Natural fairy species

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

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

One of its wings was obviously drooped, and it was unable to maintain a good balance 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, it was also a human monk who had perfected the elixir formation and left a deep impression on it.

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 and used some secret method to be able to fight evenly with him.

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.

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

But it misjudged the impact of not having the true feather. Thousands of years later, the true feather has not reappeared, and the sleeping Nirvana magical power has lost its effect.

"Damn it, if my true feather 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 had reached its peak, and the glazed pure fire on his body soared into the sky, and all of them were thrown into the sea of ​​fire.

The sea of ​​​​fire that was originally burning became more intense, and 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.

"God General Ren Gao, Qi!"

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

A giant ten feet tall was made of condensed light. He was wearing golden armor and a cloud helmet on his head. His face was as heavy as a jujube, and he was 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 the God General Ren Gao.

It is essentially a clone phantom summoned by the high god 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.

But it is said that the talisman of the high god general Ding Maoren is a phantom condensed by a trace of power invited by the god general from the upper world.

No matter how capable the Glazed Pure Fire was, could it still be able to trace its source and burn it all the way to the divine general's body in the upper world?

Ren Gao Shen Jiang wielded eight long golden arms, either fists or palms, or pinched fingers to attack Qingluan from eight directions.

"Little tricks!"

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.

The majestic fourth-level demon was thrown back to the ground, the broken wings were punched again, and the bloody 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 just to cut off some of the arms of General Ren Gao, he took the remaining damage.

In particular, a golden thumb directly pierced Qingluan Demon's body, revealing a huge hole.

"Damn it! Damn it! Damn it all!"

Qingluan looked up to the sky and screamed, a ball of golden flame flew out of his 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 True Ling. Your souls must be exposed to the sun day by day and burned every night..."

A flash of moonlight was as bright as the sun, cutting through the sky. In the blink of an eye, the sword light 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.

Rays of red light converged towards the wound location, controlling the sword wounds that spread outward.

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

After preparing for a long time, using Yuexuan Sword as his eye, he waited for the best opportunity 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 if it were a monk with the same strength, he would be dead at this moment..."

Bai Zichen felt 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 retreating sea of ​​​​fire on Zhenren Ge Cang's side, he knew that the battle situation had reversed and the advantage was back to his side.

"Junior Brother Bai, your swordsmanship is good! 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... It's better to deal with this Qingluan first. The centipede will die without being stiff, let alone a fourth-level monster!"

Bai Zichen's heart was as clear as a mirror. It was impossible for the Nascent Soul Lord to be stupid enough to receive this sword.

In other words, True Monarch Nascent Soul would not have given him a chance to prepare his sword from the beginning, and would have dragged him into the battle group long ago.

Even if the Nascent Soul Master 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 lost its true feather, and two brothers dared to come and kill the demon.

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

Moreover, half of the credit for this sword must be recorded on Master Ge Cang.

If he hadn't supported Qingluan's offensive with his own strength, and even made the fourth-level 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 taking advantage of its pain to kill it. Their swords gleamed and thunder roared, submerging Qingluan under the tide of attack.

call out!

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

Little bits of starlight were scattered everywhere and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Qingluan suddenly vomited out the demon pill. He no longer looked graceful and elegant, and his whole body was covered in blood, with a desperate posture.

The demon elixir is just like the monk's golden elixir and Yuanying. It is a life-and-death relationship. Although it is very powerful, once it is damaged, it will not be as simple as a decrease in strength.

Unless they feel the threat of death, no monster will use the demon pill easily.

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.

There were more than twenty grains of Wutu Divine Sand, not a single grain left, and they were blasted out in one breath.

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 Divine Sand, which has been cultivated in the spiritual land of this mountain for thousands of years, has gained 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 the fourth-order demon was inevitably affected.

Qingluan couldn't 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 demon pill and the original true fire were stimulated by this, just like taking the 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 unison.

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

The Qingluan bird's head shook, thinking that the two human monks were out of strength and wanted to run away. They smiled sarcastically, and an iron pillar holding the sky fell from the sky.

He wanted to flutter his wings and leave, but found that the void was sealed with a stick, and he couldn't even escape into the flames.

He was anxious to call back the demon pill, but the power of the earth veins brought by the Wutu Divine Sand that exploded one after another shook the demon power away, and his movements were a beat slower.

boom!

When the stick hit it, the sky collapsed, dust flew, and the iron pillar holding the sky shrank into a coiled dragon stick.

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

"Another fourth-level monster!"

Master Ge Cang looked shocked and unconsciously tightened his lightning strike wooden cane.

"It's the white ape. It has actually become a fourth-level demon... It has just begun to transform. 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 look more like a human being.

He has the gift of seeing fire, and 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 was just pretending 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.

The moment Bai Yuan took action, the two of them felt the reaction 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 the Panlong Stick in one hand and Qingluan, which was several times larger than his own body, in the other hand.

The fourth-level demon was now reduced to a puddle of mud, and its original form was almost unrecognizable.

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

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

It seemed that they were back at the beginning, and the two faced a fourth-level transformed monster again.