Chapter 4 Flame Dragon Flame
“Boom!”
The scorching heat came from outside the Demon Cave, and the huge dragon roar resounded throughout the world.
Mosha Sect did not know what kind of powerful enemy it had provoked. The huge fire dragon, with eyes like golden flames, was arrogant and swept across all directions. The terrifying temperature seemed to have the tendency to burn mountains and boil seas.
The foundation-building monks of Mosha Sect were unable to stop this fire dragon, and were beaten back steadily.
"That's enough, Fire Dragon Son!"
"If you don't retreat, do you really think that our Mosha Sect is made of clay? If you dare to invade again, aren't you afraid of being blamed by the master of our sect?!"
The foundation-building monks of Mosha Sect yelled angrily while trying their best to block the fire dragon's attack.
"Blame it? After today, there will be no more evil demon sects in the world!"
Above the fire dragon, an old man with a green jade hairpin on his head, big sleeves fluttering, and a fairy-like spirit, spoke with a cold said the voice.
Hearing this, the expressions of the foundation-building monks of Mosha Sect changed greatly.
He immediately chanted a spell, and on his right hand, a blue bird-shaped seal suddenly rose up, as if calling for something, but he couldn't get a response for a long time.
Seeing this, his face suddenly turned pale. Without thinking, he stretched out his hand and found a square seal that looked like a black bat hovering.
"Violence!"
As soon as this seal was released, invisible sound waves suddenly sounded in the void, as if some terrifying creature was roaring, which was breathtaking.
"Bang!"
The old man with fluttering sleeves on top of the fire dragon's expression froze slightly, and seemed to be in a sluggish state.
But above his head, a seal engraved with a jasper-colored lotus appeared automatically, and a faint fragrance emerged from the void. The old man's nose moved slightly, smelling the lotus fragrance, and he quickly regained his clarity.
But in just this moment, the foundation-building monk of Mosha Sect had already controlled a black bronze mirror and flew rapidly towards the north.
“Stop him!”
At this moment, a large number of monks wearing red robes suddenly appeared outside the Devil's Cave, each holding a formation flag, and jointly set up a large formation, as if they wanted to stop them.
But the foundation-building monk of Mosha Sect just snorted coldly, and the black bronze mirror burst out with thousands of magic lights, tearing the formation apart, heading towards the north, and disappeared.
"Uncle Master, we are incompetent and let the insect Taoist run away!"
Among the monks, a disciple who was over thirty years old, tall and wide-mouthed, hurriedly faced The old man above him handed over his hand.
"It doesn't matter, I didn't want to keep him at all. This old guy has a lot of ways to save his life. Without more than two foundations, we can't take his life."
"Now our Yanlong Sect and Tianyuan Sect's two foundations are besieging the mountain gate of Mosha Sect. I provoked him with words, just because I want him to give up Moxing Grotto as soon as possible so that we can search for it. Otherwise, when Mosha Sect is captured, Damn, this Demon Star Grotto is not exclusive to my family, we must share the benefits equally."
The old man waved his hand lightly.
"Uncle Master is wise!"
The burly disciple suddenly realized.
The purpose of this trip is to seek wealth behind the backs of allies, not to kill people.
"Needless to say, I will quickly enter the mines, search out all the mined magic stars, leave no one behind, and then declare to the outside world that it was the insect Taoist who did it."
The old man quickly ordered. .
“Yes, Uncle Master!”
The disciple accepted the order, but halfway through, he seemed to have remembered something and asked again: “Uncle Master, there are still many people in this mine? There are hundreds of disciples of the Aoki Sect who have become miners. How should we deal with these people? "
"What Aoki Sect, that's the Aoki Demon Sect!" The old man sneered, and then continued: "The king of success is the loser. Kou, the laws of nature are reincarnated, can we still restore the clan for them? ”
"Before the Tianyuan Sect people arrive, send all the miners to Jiaolong Cave. Those who can't be sent will be killed, so as not to reveal the news that we have been here and leave evidence, and the Tianyuan Sect people will cause trouble again in the future. "
"Anyway, after the Demon Evil Sect is destroyed, there will be hundreds more miners here, so there will be no one to mine the Demon Star Stone."
The old man waved his hand and decided on the number. The lives and deaths of hundreds of miners.
Hearing this, the burly disciple suddenly felt a chill in his heart.
Jiaolong Cave is a spiritual cave of Yanlong Sect. There is a stone dragon made of natural stone veins. This stone dragon will produce a special "scale" on its body, which is used for refining weapons. Excellent materials.
However, harvesting scales from stone dragons is extremely risky, with a narrow chance of death.
The stone dragon will eat people if it hurts!
