Chapter 473: Too Many Spiritual Stones is a Trouble
"Don't leave any one alive, kill them!"
Following Ning Daoran's order, the entire Ning family army attacked! "Yo Yo~~~"
Amidst a deer cry that resounded through the sky, the big stupid deer transformed into a five-colored deer body that was hundreds of feet tall, emitting a sacred aura. The moment it raised its hoof and stepped down, dark energy exploded, and suddenly the bodies of three Jindan demon cultivators in the air exploded and turned into blood mist all over the sky.
White light and shadow flowed, Xiaobai soared into the air, and a Maple Valley Aries Dharma image appeared under his feet. Because half of the evil soul of the Aries was stripped away and destroyed, it had a bit of sacred aura. The curved horns swung slightly, and countless thousand-year-old stakes turned into spikes that protruded from the ground, piercing the bodies of countless demon cultivators and hanging them in the wind.
“Roar~~”
With a roar, Xiao Heizi snaked out from the clouds above and instantly stopped in front of a group of fleeing demon cultivators. The moment he opened his bloody mouth, he looked extremely terrifying.
"not good!"
The group of robbery cultivators were shocked, and in the blink of an eye, all their flesh and blood were sucked out, leaving only mummies falling down.
Above the earth, a rich green light burst out, and the body of the Green Water Turtle continued to expand. The Spirit Turtle Seal Script overflowed on its shell. At the moment the Green Water Turtle rushed forward, the Spirit Turtle Seal Script continued to transform into rosy clouds and shot into the air, instantly killing dozens of demon cultivators, and then returned to the tortoise shell and transformed into a whole piece of ancient seal script. Such repeated attacks made the group of demon cultivators feel like they were in heaven.
In addition, a large number of Grade A and Grade B paper figures were wreaking havoc in the mountains and forests, not giving the Twelve Demon Sects any face at all. They were extremely ruthless, killing everyone wherever they passed like fallen leaves in the autumn wind!
Ning Daoran has been in the world of immortal cultivation for many years and has seen through many things. Naturally, he will not be too soft-hearted.
…
"Go upstream!"
When the Twelve Demon Sects were almost completely destroyed, Ning Daoran walked on the river. Waves gathered and rose under his feet, carrying him rapidly upstream. Behind him, a group of paper men followed him, each of them full of murderous intent.
“Squeak~~”
In the water, waves are rolling and spiritual beasts are walking among them.
"Little Blackie, Ning Xiaogui!"
Ning Daoran said in a deep voice: "I'll leave it to you underwater!"
"Yes, Brother Ran!"
Xiao Heizi turned over and jumped into the water. In a blink of an eye, murderous aura filled the air below. Countless spirit beasts raised by the Twelve Demon Sects transformed into Xiao Heizi's flesh, blood and essence. This kind of mutual devouring cultivation method was originally what it was good at, but it was later changed by Ning Daoran.
Underwater, it’s deep blue.
Ning Daoran frowned. That was the Guishui essence. Ever since Xiao Heizi cultivated the Guishui essence, he had become invincible. Now he could probably even compete with Dabenlu and Xiaobai. He would need to give him a beating later to prevent him from becoming too proud and complacent.
Soon after, water forts appeared upstream.
"not good!"
A cultivator from the Twelve Demon Sects in the water fort shouted, "Isn't that the master of White Dragon Mountain? How come he's not dead yet? He's actually attacking with a group of spirit beasts. What's going on? Didn't the ancestor go to attack White Dragon Mountain?"
"go!"
Ning Daoran flicked his sleeves, and suddenly the Autumn Water Sword rose up along the water surface, stirring up countless sword qi. For a while, there was an endless sound of "puff puff puff", which directly destroyed all the outer buildings of a water fort. Those demon monks who had no time to dodge were quickly buried in the sword light.
"kill!"
A group of paper substitutes rushed over like ferocious monsters.
At this point, there was no need for Ning Daoran to take action, as the problem could be solved with the help of a group of his younger brothers.
As a result, the twelve water forts, plus the remnants of the twelve demon sects who remained in the water forts, were all wiped out with ease, and the Ning family army quickly arrived at the White Dragon Temple.
"Raise the formation, quickly!"
A Blood Soul Sect's early Jindan stage disciple shouted in fear, "The attack on White Dragon Mountain failed, the ancestor has already escaped, quickly raise the formation, the White Dragon Mountain Lord can't break our third-level mid-grade formation!"
The next moment, with a "hum" sound, purple and green array barriers rose up around the White Dragon Temple. The old demon Lin actually set up a purple lightning and green frost array as the protective array for the Blood Soul Sect.
Ning Daoran really didn't take a mere third-order mid-grade formation seriously.
He waved his hand slowly, and suddenly a large blue dragon condensed in his hand. The blood and energy in his body surged, and he quickly raised the power of the Dragon Demon Heart Sutra to the peak. It gradually appeared behind the Dragon Demon and suddenly swung the spear! "Buzz!"
The big blue dragon instantly turned into a golden spear hundreds of feet long, and swept down with the force of Ning Daoran's blow. The force was so great that it even bent the magic weapon. The spear light surged and fiercely chopped on the purple lightning and blue frost formation! "Bang~~~"
There was a loud bang, the formation hummed, and accompanied by Ning Daoran's mighty shot, cracks continued to spread on the formation wall!
happy!
Ning Daoran was secretly delighted, he never thought that he would reach a day when he could shake the high-level formation single-handedly, so he continued to use the Dragon Demon Power to urge his arrows down one after another!
After five consecutive shots, the Purple Lightning and Green Frost Formation was already on the verge of collapse!
"God damn it!"
Inside the formation, a group of Blood Soul Sect disciples’ eyes were about to pop out.
