Lu Bei made himself look awkward and got a cold look from She Xuan. He couldn't help but frown deeply when he saw the two huge monsters going in and out again and again, relying on their invulnerable bodies to crush a group of monks back and forth.
There is a problem with the secret realm, there is a problem with the formation, and naturally there is also a problem with the owner of the two evil dragons.
After the younger one is beaten, the older one will come. This is the eternal truth in the world of immortal cultivation.
The young one is already so difficult to serve, I wonder how much more difficult the old one must be. As a weak person by nature, Lu Bei doesn't want to make things difficult for himself, but he can't let go of the golden-scaled snake, so he can only wait with She Xuan.
"Let me make it clear first, it will only take a cup of tea at most. If Sister Snake doesn't come back, I will leave on my own." Lu Bei took out the white Suchen sword, raised his hand and flicked the sword tip. A ray of cold light burst out, and he delivered a normal attack.
Everyone saw it. He did not slack off. If he succeeded in killing the evil dragon, he would have a share of the credit, and he would also have a share of the dragon tendons, dragon bones, etc.
She Xuan did not respond, her snake pupils flashed with golden light, and her vision switched to the perspective of the golden-scaled snake. She ordered it to find the heart and give the evil dragon a hard bite.
boom!!
There was a loud bang between heaven and earth, and figures appeared one after another in the ruins outside the Land of Bones.
For some unknown reason, all the monks who entered the secret realm were teleported here.
There were thousands of miles of white bones and flames in the sky, and a ferocious sea of blood was all around. There were also cultivators at the innate and spirit transformation levels fighting two evil dragons in mid-air, which made the ordinary cultivators dumbfounded.
Among the crowd, disciples of the Huangji Sect occupied a corner, led by the two chief stewards Lin Fengxian and Zhao Yingxiong. Seeing the evil dragon wreaking havoc in the whole place and no one could control it, both of them looked extremely ugly.
Having just driven away the minions of the Iron Sword Alliance, the two stewards looked tired and exhausted. They looked at each other and saw difficulty in each other's eyes.
It's impossible to fight them, who knows how many evil dragons there are here.
Zhao Yingxiong raised his arms and called on the monks to find a way out quickly. He made a few sarcastic remarks and told them to work harder if they didn't want to die.
Thousands of monks scattered upon hearing this, because most of them were of average ability and could not jump over the sea of fire to enter the central area, so they could only move around the ruins, so the scene...
Large-scale rescue excavation site.
Looking at this scene, Zhao Yingxiong's eyes were filled with contempt again. He had said long ago that the ruins had not been explored yet and no outsiders were allowed to enter rashly, but they refused to listen. Each of them thought that they had a great opportunity. Now, they died here and couldn't even get a grave.
“Roar, roar, roar—”
Smelling the sudden presence of a large number of living beings, the two evil dragons became more spirited and swam excitedly in the sky, swimming towards the outer ruins.
The newly served dishes were average in appearance, aroma and taste, but they were large in quantity and filling, so the guests didn’t mind having a few bites.
The two evil dragons were so powerful that thousands of cultivators combined were not enough to be eaten by them in one breath. They spewed food to the left and to the right, and in less than a moment, hundreds of people had become their prey.
Lin Fengxian and Zhao Yingxiong pretended not to see anything, thinking that they had brought this upon themselves and did not deserve sympathy, so they ordered a dozen disciples to form a formation to protect themselves. After a while, they flew high into the sky, bursting out with the momentum of their cultivation, and led the two evil dragons into the sea of bones and fire.
"Listen up, all the cultivators in the Spiritualization Realm present. I am Lin Fengxian, the chief steward of Ningzhou of the Imperial Sect. These two dragons are extremely powerful and cannot be fought by one person alone. Today, there is no suspicion of Taoism or demons. We can only seek survival together..."
"Everyone, if you don't move now, when will you wait?"
"… "
There was no point in shouting. After reaching the level of Divine Transformation, everyone would have some ulterior motives and no one wanted to be used as a gun by Lin Fengxian.