But if a monk with too high a level of cultivation enters, the stone dragon will escape into the earth's veins and never disappear again. Therefore, for many years, the Yanlong Sect has been cautious and tried their best to capture loose cultivators into the cave before harvesting them. To a little bit.
The risk in Jiaolong Cave is greater than that of Demon Star Grotto. He has already determined in his heart that these miners will not survive long.
However, as the sect grows and the spiritual mines are harvested, the resources of disciples like him will increase accordingly, and their practice will be able to progress further.
After thinking this, he stopped saying anything, bowed his hands, and headed towards the mine with his junior brothers and sisters.
On this trip, he followed his uncle's instructions and brought along disciples who were all loyal and tenacious.
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"Yanlong Sect, are you the senior brother of Yanlong Sect?"
"I am a disciple of the Qingmu Sect. A few years ago, I visited the Yanlong Sect with my master. It seems that I have a relationship with my senior brother?"
"The one above is the Fire Dragon Master of the Yanlong Sect. Uncle? Master, can you let us go?" The miners below were unaware of the conversation between the two of them.
Some bold and naive ones bravely walked out and shouted loudly.
What greeted them was just indifferent faces.
The disciples of the Yanlong Sect, holding red lanterns, quickly found the locations of the miners in search of human energy and blood, and then with a wave of magic power, they knocked out the miners of the Qingmu Sect and carried them to the dharma boat.
“What are you going to do?”
“Yanlong Sect is also a subordinate sect of Tiangong, what are you going to do?!”
“Aren’t you afraid of Tiangong’s inspections? Do you want to use it? "
As time passed, someone discovered something was wrong and yelled loudly, scolding the disciples of Yanlong Sect.
But the Yanlong Sect was ruthless and didn't listen at all. They knocked him unconscious and took him away, just like a pig or a dog.
Some people who have higher cultivation level and know the inside story quickly go to the mine and pray for the cover of the evil spirit to avoid the inspection of the "looking for people lantern" and avoid this disaster.
But everything is in vain.
The magic power cannot flow out and the magic seal cannot be activated. It is no different from ordinary people. How can it outrun the monks?
In just half a stick of incense, most of the hundreds of miners were arrested.
...
At this time, deep in the grotto, in the darkness, there was a pair of eyes, staring at the green token in front of them.
“Not even close, not even close!”
Gu Yuan could feel that in the token, there was a vast and awe-inspiring force that was about to move, like a cannonball about to be discharged. Hot and fast.
This power is extremely terrifying. In Gu Yuan's perception, it has far surpassed the strength of the master of the Qingmu Sect.
The leader of the Aoki Sect has strength in the late stage of foundation building.
But above the token, the gray mist was like a big net, imprisoning everything, making it difficult for this power to communicate with the aura of heaven and earth, and was locked tightly in the token.
It was like the fuse of a cannonball was stepped on midway.
But fortunately, this gray mist has become extremely fragile after the passage of time.
Only the last bit left before it breaks.
Gu Yuan listened to the movement above the cave, ignoring the severe pain in his five internal organs, and tried his best to activate the magic power in his body, activate the seal, and condensed a faint flame on his fingertips.
The flame was like a candle in the wind, so dim that it couldn't even dispel the darkness in the cave, and could only barely illuminate Gu Yuan's pale face.
Big beads of sweat fell from his forehead.
His face was as golden as paper, extremely pale, his whole body was shaking with pain, and his lips were trembling unconsciously.
The five internal organs were bleeding, the meridians were cut into pieces, and the bones in the wrist were broken. Unprecedented pain came like a tide. Gu Yuan felt that his nerves were about to collapse in the next moment.
His eyes had begun to become blurry, and his consciousness began to collapse.
“Pfft!”
Biting the tip of his tongue fiercely and licking the warm blood, Gu Yuan forced himself to gather his energy.
"It's too late. It seems that monks from Tianyuan Sect have already arrived and are ready to leave. Just kill the rest!"
At this moment, there was a sound coming from outside the grotto. The old man's cold voice, and then he waved his hand, and countless black magic lights suddenly appeared, like life-threatening arrows, shooting towards the cave.
His methods are actually very similar to those of the Insect Taoist of Mosha Sect.
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"Ah!"
In the darkness, screams kept coming.
“Whoosh!”
One after another, the magic light moved very fast towards the depths of the cave.
Gu Yuan has already felt the fluctuations of spiritual energy and the whistling sound of magic light cutting through the air.
The black magic light came straight to his eyebrows.
The distance is only an inch.
Death is close at hand.
But at this moment, he held up his trembling right hand and held up the weak firelight, and finally touched the black mist net.
In the dark years, the gray mist that had lasted for countless years finally broke.
The flame on the pale fingertips seemed to light the fuse of the cannonball again.
“Boom!”
Terrible power surged out like a tide, shining in all directions.
(End of this chapter)