Chapter 348 Never Seen Before
“Shua——”
A strand of blood-colored thread appeared inexplicably, and in an instant, the early Jindan master from Sangyu Kingdom fell to his knees with a thud, and his head had already rolled off his neck. The face on the rolling head was still full of disbelief, he had only lasted until the second move before he was killed.
Ning Daoran quickly put the head into the storage bag, and then he surged with dragon demonic energy all over his body. He fired three consecutive shots at the half-broken restriction in front of him. With such strong force, the restriction made a crisp sound and quickly dissipated.
Before their eyes, there were dozens of holy medicines for forming elixirs that made those cultivators in the Foundation Establishment Stage extremely jealous. In the Secret Realm of Mirror Flowers and Water Moons, the Rainbow Flowers and Falling Dust Grass were no longer top-level spiritual medicines, but rather quite common opportunities in the first layer.
"Master Liu from Shenyue Mountain was killed... This beast is so hateful! How dare he kill a cultivator from Sangyu Country in public!"
In the distance, some people were filled with resentment, and a group of Jindan cultivators from Sangyu Country had malicious looks in their eyes.
"The old demon Jianjia has profound cultivation. We must work together to kill him!"
An old man in the late Jindan stage with a strong aura narrowed his eyes and said, "If you are interested, follow me to strangle this beast!"
There was a loud sound of breaking wind in the air, and more than ten Jindan cultivators from the Sangyu Country came charging, some of whom were in the late Jindan stage.
Ning Daoran frowned and quickly put the last few spiritual herbs into the storage bag. Then a third-level intermediate-grade speed talisman appeared in his hand. With a "swish", he flicked it and his speed increased dramatically. He directly activated the Riding the Wind Free and Easy Technique and turned into a golden light, rushing towards a layer of deep darkness!
"This beast is trying to escape, chase him down!"
A group of Jindan from Sangyu Country followed closely.
…
On the terrace of the immortals, Lin Baoping frowned slightly. That Jianjia Sanren kept killing people and making enemies everywhere. Who gave him the courage? Did he really think that he could resist all the Jindan masters from Sangyu Country who entered the secret realm? Impossible. Among the people coming from Sangyu Country, there were many Jindan masters who had been famous for many years. Those Jindan masters had many magic weapons and strong combat power. He could not handle them alone.
But it’s also good this way, as it allows the cultivators from Xia Country to concentrate on breaking the ban and grabbing a large amount of spiritual medicine.
“Senior Sister…”
A female cultivator with a spiritual look in her eyes asked, "Ren Jianjia is also a cultivator from our Xia country after all. Should we help him?"
"never mind."
Lin Baoping shook his head: "This person has caused too much trouble. There is no need for us to get involved. Let's pick all the spiritual herbs here first."
"yes!"
In another direction, Nian Wuya of the Wanhua Sword Sect also summoned a number of flying swords, quickly breaking the row of restrictions in front of him, while several Wanhua Sword Sect disciples following behind him quickly collected the elixirs, each with excitement on their face.
Soon after, all the restrictions on the Immortal Terrace were broken and dissolved, and all the spiritual medicines on the terrace were mined. At this time, a "sizzling" sound suddenly came from the dim sky, as if a gear was turning, and some kind of restriction was triggered. Then, a gray door opened in the dark sky! "The entrance to the second level of the secret realm is open!"
One monk said excitedly: "The real treasures are all on the second floor!"
"Nanhua Mountain disciples, listen up and follow me to the second floor!"
All of a sudden, countless figures rose up and rushed into the gray gap in the air.
…
“Swish!”
With a faint flicker of light, Ning Daoran, who was hidden by the Great Void Evolution Technique, appeared on the second floor. He was still holding a large blue dragon and looking indifferently at this secret world with extremely strong spiritual energy.
The golden elixir's consciousness spread out horizontally, and all the treasures and opportunities hidden in the secret realm were suddenly revealed one by one.
"Old demon Jianjia, take this blow from me!"
Behind him, suddenly, there was a haze of fire, and a figure soared into the air. For a moment, the flames in the vicinity surged, and a very strong fire-attributed magic power pushed across. The spiritual pressure descended from the sky, crackling and crushing everything! Juehuo Zhenren, a late Jindan cultivator of Sangyu Country, was good at a fire escape method with an extremely fast escape speed. He was the only person that Ning Daoran had not yet gotten rid of, and he actually followed him directly into the second floor!
This person is extremely vicious and looks like he is looking for death.
Ning Daoran turned his body, his whole body overflowing with dragon demon power, the blood-colored dragon demon state of mind swaying behind him, and he rushed directly towards the opponent's fire magic power and delivered a fierce punch. Suddenly, the sound of dragon roars echoed around him.
Not only that, at the moment of the punch, array flags and array plates flew in all directions, and in the blink of an eye, a third-level intermediate white feather flowing sound array with concealing and isolating effects was set up around! The moment this array was activated, the figures of Ning Daoran and Juehuo Zhenren immediately disappeared in the wind, and even the sound of the fight was completely blocked.
"You are actually a formation master?!"
There was cruelty in Master Juehuo's eyes. He raised his left hand and wisps of flaming red flying swords rose into the sky. There were seven swords in total, six of which were second-grade top-grade spiritual weapons, and the seventh was actually a third-grade low-grade magic weapon!
Ning Daoran was slightly surprised. He had seen many Jindan cultivators over the years, but there were not many Jindan cultivators who could possess magic-level flying swords. After all, magic-level flying swords were rare treasures and difficult to refine.