"This beast has such terrifying physical strength, no wonder he was able to subdue the White Dragon Monster King. What should we do now? The ancestor is not here, and the formation is about to be lost. We..."
"Oh no! This person is much stronger than our ancestors expected. Our Blood Soul Sect is doomed..."
"Third Elder, why don't you say something soft to this Lord Ningshan? Maybe he will be soft-hearted and let us go..."
…
As everyone was horrified, Ning Daoran's sixth shot landed with a bang, and the Purple Lightning and Green Frost Formation immediately fell apart and disintegrated. Such a majestic formation was only able to block Ning Daoran's six shots!
"Go in and destroy the Blood Soul Sect!"
Ning Daoran's eyes were cold and he waved his hand, and thousands of troops passed by.
Big Dumb Deer, Little White and Little Blackie, three late Jindan spirit beasts, charged into the White Dragon Temple with invincibility. Several resisting demon monks were almost killed instantly. Paper figures rolled in all directions, the worst of whom had the cultivation level of mid-Jindan. The order they received was to kill all the twelve demon sects without showing any mercy.
In the blink of an eye, the Blood Soul Gate turned into a hell on earth.
"snort……"
Ning Daoran turned around and saw a figure floating up from the jade steps by the river. It was Xiaoqing.
She devoured at least 30,000 souls in Bailong Mountain and did not miss any fighting along the river. She also devoured the souls of the demon disciples from the Twelve Demon Sects who stayed in the water stronghold. So, she devoured at least another 10,000 souls. At this time, there were at least 4,000 to 5,000 disciples from the Blood Soul Sect who stayed behind in the Bailong Temple.
In this way, Xiaoqing can devour at least 45,000 living souls in this battle, which is simply a godsend.
"Even if you eat a lot, you have to be able to digest it."
There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!
Ning Daoran said: "I will wait for the day when you are promoted to the Nascent Soul Demon."
"Yes, sir..."
Xiao Qing saluted coquettishly: "I will definitely not let you down, sir."
"Go ahead."
"yes!"
Xiaoqing floated away, rushed towards a group of panicked disciples of the Blood Soul Sect, then opened her cherry lips and kept making “Ah Wuu Ah Wuu” sounds.
…
Not long after, the Blood Soul Sect was officially destroyed.
Except for Lin Lao Mo who escaped, almost no other disciples escaped.
At this moment, what lay before Ning Daoran was the many years of savings of the Blood Soul Sect and the Twelve Demon Sect.
These demonic cultivators were originally carnivorous cultivators. A calamity cultivator might not necessarily be a demonic cultivator, but a demonic cultivator must be a calamity cultivator. The treasure trove of the Blood Soul Sect and the Twelve Demon Sects is extremely profound.
Ning Daoran pondered for a moment, then smiled happily and said, "Move everything back to Bailong Mountain. I'll take my time to count them later."
"Yes, sir!"
Xiaobai waved his hand and directed everyone to move things.
The big stupid deer opened its mouth and sucked thousands of treasure chests into its mouth and hid them in the stomach space. It then spit them out after returning. It was extremely safe, and the level of transportation safety was comparable to that of the postal service.
A group of paper figures laughed loudly and quickly used their magic power to lift up treasure chests one by one. Some of the paper figures had storage bags hanging around their waists. These were of course the treasures of Bailong Mountain, and they would all be gathered to Ning Daoran in an endless stream.
In the evening, Bailong Mountain.
The war stopped, and the Wuzhou evil sect was almost wiped out in one battle.
In the cave of the mountain master, Ning Daoran was sipping tea. Next to him, Xiaobai held a book in his hand and said, "I have already counted it clearly. In this battle, we obtained more than 4 million spiritual stones, half of which were obtained by the Blood Soul Sect. In addition, there are more than 20 magic weapons, more than 20,000 spiritual tools, and more than 100,000 magic tools. These have all been stored in the treasure house of Bailong Mountain."
"not bad."
Ning Daoran said, "Don't put the spiritual stones into the treasury. It will be troublesome to move them. Move them all into the Lingpu Cave Heaven. The things in the Lingpu Cave Heaven are what we can take away."
"Yes, sir!"
Little White smiled with dimples.
Ning Daoran took a sip of tea, feeling quite ambitious. He was no longer short of money. He had nearly 10 million spirit stones, and Liuhua Island far away in Xia Country also had a steady stream of income every year. When he returned to Liuhua Island, he would be able to be a landlord again.
The days of cultivating immortals are becoming more and more comfortable.
Moreover, it is easier to get things done with more money. Later, he would have to refine more formations, especially the Falling Star Formation. He would have to refine at least ten of them. In this way, if he met a cultivator stronger than himself and he really had to kill him, he would have to be crushed to death with the formation if he could not be killed.
Needless to say, it’s great to have money…
When he thought of this, Ning Daoran narrowed his eyes and smiled so hard that he could hardly close his mouth.
After the Blood Soul Sect and the Twelve Demon Sects were completely wiped out, Bailong Mountain entered a period of peace.
Ning Daoran went into seclusion again to hone his skills and practice the Dragon Demon Heart Sutra. At the same time, he sent paper figures to collect information on the water flow of the Bailong River in preparation for the future sacrifice of the river's essence.
…
In this way, five years passed in the blink of an eye.
This year, Ning Daoran is 355 years old. Although his cultivation is infinitely close to the perfection of the golden elixir, he still has no pride or complacency. He concentrates on honing his skills and never forgets his original intention!
Outside the cave, Xu Jian, the head of the Xu family, came and said respectfully, "There is a Jindan cultivator outside the mountain who wants to see you. He calls himself Shenlan Sanren and says he wants to see the mountain master. He has something very important to ask."
(End of this chapter)