Chapter 145: Fighting the Fake Pill (asking for monthly votes at the end of the month)
Thunderclouds are rolling.
Master Ziyuan was holding a purple gem in his hand and was struggling hard.
suddenly!
The ground shook, and a piece of the thundercloud collapsed! "Opportunity!"
The Ziyuan Immortal was born as a casual cultivator, and he cultivated all the way to the false elixir. He had experienced countless battles of varying sizes and had extremely rich experience.
Although he didn't know why the formation collapsed, he seized the opportunity.
"go!"
She clasped her hands together and a drop of blood was forced out.
The purple gem merged into the blood essence, and suddenly it shone brightly with a hint of blood, transforming into a blood-feathered purple bird that rushed into the thundercloud. Countless runes appeared around its body, and it suddenly exploded.
Boom!
The thunderclouds in the sky suddenly dissipated, revealing a cloudless sky.
On top of the major mountains, the faces of all the disciples of the Ten Thousand Beasts Sect changed, and their blood and essence gushed out wildly.
There were also three foundation-building lights, rushing towards Fang Xing with great momentum.
They were all smart people and did not want to join the fake elixir battlefield, so they went to find trouble with Fang Xing.
"Ten Thousand Beast Sect, I will definitely report today's incident to you in the future."
Zhenren Ziyuan has a tall figure, wears a purple long skirt, has a pretty face, but speaks in a very domineering manner.
"In the future? I'm afraid you won't be able to wait for that day."
The sect elder stepped on the four-winged flying snake, took back the magic black knife, protected himself, and stroked the pet under his seat. A trace of regret appeared on his face: "I didn't want to use this trick. That damn Lian Cheng, even if he doesn't die, I will execute him according to the sect rules when I return!"
As the master of the formation, he is very clear about the changes in the formation.
Knowing that it was the true disciple Liancheng who caused the trouble, he rashly trapped a foundation-building cultivator into the formation.
The key is that he couldn't kill the opponent, but the opponent found an opportunity to kill him back, destroying a corner of the formation.
Otherwise, Master Ziyuan would never be able to break out of the formation and would be worn out to death sooner or later, and he wouldn't have to pay too heavy a price.
But now, it’s no longer possible.
"Xiao Qing..."
The sect elder shouted loudly, took out a bottle of medicine from the storage bag in his arms, and threw it directly into the mouth of the second-grade upper-quality four-winged flying snake under his seat.
The monster python exerted a little force and the jade bottle broke into pieces, and the scarlet pill inside was quickly swallowed into its stomach.
Hiss!
The four-winged flying snake suddenly hissed towards the sky, its skin cracked, and a small bump grew on the top of its head, as if a horn was about to emerge.
When Master Ziyuan saw this scene, he thought of something: "I heard that old man Lian got a lot of benefits from the wild land, and the 'horned snake' he raised was promoted to the second-level middle grade... The horned snake has half dragon blood. Could this pill be the 'Dragon Transformation Pill' made from its blood?"
"Yes, it is the 'Dragon Transformation Pill'. Although it is a fake, it is enough to allow my pet to possess the blood of a dragon for a short while."
The sect elder sneered, then clasped his hands together and began to chant a spell.
The magic power surged around his body, and the fake pill was pushed to its limit, emitting terrifying magic power fluctuations.
Under his seat, a four-winged flying snake that seemed to be about to transform into a dragon twisted its body restlessly...
"Oh no, the spirit possession technique?!"
Master Ziyuan was very anxious and raised his hand to produce a talisman.
Countless green thunders were raging, like green pythons, sweeping towards the sect elder. It was actually a third-level Yi Mu divine thunder talisman!
Boom! Endless lightning flashed by, but was completely blocked by the pitch-black long sword magic weapon.
The blue lightning, with its indescribable power of destruction and vitality, fell on the dark light curtain formed by the dark sword, and then melted away silently...
Although this Yi Mu Divine Thunder Talisman was of the third level, the black knife was also a third level magic weapon. The sect elder was well prepared and only defended but not attacked, so it was very easy to resist.
