Chapter 83: Second Order Wind Wolf (8th update! Please subscribe first! Please give me a monthly ticket!)

After more than twenty consecutive fierce attacks from the two spiritual weapons, the magical image of the silver-scale inner armor that appeared on Ning Daoran's body surface had gradually collapsed, and countless cracks appeared on the inner armor he was wearing close to his body.

"Keng~~"

Just after a fierce attack from the emerald green dagger, the inner armor instantly turned into countless pieces.

“Oh no…”

Ning Daoran's eyes showed panic. He spun his body and performed a series of Chengfeng Xiaoyao Jue techniques, which increased his speed a little. However, he still could not escape the opponent's pursuit.

"As someone who is in the early stages of foundation building, it is already very difficult for you to withstand so many attacks from me. What a pity..."

The old ancestor of the Wang family showed an expression of cherishing talent in his eyes, and said: "After this battle, you and I will be mortal enemies. Otherwise, I would like to let you join the Wang family and serve as a guest elder of our clan!"

Ning Daoran didn't say anything. He spun his hand and the Jade Bamboo Spirit Tablet suddenly appeared, transforming into jade-green tablets that lingered around him, forming another means of defense.

"Another magical weapon?"

The Wang family ancestor sneered and said, "As a foundation-building elder of the Chaos Sect, you don't even have a decent spiritual weapon. How can you be my opponent?"

As he spoke, the ancestor of the Wang family once again sacrificed two spiritual weapons. The spiritual weapons were wrapped in the brilliance of magical power and continuously smashed on the Yuzhu Spirit Tablet.

For a moment, the spiritual weapon given by the junior sister gradually dimmed, and countless cracks appeared.

"Bang!"

The moment the Yuzhu Spirit Tablet was broken, the ancestor of the Wang family seemed to have lost his patience. He pointed his finger, and the emerald green short knife suddenly made a bang, and with a "swish" it turned into a green light and drilled into Ning Daoran's back.

Blood splattered everywhere, and he was really dead this time.

"A mere early stage of foundation building... has caused me so much trouble..."

The old man from the Wang family came over and stretched out his hand towards the storage bag on Ning Daoran's waist.

Although he looked down upon the boy's treasure collection, it was still a storage bag of a foundation-building cultivator. A lean camel is bigger than a horse, so the collection must be rich.

However, at the moment when the Wang family ancestor stretched out his hand, Ning Daoran, whose heart was pierced, began to tremble continuously, and his limbs began to turn into a piece of thin paper.

"Not good..."

In an instant, the Wang family's ancestor's soul was shaken, and a chill instantly ran up his spine!

I was fooled again, and this time I was fooled at such a close distance!

“Shua——”

A ray of white light flashed out from the rattan ball tied around the waist of the paper man, and turned into the figure of Ning Daoran. The Qinglong Spear in his hand, with the brilliance of the secret technique, turned into a green light and drilled into the heart of the ancestor of the Wang family from his back! "Puff!"

Blood splattered, and the shot of the Silver Dragon out of the sea directly crushed the heart of the ancestor of the Wang family! "How could it be..."

The ancestor of the Wang family had a pale face. He never guessed until his death that this kid’s true body would be hidden in a cave treasure on the paper man’s waist.

This kid clearly has a cave-level magic weapon, so why are all the first-level magic weapons he uses for fighting? In an instant, a purple talisman appeared in the sleeve of the Wang family ancestor. It was a third-level wood spirit talisman. The moment it was activated, the vitality in the body burst out, and it temporarily stabilized the blood and spiritual energy flow of the heart that had lost its heart.

"I want you to die without a burial place!"

The ancestor of the Wang family once again sacrificed the spiritual weapon.

But at this moment, a fiery red fan appeared in Ning Daoran's hand, surging with the mana fluctuations of a second-level top-grade spiritual weapon! "Oh no..."

The Wang family's ancestor felt a chill in his heart.

In an instant, Ning Daoran operated the True Yang Furnace Technique to perfection, and the profound wood-attributed mana of the eleventh level of the Evergreen Technique rolled in, and the pure True Yang mana immediately poured into the True Feather Fan! With the wave of the True Feather Fan, there was a faint sound of the screams of spiritual birds in the void, and then a huge fire descended, engulfing the body of the Wang family ancestor.

In the blink of an eye, the body of the Wang family ancestor was burned to pieces.

Several storage bags fell down.

Ning Daoran collected them one by one, but still did not dare to be careless. He instantly produced a top-level substitute paper man that transformed into his own appearance, and also gave the Autumn Water Sword to the paper man to use.

The reason why he repeatedly showed weakness just now, and even gave up the Jade Bamboo Spiritual Tablet and the top-grade magic weapon Silver Scale Armor given by Junior Sister, was to seek an opportunity to kill with one strike! The ancestor of the Wang family is not an ordinary cultivator. The fighting experience of this old fox is definitely not comparable to Ning Daoran.

If he really had to use all kinds of defensive and offensive magic weapons to fight the two armies, even if Ning Daoran could kill the enemy, it would consume a huge amount of energy, and he might not be able to deal with the late-stage second-order wind wolf that would follow.

Amid the sound of breaking wind, a mournful cry was heard from afar.

The figure of the Wind Wolf came breaking through the wind, and looking at the handful of green ash in the air, the Wind Wolf knew that its master had fallen.

"roar--"

The wind wolf's hair stood on end and its eyes were fixed on Ning Daoran.

