Chapter 351 Killing with Excitement

"Rough... just ran away like that?"

Ning Daoran was speechless. Nan Dou Zhenren, a top Jindan master from Sangyu Country, actually cut off his own arm the moment he was at a disadvantage. He abandoned his magic weapon and puppet and fled directly! It must be said that this was also a kind of courage and keen insight!

After all, after Ning Daoran takes the ancient treasure, the Green Bamboo Scroll, it will be difficult for Master Nan Dou to leave at that time.

"call……"

Ning Daoran frowned, feeling a little uneasy.

Zhenren Nandou is a cautious person and is a very worrying opponent. Moreover, Zhenren Nandou has achieved perfect golden elixir and there is a high probability that he will enter the Nascent Soul stage earlier than himself. If Zhenren Nandou advances to the Nascent Soul stage, it will definitely be a major hidden danger in his path to cultivation.

If you meet this person again in the secret realm, you must kill him at all costs!

…

"Old Deer, Xiaobai, help!"

Ning Daoran used a fierce punch to shake off the third-grade top-grade fire armor puppet, and then slapped the storage bag. Immediately, the big stupid deer rushed out with a roar, and Xiaobai also jumped out with wood-attributed magic power surging all over his body.

"Trap it!"

"yes!"

Xiaobai spread out his hands, and wood-attributed vines swirled all over the sky behind him, instantly binding the fire-armored puppet tightly. At the same time, ten thousand-year-old piles shuttled through the vines, constantly reinforcing the confinement of the fire-armored puppet.

However, the Fire Armor Puppet was a top-grade third-grade puppet with extremely impressive strength. The flaming spear swung wildly, chopping the wood-attributed magic power that Xiaobai had sacrificed into pieces. The vines were also constantly dissipating and falling apart.

“Ahhh~~~”

The big stupid deer roared, and twisted its body to instantly transform into five spirit deer, with the five attributes of gold, wood, water, fire and earth. Immediately, the six spirit deer thrust out their antlers from all directions, pressing against the fire armor puppet, making it unable to move!

"Why don't you just surrender?"

Ning Daoran fell from the air, opened his five fingers and pressed them on the forehead of the Fire Armor Puppet. Immediately, a large amount of magic power from the Nine Yang Furnace Divine Art was poured into it. He began to try to erase the mark of breath planted by Master Nan Dou in the Fire Armor Puppet. As long as the mark was erased, the Fire Armor Puppet could naturally be refined again.

About half a cup of tea later, the fire armor puppet made a "sizzling" sound and the gears stopped turning. The pair of fiery red eyes under the iron helmet gradually lost their luster. The mark planted by Master Nan Dou was completely erased, and it became an ownerless object.

"Very good."

Ning Daoran had a delighted look on his face. This puppet possessed the combat power of a third-grade upper-grade puppet, and it had almost no damage, so its combat power remained quite intact. If such a puppet was used to guard the Chaos Sect, even sects and families in the late Jindan stage would not dare to provoke it easily.

He slapped his storage bag and put the Fire Armor Puppet into it. He would then slowly refine it for his own use. There was no rush.

In addition, there was an extra green treasure scroll in the storage bag. It was the Green Bamboo Scroll of Nan Dou Zhenren. This item was a third-grade top-grade ancient treasure with powerful defense and confinement effects, which just made up for Ning Daoran's lack of defense.

During the previous fight, Ning Daoran had only two means of defense, the Lingxiao Wumeng Bracelet and the Chilong Bi. However, the defense of these two magic weapons were not at the top level. Once they encountered ancient treasures, they would be easily suppressed. Now that he had the Green Bamboo Scroll, he no longer had such concerns and could use it directly. Basically, except for spiritual treasures and shape-changing treasures, nothing else could seriously damage an ancient treasure like the Green Bamboo Scroll.

…

At the same time, on the first floor of the Mirror Flower and Water Moon Secret Realm.

In a dark and damp woodland, a figure lay motionless among the dense trees like a bat, with its aura restrained and invisible, looking as if it did not exist.

This person is none other than Nan Dou Zhenren, the Jindan-stage master of Sangyu Country who entered the secret realm this time.

However, at this time, Master Nan Dou had become a frightened bird, lying on the tree trunk motionless, not daring to make any more moves, for fear that he would be hunted down by the evil master Jianjia Sanren.

At this moment, the connection between the third-grade superior fire armor puppet and the ancient treasure Qingzhu Book and his soul disappeared one after another...

The soul mark of the third-order fire armor puppet struggled for a long time and should have been wiped out by the other party, while the soul mark of the Green Bamboo Scroll disappeared instantly. If nothing unexpected happened, it should have been put into an isolated space such as a storage bag by the other party.

“Damn it…”

Master Nan Dou's forehead was covered with sweat, and he cursed in his heart.

The third-order fire-armored puppet was obtained by spending half of his life savings in exchange for a great cultivator in the middle stage of the Nascent Soul, and the Green Bamboo Scroll was a treasure that he obtained in a secret realm in the Sangyu Kingdom at the cost of nearly losing his life. Moreover, the Green Bamboo Scroll was his own magic weapon and he had been nourishing it with his own vitality.

But in the blink of an eye, everyone is getting married...

He was extremely upset. Actually, the Fire Armor Puppet was fine. As long as he had enough spirit stones, he could customize another one from the Nascent Soul Master. However, the Green Bamboo Scroll was a rare treasure that was in short supply. It was the treasure he planned to use to nurture his Nascent Soul in the future when he reached the Nascent Soul stage. It was the foundation of his own cultivation, and yet it was taken away by someone like that.

When he thought of this, Master Nan Dou's face turned pale. If he had known this would happen, he should not have entered the secret realm of Mirror Flowers and Water Moon.

