Natural fairy species

"Let's see if he will activate the Star Palace Order... The introduction of such a swordsman with an unknown origin and a strength close to the Great True Lord into the organization is not yet known whether it is a blessing or a curse."

The round-faced monk shook his robe, and behind him there was nothingness, and stars rose into the sky.

Four black dragons clawed their teeth and claws and flew out of the realm. The finger-thick loach instantly grew to dozens of feet in length.

The ink-colored scales fit tightly together, and the Yaojiao dragon body exuded powerful power. The weak monsters in the deserted valley were frightened by the surging monster power and fled in all directions.

Behind each black dragon's head, there is a jade rope, connected to a gorgeous cloud chariot.

The black dragon pulls the chariot, and the cloud chariot travels a thousand feet.

Anyone who sees this kind of posture will know that a great big shot is passing by, and they should stay away from him.

The four black dragons are all third-level high-grade spiritual beasts. The cloud chariot can accommodate dozens of people. It has various complex restrictions and is worth as much as the best flying magic weapon.

The round-faced monk didn't need to sit in the chariot, but several ladies in palace clothes came forward to pour wine, wave fans and play music.

Taking a closer look, these ladies in palace clothes are all slim and beautiful, but their eyes are dull, and they seem to have strings hanging on their limbs when they walk, which is very uncoordinated.

Obviously, it is not a living person, but some kind of puppet creation.

"It's a pity that the Seven Kills Star Lord died unexpectedly. Even with him in the Star Palace, he was not afraid of the newcomers... None of the current ones can suppress that person steadily."

Pojun Xingjun was leaning on the high seat, his fat and bulging figure was different from his previous figure.

"The conditions for restarting the secret realm of trials are almost in place. All that is needed is a fifth-level flying sword as the key and a sword-light differentiation realm monk to do the work..."

"This person is very important to restarting the secret trial realm, and he has to bear even some risks. What's more, the strength of several people like me is not just on the surface, they each have real identities, and the power they can mobilize is by no means limited to this."

Pojun Xingjun, or rather the round-faced monk who had taken off his mask and returned to his true identity, made a decision in his heart and grabbed a glass of spiritual wine and drank it in one gulp.

"As long as that person activates the Star Palace Order, he will be included in the Star Palace first. All the information about the entrance to the secret realm of trial is in my hands, and the initiative lies with me... After entering the secret realm, it is half of my home court, so there is nothing to fear. Of course, To be sure, it’s best to break through to the middle stage of Nascent Soul.”

The black dragon cloud chariot was not slow, crossing several peaks and flying towards the central area of ​​​​Dali.

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Nanchu, Shijue Valley.

Thousands of monks lined up in each corner according to the formation, holding formation flags.

Flags were fluttering in the field, and the treasure light soared into the sky. From time to time, there was a deafening loud noise, like an earth dragon turning over, and the mountains collapsing and the earth cracking.

On the ridges on both sides of the Shijue Valley, huge rocks the size of houses rolled down, creating deep pits at the bottom of the valley, and the dust was flying.

Occasionally, there is the divine light of ice as cold as frost, the divine light of the sun as blazing as flames, the bright and colorful divine light of the Seven Birds, the divine light of separation and separation that integrates offense and defense, gathering and dispersing at will, and the billowing poisonous smoke, which is terrifying. The sweet and dizzying divine light of hundreds of poisons...

In one stick of incense, more than ten types of divine light erupted from the valley floor.

It was as if there were more than a dozen monks who were proficient in divine light and were besieged in the Shijue Valley and were struggling to resist.

"Fellow Daoist Tian, ​​when will the Blood God Son of your sect arrive! In order to lure the Hundred-Eyed Centipede into the formation trap, my two nephews were brutally murdered. At present, 70% of the formation monks are disciples of our Taiyi Sect... We can't delay it any longer. Over time, these disciples' mana will be overdrawn, and their foundations will be irreversibly damaged."

The ancestor of Yuanying of Taiyi Sect was a monk with a short stature and the appearance of a child. He carried a big red gourd taller than himself on his back and spoke in an old-fashioned manner.

