, even with only his physical body and the obtained true dragon supernatural power, he can not fear any enemy.

Don't look at [Reverend Yujing] being able to hurt him now, in fact, those injuries are all flesh and blood wounds to him, and it is even more impossible to kill him if they don't hurt the root.

But Yulong Xinghe, who was much weaker than him, lost his life in vain because of these weaknesses.

The war continues.

After Yulong Xingyu's outbreak was restrained, Li Fufeng quickly made new achievements in other battlefields, and joined forces with a fellow disciple to kill a sixth-rank low-grade white-scaled water dragon.

Afterwards, the two collected the body of the white-scaled water dragon, and each split into two to help other monks besiege the opponent.

With such a snowball, it can be said that the Yulong family's side is over, and the defeat is already set.

"Patriarch, our operation has failed this time. Now is not the time to be arrogant. The top priority is to preserve our vitality first, and then we will find an opportunity to avenge the Seventh Elder and the others in the future!"

The owner of the white-scaled water flood dragon watched with tears in his pet's corpse being taken away by the enemy, and shouted to Yulong Xingyu loudly to express his opinion with a face full of grief and indignation.

And his opening, as if giving courage to the other two, couldn't help but shouted loudly: "Patriarch, please think twice!"

Yulong Xingyu, who was in a fierce battle with [Realist Yujing], was shocked all over, and couldn't help but glance at the other battlefields distractedly. He saw that the Yulong family monks and Jiaolong in various battlefields were clearly in absolute danger under the siege of the superior enemy. Downwind, and each of them was wounded and bloodied and suffered serious injuries.

Seeing this scene, his heart twitched violently, grief and indignation flashed in the golden dragon eyes, he had to make an extremely painful decision, and replied loudly: "Okay, you all retreat first, and this seat will come and kill you! "

After the voice fell, he directly abandoned the two difficult enemies [Renren Yujing] and Wang Lingxiao regardless of whether their attacks fell on him, and rushed towards Li Fufeng and a Xuanyang fairy like a mad tiger. Zong monks.

If he could, of course he wanted to kill Zhou Yang, but Zhou Yang was too far away from him, and he was far away from several battlefields. If he didn't care about killing Zhou Yang, [Realist Yujing] and Wang Lingxiao could choose to kill the nearest one Two Nascent Soul monks from the Yulong family.

At that time, even if he was able to kill Zhou Yang, he would have to pay the lives of two fellow monks, or even the lives of all fellow monks except himself.

This price was too high, so high that he couldn't bear it at all, so he could only choose Li Fufeng who also had a share in killing Yulong Xinghe as the target of revenge.

He made the right choice!

Li Fufeng is the most promising monk in the Yuqing Taoist Sect to be promoted to the late Yuanying stage, and he is also a master of the sixth-order formation. It is impossible for [Realist Yujing] to watch something happen to him.

And Xuanyang Xianzong can't afford the loss of any Nascent Soul cultivator, and Wang Lingxiao doesn't dare to exchange sons with Yulong Xingyu.

The two followed Yulong Xingyu at the same time, and tried their best to prevent him from dealing with other monks of his own side.

And Li Fufeng and the Yuanying monk of the Xuanyang Immortal Sect didn't dare to confront Yulong Xingyu, the fierce dragon crossing the river. .

Seeing that this trick worked, Yulong Xingyu naturally made persistent efforts, and immediately rushed to the battlefield where another Yulong family monk was located.

"Damn it! You dare to fight for your life, old thief Yulong, wouldn't Zhou dare? Fight!"

Zhou Yang's eyes flashed fiercely, and he directly let the silver puppet hold the only remaining [Sky Thunder Bead] in his hand, and then Yuanying came out of his body and brought the "Suppressing Sky Canglong Cauldron" into the silver puppet's body, letting the silver puppet Continuously using the "Thunder Escape Technique" to quickly rush to a battlefield thousands of miles away.

On that battlefield, [Bailu Daoist] and Liu Yunxiang were trying their best to fight that Nascent Soul second-tier cultivator from the Yulong family.

Thanks to Zhou Yang who temporarily lent Liu Yunxiang the sixth-level low-grade defensive magic weapon [Biguangzhu] obtained from Shen Luoyan before the attack, otherwise she would not be able to defend herself against the fierce attack of the Nascent Soul Stage cultivator of the Yulong family. Hold on until now.

【Reverend White Deer】Relying on a 【Flame Dragon Whip】and his natal magic weapon, he was reluctant to deal with that sixth-order ink dragon. When Zhou Yang intervened, he had even been injured by the ink dragon's poison , Seeing that it was about to be unbearable.

It's worth mentioning that the Mo Jiao who fought with [Reverend Bailu] was exactly Mo Jiao, Yulong Xuanyong's spiritual pet back then.

This Mojiao came here with the second-floor Yulong family monk of the Nascent Soul, probably because he wanted to avenge his former master.

At this time, Zhou Yang's Yuanying came out of his body and sent the silver puppet into the battlefield. At the cost of some of his newly recovered mana and a mouthful of Yuanying's life essence, he urged the [Suppressing Sky Canglong Cauldron] to kill the Yuanying of the Yulong family. The monk was suppressed to the ground.

Then the puppet threw the purple thunder bead in his hand, and directly threw the last [Sky Thunder Bead] refined by the power of the thunderstorm to the second-floor monk of the Yulong family's Nascent Soul.

Boom!

The [Sky Thunder Orb], which was comparable to a full-strength blow from a sixth-level monk of the Nascent Soul, exploded close to his body, instantly causing serious injuries to the second-level monk of the Yulong Family.

Afterwards, with a flash of thunder, the silver puppet appeared beside him through the [Thunder Escape Technique], cut him in half with a sword, and smashed the Nascent Soul that he was about to escape out of his body with a punch.

So far, four members of the Yulong family have died because of Zhou Yang, and three of them are monks in the Nascent Soul stage!

"What an evil animal, you escaped by chance last time, and now you dare to send it to your door, Zhou will send you to reunite with your master today!"

Zhou Yang controlled the silver puppet and turned his head, a pair of silver eyes without any emotion looked at the Mo Jiao who was fighting with [Bailu Daoist], his voice was as cold as ice, which made the Mo Jiao tremble all over, the eyes in his eyes trembled. There was a flash of extreme fear, and Zhou Yang turned around and ran away in shock from Zhou Yang's words.

Khan, the car overturned, I slept too hard last night!