The formation has always been a situation where one small move affects the entire body.
As soon as he finished speaking, the formations on the ground he was standing on shattered one after another, and waves of water continued to explode, tearing the demon clan into pieces in an instant. Although Ming Xuan, who was in the center, had prepared in advance and tried his best to avoid the vital points, he was still badly blown. The young man wiped his body, which was constantly oozing blood, and complained, "I should have worn the sect uniform earlier."
At least red and blood wouldn't be so noticeable when mixed together.
The whole place was silent for a moment. Mu Chongxi smacked his lips and quickly protected the only talisman cultivator present. He uttered three precise words to Mingxuan, "You are sick."
Ming Xuan: "You are the one who is sick. I am seeking wealth and honor through risk."
"Use yourself as a guide to lead the formation." Yun Hen said coldly, "Who told him to use this method of attacking while hurting the enemy by a thousand and hurting yourself by eight hundred?"
"This fighting style." Duan Yu said as a matter of course: "I can tell at first glance that he learned it from Xie Chuxue."
No matter who has learned bad things, it must be Xie Chuxue's fault. Mingxuan has been with Xie Chuxue the longest, and he is the one who teaches her on weekdays. Who else could it be but Xie Chuxue?
This time, Xie Chuxue touched his chin and did not refute for the first time.
He really likes this aggressive style of play. It hurts a lot after being injured, but he feels inexplicably happy when he thinks that his opponent will suffer more than him.
Elder Zhao only commented lightly, "Stay away from Xiaoqiao, you pervert."
Xie Chuxue blinked innocently.
Ye Qiao was not taught by him personally. When she was playing steadily, she was as steady as an old dog and as slippery as a loach. But when she was angry, she didn't seem to be much better than Ming Xuan?
Being plotted against one after another, they were blown up to dust, and the unlucky ones who didn't dodge died on the spot. The demon leader had a gloomy face, "Don't catch him, where is Xue Yu?"
The companion shook his head slightly, "He has a spiritual weapon and a domain, and he is an alchemy practitioner, so there is no need to fight him."
"Dragon clan, we have no intention of being your enemy. Just hand over the dragon ball and we'll leave here." The woman raised her chin, with silk threads entwined in her hands, her brows cold, "And the direct disciple of Changming Sect, this has nothing to do with you, right? Although we have a little grudge, but this time as long as you don't interfere, we'll consider letting you go."
The whereabouts of the Dragon Ball is still an unsolved mystery, but it goes without saying that it must be in the hands of the water tribe, and it will definitely be found by slaughtering the water tribe.
Fighting with the Qin Chuan was a waste of time. There would be plenty of time in the future. The first four times had been successful, and the only one left was Chang Mingzong.
The Demon Lord will never allow them to make any more mistakes.
Mingxuan: "Hey, have you considered letting us go? You're pretty shameless."
The demon clan's condescending words not only did not elicit any response, but the little prince became so angry that he transformed directly and punched into the demon clan group hard. The battle was ignited again, and the scene evolved from the initial round-robin battle into a melee.
Xue Yu never actively participates in battles, but his field is useful and very useful.
Zhou Xingyun opened the domain in the next step, and Xue Yu followed closely behind. The silver light and the ink-black light were separated, and the two domains were opened at the same time, pulling away several powerful ones first to relieve some pressure on his junior and senior brothers.
A little dragon, who was seeing this scene for the first time, exclaimed, "It looks amazing."
"I heard that the entire cultivation world can be counted on two hands. Changming Sect has produced three at once." Ao Li blinked in disbelief. He had seen Zhou Xingyun and Ye Qiao, but he didn't expect there was also Xue Yu.
"There's another one?" He was slightly surprised.
"Yes, Ye Qiao has it too."
“…”
The little dragon who was speaking fell silent. What should he do if he is questioned? Open a field to prove himself?
Is this how geniuses prove themselves?
Mingxuan was enjoying the show when suddenly a golden dragon swam in front of him. He looked down at the dragon, and it wagged its tail, motioning him to go up.
