The old dragon suffered greatly.
The strength of these three golden elixir masters is extraordinary.
It seemed that they were not as good as the great sect geniuses he had seen in the Eastern Wilderness Realm. Those who were released were all cornerstones of first-rate sects. Such cultivation was already rare, and there were only three of them at once.
If his cultivation hadn't been at the level of Nascent Soul, he might have been defeated long ago.
Especially since there is a complete and prosperous Nascent Soul Lord staring at him with eager eyes, which makes it impossible for him to even exert his true meaning and magical power. Otherwise, facing only these three golden elixir masters, he still has a chance to use his escape technique to leave.
The ripples were brushed away by the Essence Chariot as soon as they appeared, and did not affect the hundreds of foundation-building monks behind them. The monks from the Wanfa Sect behind them concentrated on the fight, for fear of missing any important details.
It is not uncommon for three Jindan masters to beat up one person. When they return to the sect, they can also be used as talking points to brag to their brothers and sisters.
What is more important is to feel the master's actions and observe the operation of the golden elixir monks' magic power. Maybe some of them will have the opportunity to understand it, and then have a better chance of winning when the golden elixir turns to calamity in the future.
"Is this monk really the True Lord of Nascent Soul?"
The foundation-building cultivators in the formation frowned and discussed with the fellow disciples beside them. This method did not seem to be as powerful as the rumors, and the three division commanders did not use their full strength.
"Since Master said it is, then it must be."
While speaking, they glanced at the dragon chariot, their eyes full of reverence. The master in the chariot was the real Nascent Soul Lord, and they had seen the master from a distance in important ceremonies.
Another foundation-building monk in the fake elixir realm lowered his voice: "The aura is at most a golden elixir, and it should be the method of seizing the body. Our three elders are all masters, so it doesn't look like it, which is normal."
"I heard that we have to wait for the youngest uncle."
"Uncle Tushan's strength... tsk tsk."
The foundation-building monk who interrupted had a look of admiration on his face. Their young uncle was truly a legend. He was protected by three golden elixir demon cultivators when he started.
After ten years of kung fu elixir formation, he successfully ranked among the top five of the thirty-six peaks. One or two elders in the late stage of the elixir were willing to give up their rankings.
While everyone was talking, there was a roar in the sky.
It's like thousands of thunders exploding into the sky.
The purple escaping light turned into a rainbow and dispersed the clouds in all directions.
As the thunder gathered, a figure wearing a purple robe appeared in front of everyone.
Thunder surrounds.
His scarlet red hair is spread casually, his face is pure and cold, his eyebrows are like mountains and rivers, and his horizontal folds make the mountains and rivers look picturesque. He is truly a powerful Golden elixir master with a beautiful face and a strong aura.
"Uncle Master is mighty."
"Uncle Master's power!"
The numerous foundation-building monks arrayed behind them shouted loudly, as if they were stunned by the mountain.
It has to be said that Brother Lei Lingen's escape from light is indeed quite unusual.
Thousands of thunderbolts followed me as I hurried on my way.
The Jindan monk who was fighting with the old dragon smiled and said: "This is not coming."
"Junior sister, come quickly!"
Tushan Jinghong, who had just arrived using the divine thunderbolt, frowned. This was not as urgent as the senior brother said. How could he be so anxious while transmitting the message?
Isn't it just to beat up a late-stage Jindan monk who looks weird?
Tushan Jinghong's eyes lit up, this was not like the late stage of Jindan.
However, she didn't say much. She bowed her hands towards the dragon chariot and said, "Uncle, this disciple is late."
The voice of the Nascent Soul Master in the chariot suddenly became a little more kind: "It's okay, I don't know what kind of method this old dragon used to seize the golden elixir monk. It's still quite difficult to deal with. Jinghong, please be careful.
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"Thank you, uncle, for reminding me." Tu Shan Jinghong thanked him and turned his gaze to look at Lao Long.
Old Long's heart couldn't help but tremble.
Here comes another Leifa monk, whose aura is solid and does not look like a young man.
Without a magic weapon by his side, his strength is extremely limited.
Speaking of magic weapon, Old Long immediately looked at the black seal with cracks behind him that was shrouded in aura light beams. If he could get this magic weapon and then kidnap the female doll who appeared with lightning escape, there might be a glimmer of hope for him.
Thinking of this, the old dragon turned back and rushed in front of the light pillar in an instant, stretching out his palm to touch the black seal.
The three golden elixir masters of Wanfa Sect joined forces to force Lao Long back.
Tushan Jinghong frowned when he saw the black seal.
Why did she feel that that thing looked so familiar? She just couldn't remember where she had seen it.
The golden elixir monk's memory quickly caused her to fall into memories, searching for memories about that magic weapon.
The old dragon roared angrily, and his palms turned into dragon claws to grab the magic weapon.
At this moment, the red light turned into a blade and passed in front of him. He struck out with a palm and hit the old dragon's chest hard. With a bang, some collapse and cracks appeared in the old dragon's chest.
The huge force also shook the old dragon far away, and he fell into the siege of the three Wanfa Sect Jindan monks again.
A slightly pale hand stretched out from the red light, grasped the seal tightly, turned his palm over, and the seal turned into a black light and flew into the man's forehead.
The huge accident and the use of the magic weapon made Tu Shan come back to her senses. She stared at the person walking out of the red light pillar and whispered: "That thing, that thing is..."
The person who stepped out of the beam of light was wearing a red robe, his face was full of vicissitudes of life, and his pair of dim eyes were filled with exhaustion and endless sadness.
Coupled with his unshaven beard, he looked quite forlorn.
