Chapter 470: Elimination of Violence
Ning Daoran took a deep breath, stood on the river, frowned and said nothing.
Lin Guo came and went quickly. Her appearance was not only a challenge but also an opportunity.
After all, the mid-grade Four Symbols Spear Technique of that heavenly rank was considered the most advanced technique in the entire Eastern Wilderness cultivation world. It was a treasure that could not be purchased even with spirit stones. Lin Guo was willing to share it, so such an opportunity should naturally be cherished.
Therefore, he silently made up his mind that once his cultivation was promoted to the initial stage of Hunyuan martial arts, he would go to the Sangyu National Martial Arts Temple to obtain the Four Elephants Spear Technique! In the night, two auras appeared in the south and north, both releasing their spiritual consciousness to explore the situation here.
Ning Daoran quickly turned into a layer of water mist and disappeared into the river. He quickly returned to Bailong Mountain and continued his retreat and practice.
…
A few months later.
The Blood Soul Sect made a big move in the upper reaches of the Bailong River. They began to build water forts along the river and connected the water forts across the river to form a river interception. They fed spiritual beasts in the river and tried to intercept all the luck of the river in the area around the Bailong Temple.
In the early morning, the mountains were filled with mist.
Ning Daoran was wearing a blue shirt and drinking tea at a stone table under a tree.
"Sir."
A pure white figure appeared in the flowing clouds. It was Xiaobai. She had just returned from outside, looking exhausted.
"Did you see it clearly?"
"Exactly."
Xiao Bai bowed and said, "Twelve water forts were built along the river, and many restrictions were set up to block the river. There are a lot of water spirit beasts raised in the water forts. These spirit beasts devour the creatures in the water, and the essence of the river water upstream has rarely overflowed."
"Hmph~~"
Ning Daoran smiled faintly: "What a Blood Soul Sect! They are clearly coming for our Bailong Mountain. Old Demon Lin said nice things, but what he did was dirty."
Xiao Bai smiled and said, "Young Master, you are right. The Blood Soul Sect appeared in the Bailong River area to compete with us for the position of overlord in this area. In addition, I heard another piece of news."
"What news?"
"The Blood Soul Sect is about to build a magic altar next to the Twelve Water Villages. It is said that they have invited two fourth-level formation masters to help. Once this magic altar is built, it will absorb a large amount of the luck of the White Dragon River. By then, the energy we can get here will be very little."
"Never mind them."
Ning Daoran said: "When the time comes, the Blood Soul Sect will naturally come to us, we just need to use stillness to control movement."
As he spoke, he gently patted the Lingpu Cave Heaven hanging on his waist and said, "Xiao Heizi, don't you want to break through in the Bailong River? Go ahead, I allow it. Xiaobai, Lao Lu, Xiaogui, let's protect Xiao Heizi together!"
"Yes, sir!"
Several figures flew down the mountain and entered the Bailong River area.
Soon after, the water in the deep river became turbulent rapidly, and a huge whirlpool was constantly rising with murderous energy. In the center of the whirlpool, a hideous head slowly emerged from the water. It was Xiao Heizi.
At this moment, its body was winding and swaying, turning into a giant in the river. A majestic murderous aura was spreading, and its cultivation had reached the peak of the middle stage of the Golden Core.
"Brother Ran..."
Xiao Heizi opened and closed his bloody mouth slightly, saying: "We still need some help..."
"Open your mouth!"
"yes!"
Just as Xiao Heizi opened his bloody mouth, Ning Daoran flicked out three fine True Blood Pills! In an instant, Xiao Heizi swallowed all three pills with rich blood power, and a "crackling" sound came from his body. The bottleneck of the middle stage of the Golden Pill was finally broken, and the blood and evil spirit in his body began to swell.
“Roar~~~”
The roar of the black dragon shook the mountains, forests and rivers. The golden lines on the little black man's head and body became more and more intense, and two small bulges appeared on his forehead. He was actually starting to breed dragon horns! Ning Daoran raised his eyebrows slightly, and began to look forward to it.
Basically, when monsters of the zodiac signs of water snakes, dragons, fish, etc. are promoted to the fourth level, there is a great probability that they will evolve into true dragon descendants, and Xiao Heizi is heading in this direction.
Once Xiao Heizi is promoted to a fourth-rank spiritual beast one day, he will most likely become a being like the Fire Dragon Lord, and his revealed figure will most likely be that of a water-attributed dragon.
When that time comes, Ning Daoran will have the opportunity to "ride a dragon to the sky"!
The river was surging. The power of Little Heizi's breakthrough was so great that it stirred up waves all over the sky. In fact, the water transportation of Bailong River was thrown into chaos because of the breakthrough of this black dragon in the late Jindan stage.
As the waves spread, the Twelve Water Forts of the Blood Soul Sect located upstream will inevitably be affected!
Therefore, it took Xiao Heizi three full days to break through the barriers, and he finally consolidated his cultivation and returned to Bailong Mountain. On the contrary, the Blood Soul Sect upstream was inevitably in a state of panic.
…
White Dragon Temple.
Several temple priests frowned and looked at the thin layer of mist above the river under the starlight. Everyone's face looked extremely ugly.
"snort!"
A figure flew out of the temple. It was none other than Lin Lao Mo. He had one hand behind his back, and he looked like a late Jindan master. He said, "Who on earth is that Qiu Shui Zhenren? Why does he have such a powerful black dragon besides that late Jindan female spirit beast? The evil spirit of this black dragon is so strong. How many human cultivators has it eaten?"
“It’s hard to say.”