Master Ziyuan was also muttering to himself at this time, as if he was preparing some powerful spell. He glanced at the magic weapon "Purple Hair Pearl" in his hand and sighed in his heart.
Just now, in order to break the formation, she had to use all the power of this low-grade magic weapon. Now the origin of the 'Purple Hair Pearl' was damaged, and she had to store it in her Dantian to warm it up before it could be restored to its original state.
There is not much chance of winning if you use it to fight against the black knife magic weapon.
At this time, the elder of the sect had already completed the spell. There was a trace of blood in his eyes and a strange smile on his face: "Spirit possession technique!"
This is the secret magical power of the Ten Thousand Beasts Sect. Every time it is used, a second-level dragon monster must be sacrificed, and the blood power must also be quite strong!
The previous Grand Elder of the Ten Thousand Beast Sect was an alchemist who spent half his life conceiving a recipe for a "pseudo-Dragon Transformation Pill" that could increase the blood power of dragon-like monsters such as pythons and carps for three hours! However, to refine this pill, the blood of a horned snake of the second-level or higher grade was required as a medicine.
That's why the old man was so concerned about the black jade python, just to upgrade his own horned snake! Nowadays, as long as the horned snake is bled regularly, it can continuously refine fake dragon pills, greatly increasing the strength of the fake pills and elixir-forming real people of the Ten Thousand Beasts Sect! Amid the roar of the sect elder, the four-winged flying snake under his seat let out a painful hiss, and a single horn on its head suddenly emerged.
Then, a layer of blood-red light burned from the scales all over the body.
Such a huge second-level snake demon was reduced to ashes in an instant, and only a poisonous dragon-like demon soul was drawn out and fell into the hands of the sect elder.
The elder looked at the demon soul in his hand that looked like a poisonous dragon, a trace of regret and reluctance flashed in his eyes, and then pointed at Master Ziyuan: "Go!"
The poisonous dragon was as fast as an arrow and arrived in front of Master Ziyuan in an instant.
Master Ziyuan waved his hand, and a layer of purple crystals appeared out of thin air, turning into a huge shield to guard in front of him.
The magical purple bead fell in front of her, leaving behind an unusually thick layer of purple light curtain, on which countless runes were swimming like tadpoles.
Puff! The arrow transformed by the demon soul easily penetrated the purple crystal shield and left a hole on the light curtain. Its size shrank by half, and the demon soul became translucent, but it still drilled into the forehead of Master Ziyuan.
"Third level method!"
A layer of black air suddenly appeared on Master Ziyuan's face, and he suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood.
The art of possessing spirits uses the spirits of demons as a weapon, transforming them into poisonous arrows that chase after the souls. Those who are hit feel as if they have a ulcer attached to their bones! If it were Lian Laogui from the Ten Thousand Beasts Sect to perform this, even cultivators in the middle or even late Jindan stage would not want to take it head-on.
Although the elder of the sect only had a fake pill, the spirit-attaching technique he used was a real third-level method, just like a real pill, seriously injuring Master Ziyuan! Not only that, the strange and deadly poison carried by the poisonous dragon demon soul was still corroding Master Ziyuan's body, magic power, soul... and even the fake pill! If he could not get treatment, he would definitely die within three days!
"What a great spirit possession technique... It's just as rumored, and it's not inferior to supernatural powers."
True Man Zi Yuan took out an elixir and swallowed it, barely suppressing his injuries, but he was already beginning to feel despair in his heart.
"You have lost my pet this time. You will die here today."
The sect elder wielded the magic black knife with a ferocious look on his face.
At this moment, he seemed to sense something and scanned with his spiritual sense.
Two of the three foundation-building monks in the sect were shot in the head by a figure.
Those Qi training disciples were even more miserable. They were caught up by a silver-white figure and slaughtered one after another.
"Master...save me!"
The last foundation-building cultivator, holding a huge spiritual weapon called a bell, fled madly towards the sect elder.