This Master Juehuo not only possesses a magic flying sword, but he has also mastered the fire-related skills to perfection. He is indeed a rare golden elixir master.
If that's the case, he can forget about leaving alive.
Ning Daoran lightly patted his storage bag and stacked another formation in the Baiyu Liuyin Formation. As a few spells were cast, a formation full of sword spirit rose up, clusters of tender golden bamboos swayed, and countless sword intents were lingering in it.
"you……"
True Man Juehuo's face turned pale: "Old Demon Jianjia... You, a demon, are actually a sword cultivator?"
Ning Daoran didn't say anything. It would be nonsense to say anything to a dying person.
He suddenly retreated dozens of steps, raised his hand to draw out the Qiu Shui sword behind him, and slashed with the sword. Under his feet, a Tai Chi Bagua Dharma image several feet long and slowly spinning spread out. Suddenly, the sword energy of the Liang Yi Sword Technique seemed to split the entire Shuiyun Jinzhu Sword Formation into pieces, and went straight to the head of Juehuo Zhenren!
"I don't believe it!"
Master Juehuo roared, his whole body bursting with flames. The seven flying swords he wielded were all burned red by the fire magic power. They buzzed in the air and fell in stages, crackling and hitting the sword energy. Finally, with the addition of a strong sword energy that popped out from Master Juehuo's fingertips, the sword that Ning Daoran had swung out was immediately shattered!
But at the same time when Master Juehuo broke the sword, golden swords appeared in the bamboo forest. As Ning Daoran chanted the incantation, these golden swords, carrying countless bamboo leaf sword energy, suddenly swam up in the sword formation like fish, as if a storm was set off!
"What?!"
Master Juehuo was horrified: "You actually have a clear sword mind..."
He hurriedly ignited a third-order intermediate-grade rock shield talisman, and the tremendous spiritual power in the talisman surged out, quickly forming layers of rock shield power around him. For a moment, the golden sword fell with crackling sounds, constantly chiseling away the rock shield energy. In just a short breath of time, the rock shield had been continuously chiseled through.
"puff!"
Master Juehuo's abdomen was pierced directly by a golden sword!
"How is that possible?!"
His face turned pale, and he couldn't believe what he saw. A third-level rock shield talisman, plus the second-level top-grade robes he was wearing, couldn't actually block this sword? !
In an instant, there was a continuous sound of "Puff, Puff, Puff". The chest and abdomen of Master Juehuo were all pierced, and bleeding continued from dozens of cuts.
There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!
“Could it be…”
He finally figured it out: "Golden Bamboo... Gengjin Essence?"
"answer."
Ning Daoran's figure flashed past, and the Autumn Water Sword turned into a flash of cold light. Then, the head of Master Juehuo rolled off his neck.
This head is very heavy, worth 50,000 spirit stones! Moreover, the seven flying swords of Juehuo Zhenren are a set, and the price will not be too cheap. Adding the treasures in his storage bag, the spirit stones given by Juehuo Zhenren will probably be more than 100,000.
At this moment, Ning Daoran had deeply experienced what it meant to say that a horse cannot grow fat without eating grass at night. At this moment, he was really too fat. It was not an exaggeration to say that he was as rich as a country! After putting Juehuo Zhenren's head, treasures and storage bag into his pocket, Ning Daoran quickly retracted the two formations and disappeared from the spot in a twist of his body.
Next, it’s time to search the second floor for any valuables.
…
A few hours later.
There was silence on the second level of the Mirror Flower and Water Moon Secret Realm. When Ning Daoran continued to patrol with his Golden Elixir consciousness, he found that the treasures here had been almost completely swept away and no more treasures could be found.
If you want to gain more, you can only wait a hundred years later, when the essence of heaven and earth here will condense again, and the rules set by those former masters of the Spiritualization Stage will scatter some treasures again. This feeling is like... Refresh? That's probably what it means.
Ning Daoran folded his arms and rode the wind, and soon he reached the depths of the second floor.
In front of them, there was a brilliant golden picture. In that desolate land, there was actually a five-story golden treasure tower standing by the lake. The inside was full of jewels and precious stones, but the surrounding restrictions were extremely complicated and powerful, so that many human Jindan stood on the periphery, and no one took action. They seemed to be watching.
"Uncle Huang."
A young cultivator from the late foundation building stage of Sangyu Nation frowned and asked, "Excuse me, have you seen my Uncle Juehuo?"
"how?"
The middle Jindan cultivator laughed and said, "Isn't old ghost Juehuo with you guys?"
"No, Master Juehuo never came back after he hunted down Jianjia Sanren."
"Could it be that the old ghost with unique skills is still hunting down Jianjia Sanren? Humph, this old guy wants to eat alone, right?"
"Uncle Huang, please don't say that. My uncle Juehuo...is narrow-minded...and can't stand hearing such words."
“Hahahaha~~~”
At this time, accompanied by a gust of breeze, Ning Daoran appeared outside the treasure tower.
"Jianjia Sanren?!"
Suddenly, many monks from Sangyu Country showed angry looks in their eyes.
"oh?"
Lin Baoping and Nian Wuya also looked at him in surprise. They didn't expect that this Jianjia Sanren could actually escape unscathed from the pursuit of a group of late Jindan masters from the Sangyu Kingdom.
"May I ask... Senior Jianjia..."
The young cultivator from the late foundation building stage of Sangyu Nation gritted his teeth, clasped his fists respectfully and said, "Have you seen my Uncle Juehuo?"
“…”
Ning Daoran crossed his arms, looked at the young monk with disdain, and finally squeezed out a few words from between his teeth:
“Never.”
(End of this chapter)