"The Hundred-Eyed Centipede is headed towards your Blood Sea Sect. If you hadn't asked to come and kill this insect together to share the relics, our sect would not have ordered all the troops to show up here. The Son of Blood God has not arrived yet. Are you ready to regret it?"

"Fellow Daoist Jin, don't worry. I'm here with hundreds of disciples. Will this sect give up on us...Senior Brother Blood God Son is definitely here, and he will take action at the critical moment."

The Yuanying monk named Tian has a vertical eye between his eyebrows. It is said that he has refined some kind of powerful bloodline, and his third Dharma Eye has incredible supernatural powers.

The three major sects of Southern Chu, the Blood Sea Sect, the Taiyi Sect, and the Huanxi Sect, are equally powerful.

In recent years, with the strong rise of the Blood God Son of this generation and the subjugation of the Abi Heavenly Prison Demonic Sword, the Blood Sea Sect has a faint tendency to be half a step ahead.

But the other two levels have the Great True Lord in charge. Even if the disciples of the next generation are inferior to the Blood God Son, they will not be at a significant disadvantage.

Jinshan Boy looks like a child, but no one dares to underestimate him because of this. Any monk who mentions his figure in front of him will be regarded as a sworn enemy.

He ended up with this appearance because he offended the Supreme Elder of the Huanxi Sect a hundred years ago and fled in embarrassment under the action of the Great True Lord.

In the end, he gave up his physical body, leaving only his Nascent Soul, and was lucky enough to save his life.

After seizing the body and entering the body that had been prepared for a long time, he discovered that there was still a subtle hint of the true meaning of yin and yang in the Nascent Soul, which came from the Great True Lord of the Huanxi Sect.

It directly led to Jinshan Boy's physical body being finalized, and he could no longer grow any further.

It took a lot of effort to cultivate the unity of spirit and body, and it was impossible for him to change his physical body just for the sake of body shape and appearance.

The current physical body possesses the golden evil spirit body and has the aptitude for alien spiritual roots. It is the best choice among the physical bodies collected by Taiyi Sect over hundreds of years.

Replacing the physical body may not be as good as it is firstly, and secondly, it will take decades to refine the physical body again.

Even the Nascent Soul Lord cannot bear such a delay.

He just retained his childlike appearance and was teased behind his back by people in the world of immortality, but it did not affect his normal cultivation.

"Wait another three days. If the Son of Blood God does not come, I will lead the disciples of Taiyi Sect to evacuate directly... By then, the enraged Hundred-Eyed Centipede will definitely rush straight to the Blood Sea Sect, but I cannot be responsible for it."

Seeing a divine light as thick as a mountain rushing up, the Jinshan boy snorted coldly and smacked it with one palm.

Countless golden swords, golden swords, and golden swords danced together, cutting the heavy divine light into pieces and suppressing it easily.

In the formation composed of a thousand monks, there are more than a dozen immortal alchemy practitioners as the eyes, nearly a hundred foundation-building monks as the meridians, and nearly a thousand Qi-refining disciples as the foundation.

Taking advantage of the battle formation, the fourth-level Hundred-Eyed Centipede was firmly trapped in it.

However, as one of the five most powerful insects in the world of immortality, the Hundred-Eyed Centipede's strength is comparable to that of the great monsters whose bloodline has been passed down from ancient mythical beasts. It cannot be judged purely based on rank.

The more of the hundreds of pairs of compound eyes on the body that are opened, the richer and more powerful the divine light is.

The most unacceptable point is that the divine light emitted from a pair of eyes does not consume any demonic power for the Hundred-Eyed Centipede. Only when all the eyes emit divine light at the same time does it mean that the Hundred-Eyed Centipede starts to take it seriously and really uses its demonic power.

The most terrifying Hundred-Eyed Centipede that ever appeared in the world of immortality, it took five Great True Lords to set up formations to kill it for almost a year before it was successfully killed.

It is completely unfeasible for human monks to compete with it for endurance and endurance.

This is the role of the Jinshan boy and the monk surnamed Tian. When the hundred-eyed centipede in the Shijue Valley has the tendency to rush out of the valley bottom, he can take action in time to push it back.