He didn't know what was going on. He was clearly just going to kill the cultivator in the early stage of foundation building, but a terrifying body cultivator suddenly rushed out from underground, and his two companions died almost instantly.
Fortunately, the 'Golden Yuan Bell' in his hand is a top-grade spiritual weapon, famous for its defense, and has the ability to automatically protect its master.
Otherwise, he would have been beaten to death with one punch!
'This person is definitely not an ordinary second-level physical cultivator... He should be a quasi-third-level physical cultivator equivalent to a fake Dan cultivator!'
The Wanshou Sect's foundation-building cultivator felt extremely regretful.
But the next moment, a figure rushed behind him.
The opponent seemed to be able to step on the air, with unparalleled short-distance acceleration and very flexible direction changes. He was not at all the physical cultivator who was rumored to be not good at air combat!
While shouting, the foundation-building monk injected all his magic power into the Jinyuan Bell.
The Jin Yuan Bell continued to grow larger, covering his entire body.
Ding ding!
Fang Xing threw out his fists and palms together, hitting the surface of the golden bell. With a deafening sound, the terrifying penetrating and shocking force fell on the foundation-building monk.
Crash! The Jin Yuan Bell suddenly lost all its magical power and turned into a small golden bell.
A pile of rotten meat emerged from the bell and fell into the sky.
At this time, the immortal cultivator's clone also killed the last Qi training cultivator and found a place to hide.
The battle between the fake pill masters and the real ones is not something that a cultivator in the early stage of foundation building can participate in.
"The fake pill of the Ten Thousand Beast Sect... and the real person Ziyuan?"
Fang Xing stood with his hands behind his back, a sneer on his face: "So it was you who planned this, but why do you have to involve me?"
"How dare you, you bastard... to slaughter my Ten Thousand Beast Sect's cultivators!?"
The elder of the sect was furious: "I will not forgive you today!"
Although Fang Xing's aura was like that of an ordinary person, it was simply ridiculous in the eyes of the two fake Dan Zhenren.
How is it possible for a mortal to fly in the flesh?
Therefore, he must have used the method of concealing his breath. Judging from the huge strength he showed before, he should be a quasi-third-level physical cultivator, comparable to a fake elixir cultivator.
However, the quasi-third-order physical cultivators do not have as many means as the fake elixir cultivators, so they will inevitably be at a disadvantage in a fight.
The sect elder is considered a strong man among the fake Dan, and is even about to have the record of killing another fake Dan. Naturally, he looks down on the quasi-third-level physical cultivator.
"die!"
When the sect elder saw Fang Xing rushing towards him, he immediately pointed at his own magic black knife.
The black sword roared, and the ghost head on the hilt immediately let out a soul-stirring scream that could attack the mind.
This is because the sect elders knew that most physical cultivators had poor spiritual awareness, so they deliberately chose the weakness to attack.
Not only that, the black knife magic weapon flashed with light and actually emitted a pitch-black wind blade.
Countless black gusts of wind were like sharp blades, forming a tornado, like a giant black dragon, swallowing Fang Xing into it.
Crash! Under this attack, Fang Xing's nano protective suit began to shatter, revealing his skin that looked like it was covered in heavy gold armor.
"My current physique cannot compete with the magic weapon itself... But as long as I avoid the magic weapon itself, the magic damage and splash... will be like a breeze blowing on my face."
Fang Xing performed the Flying Dance Step and leaped out of the black tornado. After a few steps, he arrived in front of the sect elder.
"impossible……"
The elder stared with anger. How could this physical cultivator not only have a very solid defense in his sea of consciousness, but also be so agile in the air? But he didn't have time to think about it.
Two golden lights flashed in Fang Xing's eyes, and the powerful martial arts will directly crashed into the sea of consciousness of this fake Dan Zhenren, causing him to lose consciousness for a moment.
Then, he stretched out three fingers, on which countless forces gathered!
——The Three Wonders of Xingwu! ——The Great Vajra Prajna Power!
(End of this chapter)
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