Chapter 256 The War of Formation (for subscription)
"Friend Zhan, walk slowly..."
Fang Xi watched Zhan Tu leave.
Although he expressed his reluctance to give up on the 'Zongdi Jinguang Baofu', this person did not let go in the end.
"That's right, be cautious enough, so that you can go far in the world of cultivating immortals..."
He gave Zhantu a score lightly.
As for this person's roots, I have also touched a little bit: "If you lose your horse, you will know that it is not a blessing; if you gain a horse, you will know that it is not a disaster..."
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Tai Shuhong succeeded in building the foundation by himself, which is naturally breaking news for many monks in Longyu Island.
The monks of the last three families were all smiling, while the members of the Zhong family were silent, and they were slandering for some reason.
Seeing that the battle for the successor of Longyu Island is about to surface, Fang Xi watched the excitement and did not mind the trouble, and the earth came out to add fuel to the fire, announcing that the "black wind evil spirit" produced more than ten years later would be held once again. The Treasure Hunting Conference' determines the ownership, as long as the Qi Refining monks who have lived in Longyu Island for ten years can participate.
As a result, almost the entire Wandao Lake became a sensation, and a large number of qi refining masters gathered on Longyu Island, all gearing up to win the Treasure Hunting Conference and win the foundation-building spirit!
Taking advantage of this golden opportunity, Fang Xi raised the rental price of Longyu Island Dongfu by several percent in one go, as if he had earned two or three foundation-building spiritual objects...
In this way, it is really not a loss at all.
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Five years flew by.
During this period, several battles broke out between Cyanwood Sect and Xuantian Sect, and monks on both sides suffered heavy casualties.
He didn't even pretend to show the picture anymore. In a transaction, he directly took out a copy of his experience in forming alchemy in private, and exchanged it for a 'Zongdi Jinguang Bao Talisman' to Fang Xi!
It can be seen that this person's situation must have encountered life-and-death crises several times, otherwise it would never have been like this.
According to what the other party said, the ancestor of the Qingmu Sect's Dandan "Qing Laogui" secretly left the monk barracks outside Bai Zexian City for a while, sneaked into the Yue Kingdom, and specifically picked out the high-ranking monks of the Xuantian Sect.
It made everyone in Xuantianzong feel in danger.
After Patriarch Zhang knew about it, he had to fight every day with the young and old ghosts. Although he was at a disadvantage every time, he could at least hold the young and old ghosts back.
It's just... As time passed bit by bit, the third-tier protective formation of Bai Ze Xiancheng gradually became dilapidated after all.
Historically, the worst strategy for attacking formations is to siege for many years, consume the qi and spiritual power of the earth veins, reduce the power of the formations, and then look for opportunities to break them!
The war between the two sides has been going on for nearly ten years, and the third-order spiritual veins inside Bai Ze Xiancheng are somewhat unable to make ends meet. Recently, they can only fill the gap with a large number of spiritual stones.
The damaged qi of the earth veins can't make up for it no matter what.
With the gradual destruction of the Tier 3 formation, the battle of the Cyanwood Sect to invade the Yue Kingdom has finally come to an end...
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Baize Fairy City!
"Attack!"
Accompanied by loud roars, dozens of monks outside the city phalanx recited mantras in unison, and their mana gathered in one place.
In the void, a large amount of wood-attribute spiritual power gathered and turned into thick logs tens of feet long, smashing **** the city wall of Baize Immortal City.
After another round of impact, the light curtain that originally enveloped Bai Ze Xiancheng became precarious.
"In the last round, the boundless fallen trees exploded!"
From the monk camp, an old man wearing a green robe flew out. His face was extremely ordinary, but there was an incomparably frightening fluctuation of mana coming from his body.
Thick logs kept hitting the third-order formation of Bai Ze Xiancheng.
Finally, the mask guarding the entire city let out a mournful cry, and finally shattered inch by inch.
After years of grinding and besieging...
The third-order large formation... was broken!
The old green ghost turned into a beam of light, standing on the top of Baize Immortal City, his voice spread throughout the entire Immortal City: "Zhang Zhusheng... come out!"
Thorn it!
In a flash of lightning, Zhang Zhusheng in a purple spiritual robe appeared in midair, facing the old ghost from afar.
"Today's game, after all, I, the Aoki Sect, won..."
Ghost Qing stroked his beard contentedly: "Fellow Daoist, why should you resist?"
"Where the sect is, we have to fight!"
Zhang Zhusheng's eyes turned purple, with thunder flashing in them: "Young old ghost... Do you think that you can easily take down this old man if you break through to the middle stage of alchemy?"
"The previous few fights were just because you had a third-tier large formation as the rear, and it would be inconvenient to escape back to the large formation if you encountered difficulties. The old man wants to see, what do you have to rely on now?"
The old green ghost chuckled, and an ordinary short wooden stick appeared in his hand.
Seeing this, Zhang Zhusheng's face immediately became extremely solemn.
That seemingly ordinary wooden stick is the natal magic weapon of the young old ghost. It has been cultivated by him for many years with the golden core and true essence, and its power is extremely powerful. It has made him suffer several times before.
"drink!"
In the surrounding void, purple lightning is faintly generated, and sparks are constantly ejected outward.
"Purple Thunder Armor? It's a pity that although this magic weapon ranks at the top level, it has been trained too short by the golden core and true essence... Although the magic weapons of my generation of monks are divided into grades, their power depends on the cultivation in the end. The length of the years..."
