Chapter 546: Turnaround
"don't want……"
The big blue dragon streaked across the sky and turned into a blue ray of light dozens of feet long and fell down!
Lord Yan Luo shouted loudly and was forced to use a third-grade top-grade bone shield to protect himself, but with just one shot, the bone shield exploded.
The residual power fell, shocking the Nascent Soul cultivator so much that he retreated repeatedly.
Yan Luo Zhenjun's eyes turned around, and when he was about to escape, he found that Ning Daoran had arranged a third formation without knowing when, which turned out to be a ten-direction forbidden formation! "Shua!"
Lord Yama's Nascent Soul's teleportation turned into jumping on the spot, which looked a bit funny.
The air was filled with a surge of energy, and Ning Daoran fired his second shot! "You..."
Yan Luo Zhenjun roared, and once again used a magic weapon to block. At the same time, he raised his arms, and the ghost energy in his body flourished. Wisps of ghostly forms climbed on his arms, trying to resist the second shot of the big blue dragon! "Bang!"
The magic weapon was shaken away, and a bullet hit his arms hard.
At once, there were continuous "crackling" sounds, and Lord Yan Luo groaned miserably, as both of his arms were broken. At the same time, the residual power of the gunshot still fell heavily on his crown.
Blood splattered everywhere. Lord Yan Luo would never have thought that the legendary Jianjia Sanren would be so powerful.
Although both of them were in the early stage of Nascent Soul, the opponent's physical strength was abnormal like a demon. This shot was like a huge mountain pressing down. How could an ordinary Nascent Soul cultivator with such a high level of physical training be able to withstand it! ?
"puff!"
Yan Luo Zhenjun roared, bit his tongue and sprayed a stream of his lifeblood onto the string of ghost-head rosary beads hanging in front of him, and roared: "If you don't let me live, I will never let you live!"
As he spoke, he chanted the incantation and was about to activate the rosary.
"Shut up!"
Ning Daoran spun quickly and the third shot fell from the air!
"Buzz~~~"
In mid-air, the large blue dragon stretched to a length of several dozen feet was completely bent, and thunder roared around the spear shaft. The force of this spear was even more terrifying than the previous two! With a loud bang, the spear chopped down!
The sky darkened, the background color turned bloody, and the figure of Yan Luo Zhenjun turned black, and then was split in half by a shot! Another shot was added, and even the Yuanying was crushed! ...
“Ancestor!”
In the Falling Star Formation, disciples of the Yama Sect died in large numbers. At this time, there were still a few strong Jindan-stage disciples left who were fighting desperately. However, when they saw Master Yama being killed with three shots, they all lost hope.
It’s over, it’s all over!
The ancestor died too quickly!
Ning Daoran didn't bother to pay attention and suddenly moved sideways to the battlefield between Dabenlu and Jinglong.
At this time, under the attack of the Falling Star Formation, the big stupid deer actually fought against old Jinglong on equal terms and did not suffer any loss. Although he was slapped on the forehead by Jinglong, he also hit Jinglong's butt, and Jinglong's butt was still bleeding.
"Jianjia Sanren!"
Jing Long was furious: "Why are you so cruel? The dispute between Qiyun Tower and the Beast Taming Sect has nothing to do with you, why do you want to forcefully intervene? Is it just because of a mere Ji Fangzhu?"
"oh?"
Ning Daoran raised his eyebrows and said, "Fellow Daoist Jing, didn't you just say that Jianjia Sanren is a nobody? I am here to give you an explanation and tell you in person what I am. Why are you still not happy?"
"you……"
Jing Long gritted his teeth.
"Besides, have you really not offended Ning?"
Ning Daoran smiled faintly and said, "Fellow Daoist Jing, have you forgotten the dispute over the Seven-Colored Fairy Falcon?"
"you……"
Jing Long's pupils shrank violently: "You actually...you actually are the True Lord Huo Yuan?"
"certainly."
Ning Daoran smiled slightly: "Ning is traveling around Dongming City wearing the vest of True Lord Huo Yuan. He originally didn't want to get involved in the disputes between the Beast Taming Sect and Qiyun Tower. However, Fellow Daoist Jing relied on his two Nascent Soul stage monster beasts and didn't take us wandering cultivators seriously at all. He even wanted to seize our opportunities..."
He said in a whimpering voice, "You don't know how painful it is for us to go to the immortal world as independent cultivators. We don't have any monthly offerings from the sect, and we don't have any chance to suck the blood of young disciples. Our lives all depend on our own hands. Under such circumstances, Fellow Daoist Jing actually wants to snatch the opportunity from us independent cultivators. Don't you think you don't deserve to die?"
"Stop talking nonsense!"
Jing Long roared: "Do you think you have already won?"
"certainly!"
Ning Daoran suddenly lifted up the Great Azure Dragon and said in a deep voice: "Old Deer, let's join forces to kill the enemy. We can kill this beast within ten moves!"
“Ahhh~~~”
The big stupid deer suddenly raised its front hooves, looking extremely powerful!
"You two? Can you kill me within ten moves?!"
Jing Long sneered.
But just as the smile on his face had not yet disappeared, Ning Daoran's expression suddenly became fierce, and a colorless and invisible spiritual attack shot out from between his eyebrows, directly hitting the opponent's head.
Soul-soothing technique! With one strike, Jing Long was petrified on the spot, unable to move! "Ahhh!!"
The big stupid deer turned into a small train and roared over. Its brilliant and slender antlers "popped" into Jinglong's butt.
The chrysanthemum blooms twice!
"ah……"
Jing Long howled miserably as he was pushed into the air by the big stupid deer. When he subconsciously reached out to cover his butt, a green light burst out in the sky! "Ah?"
