Chapter 285: Dragon Treasure Book
"you……"
True Man Jiu Zhuan’s face turned pale, and he was both shocked and angry.
“Shua~~~”
A ray of talisman light bloomed in his sleeve, it was a third-level medium-grade speed talisman that Jiuzhuan Zhenren had treasured for many years.
"Fellow Daoist, you injured my Junior Sister Han Bing. It's not good for you to just leave like that."
Ning Daoran controlled the exquisite jade gourd with one hand and raised his other hand to lightly hook his fingers. Suddenly, a strand of blood-colored thread came silently from behind Master Jiuzhuan, blocking his retreat.
At the same time, the magic power of Changqing Jue surged, and formation flags and formation plates flew out of the storage bag, and quickly scattered in all directions like flying stars. In a moment, a third-level formation with flowing light rose up and imprisoned Jiuzhuan Zhenren inside.
White Feather Flowing Sound Formation, a third-level intermediate-grade formation!
For a moment, True Man Jiu Zhuan was even more shocked. Not only was this person powerful and had an amazing background, but he was also a formation master? And judging from his posture, he was most likely a third-level formation master! "Daoyou, who are you?"
True Man Jiu Zhuan's eyes were grim, and in his sleeves hidden in his hand were two more third-grade, mid-grade forbidden-breaking talismans. In addition, a second-grade, top-grade spiritual flying knife was surrounded by surging mana, ready to go.
"As far as I know, all the Chaos Sect's golden cores except Han Bing have died in the black tide in the border battle. Who are you, fellow Daoist? The Chaos Sect does not have a golden core like you!"
"It's okay to tell you."
As soon as the formation came out, Ning Daoran knew it was foolproof. At the moment he raised the Autumn Water Sword, he smiled and said word by word: "Listen carefully, fellow Daoist. My name is Ning Daoran. I used to be a small spiritual farmer in the Qiongbi Peak of the Chaos Sect's outer sect."
"Don't lie to me, fellow Taoist!"
True Man Jiu Zhuan would never believe it, and he let out a thunderous roar, waving his sleeves wildly, and in an instant, the two third-level forbidden-breaking talismans were about to be used.
The forbidden-breaking talisman can do great harm to the formation. Once he uses these two third-level intermediate-grade forbidden-breaking talismans, even if the Baiyu Liuyin Formation is not broken, some of the formation patterns and formation flags will inevitably be damaged. After all, they are all spirit stones, so don't waste them if you can.
"die!"
Ning Daoran pointed the sword directly without any warning. Strands of golden swords suddenly burst out from the Tai Chi pattern that had condensed at some point under Jiuzhuan Zhenren's feet. Before Jiuzhuan Zhenren could cast the talisman to break the ban, they "puff puff puff" pierced through his eyebrows, throat, heart, dantian and other important parts, killing him directly!
“Plop…”
The next second, Master Jiuzhuan's body fell straight down.
And with his pupils shrinking, he watched helplessly as the treasure mirror that made him famous turned into a stream of light and was absorbed into the jade gourd.
"My journey to immortality... ends here?"
The light in the eyes of the fallen Jiuzhuan Zhenren continued to fade. Although his heart was filled with resentment and indignation, he seemed to have nothing to regret. The fighting power of the man in front of him was far superior to his, and his death was not unjust.
"That's all..."
Before his death, True Man Jiu Zhuan sighed and died completely.
…
"snort……"
Ning Daoran slapped the exquisite jade gourd, and suddenly a ray of auspicious light wrapped around the treasure mirror flew out, and he played with it in his hand.
The treasure mirror was extremely simple and antique, covered in bronze. The back was engraved with obscure ancient Chinese characters, and the front was engraved with a coiled dragon. The dragon was lifelike, and upon closer inspection, Xu Ran was still shaking.
It has a strong ancient flavor, and even ordinary people can see that it is extraordinary with the naked eye.
Ancient treasure, the best among magic weapons! "Good stuff..."
Ning Daoran sighed and threw the treasure mirror into the storage bag, then lightly raised his hand to gather all the souls of Master Jiuzhuan that were scattered nearby and searched their souls to see how this casual cultivator, who was so bold as to dare to touch his junior sister!
The result of the soul search was not surprising. The reason why True Man Jiuzhuan dared to touch Han Bing and the Chaos Sect was purely because of the decline of the Chaos Sect.
In the border war sixty years ago, the Chaos Sect fought on behalf of Qingzhou and suffered heavy losses. Not only were the four Jindan masters Jiang Yu, Gongyang Yan, Lin Xingyuan and Ning Qing killed in the black tide, but even the forefather Lin Qing'er, who was in the Nascent Soul stage, was said to have perished in that catastrophe.
This battle caused the Chaos Sect's strength to plummet. How could Han Bing, who only had an eighth-grade spiritual root, support a super sect? Therefore, in the eyes of many sects in Qingzhou, the Chaos Sect had already fallen into a second-rate sect again, and its overall strength was even not as good as when Jiang Yu was in charge of the sect.
The world of cultivating immortals is cruel and ruthless, and strength is the only thing that matters. If you can do it, you can do it, and if you can't do it, you can't do it. The same is true for the Chaos Sect.
Ning Daoran frowned, looking at the blurry soul of Jiuzhuan Zhenren in front of him, feeling slightly angry.
As for the treasure mirror, named Qiulong Treasure Mirror, it is indeed a magic weapon of ancient treasure level. It was found by True Man Jiuzhuan when he was exploring a secret realm on the border of Huangzhou. Four late Jindan cultivators fought for it in vain, but it was finally found by True Man Jiuzhuan who was well versed in the method of concealing his breath. From then on, his life of cultivating immortals was like a cheat, until he met Ning Daoran.
