Chapter 259: The Nascent Soul Level Battle (Part 2)
The smooth, mirror-like ice layer sparkles with various colors of luster under the sun.
A huge icicle dozens of feet high stands among them, which looks quite spectacular from a distance.
When the monk surnamed Xiong saw that his technique was effective, he stopped temporarily and turned his head to look at Lian Chenglin, but he did not see the slightest excitement or joy in the latter's eyes.
Instead, I found that there were some concerns hidden in it.
Just as he was about to ask, Lian Chenglin said:
"Sooner rather than later, take advantage of this opportunity to kill this beast completely!"
Xun Jinyuan also looked at the behemoth in front of him, felt the incredible majestic aura on it, and nodded.
Then the three of them charged up their energy again and flew around the giant icicle. Spiritual energy surged, and soon new attack methods were formed in their hands.
And the huge figure now frozen in the icicles obviously noticed this, and his huge vertical pupils shrank slightly, as if a ball of anger was igniting in his heart.
An overwhelming attack came, and the icicle and the figure inside it were at the center of the attack.
With a violent explosion, the icicle was shattered, countless ice shards flew around, and white mist enveloped a large area.
From a distance, it looks like a ball of frost exploding in mid-air.
The rustling broken ice fell like raindrops, landing on the frozen lake, making small holes one after another.
Lian Chenglin and the others didn't care about this at this time, but stared at the white mist, because just when they launched the attack again, they found that the layer of ice outside was destroyed by three attacks.
The black figure suddenly emitted a burst of black light, and instantly shrank, turning into a figure as big as them.
Therefore, although they were sure that their attacks had been activated, the change caused by the opponent still made them a little worried, especially in the thick white mist, the aura belonging to the opponent still existed, but it was slightly chaotic.
some.
There was a little nervousness in my heart, but there was no other way at this time. Xun Jinyuan and the other person did not dare to rush into the white mist. After all, according to Lian Chenglin, the other party had probably already reached the level.
The middle stage of Nascent Soul.
...
Under the gaze of the three people, the white mist formed by countless tiny ice powders gradually dissipated. From the hazy mist, a tall figure stepped out of the air until finally standing in front of them.
This figure was about eight feet tall, wearing a black robe, and its exposed skin was covered with countless black scales.
His face is thin, and the most peculiar thing is that he has a small red and black horn about three inches long on his forehead. The pupils in his eyes are different from ordinary people, they are vertical. When he looks at the three people in front of him, he also has a...
It's cold and gloomy.
Xun Jinyuan did not act rashly, but continued to look at the opponent. He knew that the real battle would come next.
The figure just glanced at Xun Jinyuan and the monk named Xiong casually, then covered a big hole in his waist and abdomen with one hand, raised his hand and pointed at Lian Chenglin, who also held a mesh-shaped magic weapon in his hand, and slowly spoke
said:
"I haven't seen you for five hundred years. I thought you were dead, but I didn't expect you to have the guts to come back!"
Lian Chenglin said nothing, staring at the other person with flat eyes, silently assessing the specific injuries he suffered.
Seeing that Lian Chenglin didn't answer, the figure took away the hand covering his waist and abdomen, revealing the terrifying wound.
Under the gazes of the three people opposite, they used their spiritual power, and countless flesh buds sprouted around the wound, intertwining with each other. Within a few breaths, they recovered as before, and no trace of injury could be seen anymore.
Xun Jinyuan's eyes shrank, and he sighed in his heart: After all, he is a fifth-level demon king, and his body is actually so powerful!
He looked down at the wound and found that it had recovered. Then he raised his head and looked forward with a strange expression, and continued to approach them slowly in the air.
While walking, he was playing with the mesh-like magic weapon in his hand. Suddenly he closed his hands and tore it apart. The next moment, the mesh-like magic weapon of high quality was reduced to pieces.
The eyes of the three people on the opposite side shrank, and they stared blankly at the fragments flying towards the ice below.
I have a new understanding of his physical strength!
He poured out the pieces in his hands and let them fall apart.
His figure finally stopped, his eyes still fixed on Lian Chenglin and the others, but his own aura was no longer restrained, but was released outwards, and soon his true cultivation realm was completely revealed from these auras
.