A temple keeper said respectfully, "Old Ancestor, the evil spirit of the black dragon is extremely fierce. Even the luck of the river water in our White Dragon Temple has been affected. The spirit beasts raised in the water village are trembling with fear. Some female beasts have even had miscarriages. Master Qiushui is really a hidden talent. We need to be cautious in dealing with him."
"Of course I understand this!"
Lin Lao Mo showed a hint of impatience: "Hasn't the matter from a few months ago been investigated yet? Who was the warrior who caused the battle on the Bailong River by the immortal Lin Wu from the Wu Temple?"
“I don’t know yet…”
A temple priest said, "All the people we sent to Bailong River that day were scolded away by Lin Wuxian, and we were unable to get close to investigate. Chen Wuxian from Wuzhou did not say a word about it, and just kept silent. For a while, we had no idea who the cultivator was who was able to fight Lin Wuxian for hundreds of rounds. We just knew that he must be an extraordinary person!"
"snort……"
Lin Lao Mo frowned: "The place where Lin Wuxian fought with this person is not far from Bailong Mountain. Could this person be related to the man surnamed Ning?"
"Probably not."
The temple keeper shook his head. “The Ning is only a late Jindan cultivator. There is no way he could fight with Lin Wuxian. That person could be the one in the Martial Temple, or the one in Dongming City, Hunzhou. But he couldn’t be the master of Bailong Mountain. He… couldn’t survive more than three moves under Lin Wuxian’s spear. There’s no way he could be him.”
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"That's best."
Old Demon Lin looked towards the downstream Bailong Mountain, his eyes gradually became cold, and he sneered: "If you don't accept my toast, you will be punished. Even if you have many late Jindan spirit beasts, once my immortal magic altar is in power, it will be your death!"
…
A few months later.
The fairy and magic altar is completed!
Old Demon Lin issued an order to all the heroes, calling on the twelve demon sects to gather at the Immortal and Magic Altar. Each demon sect was assigned a water fort, and they shared the essence of the river water gathered in the Immortal and Magic Altar. The essence of the river water could be transformed into the essence of flesh and blood after being refined, which was the most sought-after thing by these demon monks.
For a while, the area around Bailong Temple became a place of chaos.
Late at night, a heroes’ banquet was held at the Fairy and Magic Altar.
The lights are bright and the place is bustling.
In the distant forest, on the branch of a twisted old tree, Ning Daoran, dressed in a green shirt, concealed his aura and quietly watched the scene of the Fairyland and the Magic Altar in the distance.
The fairy magic altar was built according to some kind of magic array seal. From a distance, it looked like a plum blossom formed by nine petals. It was extremely scarlet. Countless arrays and prohibitions were buried deep underground, restraining the essence of the entire upstream river.
“What a big scene.”
Ning Daoran frowned: "The appeal of Lin Lao Mo is really terrible. I don't have such strong appeal..."
Inside the Lingpu Cave, the big stupid deer let out a roar, saying to the big brother, "Don't lose heart. In the future, if you call on all the chefs in the world to cook together and hold a God of Cookery Conference or something, it will surely be more lively than here."
Xiao Bai smiled and said, "Sir, this old demon Lin is the leader of the magic sect in Wuzhou. He is only one step away from the Nascent Soul stage. In addition, he is highly respected, so the magic sects in Wuzhou will give him some face. In addition, the Immortal Magic Altar and the Twelve Water Villages do have many benefits, so it is reasonable for these magic sects to gather here."
"snort……"
Ning Daoran crossed his arms and smiled calmly, "I hope that Old Demon Lin will respect himself. I don't mind taking away half of the White Dragon Sword's essence. I can refine half of the river's essence to recast the Autumn Water Sword. But if Old Demon Lin wants to die, then there is nothing I can do. I am forced to take action to clean up the world of demons for Wuzhou. This kind of thing... Xiaobai, do you know how to describe it?"
Xiao Bai was surprised: "I don't know."
"This is called...sweeping away gangsters and eliminating violence..."
“…”
Xiaobai laughed in silence, and looked at her own master with her beautiful eyes, feeling that he was full of righteousness at the moment.
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Return to Bailong Mountain.
Ning Daoran began to retreat again, focusing on studying the reverse calculation of the Falling Star Array.
Although the Great Dao Burning Heaven Formation was also powerful, it always felt a little lacking. Its killing power against Nascent Soul Stage cultivators was extremely low and had not reached a satisfactory level. Therefore, Ning Daoran placed more expectations on this Falling Star Formation!
Upstream of the river, the twelve demon sects gathered together, and all day long they acted just like the Liangshan Heroes. Every day, that group of demon cultivators ate meat and drank wine at the buffet of the Fairy and Magic Altar, and threatened to flatten the White Dragon Mountain, but they never put it into practice.
In this way, the years remain peaceful.
It is spring all year round on Bailong Mountain. Time flies quickly and five years have passed in the blink of an eye.
This year, Ning Daoran is 350 years old.
In the cave of the mountain master, Ning Daoran, dressed in a green shirt, exuded a very strong dragon demon power. A year ago, his Dragon Demon Heart Sutra had made another breakthrough, and now it was already the twenty-third level! At this time, the reverse push of the Falling Star Formation has also reached the final stage, and only one step is left to obtain the complete Falling Star Formation array inheritance! After sitting for several days.
Ning Daoran suddenly slapped his thigh and said, "Oh my god, so that's how it is. It's totally different from what I imagined. It turns out that if I do this and that, I can solve the problem of star power reversal!"
After a full forty-five years, Ning Daoran, with his extraordinary talent in formation, finally mastered the Falling Star Formation, a fourth-order, mid-grade super killing formation! (End of this chapter)