…

The second floor of the Mirror Flower and Water Moon Secret Realm, near the Mirror Flower Tower.

The breeze blows and the clouds float.

A light green cloud slowly floated over and stopped dozens of feet away from Jinghua Tower. Hidden in it was the concealed Ning Daoran. Although he was carrying a treasure at the moment, he was still extremely cautious, his eyes were fixed on the battlefield near Jinghua Tower.

Nian Wuya of the Wanhua Sword Sect was still in a bloody battle! At this time, there were traces of injuries and burns on his arms and legs, especially his left arm, which was burned black and even smelled like burnt Orleans chicken wings.

However, Nian Wuya was extremely eager to fight. He held his sword in his hand, with several flying swords circling around him, and he struggled to fend off the attacks from Madam Ziwei and Xuanyan Sanren.

Ning Daoran frowned and looked into the distance, where he saw three broken corpses scattered under the Jinghua Tower. It turned out that several Jindan sword cultivators from the Wanhua Sword Sect who came with Nian Wuya had been killed!

In addition, there were dozens of corpses lying near Jinsizhu. They were all cultivators from Sangyu Country, and some of them were those who followed Xuanyan Sanren and Madam Ziwei.

The strength of both sides was too close, and the fight had reached such a tragic point. Only three great monks in the late Jindan stage were left fighting fiercely, and among them, Nian Wuya was gradually losing the upper hand as he was fighting one against two, with more and more injuries on his body.

Madam Ziwei's surgery was extremely powerful. She constantly used various means to bombard Nian Wuya. Xuanyan Sanren was a natural cultivator with ruthless methods. He exchanged injuries on Nian Wuya several times, causing Nian Wuya's combat power to decline sharply.

"Um?"

Ning Daoran was startled to find that Xuan Yan Sanren's cultivation path was actually quite similar to his own. One of his fire-attributed skills focused on killing, while the other one provided him with a steady supply of spiritual power. Furthermore, the reason why he dared to exchange injuries for injuries was because he had this wood-attributed skill to nourish his body. In this way, he could always consume his endless death thoughts.

Nian Wuya is the leader of the younger generation among the ten major sects of Xia Country. It would be a pity if he died here.

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

Ning Daoran frowned, having already made up his mind to help Nian Wuya without harming his own interests, even if it would be to make a good relationship with him. After all, his roots were in the Chaos Sect, and the more good relationships he made, the more beneficial it would be for the Chaos Sect in the future.

"call out!"

In the hazy fog, the aura of magic power suddenly surged, and a golden light flashed by, shooting fiercely at Xuan Yan Sanren's back.

This golden light was none other than a golden sword shooting out at us!

"scare!?"

Xuan Yan Sanren was greatly shocked. The sense of crisis as a casual cultivator in the late Jindan stage gave him goose bumps all over his body. He felt a chill on his back and quickly gave up attacking Nian Wuya. He rolled in the air to avoid the attack of the golden sword. At the same time, his magic power surged, and the second layer of inner armor he was wearing also glowed, wrapping his body tightly!

While rolling, Xuan Yan Sanren's eyelids suddenly twitched violently!

Not good, there are more attacks! In the air, a large blue dragon wrapped in fifteen layers of dragon magic power looked like an extremely hard black stick falling from the sky, so fast that it turned into an afterimage and went straight to Xuanyan Sanren's head! "Not good!"

Xuan Yan Sanren was shocked. He could no longer dodge at this time. He could only cross his arms and use the magic power of his armor to block the opponent's attack!

"Keng~~~"

Amidst the golden light, Xuanyan Sanren's arms felt numb from the shock of a gunshot. His body was pressed to the ground and he stepped back several steps. As he was retreating, the keen sense of crisis that he had cultivated over hundreds of years of wild cultivation once again enveloped his heart. There was an ambush behind him!

Sure enough, a strand of blood-colored thread swept past silently and parallel to the ground. It was Ning Daoran's spirit cage thread!

"you!"

Xuan Yansan's heartbeat almost stopped, he quickly braked, lit a speed talisman in his hand, and was ready to escape!

Unfortunately, it was too late. The spirit cage silk closed instantly and turned into dozens of silk threads that tied him up tightly. The next second, a finger appeared out of thin air in front of him and pressed against Xuan Yan Sanren's throat.

"don't want……"

Xuan Yan Sanren already knew what was going to happen, and even forgot how to beg for mercy. He just shouted "No".

"laugh!"

A golden sword broke through the air, instantly piercing through Xuanyan Sanren's armor and piercing his throat. Immediately, a stream of blood spurted out from his throat.

"you……"

Xuanyan Sanren's face was full of blue veins, and he covered his pierced throat with both hands.

"die!"

Ning Daoran raised his left hand, and five golden swords flew out from his palm and gathered into a golden sword. The next moment, the sword swept across and cut off Xuan Yan Sanren's neck and several fingers! ...

Ning Daoran's attack took only a few breaths. It was not until the moment when Xuan Yan Sanren was killed and his head and storage bag were swept away by a wisp of magic power and sent into the storage ring that Nian Wuya realized what had happened. How powerful was this Jian Jia Sanren that he could kill the cunning Xuan Yan Sanren in just a few moves.

How terrifying his sneak attack methods and psychological calculations are! "Not good!"

Madam Ziwei, another late Jindan cultivator from Sangyu Kingdom, saw that the situation was not good and hurriedly cast a third-order divine frost talisman. She then wrapped her body in a treasure and sped away, disappearing into the night in the blink of an eye.

“…”

Nian Wuya frowned, and looked at the man in green not far away, Jianjia Sanren. He was immediately very worried, wondering if this man would kill me as well when he was in a killing mood. (End of this chapter)