Chapter 81 Chilong Ding (Sixth update! Please subscribe first!)

"Be careful of those second-level inferior bronze puppets!"

From the front, a low roar of Chen Wu was heard. This sword cultivator who had established his foundation continuously summoned flying swords and fought with the puppets.

Xin Lei also continued to cast talismans, using low-level talismans such as the first-order cold wind talisman and fire talisman to resist the enemy. For her, talismans themselves were a means of attack.

Ning Daoran was walking at the back, and when he saw the broken puppet corpses in the corridor, he couldn't help but get an idea. Many of the materials of these puppets had something in common with the formation, and they couldn't be wasted.

In the world of immortal cultivation, one must be frugal to live a better life! So he slapped his storage bag and put all the puppet fragments along the way into his pocket. He had no shortage of storage bags, and he always had a lot of them every time he touched a corpse.

“Buzz——”

A bronze figure came rushing over, with a sharp sword in his hand cutting through the air.

This sword was fast and fierce, but it couldn't hit Ning Daoran. When the sword passed by, it only hit the air. Instead, Ning Daoran's Qinglong Spear swept across and easily cut it in half! Collect it, collect it all.

He kept collecting the remains of these puppets as his own, like a ragpicker.

Ahead, the green sword light became increasingly brighter.

Chen Wu has already started fighting desperately.

"Miss Xin, be careful, it's a second-level mid-grade red beast puppet!"

The tip of the sword pierced into the puppet's body, making a sharp sound and sparks flew out.

Ning Daoran watched the excitement from a distance and had no intention of going forward to help.

"Don't bother with it, just go!"

While Xin Lei used a cold wind talisman to temporarily trap the puppet, she activated a first-level speed talisman, grabbed Chen Wu's shoulder and rushed out of the corridor.

"roar!"

There was a glow of fire ahead, and a second-level, mid-grade red beast puppet was rushing towards them.

Ning Daoran's eyes lit up. The materials of the second-level mid-grade puppet were at the same level as the second-level mid-grade formation. This red beast puppet was a treasure to him, and he could not attack it with magic weapons to avoid damaging the materials.

His figure flashed and turned into an afterimage, falling from the sky with a reaction speed far exceeding that of the Red Beast Puppet. He directly shot off the puppet's head with one shot, and then put its body into the storage bag.

…

When Ning Daoran walked out of the corridor, several storage bags had become heavy.

"Fellow Daoist Ning has come out."

Huo Laogui smiled slightly and said, "As expected of a foundation-building cultivator from the Chaos Sect, I knew these puppets would not be able to do anything to you."

"Lucky, lucky."

Ning Daoran pretended to be pale and said, "That red beast puppet was so powerful just now. I almost couldn't get out."

The ancestor of the Wang family flashed a playful expression on his face, and said: "This place is already the core area of ​​the Qingyun Secret Realm. Everyone, there are many restrictions ahead. We must work together to break them before we can take the treasure.

Fellow Daoist Huo, Fellow Daoist Ning, I heard that you are both formation masters. If that is the case, you two will have to put in more effort to break the restriction."

Ning Daoran was a little embarrassed: "I am only a first-level mid-grade formation master. I dare not call myself a formation master in such a dangerous place as Qingyun Secret Realm. I still have to rely more on Fellow Daoist Huo."

Huo Laogui cast a helpless look and said, "In that case, I will do more work if I am capable. However, it will cost a lot to break the restriction here. If you open the secret realm later, can you give me 10% more treasures?"

"An extra 10%?"

The Wang family ancestor smiled and said, "Fellow Daoist Huo, you are overthinking. At most, after the treasure is opened, Fellow Daoist Huo will choose the one he likes first. Overall, it should be divided equally."

"That's fine."

Old Ghost Huo tapped his storage bag, took out formation materials one by one, and began to try to break the blood-colored restriction in front of him.

…

The ancestor of the Wang family waved his sleeves, stood aside, and guarded the old ghost Huo to prevent him from being attacked.

Chen Wu and Xin Lei stood far away, expressionless.

Ning Daoran practiced the Changqing Jue and helped on the side, but he was only there to break some simple restrictions. The more complicated ones were left to Huo Laogui.

One day and one night later.

Old Ghost Huo was sweating profusely. After breaking more than ten restrictions in succession, everyone arrived at the depths of the Qingyun Secret Realm.

A high platform appeared in front of them, connected by thousands of stone steps. In the middle of the platform, there was a lingering precious light, and a tripod surrounded by restrictions was suspended in the air.

"Could it be the Chilong Ding?!"

The eyes of the Wang family ancestor were full of passion.

"That's right, it's the third-tier magic weapon Chilong Ding!"

Huo Laogui looked excited: "I didn't expect that we would have such a harvest on this trip. This Chilong Ding is not only a divine cauldron for refining weapons, but also has both offensive and defensive effects. Even among the third-level magic weapons, it is a superior magic weapon."

"It's actually the Chilong Ding..."

Chen Wu raised his head and looked there, his eyes full of burning heat.

Xin Lei just glanced at him, frowning slightly, as if she was thinking about something.

"Everyone, this Chilong Ding may be the greatest opportunity for us on this trip to Qingyun Secret Realm."

The ancestor of the Wang family said calmly: "But there is an extremely powerful restriction around the Chilong Ding. In order to buy time, we must work together to break the restriction, and then discuss the ownership of the treasure. Do you have any opinions?"

"I have no objection." Huo Laogui expressed his opinion immediately.

The two cultivators with the highest cultivation levels had no objection, and naturally the rest would not have any objection either.

Chen Wu frowned and summoned out flying swords, which circled around him.

Xin Lei's eyes flickered slightly.