"snort……"

Ning Daoran frowned, patted his storage bag lightly, and summoned out the remaining two top-level paper figures. In addition, he summoned out more than 20 paper figures without souls! In an instant, it became a situation of more than 20 Ning Daorans "single-handedly" fighting against a second-stage late-stage wind wolf.

He landed slowly on the ground, and lightly patted the storage bag with his palm. Six ice-blue formation flags and formation plates flew out together, and a second-level lower-grade Cang Hai Xuan Bing Formation was quickly set up around him!

"rise!"

After the six spells were released, deep blue glacier-like formation forces rose from all around and directly trapped the Wind Wolf inside.

In a duel, you have to be careful!

In Lingpu Cave, the big stupid deer shook its tail wildly, indicating that it also wanted to join the battle.

“No.”

Ning Daoran rejected it directly: "Wait until you have established your foundation."

The big stupid deer roared, but his protest was ineffective.

"Get started!"

After Ning Daoran gave the order, the paper people rushed towards the Wind Wolf from all directions! "Roar~~~"

The Wind Wolf roared, turned into a shadow, rushed left and right, and tore two ordinary paper figures into pieces in the blink of an eye.

Ning Daoran looked indifferent, he raised his hand and activated the formation, and suddenly ice cones shot out from the Canghai Xuanbing Formation, "puff puff" falling on the wind wolf's tough fur, covering it with layers of frost.

Coupled with the surge of ice-attribute power within the formation, frost continued to condense on the Wind Wolf's limbs, which made it impossible to use its speed advantage, which it was proud of. In a blink of an eye, it was surrounded by a group of paper people.

Ning Daoran waved his real feather fan, and suddenly a ray of flame shot out, burning Fenglang's forehead to pieces!

'Don't damage the fur.'

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

Ning Daoran silently gave orders to the group of paper monks with his mind.

Soon after, the wind wolf in the formation was left to howl continuously. Its body was covered in blood, and the ferocity in its blood-red eyes was becoming less and less, replaced by awe.

"Don't... don't kill me..."

Suddenly, a voice sounded in Ning Daoran's mind, which was the message from the Wind Wolf.

Although this wind wolf, which has the cultivation base of the late foundation building stage, has not yet cultivated to the level of "transformation" of a third-order monster, it can communicate with cultivators through the mind.

"What good would it be for me if I didn't kill you?" Ning Daoran responded in his mind.

'I... I am the sacred beast of the Yingchuan Wang family... As long as you don't kill me, I will return to the clan and contribute 30,000 spirit stones to you.

In addition, the women with spiritual roots in the Yingchuan Wang family are available for you to choose and serve as slaves. They will never complain and only ask you to let me go...'

Feng Lang's voice was close to pleading: "This is the master's last wish. I... I don't want to watch the Wang family degenerate and become a third-rate family..."

Ning Daoran frowned.

This request is reasonable.

The Wang family of Yingchuan has now lost their ancestor who was in the late foundation building stage. If they lose the protection of this spiritual beast in the late foundation building stage, their strength will plummet. The immortal cultivation families in the nearby area will gnaw and fight for that second-level spiritual vein like a pack of wolves.

It was thought that the soul of the ancestor of the Wang family had not yet dissipated after his death, and he finally said these words to the Wind Wolf, allowing this spirit beast to continue guarding the Yingchuan Wang family on his behalf.

This is also the last bit of care an old man gives to his family.

"So, if you ask me, I must agree?"

The next second, a figure suddenly appeared above the Wind Wolf's head, with a wisp of silver dragon's afterimage wrapped around the tip of the Azure Dragon Spear, and it struck down with a force of tens of thousands of pounds! "Crack..."

The wind wolf's head was shattered and it was killed instantly!

What a joke, if you can deal with the trouble right now, why leave trouble for yourself in the future?

Ning Daoran knew the stakes of this matter very well! He quickly put the wind wolf's body into the storage bag, and then searched the ashes of the Wang family's ancestor to ensure that all accidents would be eliminated here.

The result was quite satisfactory. The ancestor of the Wang family relied on his profound cultivation and did not tell anyone in the clan about who he was exploring the Qingyun Secret Realm with. Of course, the main reason was that he took Wang Qian to explore the secret realm, and he was afraid that his nephews and nieces who held high positions in the clan would be dissatisfied.

…

Not long after, Ning Daoran returned to the previous battlefield.

"Friend Chen Daoist, Friend Xin Daoist, rest in peace."

Two beams of Samadhi True Fire popped out and burned the bodies of Chen Wu and Xin Lei to ashes.

Afterwards, Ning Daoran came to the high platform and refined all the poison on the golden rope in an instant.

In fact, it doesn't matter if he doesn't refine it. He has already practiced the Changqing Jue to the eleventh level. He is like an old tree. His vitality is extremely terrifying and he is almost immune to all kinds of toxins.

Two golden ropes were thrown down together and tied up the two ends of the treasure box. Then Ning Daoran and a paper monk worked together, and their magic power continued to surge. In less than ten breaths, they had hoisted an ancient iron box up from the bottom of the abyss.

In fact, it doesn't matter even if there is no paper monk to help. With Ning Daoran's current cultivation and body training, he can have a force of ten thousand pounds with just one arm.

“Sizzle~~~”

There was a faint forbidden luster around the iron box.

There was only one person in the secret realm at this time. Ning Daoran sent paper people to protect him, and he began to concentrate on breaking the ban.

Not long after, the ban was lifted.

Ning Daoran was slightly excited, and slowly opened the treasure box with a trace of magic power.

What caught my eye were a few seeds emitting a strange medicinal aroma, as well as a piece of black bamboo root about half a meter long.

(End of this chapter)