Chapter 470 Elimination of Violence
Ning Daoran took a deep breath and frowned while standing on the river.
Lin Guo came and went quickly. Her appearance was not only a challenge, but also an opportunity.
After all, the mid-level Four Elephant Spear Technique of that day was among the top techniques in the entire Eastern Wilderness Immortal Cultivation World. It was a treasure that could not be purchased even with flower spirit stones. Lin Guo was willing to share it, so he must cherish this opportunity.
Therefore, he silently made up his mind to go to the Sangyu Kingdom Martial Arts Temple to acquire the Four Elephants Marksmanship once his cultivation reached the level of a martial artist in the early Hunyuan Dynasty!
In the night, two auras appeared in the south and north directions, both releasing their spiritual consciousness to explore the situation here.
Ning Daoran quickly turned into a layer of mist and disappeared into the river. He quickly escaped back to Bailong Mountain and continued to practice in seclusion.
……
A few months later.
The Blood Soul Sect made a big splash in the upper reaches of the Bailong River. They began to build water forts along the river, and connected the water forts across the river to form a trend of intercepting the river. They fed the spirit beasts in the river, trying to intercept all the luck of the river. Bailong Temple area.
In the early morning, the mountains were filled with clouds.
Ning Daoran wore a green shirt and drank tea at the stone table under the tree.
"Master."
Where the mist moved, a pure white figure appeared. It was Xiaobai. She had just returned from the outside and was covered in dust.
"See clearly?"
"Exactly."
Xiaobai bowed his hands and bowed: "Twelve water villages were built along the river, and many prohibitions were put in place to block the river. There were many water spiritual beasts fed in the water villages. These spiritual beasts devoured the creatures in the water, and the river in the upper reaches The essence has rarely leaked out.”
"Humph~~"
Ning Daoran smiled faintly: "What a Blood Soul Sect, this is obviously coming to our Bailong Mountain. Old Mo Lin talks nice, but what he does is dirty."
Xiaobai smiled and said: "Young master is right. The Blood Soul Gate appeared in the Bailongjiang area to compete with us for the dominance of this area. In addition, I also heard a news."
"What news?"
"The Blood Soul Sect is about to build an immortal magic altar next to the Twelve Waters Village. It is said that two fourth-level formation masters have been invited to help. Once this immortal magic altar is built, it will draw a lot of Bailongjiang's luck. By then, we will be able to share it here. There will be very little energy left.”
"Don't worry about them."
Ning Daoran said: "When the time comes, the Blood Soul Gate will naturally come to the door. We can just stop it quietly."
As he said that, he gently patted the Lingpu Cave Sky hanging on his waist and said: "Xiao Heizi, don't you want to break the ladder in Bailong River? Go ahead, I agree, Xiao Bai, Lao Lu, Xiao Gui, Let’s protect Xiao Heizi together!”
"Yes, sir!"
Several figures flew down the mountain and entered the Bailongjiang area.
Soon after, the depths of the river quickly became turbulent, and a huge whirlpool was constantly rising with evil energy. In the center of the whirlpool, a ferocious head slowly emerged from the water. It was Xiao Heizi.
At this time, its body was winding and swaying, turning into a giant thing in the river. The majestic evil aura spread, and its cultivation had reached the peak of the middle stage of Jindan.
"Brother Ran..."
Xiao Heizi opened and closed his bloody mouth slightly and said: "I still need some help..."
"Open your mouth!"
"Yes!"
Just when Xiao Heizi opened his mouth, Ning Daoran popped out three high-quality true blood pills!
In an instant, Xiao Heizi swallowed all three elixirs with strong blood energy, and a "click, click, click" sound came from his body. The bottleneck of the middle stage of the golden elixir was finally broken, and the blood and evil energy in his body began to expand. stand up.
"Roar~~~"
The roar of the ink dragon shook the mountains, forests and rivers. The golden lines on the top of Xiao Heizi's head and body became more and more intense, and two small bulges appeared on his forehead, which actually began to give birth to dragon horns!
Ning Daoran raised his eyebrows slightly and began to expect something in his heart.
Basically, monsters with animal signs such as water snakes, dragons, fish, etc. have a high probability of evolving into true dragon relics when they advance to the fourth level, and Xiao Heizi is going in this direction.
One day, once Xiao Heizi is promoted to a fourth-level spiritual beast, there is a high probability that he will become a being like True Lord Fire Dragon, and his revealed figure will most likely be that of a water-attribute dragon.
At that time, Ning Daoran will have the opportunity to "ride a dragon to heaven"!
The river was surging, and the power of Xiao Heizi's breaking of the steps was so great that it stirred up water waves all over the sky, so that the water transport of Bailongjiang was thrown into chaos because of the ink dragon in the late Jindan stage breaking the steps.
As the waves spread, the Twelve Water Villages of the Blood Soul Sect located upstream will inevitably be affected!
Therefore, Xiao Heizi's step-breaking lasted for three full days. He finally consolidated his cultivation and returned to Bailong Mountain. On the contrary, there was inevitably a frightening battle at the Blood Soul Sect upstream.
……
White Dragon Temple.
Several temple ministers frowned and looked at the faint layer of mist above the river under the starlight. Everyone's expressions were extremely ugly.
"Hmph!"
A figure flew out from the temple. It was Lao Mo Lin, holding one hand behind his back. He showed the demeanor of a late-stage Jindan master and said: "Who is Master Qiu Shui? Why is there no one around him except that late-stage Jindan master?" In addition to the female spirit beast, there is another such a powerful black dragon. The evil spirit of this black dragon is so strong. How many human monks have it eaten? ""It's hard to say. "
A temple priest said respectfully: "Ancestor, the evil spirit of the black dragon is so powerful that even the luck of the river in our White Dragon Temple has been affected. The spirit beasts raised in the water village are frightened, and there are several female ones. The beast was so frightened that he had a miscarriage. Master Qiu Shui is really secretive. We need to deal with it carefully."
