Chapter 223 You are willing to worship me as a teacher
The young monk's pupils shrank suddenly, and he waved his hand and sprayed out a handful of black sand. The black sand filled the sky, causing countless intricate force fields to form among themselves, forming a network of dozens or hundreds of layers of lines.
The Three Yang Sword Qi flew down, and in an instant half of the thread network was broken. The young monk spurted out a mouthful of blood, and immediately pulled the two female cultivators back quickly. Unfortunately, they were caught up within a few feet.
"I am the Young Master of Pinglang Valley, do you dare to kill me?" the young monk shouted loudly.
"It's another one reporting backstage. It's a pity that I don't know your father!" Ning Chen sneered and stabbed the three flying swords regardless.
Seeing the flying sword approaching, the young monk laughed ferociously, waved his hand to block Hongying in front of him, and with a rush of energy in his body, he threw her towards the flying sword in Hongying's incredulous eyes. Hongying let out a miserable cry, and was covered with blood.
Three holes were pierced.
Ignoring the body of Hongying falling into the sea, the young monk took the opportunity to throw out a few more talismans, which turned into nine small shields surrounding him. Then he took out a drop of water from the magic bag. The water drop was sky blue and crystal clear. His left hand was flat.
He held it in front of him, and the water droplets were suspended half a foot away from his palm.
"You forced me!" The young monk looked fierce. With the help of the shield talisman to protect himself, the seals on his right hand changed continuously, and the water drop became more and more crystal clear, and the surface also exuded the vague and non-existent, ruo-break.
Continuous wisps of mist.
Ning Chen narrowed his eyes and felt a hint of threat from the drop of water.
Ning Chen now fights with monks of the same level, trying not to use talismans to hone his fighting skills. However, as a modern young man who is afraid of death, the premise of all this is of course that he feels safe.
After hearing the young monk reveal Pinglanggu's identity, Ning Chen knew that the other party had another trump card. He didn't know the specific function of this drop of water, and he didn't want to know either.
So Ning Chen used the talisman. Once he used the talisman, Ning Chen's principle was to kill the chicken with a bull's-eye and do it all at once. Facing the young monk who had already made himself feel threatened, the ten Daoxuan level low-grade military evil talismans turned into ten handles.
The giant ax slashed at the young monk crazily!
The nine small shields had no effect at all. They collapsed under the attack of the Bingsha Talisman and turned into streams of light scattered in all directions.
"No!" the young monk yelled crazily. He thought that three shield talismans were enough to support him in stimulating the power of water droplets. Who knew that the other party actually used ten Xuan-level talismans in an instant? This was simply cheating!
As the giant ax approached, Ziyan beside him suddenly exploded. First, she draped a light gauze on the young monk, then pushed him to one side with all her strength. She used her true energy to protect herself, and faced the soldiers.
Evil talisman.
Unfortunately, her cultivation was still far behind. Under the power of the Soldier Talisman, the space was stagnant and it was difficult to move. She didn't even push them five feet away, and the two of them were hit by the giant axe.
Ziyan was hit first, and her protective energy had no effect at all. Her body was instantly torn apart, and she was cut into several pieces and fell into the sea.
"No!" The young monk's true energy came back, and he spurted blood from his mouth. Before the water droplets in his hand could be thrown out, he was cut in half by a giant axe. Then several giant axes followed, and he was separated in his frightened eyes.
Several corpses followed in Ziyan's footsteps.
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The evil weapon talisman turned into a stream of spiritual energy and dispersed in all directions. The golden flying sword rolled up and delivered a magic bag and a drop of water to Ning Chen.
"My little friend, I advise you not to touch that drop of water. It's a bit dangerous." Ning Chen was about to reach out when a soft and mature voice suddenly sounded in his ears.
Ning Chen's figure suddenly stopped, his whole body stiffened, and cold sweat broke out instantly.
After practicing the "Three Pure Taoist Scriptures", Ning Chen has a natural temperament and his spiritual sense has always been something he is proud of. He can approach him without him even realizing it. The opponent is at least a master at the peak of the late stage of Ning Yuan!
At this time, the man was on the sea, looking around was boundless. He had no place to escape, but judging from this man's words, it seemed that there was no malicious intent?
