Chapter 83 Level 2 Wind Wolf (Eighth update! Please order first! Please vote monthly!)
Under the fierce attack of the two spiritual weapons for more than 20 consecutive times, the image of the silver scale inner armor that appeared on Ning Daoran's body had gradually collapsed, and countless cracks appeared on the inner armor that he wore.
"铿~~"
Just after a fierce attack with the green dagger, the inner armor instantly turned into countless fragments.
"Oops..."
Ning Daoran's eyes looked panicked, and he spun his body and shot the Chengfeng Xiaoyao Jue in succession. His speed increased a little again, but he still couldn't avoid the opponent's pursuit.
"As a person in the early stage of foundation building, it is very difficult for you to withstand so many of my attacks. It's a pity..."
The ancestor of the Wang family showed a look of cherishing talent and said: "You and I are mortal enemies after this battle, otherwise I would be willing to let you join the Wang family and serve as the guest elder of our clan!"
Ning Daoran said nothing, and with a twist of his palm, the jade bamboo slips suddenly emerged, turning into emerald green jade-like slips that lingered around him, once again forming a defensive method.
"Another magic weapon?"
The ancestor of the Wang family sneered: "The dignified foundation-building elder of the Chaos Sect doesn't even have a decent spiritual weapon. How can you be my opponent?"
With that said, the ancestor of the Wang family once again sacrificed two spiritual weapons. The spiritual weapons were wrapped in the light of mana and kept hitting the jade bamboo slips.
For a moment, the spiritual weapon given by the junior sister gradually dimmed, and countless cracks and textures appeared.
"Peng!"
The moment the Jade Bamboo Spiritual Slip was shattered, the ancestor of the Wang family seemed to have lost his patience. With his fingertips, the green short knife suddenly made a loud sound, and with a "swish" sound, it turned into a green light and penetrated into Ning Daoran's heart. .
Blood splattered everywhere, this time he was really dead.
"A mere initial stage of foundation building... actually cost me so much trouble..."
The Wang family rushed over and stretched their palms towards the storage bag on Ning Daoran's waist.
Although he looked down upon this boy's treasure heritage, he was still a foundation-building monk's storage bag. A skinny camel was bigger than a horse, so his heritage would definitely be there.
However, the moment the ancestor of the Wang family stretched out his hand, Ning Daoran's body, which had been penetrated through the heart, continued to tremble, and his limbs began to turn into a piece of thin paper.
‘Not good…’
In an instant, the soul of the ancestor of the Wang family was shaken, and a wisp of chill instantly ran up his back!
I was fooled again, and this time I was fooled so close!
"Shua——"
A ray of white light swept out from the sepak takraw ball tied around the waist of the paper man, and turned into the figure of Ning Daoran. The green dragon gun in his hand, with the brilliance of the secret skill, turned into a green light and penetrated into the Wang family ancestor from the back. heart!
"Poof!"
Blood splattered, and the silver dragon shot out of the sea and directly crushed the heart of the ancestor of the Wang family!
"How could..."
The ancestor of the Wang family was pale, and he never guessed until his death that the boy's true identity would be hidden in a cave treasure on the waist of the paper man.
This kid obviously has cave-level magic weapons, but why are all the first-level magic weapons he uses for fighting spells?
In an instant, a blue-purple talisman appeared in the sleeve of the ancestor of the Wang family. It was a third-level wood spirit talisman. The moment it was activated, the vitality in the body exploded, and it temporarily stabilized the flow of blood and spiritual energy that had lost his heart.
"I want you to die without a burial place!"
The ancestor of the Wang family once again sacrificed his spiritual weapon.
But at this moment, a fiery red fan appeared in Ning Daoran's hand, with the mana fluctuations of the second-order top-grade spiritual weapon surging in it!
"Oops..."
The ancestor of the Wang family felt a chill in his heart.
In an instant, Ning Daoran operated the True Yang Furnace Technique to perfection. The eleven layers of Evergreen Technique's deep wood-attributed mana rolled into the air, and the extremely pure True Yang Mana suddenly poured into the True Feather Fan!
With the wave of the real feather fan, there was a faint scream of spiritual birds in the void, and then fire fell from the sky and swallowed the body of the ancestor of the Wang family.
In the blink of an eye, the Wang family ancestor's body was burned to pieces.
Several storage bags fell down.
Ning Daoran pocketed them one by one, but still did not dare to be careless. He instantly took a picture of a top-notch stand-in paper man transforming into himself, and handed the Qiu Shui Sword to the paper man for use.
The reason why he showed weakness again and again just now, and even gave up the Jade Bamboo Spirit Slip and the top-grade magic weapon Silver Scale Armor given by his junior sister, was to seek an opportunity to kill with one strike!
The ancestor of the Wang family is not an ordinary monk, and the fighting experience of this old fox is definitely not comparable to that of Ning Daoran.
If he really had to use various defensive and offensive weapons to confront the two armies, even if Ning Daoran could kill him, it would be a huge expenditure, and he might not be able to cope with the late second-order wind wolf that followed.
Amid the roar of the wind, a mournful cry came from the distance.
The figure of the wind wolf came through the wind. Looking at the handful of green ash in the air, the wind wolf already knew that its master had died.
"Roar——"
Feng Lang's hair stood on end, and his eyes were fixed on Ning Daoran.
"Humph..."