"Of course I know this section well!"
Old Demon Lin showed an impatient look: "Have you not found out what happened a few months ago? Who is that Lin Wuxian from the Martial Arts Temple who provoked a decisive battle on the Bailong River?"
"I don't know yet..."
A temple priest said: "On that day, all the people we sent to Bailongjiang were scolded by Lin Wuxian and left, and they could not get close to investigate. However, Chen Wuxian from Wuzhou did not say a word about this, but just kept silent. For a moment, I I don’t know who the monk is who can fight Lin Wuxian for hundreds of rounds, but I just know that he must be an extraordinary person!”
"Humph..."
Lin Laomo frowned: "The place where Lin Wuxian fought with this person is not far from Bailong Mountain. Is this person related to the person named Ning?"
"Probably not."
Miao Zhu shook his head directly: "The person named Ning is just a late-stage Jindan monk. There is absolutely no way he can compete with Lin Wuxian. That person may be the one from the Martial Temple, or he may be the one from Dongming City in Minzhou, but it is absolutely impossible. That Mountain Master of Bailong Mountain, he... there is no way he can survive even three attacks from Lin Wuxian's spear."
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"It's the best."
Old Demon Lin looked towards the direction of Bailong Mountain downstream, his eyes gradually became cold, and he sneered: "If you don't drink a toast, you will have to drink a fine wine, even if you have many spiritual beasts in the late stage of the golden elixir, once my fairy magic altar gains momentum, , is the day of your death!”
……
A few months later.
The fairy magic altar is built!
Old Demon Lin issued an order to the heroes, calling for the twelve demon sects to gather at the Immortal Magic Altar. Each demon sect was assigned a water village, and shared the essence of the river contained in the Immortal Magic Altar. The essence of the river was refined. It can be transformed into flesh and blood, which is what these demonic monks are most passionate about.
For a time, the area around the White Dragon Temple became a chaotic dance of demons.
Late at night, there is a banquet for heroes at the Fairy and Magic Altar.
There are many lights and it is very lively.
In the distant mountain forest, on the branches of an old Qiuqu tree, Ning Daoran was dressed in a green shirt. He restrained his breath and looked at the scene of the fairy magic altar in the distance quietly.
The fairy magic altar was built according to a certain magic formation. From a distance, it looked like a plum blossom formed by a nine-petal flower. It was extremely scarlet and had countless formation restrictions buried deep underground, restraining the energy of the entire upstream river. .
"What a big battle."
Ning Daoran frowned: "Lao Mo Lin's appeal is really terrible, I don't have that strong appeal..."
In the Lingpu Cave, the big stupid deer howled, saying that brother, don't be discouraged. If you call the chefs from all over the world to cook together in the future, there will be a God of Cookery Conference or something, and it will definitely be more lively than here.
Xiaobai smiled and said: "Sir, this old demon Lin is the leader of the demonic path in Wuzhou. This person is only one step away from Ningying. In addition, he is highly respected, so the demonic sects in Wuzhou will give him a little favor. In addition, this person The Immortal Magic Altar and the Twelve Waters Village do have many benefits, and it is reasonable for these demonic sects to be willing to gather here.”
"Humph..."
Ning Daoran crossed his arms and smiled calmly: "I hope Old Demon Lin will respect himself. I don't care if he takes away half of the essence of the White Dragon Sword. Being able to sacrifice half of the essence of the river is enough to recast the Qiushui Sword, but if Lin The old demon is looking for death, so there is no other way. I am forced to take action to clean up the world of demons in Wuzhou. Xiaobai, do you know how to describe it? "
Xiaobai was surprised: "I don't know."
"This is called... cracking down on crime and violence..."
"..."
Xiaobai laughed dumbly, looking at his young master with a pair of beautiful eyes, feeling that he was righteous at the moment.
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Return to Bailong Mountain.
Ning Daoran began to retreat again, specializing in the reverse thrust of the Falling Star Formation.
Although the Great Avenue Burning Sky Formation is also powerful, it always feels a bit uninteresting. Its killing power against the Nascent Soul stage is extremely low and has not reached a satisfactory level. Therefore, Ning Daoran left more expectations to this falling star. Formation!
On the upper reaches of the river, the Twelve Demon Sects gathered together, and the whole day was like the Liangshan Gathering. The group of demon cultivators ate meat and drank wine from large bowls on the flowing table of the Immortal Magic Altar every day. They threatened to flatten Bailong Mountain, but they failed. It was never implemented.
In this way, the years are still peaceful.
The four seasons on Bailong Mountain are like spring, and time flies by. Five years have passed in the blink of an eye.
This year, Ning Daoran was 350 years old.
In the cave of the mountain master, Ning Daoran, who was dressed in a green shirt, exuded extremely strong dragon demon power. A year ago, he had another breakthrough in the Dragon Demon Heart Sutra, and he was already at the twenty-third level!
At this time, the counter-extraction of the Falling Star Formation has reached its final moment, and there is only one step left to obtain the complete inheritance of the Falling Star Formation!
After sitting upright for several days.
Ning Daoran suddenly slapped his thigh: "I'll go, it turns out that this is the case. It's very different from what I originally imagined. It turns out that as long as this, this, this, and this, the problem of star power reversal can be solved!"
After a full forty-five years, with Ning Daoran's extraordinary formation talent, he finally completely penetrated the Falling Star Formation, a fourth-level mid-level super killing formation!
(End of chapter)