Chapter One Hundred and Thirty The Death of the Black Flood Dragon
By this time, four high-level monks from Zihuai Mountain had already arrived.
Even the Zifu monks stationed at Jiaohefang and Tuoshanfang were dispatched one after another to monitor other high-level monsters in the vicinity tens of thousands of miles away from Shuangjiao Mountain, lest they come to cause trouble and disturb Qingxuanzong's attack on Shuangjiao.
The siege of the mountains.
In order to capture Shuangjiao Mountain, almost everyone in the Qingxuan Sect, except for the high-level monks guarding the mountain gate, was mobilized. Even Patriarch Jin came to the wilderness to watch the nearest fifth-level monster, the Sky-Swallowing Toad, in order to avoid
It suddenly ran out and hunted down the lone Zifu monk.
With four Zifu monks taking action, as well as a master from the Zifu period like Ancestor Liang, they were enough to defeat the three high-level dragons in Shuangjiao Mountain.
The four of them exerted their strength, and soon three high-level dragons were scurrying around in the sky.
Zhang Zhixuan and others had just breathed a sigh of relief. He was about to recover his tense nerves when he suddenly noticed a rushing sound in the distance.
Dust was flying high, and he took a closer look and found that the low-level monsters from Shuangjiao Mountain had finally caught up.
The number of this army of monster beasts is already very large. Although it is far less than the chaos of monster beasts going south every hundred years, its momentum is already very spectacular.
With Zhou Xiangxian's help, Wu Sixeng's pressure eased a lot. He stepped back several hundred feet, intending to take some time off.
When you see a large group of monsters coming, you immediately shout to the foundation-building monks below.
"Foundation-building monks from each family, hurry up and organize your manpower to intercept this monster beast separately. Don't let them interfere with us."
After hearing Wu Sheng's order, everyone dropped their flying swords and looked for their own clansmen.
There had just been a fierce battle between the Zifu period monks and the dragon, and the aftermath of the magic power had already affected the Qi-training monks below. Many Qi-training monks were affected by the aftermath of the high-level monks' fighting, causing more than a dozen deaths and injuries.
In order to avoid the melee above and avoid harming Chiyu, the Qi-training monks below had run far away, and some even disrupted the organization and became a mess.
Fortunately, because of the care of Patriarch Wu, the Taicheng County team was on the edge of Zihuai Mountain and the area affected was not large. Zhang Zhixuan came down to take stock and found that only two people were injured by the rockslide, and their lives were not in danger for the time being.
Zhang Zhixuan took out two second-level elixirs for treating trauma from the storage bag and gave them to the two of them. Other members of the family also helped, stitching up their wounds and stopping the bleeding.
"Okay, don't be afraid, everyone, there are already four ancestors of Zifu in the sky, they will definitely kill the dragon.
Our mission is to kill the low-level monsters on the ground and prevent them from causing trouble.
We have fifty men and a third-level formation to rely on. Including me as a foundation-building monk, we will definitely be able to hunt down many monsters and return home safely.
If we hunt monsters, we can get trophies, and our trip to the Southern Wilderness is not in vain." Seeing that everyone was in low spirits and with frightened faces, Zhang Zhixuan could only cheer them up first to prevent them from panicking and dying in vain.
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The monks Zhang Zhixuan brought from Taicheng County were enough for fifty people. Among these fifty monks, there were twenty-three who were in the late stage of Qi training, and three who were in the ninth level of Qi training.
Each of these twenty-three late-stage qi-training monks held a formation flag in their hands and formed a dungeon-turned-gold formation, turning the soft soil into hard refined iron.
Zhang Zhixuan was no stranger to this formation. They had used this formation many years ago in the Southern Wilderness to trap the third-order monster Firehorn Ox.
Moreover, there were only four of them at that time, and their power in the formation was far less than it is today. Although there is no third-level formation mage to control the formation, today they have a large number of people, even if Zhang Zhixuan, the foundation-building monk, is not counted, the power of the formation is
It also exceeded that of the past year.
The low-level monsters didn't have much wisdom. When they saw the human monks, they only had the thought of preying and hunting in their minds, and they recklessly stepped into the range of the formation.
On the front of more than ten miles, these monsters swarmed into the vicinity of Zihuai Mountain like crazy.
