Chapter 625: Nine Dragons (Please Subscribe)
Chapter 625: Nine Dragons (Please Subscribe)
The clouds dispersed, and the rain ceased.
Fang Xi gazed at Zuo Xiaoxuan, who had removed her mask, her skin as clear as crystal. He couldn't help but smile in satisfaction: "Excellent. . . you've finally reached Nascent Soul."
"I must also thank Peak Master for your guidance!"
Zuo Xiaoxuan bowed gracefully, her face brimming with smiles.
Yet, Fang Xi saw hatred in her eyes!
Naturally, not hatred for him, but for 'Meng Zhuzi'!
This was a minor headache for him. Meng Zhuzi, having joined the Wang Family, was diligently serving as a guest elder, essentially a good dog.
Killing him like this would truly be a pity, as it was merely an internal struggle!
After all, the Xuanming Abyss was at least tens of millions of miles away from the Myriad Dragon Mountain; no matter how much tribulation transcending or battle occurred there. . . it would have little impact on this side.
Just then, a clear chime suddenly rang out from a storage pouch beside Fang Xi.
His expression shifted, and he took out a jade-colored sheet of paper from it.
This was a special magical treasure given to him by Qin Longzi, named the 'Wuji Yushu'. It was said that every Soul Transformation force under the Dragon Taming Sect possessed one such treasure.
This 'Wuji Yushu' was extremely difficult to refine, could only receive messages one-way, and would be rendered useless after a single use, serving as the Dragon Taming Sect's method for emergency contact with its subordinates.
The current rumble clearly indicated that something major had occurred!
A black light flickered in his eyes, and with an open mouth, a burst of dark demonic qi sprayed onto the jade scroll.
With a flash of light!
The jade-colored paper immediately flew into the air, buzzing, and actually absorbed all the demonic qi.
Subsequently, streaks of blood-red marks appeared on the jade scroll, forming continuous Earthly Immortal World characters.
"Wanted. . . all cultivators of the Ink Gate and Venerable Hei Miao of the Black Water Sect? A heavy reward for capture or elimination?"
"Why does this feel so rushed, like a desperate act?"
Fang Xi stroked his chin, falling into contemplation.
...
A short while earlier.
Myriad Dragon Ridge, Dragon Head Mountain.
Under the Hunyuan Heavenly Luo Umbrella, it was not Jiulong Zunzhe, the Sect Master of the Dragon Taming Sect, as the Ink Gate cultivators had guessed.
But a purple flood dragon!
This flood dragon was over two thousand zhang long, its entire body covered in fine, jade-like purple scales. Its dragon horns forked at the top of its head, and two long white whiskers hung from its dragon's maw. Along its back ran a black pattern.
It was precisely the Dragon Taming Sect's greatest hidden foundation, the Return to Void early-stage flood dragon!
From its appearance, it already bore a striking resemblance to a true dragon; its pale whiskers further indicated its entry into old age, and the black line on its back was even more extraordinary, signifying that its true form was that of a poisonous flood dragon!
At this moment, its dragon maw opened and closed, actually emitting the aged voice of a human: "Hei Miao, and the Ink Gate. . . since you've come today, all of you shall stay!"
It let out a piercing dragon roar.
From the void, the spiritual energy of heaven and earth surged forth, transforming into countless colossal blades that fell upon the Ink Gate Organ City.
The runic chains were severed one by one, and countless cracks appeared on the surface of the towering colossal mech-puppets, some even shattering directly!
An invisible, immense force seemed to materialize between heaven and earth, pressing down on the Organ City, slowly forcing it downwards!
"Return to Void. . . mid-stage!"
Mo Yinjiao's face showed a bitter smile as he swiftly transmitted a message: "That wasn't Jiulong Zunzhe's great heavenly tribulation just now, but this flood dragon undergoing its minor heavenly tribulation! Daoist Friend Hei Miao, can your planned countermeasures still be used at this moment?"
Minor heavenly tribulations, like great heavenly tribulations, were both comprised of pure golden lightning.