Ning Daoran frowned, patted the storage bag, and summoned the remaining two top paper figures. In addition, there were more than twenty paper figures without souls. out!
In an instant, it became a "one-on-one" situation between more than twenty Ning Daoran and a late second-order wind wolf.
He slowly landed on the ground, patted the storage bag with his palm, and six ice-blue formation flags flew out together with the formation disk, and a second-level low-grade Canghai Xuan Ice Formation was quickly deployed around it!
"Get up!"
After the six magic formulas were shot, the power of dark blue glacier-like formations rose from all around, directly trapping the wind wolf.
When it comes to a one-on-one challenge, try to be steady!
"Ouch~~~"
In the Lingpu Cave, the big stupid deer's tail was wagging wildly, indicating that he also wanted to join the war. "No."
Ning Daoran directly rejected it: "We will wait until you build the foundation."
The big stupid deer roared, but the protest was ineffective.
"Do it!"
After Ning Daoran gave the order, the papermen attacked Wind Wolf from all directions!
"Roar~~~"
The wind wolf roared angrily, turning into an afterimage that rushed left and right, tearing two ordinary paper figures into pieces in the blink of an eye.
Ning Daoran's eyes were indifferent, and he raised his hand to operate the formation. Suddenly, ice picks shot out from the Canghai Xuanbing Formation, and "puff-puff" landed on the wind wolf's tough fur, stained with layers of frost.
Coupled with the surge of ice attribute force within the formation, frost continued to condense on Wind Wolf's limbs, which made it unable to exert its proud speed advantage. In the blink of an eye, it was surrounded by a group of paper figures.
Ning Daoran waved his real feather fan, and a ray of flame shot out, burning Feng Lang's forehead to pieces!
‘Don’t damage the fur. ’
Ning Daoran silently gave orders to the paper monks with his mind.
Soon after, the wind wolf in the formation could only keep wailing. It was covered in blood, and the ferocity in its blood-colored eyes had become less and less, replaced by awe.
'Don't...don't kill me...'
Suddenly, a voice sounded in Ning Daoran's mind, which was the voice transmission from the wind wolf.
Although this wind wolf with late-stage foundation-building cultivation has not yet cultivated to the point of "transforming" a third-level monster, it can transmit sounds to the monks through its mind.
‘If I don’t kill you, what good will I gain? ’ 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 be willing to contribute 30,000 spiritual stones to you.
In addition, the women with spiritual roots from the Yingchuan Wang family are at your disposal to be slaves or maids. They will never complain. I just 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 decline and become a third-rate family...'
Ning Daoran frowned.
This request is reasonable.
The Yingchuan Wang family has now lost its ancestor in the late stage of foundation establishment. If it loses the protection of this spiritual beast in the late stage of foundation establishment, its strength will plummet, and the nearby immortal cultivating families will gnaw and compete for that line like a pack of wolves. Second level spiritual veins.
It seems that the soul of the ancestor of the Wang family has not yet dispersed after his death, so he finally said these words to Feng Lang, letting this spiritual beast continue to guard the Yingchuan Wang family in his place.
This is also an old man's last bit of care for his family.
‘So, if you ask me, do I have to agree? ’
The next second, a figure suddenly appeared above Feng Lang's head. A ray of silver dragon shadow was wrapped around the tip of the Azure Dragon Spear, and it fell directly with a force of tens of thousands of kilograms!
"Click..."
Feng Lang's head was broken and he was killed directly!
Are you kidding? If you can get rid of the trouble on the spot, why bother yourself in the future?
Ning Daoran has a clear mind about the stakes of this matter!
He quickly put Feng Lang's body into his storage bag, and immediately searched the ashes of the ancestor of the Wang family to ensure that all accidents would be eliminated here.
The result was quite satisfactory. Relying on his profound cultivation, the ancestor of the Wang family did not tell anyone in the clan who he would explore the Qingyun Secret Realm with. Of course, the main reason was that he took Wang Qi to explore the Secret Realm together, for fear that The nephews and nephews who hold high-level positions in the clan will be dissatisfied.
……
Soon after, Ning Daoran returned to the previous battlefield.
"Fellow Daoist Chen, fellow Daoist Xin, rest in peace."
Two samadhi true fires popped out and burned the bodies of Chen Wu and Xin Lei cleanly.
After that, Ning Daoran came to the high platform, and then refined all the toxins tempered on the golden rope in the blink of an eye.
In fact, it doesn't matter if he doesn't refine it. His Evergreen Technique has been cultivated to the eleventh level. His whole body is like a vast old tree. His vitality is extremely terrifying and he is almost immune to all kinds of toxins.
Two golden wire ropes were thrown down together and tied the two ends of the treasure box. After that, Ning Daoran and a paper monk worked together. The mana continued to surge, and in less than ten breaths, a simple iron box was removed from the box. Lifted 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 level and physical training situation, one arm has the strength of ten thousand kilograms.
“Zizi~~~”
There is a faint forbidden luster around the iron box.
At this time, there was only one person in the secret realm. Ning Daoran sent paper people to protect the law, and he began to concentrate on breaking the restriction.
Not long after, the ban was opened.
Ning Daoran felt slightly excited and slowly opened the treasure box with a ray of magic power.
What caught his eye were a few seeds exuding a strange medicinal fragrance, and in addition, there was a pitch-black bamboo root about half a meter long.
(End of chapter)