"careful!"
The monks in the dragon chariot reminded that their spiritual consciousness and coercive energy turned into a barrier, blocking the strong and substantial evil spirit emitted by the people in front of them, which also made the three golden elixir masters a little more nervous.
The person who reminded them was the ancestor of the sect, one of the few Nascent Soul Lords in the Xiaohuang Territory.
The ancestor did not speak when the old dragon came out just now.
No matter how disabled the old dragon is, he still has the foundation of Nascent Soul True Lord.
Could it be that the new monks are more powerful than the old dragons?
The man in the red robe turned his eyes from the dullness to look at the old dragon, and his tired eyes were fiercely occupied: "You are not the one who died, you know, I was just a little bit close, just a little bit close!"
"Monster Jing mistook me, and you old man mistook me too!" Tu Shanjun's face became a little more ferocious, and he roared in a low voice, like the roar of an evil ghost.
When did Tushanjun need his apprentice to sacrifice his life?
The last personal disciple was because he didn't have enough strength, so he injured his origin and died on the way to the Tao.
Chi Xuan was not favored by him at first, but after so many years, Chi Xuan respected him from the bottom of his heart and gave him his life to overcome the disaster.
He, Lord Tushan, clearly had a chance to save Chi Xuan, and his strength was sufficient, but he was still constrained, so that he missed the best opportunity. He could only watch helplessly as his apprentice who had no time to stop committed suicide and entered the soul flag.
Even if Chi Xuan died in the battle or in the breakthrough, although Tu Shanjun would feel regretful, he would not feel too sad.
Chi Xuan fulfilled him with his life.
What Tushanjun pursues is to kill people to pay for their lives, pay back debts, repay kindness when there is kindness, and take revenge when there is hatred.
The same goes for facing apprentices.
He doesn't like others paying so much for him, which makes him unable to accept everything with peace of mind.
A master should protect his apprentice, and a disciple should repay his kindness, but he should not use his young life!
"ah."
"Die!"
Tu Shanjun roared and activated his magic power at the same time. The soul flag in his palm turned into Zhang Xu, covering the old dragon and the golden elixirs of the three Wanfa Sect, and was about to launch the killing array of ghost kings from all directions.
"Buzz."
An aura barrier protected the three Jindan monks.
At the same time, the True Lord Nascent Soul who was sitting on the dragon chariot walked out. He grabbed the old dragon in his hand, killed it with one palm, pulled out the old dragon's Nascent Soul, and threw it into a place while the old dragon's Nascent Soul struggled in shock and pain.
Token.
Then he stared at the sky with a solemn expression, and then his eyes fell on the red-haired monk.
It's not that he is afraid of the red-robed monks, but that thunder tribulations are gathering in the sky, and they may not be completed in a moment or two. This majestic momentum is particularly similar to the thunder tribulation faced by the master of Jindan who has overcome the tribulation and achieved Nascent Soul.
Tu Shanjun, who had lost his goal, looked at the Nascent Soul Lord of Wanfa Sect and asked sternly: "What do you mean by handing over the Nascent Soul to the old man?"
Grandmaster Jindan of Wanfa Sect angrily retorted: "How dare you disrespect our sect ancestor."
Tu Shanjun didn't even turn his eyes, and sneered: "I don't care who you are, this old guy must die in my hands, I want both Nascent Soul and Yin Shen!"
"you……"
True Lord Yuanying of Wanfa Sect waved his hand to stop his golden elixir, and said instead: "Fellow Taoist, True Lord Jiao Cang Ao Xin disturbed the order of the immortal world. Maybe you have some grudge against him, but I, Wanfa Sect, must
Let him surrender."
"Wanfa Sect?"
"Wanfa Sect!"
Tu Shanjun seemed to have remembered something and yelled: "You are so powerful, why don't you go to Xiaodongtian to kill him? Why do you have to wait for him to come out."
"You go to Xiaodongtian and kill him, so that my apprentice will not die."
"Why didn't you send someone to Xiaodongtian?!"
Nascent Soul Lord was stunned for a moment, opened a golden token, clicked on a somewhat illusory-looking list, and said as if he was searching for something: "There are monks in our sect in the cave."
"The Taoist name is Chi Xuan, and his name is...Zhang Tianbao."
"What I practice is the Ten Thousand Dharma Fire Injection Sutra."
"Zhang Tianbao?!" Tu Shanjun repeated in shock.
Lord Nascent Soul's words were like a heavy hammer hitting Tu Shanjun's head hard, making him stagger two steps and open his mouth wide, but no sound came out, only a slight hoarse sound of holding his breath could be heard.
The great master who understood the true meaning at the peak of his golden elixir could not even speak out the words.
Wait until he can finally shout.
Tu Shanjun shouted: "Zhang Tianbao!"
"Zhang Tianbao is my apprentice."
"He is my apprentice."
"I am not a disciple of your Wanfa Sect, nor a disciple of your Wanfa Sect."
"He is my apprentice!!!"
With his angry hair scattered, Tushanjun looked up to the sky and screamed. At the same time, thunderclouds rolled in the sky, and majestic pressure gathered. After hearing the news, the creatures from all directions scattered, not daring to face the thunder tribulation. It was still such a terrifying thunder tribulation.
Tu Shanjun yelled: "You have the ability to kill me!"
With a wave of his palm, the Zunhun Banner fell into his hand and turned into a black barrier to protect him in the center.
It's time for him to pass the tribulation.
"That's my father's magic weapon!" A familiar, ethereal and deafening voice sounded in Tushanjun's ears, causing Tushanjun who was activating the magic weapon to look sideways.
This chapter has been completed!