At the same time, other families on the endless Zihuai Mountain that had not fought against the monsters, under the leadership of the foundation-building monks, formed formations one after another, walked out of Zihuai Mountain, and attacked the group of monsters from both sides.
Surrounded and ready to help the siege.
Their foundation-building monks also used flying swords to stop a third-level monster, preventing them from breaking through the frontal defense line of Zihuai Mountain and causing huge losses.
A burst of shrill screams came from the sky. Zhang Zhixuan looked up and saw a large rain of blood falling down. The head of a black dragon had been cut off by the female cultivator of the Purple Mansion.
This black dragon struggled with more than thirty foundation-building monks for a long time at first, and then Patriarch Liang took the opportunity to sneak attack and cut off its tail.
It was already seriously injured, but when it encountered You Nianwei, who had unparalleled skills and sophisticated magical weapons, it was no match at all. After a few rounds, You Nianwei took advantage of it, took away its true fire, and slashed it down with a single sword.
Got the dragon's head.
The last time we were in Cold Dragon Pond, those casual cultivators suffered heavy casualties because they were fighting for the essence and blood of the dragon, and the inner elixir released by the green dragon to immobilize their souls caused heavy casualties. Zhang Zhixuan still remembers this experience and lesson firmly in his heart.
Finding that the monks under his command were about to make a move, Zhang Zhixuan's face changed and he shouted sternly: "Whoever dares to leave the formation and disrupt the formation will be killed on the spot."
An elderly monk of Meng's generation may consider himself Zhang Zhixuan's elder and want to sneak out of the formation to collect some dragon essence and blood.
After all, the fourth-level dragon essence and blood are very valuable. For monks like them in the Qi training period, just one small bottle can be exchanged for one hundred spirit stones, which is already a huge amount of resources.
Seeing that this person was so ignorant and dared to violate orders despite his repeated orders, Zhang Zhixuan shouted: "Uncle Fourteen, you violated orders, so don't blame my nephew for sacrificing the flag with your head."
The golden sword in his hand flashed, and a golden sword flew out from Zhang Zhixuan's sleeve. The golden sword turned into a spiritual light, and with a slight turn on the head of the fourteenth uncle Zhang Mengchen, he cut off his head.
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The flying sword passed through a space of tens of feet and brought Zhang Mengchen's head to Zhang Zhixuan. Zhang Zhixuan threw the head of his fourteenth uncle with a look of horror on his face into the middle of the formation and shouted sternly: "Who dares to move, this is an example."
Zhang Zhixuan did not have much contact with his fourteenth uncle, and his spiritual roots were not good. Because of his age, he had a good relationship with Zhang Zhixuan's father Zhang Mengzhen.
When Zhang Zhixuan lost his parents when he was young, he often visited Zhang Zhixuan.
But compared with Zhang Zhixuan, who is full of genius at both young and old ages, they are undoubtedly monks from two worlds.
After discovering that Zhang Zhixuan could take care of himself and gradually revealed his talent for cultivation, this uncle who often came to the house when he was a boy gradually faded out of Zhang Zhixuan's sight.
Even after Zhang Zhixuan established his foundation, he still had relatively little contact with his fourteenth uncle.
In normal times, Zhang Zhixuan would not use such drastic measures, but he clearly knows how difficult Qingjiao is.
If Uncle Fourteen is left alone and left alone, everyone in their formation will follow suit one by one, and the formation will be messed up immediately, and then not only one person will be killed or injured.
Zhang Zhixuan had already seen this tragic situation once in Hanjiaotan.
If the Black Mountain casual cultivators had not been dazzled by profit and disrupted the formation, the losses that year would not have been so heavy.
How is it better for a family to cry than for every family to cry?
If we fail to make a prompt decision, our clan members will suffer heavy losses from becoming vassals. When the time comes to return to Lushan, it will be a situation where every family has to pay filial piety.
Seeing that Zhang Zhixuan even killed his own elders without hesitation, the remaining monks who had any unusual movements immediately became silent and did not dare to move out of the formation.
Even the nineteenth uncle, Zhang Mengling, seemed to be meeting Zhang Zhixuan for the first time, looking at him with a bit of fear.