Chapter 589 Backstabbing Teammates

"elder brother!!!"

Watching Ning Daoran being pierced through the heart by a sword, Ning Mingyu felt as if her heart was being violently stabbed, and she couldn't help but let out a scream.

"Brother! Why are you like this..."

Zhenjun Jinghong covered her injured chest and looked into the distance in disbelief. She was trembling all over. She had never expected that her senior brother would be so cruel and directly kill Ning Daoran who had taken care of her all the way.

Along the way, Zhenjun Jinghong was like a caring older sister, often making harmless jokes to Ning Daoran and Ning Mingyu.

She completely regarded the two of them as "her own people", but she didn't expect that her senior brother would suddenly attack Ning Daoran.

"Hmm? That's not right..."

The moment when Master Long Ji was about to touch the Nine Dragon Mirror with his hands, he suddenly felt that something was wrong.

Just when he glanced at Ning Daoran, he found that Ning Daoran, who was kneeling on the ground, had flames burning in his chest, just like a piece of paper being ignited from the middle, and in the blink of an eye his entire body was burned to ashes.

That... turned out to be a Grade A paper figure that looked exactly like him, with the same aura and spirit! True Lord Long Ji was horrified. When did this person replace himself with a paper figure?

…

"Fellow Daoist Long Ji, you have disappointed me greatly."

A figure in a green shirt appeared not far behind the paper man, with one hand behind his back. He exuded an aura of eternal youth and invincibility. It was Ning Daoran.

"you……"

True Lord Long Ji felt a chill in his heart. He actually failed to kill Ning Daoran. If that was the case... In a head-on confrontation, he might not be his opponent! However, as long as he obtained the Nine Dragon Mirror and found a way to escape unscathed, this time he would still be considered a complete victory! As for Ning Tianyi, after all, he only killed Ning Daoran, and he did not owe Ning Mingyu the slightest bit. After that, he would escort Ning Mingyu back to Guixu City, and naturally he would be able to easily pass the Ning Tianyi level! The key to everything lies in the Nine Dragon Mirror!

"The treasure is mine!"

True Lord Long Ji clasped his hands together and grabbed the Nine Dragon Mirror.

However, at this moment, suddenly a terrifying spiritual pressure descended from the sky, directly sealing the entire area above the magma. Then, with two "puff" sounds, two hideous heads rushed out from the magma. They were the only two remaining heads of the Hydra!

"What?!"

True Lord Long Ji was horrified.

The nine-headed dragon was so fast that its two heads turned into afterimages. With two "puffs", it bit the upper and lower bodies of Master Long Ji respectively. As for the Nine-Dragon Treasure Mirror, it turned into a pool of bubbles along with a wisp of flame! "Ah?!"

True Lord Long Ji felt extremely painful. The fangs of the Hydra pierced through his inner armor and then bit through his body. His magic power quickly flowed out, and a great fear of dying enveloped his heart! "Ning...Fellow Daoist Ning, save me...save me..."

True Lord Long Ji was already incoherent, and the first person he thought of was still Ning Daoran. No one present could suppress the Hydra except Ning Daoran.

"Ning has saved you once, but you didn't cherish me..."

Ning Daoran sneered.

“Crack!”

The two heads of the Hydra tore apart with all their might, and suddenly the body of Master Long Ji made a cracking sound!

“Senior Brother!!!”

Zhenjun Jinghong screamed, tears welling up in her eyes. She felt extremely complicated, but for her senior brother, she still gritted her teeth and said, "Fellow Daoist Ning, my senior brother certainly made a mistake, but... could you please help him..."

Ning Daoran didn't say anything, but just looked at Master Jinghong with a pair of cold eyes.

In an instant, a chill enveloped her whole body, and Zhenjun Jinghong felt cold from head to toe. She had never seen such a terrifying look in her many years of practicing Taoism.

At this moment, she truly felt Ning Daoran's murderous aura. The murderous aura of that devil who had gone crazy killing people in the border battle and by the Bailong River was not in vain.

I will not offend others unless they offend me.

This was Ning Daoran's motto for cultivating immortals. He had done his best by sacrificing twelve of his own flying swords to save Lord Long Ji. However, he had not expected that Lord Long Ji could not resist the temptation of the treasure and actually attacked him. If Ning Daoran had not been cautious in his life, he would probably have become a Nascent Soul without a physical body.

"Fellow Daoist Ning..."

True Lord Long Ji was bleeding all over, and his waist was constantly tearing: "Save...save me..."

"dream."

Ning Daoran said calmly, "I blew up my own flying sword to save Fellow Daoist Long Ji, but I didn't expect that you would repay me with hatred. It's better for you to die. Even the Nascent Soul can be spared from taking over your body. It's more appropriate for you to die completely."

“I agree!”

Hydra said something.

The next moment, Ning Daoran threw out a fourth-order low-grade ban-breaking talisman, which instantly turned the space around True Lord Long Ji into a chaotic area.

“Crack!”

Finally, the body of Master Long Ji was split into two, and the blood continued to flow. The two snake heads raised their necks and quickly devoured the two halves of Master Long Ji's body, turning them into blood, flesh and essence. However, the blood-colored Nascent Soul could not escape at all under the control of the forbidden talisman.

"Let me take you there!"

The nine-headed snake suddenly opened its bloody mouth and spewed out a mouthful of murderous energy, instantly catching up with the fleeing Nascent Soul of True Lord Long Ji. The next second, the Nascent Soul was corroded and riddled with holes, and in the blink of an eye it was swallowed by the nine-headed snake, turning into countless essences.

