Natural fairy species

"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 vault and build thousands more Beast Gate.”

There was a trace of sadness in Fang Tiansheng's eyes, and he said heavily and forcefully.

"Fortunately, Junior Brother Feng was stimulated by Ge Cang and insisted on going 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 broke into the boundless sea of ​​suffering, and not a single word was heard in these years.

Fortunately, the soul lamp is still alive, which means that his life is safe.

Looking only at the talent of beast control, Feng Moyun can be regarded as the best in the history of Wanshou Sect, and even Fang Tiansheng has 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 him was the now famous Bai Zichen.

She inherited the relics of Master Black Wind and took the last step to successfully form the elixir.

But the young man who went to Wanshoufang with him back then became the most dazzling Dan-forming master in the Northern Territory.

"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."

There was deep envy in Fang Tiansheng's words, and he had to admit that there are indeed 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 spirit. The main treasure material can only be used to its fullest effect when it is 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 Nascent Soul stage, it must be a very beautiful scenery..."

Honglian'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."

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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 were engraved on the city gate, outlining a ferocious god 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 war weapons on the city wall. As long as they are activated, they will be thunderous and spread 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 in the early stages of forming a pill, causing the monks of the Faxiang Sect 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 True Monarch Nascent Soul.

After several months of continuous activation 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 Immortal 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 Demon Crossbow may be slightly lower, but each time it is launched, it must be equipped with a special Zhuxian arrow, which is made of third-order iron wood as the shaft, third-order fire crystal stone as the arrowhead, and third-order wind bird feathers as the tail.

After this calculation, the overall cost is higher.

According to the speculations of the Tianpu Peak monks, during the years of fighting, the number of large-scale war weapons damaged and replaced in Zengguang Immortal City was at least two thousand.

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

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

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

Otherwise, it would not attract the jealousy of several super sects in the Central Region.

"It's such a heavy murderous aura that even the spiritual energy of heaven and earth is stirred to pieces!"

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

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

There were too many high-level monks, and their auras shot straight into the sky like wolf smoke, highlighting their individual characteristics.

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

"Those with lower cultivation levels are simply unable to meditate and refine their Qi in such an environment. The Nascent Soul cultivator's thoughts will affect the direction of the spiritual energy, and with so many powerful breaths, it will be difficult to even enter concentration."

Bai Zichen was already a monk who had seen a big scene. That day on the Meili Snow Ridge, ten Nascent Soul Lords gathered on a peak.

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

But 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. Basically all the Nascent Soul Lords of the Northern Territory are present.

The recent wolf smoke was pure white and righteous, glowing with righteousness. At the bottom was 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 circle.

After scanning around, I 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.

"Nascent Soul 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.

From a distance, I saw the conspicuous sign of the Tianhe Sword Sect. 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.

Everyone doesn't care 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 he has no spare time to distribute it.

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

"How come this junior dares to walk around on my head? Could it be that no one can cure the Void Escape Technique?"

Bai Zichen used Sochi Tianya to cross the two wolf smokes. Just when he was about to pass near the last wolf smoke, a demonic hand suddenly stretched out.

The blue-red devil hand looked like a broken cloth bag, which had been sewn and patched together again. There were obvious traces of stitching on the skin.

Before it even reached his body, a stench 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.

Realizing 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, with twists and turns.

There is a devil's palace underneath, with high pavilions built around it, which is eerie and strange. 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, making people panic when looking at it.

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

But 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 in fact it is 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 flaws.

It is actually the realm of breaking through all the 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 left to deal with corpse puppet masters whose realm was lower than his own.

"There is still a gap between the Yuanying monk and me."

Bai Zichen relied on the destruction and decomposition of all laws with one sword and the carelessness of the old man Xipi, and he was lucky enough to defeat one move and escape from the realm of the devil's palace.

I have to admit that if I don't use my two trump cards, even if I am killing chickens and dogs when dealing with Master Jiedan, I will still be weak in front of Master Yuanying.

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

The old man Xipi asked the monk Jiedan to break the grasping hand. He became angry and suppressed it with overwhelming force.

"Who took action in front of the Tianhe Sword Sect and bullied the junior!"

Yan Yuanzai had kept 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.

After being stabbed continuously in the hands of the green and red demon, several fingers turned into blood mist and exploded.

"Yan Yuanzai, you, a junior, dare to stand up for others... But when Tang Fei was still around, 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 disadvantageous!"

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 with imprecision, and lack the spirit of flying swords.

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

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

"Ancestor, if Yan Yuanzai can't reach the early stage of Yuanying, why do you want to give him face like this?"

A real Jiedan asked.

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

The pillars were burning red, and 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.

"How can Yan Yuanzai be so dishonest? He used a fourth-level flying sword to build the withered bones in the tomb and tried to maintain the reputation of his sect. It is comparable to the name of his family's secret realm."

Old Man Shibi let out a sinister laugh, with a smiley expression on his face, as if his face was 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 It’s true, who will be able to stop him in the Northern Territory a hundred years from now, why bother becoming a villain now?”