Ning Daoran had a blank expression on his face, and together with everyone else, he began to use his magic power to break the ban.

…

This process lasted for nearly half a day. Finally, the restrictions around the Chilong Ding became thinner and thinner, and along with a golden ripple, the restrictions were broken!

“Buzz——”

However, at this moment, the Chilong Ding suddenly disappeared out of thin air.

"how?"

Huo Laogui was horrified.

Chen Wu was equally stunned.

Ning Daoran narrowed his eyes, scanned with his spiritual sense, and saw some things he shouldn't see.

"You slut, do you think I'm blind?!"

The ancestor of the Wang family suddenly roared, and offered a green jade pendant to cover the sky above Xin Lei's head, and said angrily: "You dare to steal the treasure in front of me?"

Under the blowing of magic power, a purple talisman instantly burned out and disappeared from Xin Lei's palm. At the same time, the Chilong Ding turned into a ray of light and flew into her storage bag.

"Third level Heaven Covering Talisman?"

Huo Laogui was shocked: "Well, you actually planned to use the third-level sky-covering talisman to steal the treasure. You are really going too far! Fellow Daoist Wang, kill him, now!"

The moment the Wang family ancestor took action, Old Ghost Huo also took action, but his target was actually Ning Daoran!

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“Puff!”

A short knife instantly pierced through Ning Daoran's chest, and blood spurted out immediately!

"My dear Ning, I'm sorry!"

The old ghost Huo said with a grim look, "This is indeed a trap set by Daoist Wang and I, but who allowed you to sneak in like a headless fly? You can only blame yourself for your bad luck, not me!"

However, just when Huo Laogui thought he had succeeded, Ning Daoran's body suddenly became floating and turned into a paper man pierced by a short knife magic weapon.

“Not good!”

Huo Laogui was horrified.

"Miss Xin!"

Not far away, Chen Wu watched in horror as Xin Lei's head was smashed to pieces by a palm from the ancestor of the Wang family. Then, a wisp of flame spewed down and directly turned Xin Lei's body into ashes.

The ancestor of the Wang family is an old cultivator. When he was young, he played the role of a robber many times. This kind of killing and stealing treasures is already commonplace. He swept his spiritual sense and sneered: "Fellow Daoist Ning, why do you have to play hide-and-seek with us? Come out quickly and die!"

A magical power passed by, and Ning Daoran's real body walked out directly from the wooden vines beside him, holding a Qinglong spear in his hand and shot at the old ghost Huo in the head.

Chen Wu turned around and left without caring about Miss Xin.

"Still want to leave?"

The ancestor of the Wang family turned into a streak of light and chased after him, angrily saying, "Chen Wu, you are a useless Qiyun Sword Sect member. You have been practicing for a long time but still haven't reached the realm of sword heart enlightenment. It's better for you to die early and save some resources for the Qiyun Sword Sect."

"you!"

Chen Wu was filled with grief and indignation. The other party knew clearly that he was a foundation-building master of the Qiyun Sword Sect, yet he still wanted to kill him. This made him feel extremely humiliated!

Flying swords are circling, fighting fiercely with the ancestor of the Wang family!

…

In the distance, another battle was going on in full swing.

"Young friend Ning, why bother struggling? You're going to die anyway."

Old Ghost Huo sacrificed a scarlet jade plate, which was a defensive spiritual weapon. It transformed into a circle of scorching flames to protect Old Ghost Huo, so that even after Ning Daoran fired three consecutive shots, the opponent was still safe and sound.

"snort……"

There was murderous intent in Old Ghost Huo's eyes. He waved his hand and wisps of fire beast magic power gushed out and headed straight for Ning Daoran.

There is indeed something about Huo Laogui's middle stage of foundation building, and he can be said to have been through many battles.

But Ning Daoran had no intention of ending the fight too early. The sooner it ended, the easier it would be to expose his true fighting power. His real enemy was the ancestor of the Wang family.

As for Chen Wu, Ning Daoran never thought of saving him.

He was able to escape from the hands of the Wang family ancestor, that was his ability. If he could not escape, that was his fate. Ning Daoran would not let the fate of such an irrelevant person affect his own success.

He used the Chengfeng Xiaoyao Jue to dodge the opponent's magical attack, and smashed around with the Qinglong Spear "bang bang bang".

Not long after, fine cracks appeared on the red jade plate of Huo Laogui. He was a little anxious and immediately took out another top-grade magic weapon to deal with Ning Daoran.

…

"boom--"

In the distance, a fiery red blade swept across, and the twelve emerald green flying swords in the air suddenly fell from the sky like kites with broken strings.

Chen Wu's neck was cut by the fierce blade, and half of his neck was burned before the blood could even flow out.

“Plop…”

He slowly sat down under a huge rock, his eyes turned gray. Although he was unwilling in his heart, this was his final destination.

Before death, all the experiences of this life flash before your eyes like a kaleidoscope.

When he was young, it was discovered that he had spiritual roots, and the villagers in the surrounding area were all happy for him.

The happy smiles of the parents, the eldest brother lifting himself up high, the laughter of the younger sister, the picture gradually became blurred.

Because of one person's spiritual roots, the entire family rises, and this is what people call a glorious family.

After going up the mountain, he practiced sword skills desperately, but was always ridiculed because of his lack of qualifications.

The scene appeared before his eyes of him stepping into the blood pool and acquiring a profound sword-wielding technique. That was the turning point of his life.

But the road is too vague and everything is so out of reach.

He saw the red dress and the scene of his beloved senior sister forming a Taoist couple with someone else.

Before his death, Chen Wu couldn't help but shed two lines of tears.

His heart was filled with regret.

There are so many beautiful things in this world, but they have nothing to do with me.

(End of this chapter)