Fairy Tree

A scene from a hundred years ago seemed to appear before our eyes again.

Back then, it was after the poisonous dragon showed its prototype that he suffered a huge defeat. His magic power was almost shattered. He went back to seclusion for several years to recuperate before finally recovering.

"Go." The flames all over the sky gathered together, forming a huge fireball and smashed towards the poisonous dragon.

Seeing the huge fireball, Poisonous Dragon's eyes also showed a trace of solemnity. Although he was full of confidence in the strength of his body, being hit by an intermediate spell would cause him unbearable pain, and he might even be seriously injured. .

Intermediate spells are almost the ultimate spells in this world. Only by killing the few remaining high-level demon clans in their demon clan can one obtain the seal of high-level spells, but this probability is extremely low.

As far as Du Jiao knows, the number of transformed demon cultivators who have practiced advanced spells in the Demonic Plain will never exceed one palm. Therefore, for human monks, it is difficult to obtain a seal of advanced spells. Refining a top-quality magic weapon is no less generous.

Of course, the power of intermediate-level spells cast in the hands of early Yuanying monks is also astonishing. Once the huge fireball condensed by the sky-filling flames is hit, even the poisonous dragon will not dare to try it easily even if it is confident in its own body.

The "Poisonous Dragon Black Flame Gun" surrounding him suddenly grew several times in size, burning with blazing black flames and shooting directly towards the huge fireball.

"Boom." There was an explosion, black flames and flames mixed together, the explosion spread out, and turned into a stream of light that filled the sky and disappeared.

The poisonous dragon's eyes flashed with a cold light as it shot towards Ancestor Qishan. The single claw stretched out several feet strangely and clawed at Ancestor Qishan's face.

Ancestor Qishan's face was as pale as a baby's. He pointed at the two blood-transforming magic knives in the distance. The two blood knives immediately slashed towards the poisonous dragon, one on the left and the other on the right.

The Poison Dragon's body rolled over, and he actually grabbed one of the Blood-Transforming Divine Swords, but the other one seemed to have been cut on his body, and the fine scales were also cut with a chi-long gap. Red blood seeped out.

In pain, the poisonous dragon's tail was pulled out suddenly. Ancestor Qishan saw the dark afterimage, and almost instinctively integrated the soft fire spirit shield into one, blocking it in front of him.

"Boom." There was a loud noise, and the red aura on the soft fire spirit shield was so dim that it was almost invisible. At this moment, the ancestor of Qishan was once again swept away dozens of feet, and a wisp of blood could not help but flow out from the corner of his mouth.

This was still the Soft Fire Spiritual Shield, which absorbed most of the impact force. When the Soft Fire Spiritual Shield was knocked away, the remaining force hit the Qishan Ancestor's body, causing him to be slightly shaken by his aura. hurt.

A stern look flashed across the face of Qishan Ancestor. He pointed at the Blood-Transforming Divine Sword that was grasped by the poisonous dragon in the distance. The Blood-Transforming Divine Slashing Sword suddenly spat out blood and exploded with large sparks on the poisonous dragon's claws.

But the poisonous dragon's claws are so strong that no matter how much the blood-forming sword cuts, they can't break free.

Qishan Patriarch put one palm up in front of his chest, closed his eyes slightly, and remembered the obscure spell in his mouth. In the void above his head, a large blood-red net gradually condensed and took shape.

Seeing this big blood-red net, Poison Dragon couldn't help but exclaimed: "Demon-binding net?"

This "Demon Binding Net" is not a magic weapon, but a secret magical power. Through spells, one can condense one's own magic power into silk threads and weave a large spiritual light net, which is specially used to trap and block enemies. Moreover, because of this The demon-binding net is connected to one's own magic power.

Once you are covered by the demon-binding net, if you want to break through it, either the person who cast the demon-binding net is willing to take the initiative to remove the secret technique, or you have to break free and let the mana of the person who cast the demon-binding net be exhausted. Otherwise, There is almost no other way.

Of course, there is another way, which is to use sharp magic weapons or spiritual treasures to directly break the demon-binding net. However, this method will most likely not work. The demon-binding net is woven with spiritual power silk, and it itself is different from the monks. Own magic power penetrates.

Unless the demon-binding net is completely cut open in one blow, just cutting through a few strands of the mesh will be of no use at all, because just after cutting off the front, it will be back to the original state the next moment.

A giant red net hundreds of feet long on one side gradually condensed and took shape, accompanied by the Qishan Patriarch's "Go."

The giant red net went straight towards the poisonous dragon cover. In almost a blink of an eye, it arrived in front of the poisonous dragon. This demon-binding net was not only tough, but also made of spiritual power threads. It was also extremely fast, almost reaching the distance of the sky. degree of transmission.

The poisonous dragon had just become alert and wanted to run away, but the big red net was already under the hood, tightly wrapping most of the poisonous dragon's body.

Ancestor Qishan showed a hint of joy on his face. This magical power of "Demon Binding Net" was bought from an auction at a huge price. It took him half a month to practice it. He has always regarded it as As a trump card, it is easy and does not intend to be revealed.