But their duration was much shorter than that of a great heavenly tribulation.
Originally, according to their estimations, if it had been a great heavenly tribulation, they would have had plenty of time.
But now it was a minor heavenly tribulation, with a shorter duration than a great one. This Return to Void flood dragon had actually already passed its tribulation, and now possessed genuine mid-stage Return to Void cultivation!
This left the Ink Gate group in a predicament.
Venerable Hei Miao's eyes, for a moment, even appeared somewhat bewildered, his Dao Heart seemingly quite affected.
Fortunately, he quickly recovered, transforming into a streak of black light without hesitation and shooting backwards, while a broken umbrella surface appeared in his hand.
Buzz!
In mid-air, the 'Hunyuan Heavenly Luo Umbrella' instantly reverted to its normal size, its surface flashing with spiritual light, as if it intended to transform into a streak of green light and shoot towards him!
"Oh?"
The Return to Void flood dragon, observing this scene, uttered a sound of surprise and doubt: "So this treasure actually has an artifact spirit? No wonder this old man found it quite sluggish to refine. . . If you had pulled such a trick during the lightning tribulation, it would indeed have been extremely troublesome, what a pity. . . Heaven does not favor you."
It let out a sinister chuckle, opened its dragon maw, and spat out a purple beam of light as thick as a water vat.
The light beam landed on the 'Hunyuan Heavenly Luo Umbrella', completely enveloping it. The Heavenly Luo Umbrella within gleamed with spiritual light, seemingly caught between two opposing forces, hesitating for a moment.
Even so, this Return to Void treasure was rendered useless, temporarily unable to function, and it also diverted a portion of the old dragon's attention!
Seeing this, Mo Yinjiao's face lit up with joy, and two round beads, one red and one blue, appeared in his hand, which he swiftly threw outwards.
Bang! Bang!
Two layers of red and blue mist emerged, from which appeared two puppets, each three zhang tall.
One of these puppets wore blue armor, while the other wore a set of crimson armor. Both armors were covered in dense patterns, gleaming brightly!
At this moment, both individually performed a hand seal, and azure and fiery-red light clusters appeared from the void, precisely the divine light of water and the divine light of fire!
These two puppets had unexpectedly reached the fifth-tier rank of Soul Transformation!
"Good. . . Puppet spirit infusion, in essence, is building miniature 'fifth-tier formations' on the puppets, injecting array spirits into the puppets to serve as cores, thereby gaining the power to manipulate the spiritual energy of heaven and earth. . . You are already a fifth-tier puppet master, I truly underestimated you at the previous auction."
A deep voice echoed, and suddenly a yellow-robed figure appeared in the void. His spiritual robe shimmered with light, intricately embroidered with nine lifelike flood dragons. His cultivation had astonishingly reached the perfected Soul Transformation realm, it was none other than Jiulong Zunzhe, the Sect Master of the Dragon Taming Sect!
Seeing the two fifth-tier puppets, a slightly grave expression appeared on his face, and a short staff materialized in his hand.
This short staff spun around, suddenly growing immensely in mid-air. Nine flood dragons coiled around the golden light pillar, and a terrifying spiritual pressure emanated from it.
"Go!"
Mo Yinjiao had no intention of engaging with the Dragon Taming Sect here and roared.
He had released the two fifth-tier puppets earlier not for battle, but to cover their retreat.
At this moment, the two fifth-tier puppets' spells were also ready. Each performed a hand seal, and two colossal red and blue runes in the void merged, forming an entirely new rune, which then exploded with a thunderous roar!
Poof!
A layer of red and blue intertwined mist suddenly enveloped an area spanning a thousand miles, suppressing even the divine consciousness of Soul Transformation cultivators, who could only perceive people and objects within a few dozen miles.
"Hmm?"
Jiulong Zunzhe's expression changed as he felt a mighty force surging from the void.
Without a thought, he hammered his chest, and a layer of purple scales appeared on his body.
Thump!