Ning Chen stopped immediately and only used his flying sword to hold the water drop and the magic bag. He was in the boat and looked around, and soon found a female cultivator suspended in mid-air from behind.
The female cultivator has phoenix eyes and green eyebrows. She looks mature and beautiful, with an elegant and noble temperament. She is wearing a light blue palace dress, a gorgeous hairpin on her head, long sleeves fluttering, and a gauze ribbon several feet long surrounding her body. Look.
She looks like a fairy in heaven.
"Ning Chen, a casual cultivator, I have met my senior!" Ning Chen bowed and said respectfully.
"No gift, little friend." The female cultivator in palace attire said softly, "I passed by accidentally, but I watched a good show. Nangong Jun is also considered a person, but you killed him without any risk. My dear friend Jun
His swordsmanship and rich net worth."
"Senior has given you too much praise. If he were to activate this drop of water, we still don't know who will win or lose." Ning Chen said respectfully.
With a smile on her face, the nun in palace attire floated down in front of Ning Chen. She stretched out her hand and the water droplet on the flying sword came into her hand, "I am drinking cold tea from the Sea Swallowing Sect."
Ning Chen's eyes flashed. Fairy Hanming, the master of Mingyu Palace, the master of Tunyun City, one of the four deputy leaders of Tunhai Sect, and a top monk in the late Ningyuan period whose strength is definitely not inferior to that of Huang Ying.
She was originally the mistress of the Mingyu Palace, but fifty years ago she lost to the leader of the Tunhai Cult due to a gambling battle. She then joined the Tunhai Cult and became a deputy leader of the Tunhai Cult.
The Tunhai Religion governs four cities. It is called a sect, but it is more like a slightly tight sect alliance. The four deputy leaders in the sect each have their own power and inheritance, but they all belong to the Tunhai Religion.
The rules of the Tunhai Sect are loose, but they do not allow the various forces within the sect to fight. This ensures that even if they have any evil intentions, they will not be too internally conflicted and can deal with the outside world unanimously. At the same time, outsiders also do not agree with them because they are not a unified sect.
would take it too seriously.
This is also the reason why the leader of the Sea-Tunning Sect is only a late-stage monk of Yuan Dynasty, but he is able to develop his power to four cities and has become extremely popular in recent decades.
In Ning Chen's opinion, the behavior of Lord Tunhai is more in line with Earth's practice of mergers and acquisitions by large group companies. Everyone is a shareholder of the group, and he is the chairman. Everyone develops and makes money together.
However, it remains to be seen whether this model is applicable in Bilanzhou. At least all the major forces outside the Sea-Tunning Sect are in a wait-and-see state. After all, strength is paramount here. Today's Sea-Tonning Sect, no matter how powerful it develops, cannot compete with the Golden Elixir.
The monk's powerful magical power can turn clouds and rain, and move mountains and seas.
The power of one person can defeat a thousand armies. Holding together for warmth is what the weak do.
However, this is about the ancestor of the Golden Pill. Ning Chen, a monk who has not reached the Condensation Stage, is not qualified to comment on others, so at this time, he still bowed respectfully again, "I have seen Fairy Hanming!"
"No gift, little friend. This drop of water is a magic weapon given to Nangong Jun by the master of Pinglang Valley. It seals a thousand black water black sands and his full blow. Unless he uses the special seal technique of Pinglang Valley,
It cannot be stimulated, otherwise it will definitely backfire on itself.”
"Thank you, senior, for saving me." Ning Chen's eyes twitched, and he secretly said that he was lucky. It is said that the master of Pinglang Valley is in the middle stage of Ningyuan. With the full force of the black water black sand, even if he has invisible smoke to protect his body,
He probably suffered some injuries, no wonder it felt so dangerous.
"It doesn't matter, Nangong Zhongshan and I have a bit of a feud. For Old Ghost Duan's sake, I won't take action against him, but I am also happy to see you kill his son." Fairy Hanming said warmly, then turned to stand in the boat.
Hong Xiulian, who was beside Ning Chen, said, "But I am reminding you that the most important thing is because of this child.
If you activate the power in this drop of water, even if you can escape, she will definitely die."
Seeing Ning Chen's expression unchanged and Hong Xiulian's face confused, Fairy Hanming asked Hong Xiulian softly, "My child, are you willing to worship me as your teacher?"