Lin Fengxian laughed angrily and scolded the reckless people. He and Zhao Yingxiong fought against a vicious dragon.
The two men stood one in front and one behind, forming seals with their five fingers. Regardless of the consumption of their magic power, the aura around their bodies surged and they joined forces to deliver a terrifying punch.
The fist whistled, squeezing out countless air waves, and the huge fist mark hit the evil dragon's head like a mountain.
With a bang, the evil dragon's body froze, and it fell from the sky into a sea of fire. After getting up, it shook its head frantically to dispel the dizziness. Its physical strength was terrifying, and it took the joint attack of the two stewards, and it even bleed...
“Hua La La—”
Vomited.
The evil dragon vomited blood, but it was not because of the internal injuries caused by the punch, but because of the heavy blow that made it dizzy and dazed. Its stomach was churning and it spat out all the blood it had just swallowed.
The filthy flesh and blood could not be recognized in any shape. It fell into the sea of blood, exploding with crackling sounds. A lump of gold with a diameter of two meters was the most conspicuous.
Yuantong broke the golden ball, touched his bald head with lingering fear, looked up and saw the fierce battle, and flew away without thinking.
"Wait a moment, two stewards! Yuantong from Longding Temple is here!"
With a roar that shook the air, Yuantong swung his fists, using the power of a dragon and an elephant. He raised his elbows to clear a path and slammed into the evil dragon like a cannonball, causing it to stagger in mid-air.
Seeing his powerful teammate show up, Lin Fengxian was overjoyed. He didn't care who Yuantong was and praised him loudly, "It turns out that he is a high monk from Longding Temple. No wonder there is such a god..."
"Damn it, the skin of this long snake is really hard to break. If I had known this, I should have taken out the abbot's sword as well." Yuantong spat fiercely and rushed out with another elbow.
Lin Fengxian: “…”
The beautiful words made his praise pale in an instant, and he simply shut up, pretending nothing had happened.
Three people at the Spirit Transformation Realm who were powerful in cultivation and proficient in close combat joined forces to suppress the arrogance of the evil dragon.
another…
It might have had an upset stomach or some other reason, its eyes bulged out and its neck swelled up like a balloon. It spat out black dirty blood and rolled around in the sea of fire like crazy. When it encountered attacks from the monks' magic weapons, it just took them on and ignored them.
Is it that awesome
Lu Bei muttered to himself, and caught a glimpse of a golden light disappearing into the sea of blood from afar. He knew that it was the golden-scaled snake that had accomplished its mission and was retreating. He couldn't help but look at its fierce toxicity with admiration.
Obviously, the golden-scaled snake had the opportunity to obtain the bloodline of the snake god, and like She Xuan, it had been reborn. It can no longer be viewed with the old perspective.
Lu Bei thought about getting close to Sister Snake, for fear that one day She Xuan would release the snake to bite someone and cause him to lose billions of assets in a coma.
The evil dragon was poisoned, Lu Bei could see it, and the other cultivators watching were no exception. If they were asked to risk their lives, they would shake their heads faster than the other, but if they were asked to beat the drowning dog, they would not hesitate.
With the example of Yuantong and the other three, the few low-key gods were sure that they would win this battle, and they were thinking about the spoils of war, so they attacked fiercely and heavily. For a while, lightning and wind roared continuously, and sword lights and magic weapons appeared one after another, pressing the evil dragon to roar continuously, but it could not get up no matter what.
Seeing this, She Xuan shook her head slightly and touched the golden bracelet on her wrist which had returned to its place at some point. She had a magical power of transformation and had wanted to test its quality on the evil dragon, but now it seemed that she had no room to use it.
Lu Bei followed the crowd and saw the evil dragon's breath floating around. He suddenly tightened his hand on the Su Chen Sword, and a ray of scorching white light appeared in the endless frost.
The light hummed, and the space folded wherever it passed, tearing through the sky at an unimaginable speed. Almost at the moment the sword was raised, the sword light struck the evil dragon's head.