At the same time, it also reduces the burden on the battle formation.

Otherwise, if the mind is tense for a long time and the mana is operated at a high intensity, those who are really good at forming pills will be fine, but the most basic Qi refining disciples will not be able to hold on for a day.

Fortunately, this hundred-eyed celestial centipede was only a fourth-level low-grade creature. The two Nascent Soul Lords and their battle formations were enough to trap it here.

It's just that the finishing blow would definitely not be possible based on the strength of the two of them.

Doing it forcefully will only cause unnecessary risks.

The counterattack before Bai Mu Tian Centiped's death has a high chance of taking away a Nascent Soul cultivator, and the battle formation will also suffer heavy damage.

Even those disciples at the foundation building and Qi refining level will be completely wiped out.

Either he will be drained of mana by the battle formation, or he will die from the burst of divine light gathered by the Hundred-Eyed Centipede.

Taiyi Sect contributed more and was willing to share the harvest equally, but it was still under the circumstances that the Blood Sea Sect was under greater threat.

The reason is to rely on the strength of the Blood God Son.

To be precise, he relies on the fifth-level flying sword Abi Heavenly Prison Demon Sword.

Soon, on the second day of Bai Mu Tian Centiped's unhurried counterattack, it was obvious that it had become irritable.

The frequency of the inspired divine light has become much denser, and there are even situations where three or five divine lights are emitted at the same time.

The Jinshan boy and the monk surnamed Tian became obviously serious, and each had his own magic weapon in his hands.

In the battle formation below, there were already more than a hundred Qi Refining disciples who staggered and fell down.

The person in charge of the monks from the two sects came forward and ordered the Qi Refining disciples who had overexhausted their magic power and had passed out to be dragged away, and then replaced with new strength to support them.

As the sky grew darker, thirteen rays of divine light were finally seen merging into a giant beam of light, sweeping out from the bottom of the valley.

As if they were hit hard in the direction of the battle formation, nearly half of the thousands of monks fell to the ground spitting blood, and hundreds of them collapsed directly on the ground, as if they had no limbs or bones.

The leader, Master Jie Dan, almost all had faces as ugly as gold paper.

But the giant light beam only swayed slightly, and continued to move. It still smashed through the mountains of Shijue Valley with the momentum of sweeping away everything.

Swinging down, all the thousands of monks sitting cross-legged on the ground will be crushed into powder.

The monk surnamed Tian screamed strangely, opened his eyebrows, and the giant beam of light slowed down a hundred times in his eyes.

The composition of the divine light, its strengths and weaknesses, can all be analyzed truthfully.

The body turned into a blood mist, dispersed into the air, and reunited in front of the giant light pillar, becoming a hill-like bloody giant.

His facial features, appearance, and appearance were no longer similar to those of the monk surnamed Tian.

The strength of the Baisha Blood Sea Dharma is closely related to the practitioner's talent and talent, as well as the number of bloodlines and bloodline level powers incorporated into it.

The monk surnamed Tian refined some kind of giant blood, and for this purpose he rushed to the Western Regions and slaughtered several families with ancient giant blood.

In fact, the blood in those families was already very small. He killed hundreds of thousands of people, leaving corpses everywhere, and finally he condensed a ray of possible giant essence and blood.

boom!

The blood-light giant raised his hands and was directly knocked down by the giant light beam, with the lower half of his legs sinking into the ground.

With another collision, the bloody giant's hands were broken and blasted into pieces by the fused divine light.

"Damn it, this centipede is only one step away from reaching the fourth-level mid-level!"

The blood mist condensed, and the pale-faced monk named Tian reappeared, his figure seemed a little more transparent.

The Baisha Blood Sea Technique is called the number one life-saving technique, which is not entirely an exaggeration.

If the river of blood never dries up, the body will never die.

It is precisely because of this that the blood sea sect monks have a fighting style that is not afraid of death.

Whenever there is a conflict, they will take a life-for-life attitude, not caring about the injuries left behind. At worst, they will die twice.