The magical power of the Qionglong Treasure Book is extremely overbearing. As long as it locks the opponent's breath, it can suppress the opponent's mana in the field near the Qionglong Treasure Book. Whether it is a battle of magic or a spiritual pressure confrontation, it can have an absolute upper hand. This kind of treasure that can reduce the opponent's mana by about 30% is simply unreasonable! In addition, Soul Search Jiuzhuan Zhenren has some other gains.
Although True Man Jiu Zhuan is a casual cultivator of the Golden Core Stage, he is not truly alone. On the contrary, he has three powerful companions in the Foundation Establishment Stage, in addition to three disciples in the Foundation Establishment Stage. These people all participated in the previous battle of Qiu Shui Lake, and even have the blood of disciples from the three major sects, namely Chaos Sect, Xingyue Pavilion, and Gangmen Sect, on their hands.
When cutting the grass, you must remove the roots to prevent it from growing again in the spring.
“Shua~~~”
A brand new first-class paper figure was refined. Ning Daoran raised his fingertips, took out a grain of the soul of the Nine-Transformation Immortal and refined it into the paper figure. The moment he raised his hand and threw it out, a new Nine-Transformation Immortal appeared in front of him. His soul and aura were almost exactly the same as the original, so real that it could be said to be indistinguishable from the real thing.
"Xiao Qing."
He frowned, took out the Green Ghost Flag from his storage bag, and said, "This living soul belongs to you."
"Thank you, sir!"
Xiaoqing rushed out from the Green Ghost Flag in an instant, revealing the ferocious face of a green evil ghost.
“What…what are you going to do!?”
In the forest, the blurred soul of the Nine-Transformation True Man was horrified: "Ning Daoran, you...you want to destroy my soul? Are you really so determined? Aren't you afraid..."
"No."
Ning Daoran waved his hand lightly and blocked the mouth of the remnant soul.
What is there to be afraid of? A mere middle Jindan stage, after Ning Daoran reaches Infant Condensation, what difference will there be between him and an ant? "Ah!"
Xiaoqing opened her bloody mouth and bit off the upper half of the remnant soul of Jiuzhuan Zhenren with one bite. The lower body kept shaking, and then she bit off another bite, and the soul of the middle stage of Jindan was completely digested by the green-clothed female ghost.
"Okay, there are still some finishing touches to take care of."
Ning Daoran took back the Green Ghost Flag, put one hand behind his back, turned into a ray of light and flew up, while sending out a sound transmission note.
Qiu Shui Lake, the ancestral home of the Han family.
A sound transmission note flew into the forbidden area and found Han Tai's breath. Ning Daoran's voice came from inside: "Master Jiuzhuan has fallen. I hope you will respect yourselves from now on. The Han family's affairs should be resolved by the Han family themselves. Don't push everything onto Han Bing. If she falls into despair because of your Han family again, I will definitely come back and kill all of you in the Han family!"
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“…”
Han Tai had mixed feelings.
Several younger generations also looked confused. The temperament of this Jindan senior was so strange that they could not tell whether he was a friend or an enemy.
However, the Nine-Transformers Immortal has great powers and can kill the Nine-Transformers Immortal's golden elixir... one can imagine how powerful he is!
"Thank you, senior. We will definitely follow your instructions!"
Han Tai took the lead and knelt down in the direction of Ning Daoran.
The other youngsters also knelt down, each with awe in their eyes.
…
Fuling Mountain is where the lair of the Nine-Transformation Immortal is located.
When the sky began to lighten, the figure of Master Jiuzhuan appeared in the clouds, holding a bloody head in his hand. It was Han Bing's head!
"Everyone, come out, I've already done it!"
True Man Jiu Zhuan threw the head onto the flat ground between several caves and said with a smile, "Han Bing of the Chaos Sect has been killed. The Chang family will take over Qiushui Lake again. All of you have hope of forming a pill!"
"real?"
A young woman with a slender waist walked out of the cave and said in surprise, "That's great! The master of the family is really good at magic. He even managed to kill Han Bing, who had such a powerful flying sword!"
"Master is truly a god!"
Several foundation-building disciples also walked out of the cave one after another, each with a smile on their face.
"wrong!"
At this moment, the older lady with a majestic chest looked cold: "You...you are not the master..."
"It's late~~"
In the wind, "Nine-turn True Man" laughed.
The next moment, a golden spherical storm suddenly expanded in the clouds, covering the sky and the earth. Under the terrifying spiritual pressure, a group of foundation-building monks in Fuling Mountain suddenly turned pale and could hardly move!
"You... who are you?"
The eldest lady looked up and saw a slender and thin figure standing in the wind in the light of the rising sun. He was wearing a green shirt. He gently raised his hand, and in the air behind him, there were thousands of flying swords and sword energy.
The next moment, his palm fell gently, and the sword light in the sky poured down like a violent storm.
“Puff, puff, puff~~~”
On the flat ground, several concubines of True Man Jiuzhuan and three disciples in the Foundation Establishment stage were unable to move. Their bodies were pierced by the flying swords and sword energy. They were instantly riddled with holes, just like torn cotton wool. Their flesh and blood scattered all over the ground. They died quite suddenly.
"Xiao Qing."
Ning Daoran stood in the wind with a calm look.
The female ghost in green turned into a gust of breeze and fell down, not only devouring the souls of the living, but also the blood, flesh and essence of everyone in one breath, without wasting a single bit. After eating, she even stuck out her little lilac tongue, which was about a foot long, to lick her lips.
“You, you, you…”
Ning Daoran's face turned pale, and he pointed at the green-clothed female ghost: "If you dare to do this again, I will kill you!"
"Yes, I will obey your order! Xiaoqing will never dare to do it again..."
Xiaoqing hurriedly bowed and saluted, being quite graceful and elegant.
(End of this chapter)