Black dirty blood spurted out, one of the evil dragon's horns was broken, and a big gap was torn on its forehead.
It spewed out a large amount of black fog with hatred, and the thick evil spirit brought chaos to the whole world. The bone mountain collapsed, and the sea of blood swept in all directions. While extinguishing the fire waves, it also led endless evil thoughts to the monks on the edge of the ruins.
"Found it, the teleportation array is here!"
In the crowd, a big man discovered a teleportation array behind a pillar.
He was not good-looking, with nothing special about him. The same was true of the female cultivator standing next to him, with a sallow complexion and a serious expression. If one had to say what was good about him, it would probably be his pair of straight, long legs.
The monks felt as if they had been pardoned, and rushed towards the teleportation array in a crowd. Seeing this, the big man hurriedly pulled the female monk ahead.
Before stepping into the teleportation array, a talisman was extinguished and a message was transmitted to Lu Bei from a distance.
This is not a place to stay for long, leave quickly!
After receiving the message from Fox Three, Lu Bei was even more determined to leave. Seeing that the evil dragon was obviously exhaling more than inhaling, but was still hanging on by a breath and would not die, he felt unwilling to give up and swung his hand and swung down with another sword.
After slashing down with the sword, he didn't even turn around, called out to She Xuan, and quickly retreated to the teleportation array.
"Why is there a teleportation array over there in the ruins? Didn't you say it was in the sea of blood?" She Xuan said quickly.
Lu Bei remained silent. There was indeed a teleportation array in the blood sea that connected to the outside world, and it was the only way to leave this place. The teleportation array in the ruins...
Forgive him for making a bold guess, but there was no such thing before.
The sea of blood was surging with murderous energy, and a black shadow was swimming beneath the surface of the sea. It seemed that some terrifying thing was about to appear in the world.
Several Divine Transformation monks who were eyeing the spoils of war were filled with fear and terror. After years of living in seclusion, they stopped their attack and fled. The evil dragon with a bloody mark on its forehead roared, climbed to the edge of the sea of blood, and after spitting out a mouthful of dirty blood, its shaky body fell straight down, creating a large splash of water.
The same thing happened to Yuantong and the two Huangji Sect stewards. They were too frightened to stay for long, and joined forces to strike again, suppressing the evil dragon so that it could not raise its head, and quickly ran towards the teleportation array.
In the sea of blood, a blurry figure stood still, looking at the fleeing crowd from afar.
Beside him, evil dragons were crawling with their heads down...
…
[You defeated Jiao Shisi and gained 4 million experience points. After judging the opponent's level, the difference is greater than 20 levels, so you will be rewarded with 4 million experience points]
On the outskirts of Fire Dragon Mountain, far away from the entrance to the secret realm, Lu Bei asked She Xuan to find a bush to squat down. Seeing the latter silently step back half a step, he did not force her and squatted alone waiting for Hu Sanxun to come.
"There's actually a reward for defeating the opponent. How ridiculous! No, it's fair. I wish the programmers will have a full head of black hair..."
Lu Bei was talking quietly. Seeing the difference in evaluation was greater than 20 levels, he roughly understood the reason why the secret realm suppressed the magic power. It was not aimed at blood food, but a shackle to tie up the evil dragons and make them obedient.
"Sir, I, the humble monk Yuantong, am honored to receive your respects."
A strong aura came towards him. Lu Bei did not move. He knew with his toes that since he was so low-key that he did not attract any attention, the monk must be looking for She Yan.
"This donor with a handsome face and extraordinary temperament, I, the humble monk Yuantong, am honored to meet you."
"So it's Master Yuantong. I'm Ding from Ningzhou. What's the matter?" Lu Bei stood up and matched the key words. Yes, it was him.
"To be honest, I came down the mountain this time specifically to look for the golden remains of my junior fellow apprentice that were left outside. I wonder if you have seen them?" Yuantong's eyes widened. It was useless to deny it. Since he dared to come looking for him, he must be sure of it.
"… "