However, this poisonous dragon is too difficult to deal with and is extremely powerful. Even his soft fire spiritual shield cannot resist his physical attack, so he can only use this secret technique.

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After leaving Ziyang Fairy City for nearly a hundred miles, Xiao Lin didn't feel that anyone was chasing him, and he couldn't help but show a bit of joy on his face.

As long as I can escape a hundred miles away, I think I can get rid of the spiritual lock. When the sky is high and the sea is wide, I can roam freely.

Xiao Lin had already made up his mind to return to Dancao Mountain and stay in seclusion. He was frightened this time. He had been very careful since he started practicing Taoism. He didn't dare to offend even Jindan cultivators easily, but he never thought that he would be targeted by the Yuanying old monster.

In his opinion, this was simply a suicidal act. Although he guessed that the reason why he was targeted by the Yuanying old monster was mostly because he got the first chapter of the Bu Tian Sutra from the Langhuan chess game.

It is really a crime for an innocent man to possess a treasure. What made Xiao Lin depressed was that he didn't get the first chapter of the Bu Tian Sutra voluntarily, but was forced into him by the Langhuan chess game. If he knew that getting the first chapter of the Bu Tian Sutra would offend a Yuanying old monster.

Xiao Lin would rather not have this scripture.

At this point, he couldn't do it even if he wanted to. He had lost a lot of blood and essence twice in a row. Even with the supplement of Xueyang Dan, Xiao Lin's face turned pale.

Suddenly, Xiao Lin's pale face turned even paler. He turned his head and saw a ball of golden light flying towards him at an astonishing speed. It was less than a hundred feet behind him in the blink of an eye.

Xiao Lin's face suddenly showed fear. Without thinking, he shook his hand and slapped the bag on his waist. Several top-grade magic tools flew out of the bag with various colors of spiritual light, and then rushed towards the golden light.

"Clang clang clang." These top-grade magic tools had not really touched the body of the golden light. Just under the irradiation of the golden light, the spiritual light dissipated and flew down.

Seeing this scene, Xiao Lin's face turned pale and his eyes showed despair. He naturally understood that the magic tool in the golden light should be the magic weapon driven by the Yuanying ancestor.

Facing such an attack, how could he, a small foundation-building cultivator, resist it?

Suddenly, Xiao Lin had a flash of inspiration in his mind, and a half of the black broken blade flew out of his storage bag and floated in front of Xiao Lin. Xiao Lin directly sprayed a mouthful of blood on it, and then poured the mana in his body into the broken blade frantically.

"Buzz." After being infused with Xiao Lin's blood and huge mana, a faint white light flashed on the broken blade.

At this moment, Xiao Lin was completely desperate, and the mana in his dantian was poured into the broken blade as if it was free. The black rust on the surface of the broken blade began to fall off, revealing the snow-white blade inside.

As if afraid that the power was not enough, Xiao Lin sprayed out a mouthful of blood again. After this mouthful of blood, Xiao Lin felt dizzy in his sea of ​​consciousness, but he knew that now was not the time to faint.

He bit the tip of his tongue fiercely, and the severe pain immediately swept away Xiao Lin's sleepiness.

He hurriedly took out two jade bottles from his bag, one containing Qi Yuan Dan and the other containing Xue Yang Dan. Xiao Lin didn't even look at how much was in there, and poured them into his mouth.

"Go." Xiao Lin snorted coldly, and the white broken blade suddenly disappeared with a "hum~" sound.

At this time, Xiao Lin finally saw what the golden light was. It was a huge golden net. When it was still 20 or 30 feet away from him, it suddenly stretched out, covering a range of 100 feet, and covered Xiao Lin's head.

Xiao Lin looked at the golden net, and despair appeared on his face. The broken blade was his most powerful attack method now, but facing the magic weapon of the Yuanying ancestor, he didn't think that the broken blade could resist it.

On the contrary, it was a high probability event that he would be covered by this golden net and captured alive.

And from the magic weapon aura on the golden net, Xiao Lin could imagine that once he was covered by this golden net, even if he didn't die, he would probably lose a layer of skin.

"Buzz." A ball of white light suddenly shot out from the broken blade and shot into Xiao Lin's body. Xiao Lin's face suddenly showed horror, but before he could figure out the reason, the ball of white light wrapped around his body and turned into a white knife light, heading towards the golden net.

"No way, are you going to deliver it to me?" A speechless expression flashed across Xiao Lin's desperate face. He had originally thought of blocking the golden net with the broken blade, at least to buy himself some time to get rid of the golden net's coverage.

Now, the broken blade actually pulled him directly and took the initiative to go forward. No matter how he looked at it, Xiao Lin's mind only flashed four words: "You're caught in a trap."

When a white knife light was still ten feet away from the golden net, it suddenly accelerated. If someone was standing next to it at this time, they would see that the white knife light that wrapped around Xiao Lin turned into a piece of white light in an instant and disappeared suddenly.

The next moment, Xiao Lin was horrified to see that he had passed through the golden net and appeared in the void of more than ten feet behind the golden net. The half of the broken blade was still flashing with a white light, quietly floating beside Xiao Lin.