Almost at the instant the scales appeared, a layer of golden light barrier around him shattered instantly, and the blue-armored puppet appeared before him, expressionlessly throwing a punch!
This punch landed squarely on Jiulong Zunzhe's chest. His face flushed, and his figure instantly retreated a hundred zhang.
Gazing at the shallow fist print on his purple scale armor, a sinister glint suddenly flashed in Jiulong Zunzhe's eyes.
Roar! Roar!
As he retreated, the 'Nine Dragon Pillar' in the sky flashed wildly with light, and flood dragons descended, swooping downwards one by one.
However, the blue-armored puppet actually merged directly into the mist, its figure swiftly vanishing.
Suddenly, a tremendous roar echoed in mid-air.
A colossal red lotus slowly blossomed, countless divine fire-element lights splattering, actually engulfing even the Nine Dragon Pillar within it.
Thump, thump!
The sound of fists striking heavy objects emanated, and the red-armored puppet, with a flicker of its figure, appeared beside the Numinous Treasure, the Nine Dragon Pillar. A layer of crimson light swirled around its fists as it continuously threw punches, seemingly possessing boundless strength and able to physically withstand a Numinous Treasure. . .
Seizing this opportune moment, Venerable Hei Miao had already fled back onto the Organ City, his face filled with trepidation as he gazed at the 'Hunyuan Heavenly Luo Umbrella' in mid-air.
"Hmph!"
The old Return to Void dragon let out a cold snort, and another purple beam of light descended.
This time, even with the assistance of the array spirit, the 'Hunyuan Heavenly Luo Umbrella' was still retrieved by the old dragon.
Clutching the Heavenly Luo Umbrella, purple chains instantly bound it, and it was tossed into the depths of a ten-thousand-zhang lake to be suppressed!
The artifact spirit of this treasure was with someone else, so it was clearly unusable in this battle.
Prior to this, the old Return to Void dragon had been suppressing the Organ City and contending with the artifact spirit for ownership of the Return to Void treasure. Only now had it finally managed to free up some of its power.
It looked at the large expanse of red and blue mist, a cold smile appearing on its face, and suddenly opened its dragon maw.
Twisting tornadoes emerged, sweeping up the boundless blue and red mist and funneling it into the flood dragon's mouth.
In an instant, most of the nearby mist was cleared, revealing the Ink Gate's Soul Transformation cultivators.
A cold light flashed in the old Return to Void dragon's eyes, and its right claw ruthlessly swiped out.
"Ah!"
A scream echoed in mid-air. Mo Yinjiao's divine sense swept out, and he saw Mo Yinling caught by a purple, dragon-claw-like treasure. This dragon claw was exceptionally sharp, and with a flash of purple light, it directly tore through Mo Yinling's protective spiritual light and a crimson shield, chopping her into several pieces. Not even her Nascent Soul escaped. . .
This Return to Void old dragon had actually annihilated a Soul Transformation cultivator with just a single strike!
"Yinling? !"
Mo Yinjiao roared, a ruthless glint flashing across his face. A shimmering silver pill appeared in his hand, which he swallowed in one gulp.
His entire body suddenly erupted in silver light, and silver scales emerged one by one from his face and hands. His eyes gradually became veined with blood.
And Mo Yinjiao's cultivation fluctuations, originally at perfected Soul Transformation, actually showed a faint trend of continuously rising.
"Heavenly Demon Transformation Pill? !"
The old Return to Void dragon remained unfazed, its dragon head appearing somewhat playful: "It seems you are a demon cultivator! Or perhaps a half-demon who refined the essence blood of the demon race. . . What a pity that this 'Heavenly Demon Transformation Pill' exchanges lifespan for temporary magical power. . . Your qi and blood are already in decline, how much longer can you sustain this?"
Mo Yinjiao's lips thinned, and a fierce expression appeared on his face, which was now covered in silver scales. A silver wheel suddenly appeared in his right hand.
The surface of the silver wheel was densely inscribed with various runes, and it suddenly burst forth with light, like a silver moon, cutting towards the Return to Void flood dragon. . .
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