A powerful cultivator in the middle stage of the Nascent Soul who was feared by all, died on Jiulong Island!

"It's your turn, boy!"

The Hydra roared, and its two heads danced ferociously, and instantly pounced towards Ning Daoran.

It even felt a little proud in its heart. It had fought one against two before and was able to draw. Now there was only this guy in the early Nascent Soul stage left. Although this guy was very powerful, it should not be a problem to kill him.

"snort!"

Ning Daoran raised his hand and flicked it, and it was clean and neat!

The remaining twelve golden swords shot out into the air with "puff puff". The golden swords were made in sets. Since half of the set had been damaged, the power of the remaining half was greatly reduced. There was no use in keeping it, so it was better to blow them up together and then refine a new set of golden swords.

All Ning Daoran lost was some vital energy.

Something like vital energy takes a long time to cultivate, and it just takes time to nurture it.

“Puff, puff, puff~~~”

In an instant, six golden swords were pierced on the two snake heads.

“No…don’t!”

After experiencing the power of the Golden Silk Sword's self-destruction, Hydra felt a chill in its heart. This kid was too cruel. He just gave up his natal sword. Besides, wasn't this a treasure made from ten thousand year old golden silk bamboo?

Which sword cultivator in the mortal world would be willing to explode a thing like the Ten Thousand Years Golden Silk Sword?

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

While the Hydra was thinking, the golden swords exploded one after another, and suddenly the only two remaining heads trembled wildly and were constantly blown into pieces of shattered flesh and blood.

In the blink of an eye, all that was left of the Hydra was a bloated body like a millstone and a long tail floating on the magma.

Ning Daoran was afraid that the fourth-grade high-quality materials would burn, so he hurriedly put them all into the storage ring, even the fragments of the snake head were put into the storage ring. After a little processing and refining, it might also be used as a material for making talismans. After all, it was the body of a late-stage Nascent Soul monster, and every inch of it was a treasure! "Brother!"

Ning Mingyu floated down and looked at Ning Daoran's bruised body with red eyes. She thought Ning Daoran was really dead.

"I'm fine."

Ning Daoran raised his hand to wipe away the tears from Ning Mingyu's eyes and said, "It is really unacceptable for a late Jindan cultivator to shed tears."

Ning Mingyu smiled shyly.

At this time, Master Jinghong also came.

She had a complicated look on her face.

"Fellow Daoist Jinghong."

Ning Daoran said, "I didn't mean to kill Fellow Daoist Long Ji, but Fellow Daoist Long Ji made the first move, so I will never lend a helping hand. I hope Fellow Daoist Jing Hong will understand. This is Fellow Daoist Long Ji's storage ring. Please take it back to the Pilgrimage Sect."

As he spoke, Ning Daoran raised his hand and returned the two storage rings of True Lord Long Ji to True Lord Jing Hong.

"Fellow Daoist Ning, you don't have to say anything. I understand that Senior Brother was confused for a moment and was in the wrong first."

Master Jinghong accepted the storage ring and said with red eyes: "Fellow Daoist Ning, thank you..."

"Um."

Ning Daoran looked at the pool of magma in front of him and said, "In that case, shall we start to get the treasure?"

"good."

Ning Mingyu and Jinghong Zhenjun nodded together.

…

“Swish!”

Ning Daoran took out the Earth Gold Tripod and injected a bit of magic power into it. The Earth Gold Tripod made a crisp clanging sound and began to suck out the magma from the place where the Hydra lived.

Soon after, the magma water line kept dropping down, and the small golden tripod seemed to have an endless space. After absorbing a large amount of magma, it was only less than half full.

In a moment, the magma in the Hydra Cave was completely sucked dry, and suddenly an underground cave with a very exquisite shape appeared before their eyes.

Ning Daoran walked in front and flicked his sleeves to open a restriction at the bottom of the cave. Suddenly, a door to the underground cave opened, revealing a large area of ​​shining spirit stones underneath. It turned out that this nine-headed snake had stored a large amount of spirit stones, and they were all mid-grade spirit stones!

Ning Mingyu and Jinghong Zhenjun both looked surprised.

Ning Daoran quickly counted and said, "A total of more than 60,000 middle-grade spirit stones, equivalent to more than 6 million low-grade spirit stones. As for the distribution method..."

He groaned, "It's not that I am arrogant, but I paid a lot to kill the Hydra this time. I destroyed three fourth-level formations and countless third-level formations. So I need to take a little more to compensate for the damage to my formation."

“As it should be.”

Master Jing Hong said softly, "Fellow Daoist Ning, just take it first."

"good."

Ning Daoran took out two storage bags, each containing 10,000 mid-grade spirit stones, and said, "Fellow Daoists Mingyu and Jinghong, you each take 10,000 mid-grade spirit stones, and I will take the rest. What do you think?"

"Brother, thank you!"

Ning Mingyu gladly accepted it. She, who did not work, could actually get some spirit stones. She must firmly accept such overwhelming wealth. From now on, she had a lot more pocket money and could not spend it all.

Zhenjun Jinghong had a complicated expression. Logically speaking, his senior brother had betrayed and stabbed his teammates, and it was already a great kindness for him not to kill him as well. Now that he could give him so many spirit stones, what else was there to say?

After the two girls accepted the spirit stones, Ning Daoran's gaze turned not far away.

A gray mirror was lying in a box in the center of the treasure house. Nine real dragons were carved around the mirror, and it exuded the aura of a fourth-grade high-quality spiritual treasure. It was also an ancient treasure! (End of this chapter)