Upon noticing this, Xun Jinyuan showed a hint of clarity, because the result was not what Lian Chenglin expected, the opponent had indeed reached the fifth level mid-level.
As if in response to the opponent's momentum, Lian Chenglin also flew forward for a certain distance. He was less than ten feet away from him. The aura on his body was also rising steadily, and finally he stayed firmly in the middle stage of Nascent Soul.
The two people behind him knew this many years ago, so they were not surprised at this time. They also fully displayed their cultivation and stood silently on both sides of Lian Chenglin.
Two more early Nascent Souls!
At this time, Lian Chenglin finally spoke:
"Ao San, I haven't seen you in five hundred years... you're fine!"
When the Demon King, who was called Ao San by Lian Chenglin, felt his cultivation, his face was startled for a moment, and then he burst into laughter.
With an unbearable smile, he said:
"After all these years, even fellow Taoist is still so ridiculous. I thought you would learn from the previous struggle, but I didn't expect..."
Suddenly, all the smiles on his face disappeared, and what was left was only a stern expression, with deep disdain in his eyes as he looked at Lian Chenglin and the other three.
He opened his big mouth full of sharp white teeth and said:
"Do you think you have broken through to the middle level of the fifth level, and found two fifth-level human monks to defeat me?"
"Now let me show you, you couldn't beat me five hundred years ago, and the same is true now..."
"But...this time, I won't let you escape again!"
After saying that, Ao San's hands expanded rapidly and transformed into two huge dragon arms, covered with black scales and five dragon claws that were extremely sharp.
And the little horn on his forehead even had traces of fire coming out!
Seeing this, Lian Chenglin quickly reminded the two people beside him, and he also temporarily avoided the sharp edge and stepped back.
However, as soon as he finished speaking and the three of them started to move, Ao San disappeared from the place and turned into an afterimage and launched an attack.
The target of his attack was the monk surnamed Xiong, who had the weakest aura among the three.
The sharp claws cut through the air, and five black auras appeared on it. However, the monk named Xiong was a monk in the Nascent Soul stage, so he reacted in the blink of an eye.
Under Ao San's attack, he continued to fly back while raising his right hand and drawing a few lines in mid-air.
A burst of golden light flashed, and the runes full of mysterious aura instantly condensed into a magic circle, forming a round golden shield in front of him.
Ao San didn't pay any attention to this kind of defense. He didn't change the direction of attack, and grabbed his claws directly towards the golden light.
In an instant, black and gold met in mid-air, and violent spiritual energy fluctuations collided in a very small space.
The monk surnamed Xiong was not only a monk in the early stage of Yuanying, but also a fifth-level formation master. The formation light shield he used successfully blocked Ao San's first attack for him.
The claw that exuded a strong aura of destruction was stopped in front of him.
Just when he felt a hint of joy in his heart and was about to pull away completely, Ao San suddenly let out a cold snort, and the intensity of his attack suddenly intensified. The formation light shield under his claws also broke through, turning into little golden light and dissipating.
The monk surnamed Xiong showed a little surprise on his face, but he was not very panic, and he immediately punched the claw.
The next moment, he flew out!
When Lian Chenglin and Xun Jinyuan caught him, his arms were still shaking slightly, and a large mouthful of blood spurted out from his mouth.
The black robe and hood on the right half of the body are broken!
Lian Chenglin turned over his hand and took out a pill, handed it to him, and asked:
"Fellow Daoist Xiong, are you okay?"
When the hood was broken, his true face was revealed. He turned out to be the great elder of the Xianyuan Sect, Xiong Keshan, who announced his retreat to the Nascent Soul realm decades ago.
Xiong Keshan raised his hand to reject the elixir handed over by Lian Chenglin, and then spit out another mouthful of blood.
"It's okay, I was just careless!"
On the other side, Ao San, who was not pursuing the victory, stopped and stood in mid-air.
Seemingly disdainful of Xiong Keshan's statement, he sneered again:
"Vulnerable!"
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The breeze blows and the two sides confront each other!
On one side is Ao San, a powerful fifth-level mid-level demon king!
On one side are Lian Chenglin who is in the middle stage of Yuanying, Xun Jinyuan and Xiong Keshan who are in the early stage of Yuanying!
In the entire eastern Chaoyang Continent, there has not been such a large-scale Nascent Soul Realm battle for thousands of years!