Jing Long opened his eyes and was stunned to see a lifelike green dragon.
“Roar~~~”
As the Azure Dragon opened its bloody mouth and swallowed the food fiercely, a ray of rapidly swirling light burst out of its mouth, and instantly the entire Azure Dragon turned into a rapidly spinning spear, which was the pinnacle manifestation of Ning Daoran's Four Symbols Spear Technique!
Secret technique, Blue Dragon Spin Strike and Strangle!
The blow came down, as if to destroy everything in an instant!
Although the Four Symbols Spear Technique was passed down to Ning Daoran by Lin Guo, Lin Guo might not be able to reach this level in her lifetime. The state of transformation is probably her limit. As for returning to nature, her life span is probably not enough.
"you……"
Jing Long shouted loudly, and although he used treasures to block, the power of the Azure Dragon's spinning attack was so great that the entire space began to distort, as if this place had been turned into a huge whirlpool. The treasures swayed in the air and could not hold on at all!
“Puff~~”
With a slight sound, the tip of Da Qinglong's spear went straight into Jinglong's throat from top to bottom, instantly crushing his throat, and then went into his chest, crushing his heart, lungs, etc. "Don't even think about it!"
Jing Long roared, and traces of runes on the bones in his chest began to flash, as if they had suddenly come alive.
'Um?'
Ning Daoran frowned. Bone tattooing? There is actually such a method in the world of immortal cultivation?
As expected, a cultivator who can reach the middle stage of the Nascent Soul must have some hidden skills, and would never sit and wait for death after just two moves.
There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!
The next second, flesh and blood quickly regenerated on the bones of Jing Long's chest. He retreated quickly, lit two fourth-level low-grade speed talismans in his hands, and turned around to escape.
"How can it be so easy?!"
In terms of speed, Ning Daoran was not inferior to anyone at this moment. With a thought, his body disappeared in a flash of lightning.
“Swish!”
The sky suddenly became bright, and the aura of saintliness was awe-inspiring. A white tiger lay across the sky, and the wind that pounced down turned into hundreds or thousands of chaotic spear beams that fell from the sky!
Another secret technique!
White Tiger Soul Destruction! "You..."
Jing Long roared, his eyes filled with unwillingness, why would it never end?
Under the attack of the White Tiger Soul, Jing Long's body exploded with a crackling sound.
Even all the bone patterns on his body were crushed by Ning Daoran. This method could only give him a chance to escape and be reborn, but it was of no use given the absolute disparity in combat power.
"Fellow Daoist Ning, don't..."
Jing Long, with only a broken head left, screamed in agony.
Ning Daoran fired a shot, smashing the head into pieces.
…
“Swish!”
From among the skull fragments, a rather robust Nascent Soul figure jumped out.
"Want to leave?"
Ning Daoran raised his hand slightly, and suddenly a golden sword turned into a flying needle and flew through the air. With a "puff", it nailed Jing Long's Nascent Soul in mid-air.
"Fellow Daoist Ning... Senior Ning, please show some mercy!"
Jing Long had already accepted his fate and kept begging for mercy without caring about the face of the ancestor of Qiyun Tower.
"We haven't finished our work yet."
Ning Daoran looked indifferent: "Where's Ji Ning?"
"She...she is being held by me in a secret room on the third floor below the Martial God Pavilion." Jing Long Yuanying pleaded, "The jade talisman that controls the secret room is in the storage ring. I beg Senior Ning to give her a way out. I will never dare to be your enemy again, and I am willing for all living beings to serve you as their master!"
"Yeah?"
Ning Daoran raised his hand and sucked the storage ring in the wind over, saying, "Unlock the restriction and take out the jade talisman."
"yes!"
Jing Long's Nascent Soul hurriedly cast a few spells to release the restriction, and suddenly a jade talisman floated out.
Ning Daoran immediately grabbed the Nascent Soul and held it in his hand. Saving people was the most important thing. The next moment, he took Jing Long's Nascent Soul and rushed to the depths of the underground of the Martial God Pavilion.
“Ancestor!”
Several Qiyun Tower disciples were stunned, looking at the Nascent Soul held in Ning Daoran's hand. The aura of the Nascent Soul was extremely familiar, who else could it be but the ancestor Jing Long?
"Um?"
Ning Daoran's quick glance stunned the crowd, and no one dared to step forward to stop him.
At this time, the starlight of the Falling Star Array continued to fall, and the Martial God Pavilion had been reduced to dust.
The underground floor has also been reduced to ruins, but fortunately the second and third floors are still intact.
On the third floor, in a secret room, Ji Ning, wearing a beige dress, turned around and looked at Ning Daoran, her eyes suddenly reddened: "Senior Ning, I..."
"No need to say more."
Ning Daoran released his Nascent Soul consciousness to investigate briefly, then raised the corner of his mouth and looked at Jing Long's Nascent Soul: "There are indeed many backup plans, which turned out to be specially prepared for Ning."
He raised his hand and threw out a Grade A paper figure. When the Grade A paper figure stepped forward to open the secret room restriction with the jade talisman, a ray of blood suddenly swept across, and the jade talisman exploded. The Grade A paper figure with the late Jindan cultivation was cut in half! "Ning has seen a lot of this kind of plot."
Ning Daoran smiled faintly: "But it can't stump me."
As he said this, he threw out the second first-class paper figure.
“…”
The expression on Jing Long's Nascent Soul figure's face instantly turned extremely ugly. He didn't expect that his final comeback plan, which he had painstakingly planned, would be easily resolved!
(End of this chapter)