The old green ghost chuckled and threw out the short wooden stick.
The wooden stick erupted with astonishing aura in mid-air, and cyan runes appeared one after another on it, flickering continuously.
Continued...one turns into two, two turns into four, four turns into eight, eight turns into sixteen...
In the blink of an eye, blue shadows of short sticks were all over the nearby void.
"Go!"
As soon as the old green ghost pointed at Zhang Zhusheng, countless green shadows kept smashing towards Old Ancestor Zhang with terrifying force.
Boom!
Zhang Zhusheng made a tactic with both hands, and thick purple thunderbolts continuously erupted from the thunder armor, sweeping away the phantoms of short sticks, but there were too many, forcing the purple thunderbolts to retreat continuously.
"Little Zhang, the Jiang old ghost of your family has never taught you that the magic weapon is tied to the power of the alchemy cultivator. Is it better to choose the attacking type?"
Seeing this scene, Old Ghost Qing smiled, "Even if the defense is extremely strong, what's the use of turning yourself into a turtle?"
Chirp!
At this moment, from the green shadow of the wooden stick, a group of red and yellow flames burst out suddenly.
An extremely dazzling ring turned around, and a large number of Nanming Suzaku flames emerged from it, faintly forming the image of a magnificent bird with flaming wings, and with a single pounce, it fell into countless short sticks .
The blue shadows all over the sky were closed, and the body of the short staff magic weapon appeared.
The phantom of the Suzaku was not afraid at all, and directly pounced on it.
Fire overcomes wood!
"Suzaku ring? You actually refined this treasure..."
The old ghost's face turned green, as if recalling some unbearable past events.
"Thanks to the great love of Ancestor Jiang, he gave me a magic weapon. I naturally know that magic weapons usually choose attacking weapons...but since I have the Suzaku ring, I naturally have to sacrifice a defensive magic weapon!"
Zhang Zhusheng's mana surged and poured into Suzaku's ring.
Although this ring is the natal magic weapon of other monks, and he has refined the talisman, which has lost a lot of power, but in his hands, it is still extremely sharp.
Even though the previous fights were extremely dangerous, Patriarch Zhang didn't release this ring, just to catch people by surprise!
"Nanming Suzaku, burn the sky, go!"
Zhang Zhusheng pointed at the old ghost, Suzaku turned around the magic weapon, the huge fire bird Suzaku's supernatural power exploded, and even wrapped the old ghost in it, as if wanting to burn him to death with real fire!
"Hmph, do you think you're old ghost Jiang?"
The blue light on the old ghost's face flickered, and he opened his mouth to spit out. In the flash of blue light, a blue bead-shaped magic weapon emerged.
A monk of alchemy can sacrifice at most one or two natal magic weapons, but there is no problem in using other third-order magic weapons, but the power will be reduced.
"This 'Ice Sea Pearl' was specially found by the old man to deal with Old Ghost Jiang. Now that Old Ghost Jiang is dead, you are out of luck!"
Bringing the blue bead around, streams of azure water were formed out of thin air, carrying a biting chill, which even managed to resist Nanming Suzaku Huo.
Taking advantage of this golden opportunity, the mana of the young and old ghost in the mid-stage of alchemy poured into the short wooden stick frantically, and hit Ancestor Zhang with one stick.
A secretive look flashed across Zhang Zhusheng's face, but he didn't dodge or evade. His hands were covered with thunder armor, and he grabbed the body of the short wooden stick magic weapon, and roared: "Don't do it yet?!"
"Um?!"
The ghost of the young and old ghost was dying, and when he felt that something was wrong, a dragon chant suddenly sounded in his ear!
Bear!
Fire dragons soared into the sky, their momentum was astonishing, with terrifying spiritual power of alchemy series, they bombarded heavily on the water curtain of the 'Ice Sea Pearl'.
Ho Ho!
Amidst the sound of the dragon chant, the water curtain shattered, and the fire dragon and Suzaku jumped on the old ghost one after the other.
Boom!
A glaring huge fireball erupted from mid-air. Even though the astonishing power has been weakened layer by layer, it easily swept across the Baize Immortal City below, cutting off most of the buildings by one layer!
"You Boy, it's you!?"
In a flash of blue light, the figure of the young and old ghost emerged on the top of a giant tree on the ground, but his beard and hair were scorched black, his clothes were burned to tatters, and he looked seriously injured.
The person stared at by his suspicious eyes was extremely young. It was a purple-robed monk with sword eyebrows and star eyes. There were nine fire dragons circling around him, exuding scorching fire power.
This person's name is 'You Kun', and he is the current Supreme Elder of Yiling Valley!
I don’t know why Yiling Valley, who has always been neutral, will get involved in this matter.
"Haha... Naturally, Yiling Valley has already secretly formed an alliance with Xuantianzong. Today, the two of us join forces and will definitely kill you here."
In order to hold back the young and old ghost, Zhang Zhusheng took a blow from his natal magic weapon, half of his thunder armor was shattered, blood was bleeding from the corner of his mouth, but his expression was extremely happy.
It seems that the humiliation of these years has finally been revenged!
Hearing this sentence, Qing Laogui's expression was very strange: "Yilinggu... you are not... bad!"
As soon as the voice fell, a sword light appeared in the void. It wandered erratically, without shadow or form. Just a slash, it exploded with astonishing power and chopped off Zhang Zhusheng's head!
(end of this chapter)