Mingxuan understood that this was an invitation for them to ride the dragon.
He despised, "I don't want it."
Every time, he and Xue Yu would be pulled up to the sky by a random sword cultivator from the sect. As a qualified talisman cultivator, he would prefer to ambush people in an inconspicuous place rather than riding a dragon to fight.
Mingxuan doesn't like dragons, but the one in front of him is a dragon in the Spirit Transformation Stage, so it would be much more convenient to have a dragon to protect him.
He rode a dragon first. With the first one, the remaining dragons no longer remained reserved and swam in front of the few people, motioning them to get on.
"Little Prince." Mu Chongxi: "Then let me ride you?" Before, those dragons ignored them the whole time. In comparison, Ao Li had a pretty good temper.
The little prince swung his tail and jumped for joy, "Okay. No problem." He was spineless. The dragon clan believed in the strong, and if they were strong enough, they could completely ignore the issue of face.
The prerequisite is to gain their approval.
The dragon clan slapped themselves in the face too quickly this time.
"Who said that dragons never let people ride them easily? Didn't several of them ride them?" Chu Xingzhi kept cursing and pressed his face against the photo stone with envy. He also wanted to ride a dragon so that he could brag about it for the rest of his life.
That's a creature that only exists in legends.
"Then if you have the guts, let the dragons be ridden willingly." Zhu You pushed his resentful face away angrily, "Don't get in the way, you're blocking us."
The dragon clan likes strong people, and cultivators are generally too weak, which leads to severe discrimination among them. However, it is not easy to gain recognition from the dragon clan. The Changming Sect has been ridiculed repeatedly in recent days. It is more than just sleeping on straw and tasting gall. The endurance it has is something that other sects do not have.
This time I can finally hold my head high.
"What type of domain does Xue Yu have?" The information conveyed by the jade slip made several people who did not have domains go crazy with envy.
"Who knows? We have never been in there, so we can't see what the realm looks like. I guess it may be the same type as the Mountain and River Map. An illusion-type realm." Zhu You nodded his chin. After all, it was the Way of Passion. The treacherous and changeable ones were more suitable for the realm of the Way of Passion.
“The disciples of Changming Sect are all very generous. They gave me a spiritual weapon as soon as I asked. The other four have no objection.” One of the disciples said with a sour tone.
"Xue Yudan needs something to protect himself. Not many people can wake up from the map of mountains and rivers. It is normal for him to give Xiu Duoqing the Tao." Si Miaoyan found it funny.
You can guess what path each person follows by looking at their personality, including the sentimental Xue Yu, Zhu You, Si Miaoyan, and Song Hansheng.
This kind of Taoist monks prefer to weigh the pros and cons before making a choice, and their minds are generally unpredictable and changeable.
Chu Xingzhi stretched out his voice, "Hehehe, it's hard for cultivators from other sects to find a Taoist partner. Only our Taoism is clean and pure."
Although he couldn't beat anyone present, it didn't stop him from pointing fingers at everyone.
"You're right." Duan Hengdao rarely agreed, "But if you're looking for a Taoist partner, you should still look for the Cangsheng Dao, the Cangsheng Dao's gentleness."
"Hiss——" Behind him, there were the sounds of other people grimacing and gasping.
"Huff, huff, huff. The gentleness of the Cangsheng Dao? I don't know which cultivators the Cangsheng Dao has produced throughout the ages, but there is one among the Five Sects."
“If you look for a Taoist partner like Ye Qiao, and if the two of you have any conflict, you will definitely be beaten to death by Ye Qiao with two punches.” Shen Ziwei grinned, and could foresee the other party’s miserable life in the future.
They were so engrossed in their conversation that they didn't notice that Ye Qiao, who was refining the weapon, paused. Soon, she cut off the black iron in her hand with one hand. With a crisp sound of breaking, Ye Qiao asked with a smile: "Everyone, what should we do next?"
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