Chapter 145 Fighting against fake elixirs (please vote for me at the end of the month)


    Thunderclouds rolled.


    Master Ziyuan is holding a purple orb and is struggling to support it.


    suddenly!


    The ground shook and the mountains shook, and a large piece of the thundercloud collapsed!


    "Chance!"


    Immortal Ziyuan was born as a casual cultivator and practiced all the way to fake elixir. He has experienced countless battles, big and small, and his experience is extremely rich.


    Although he didn''t know why the formation collapsed, he keenly seized the opportunity.


    "go!"


    She made a hand seal, and a drop of blood was forced out.


    The purple orb blended into the essence and blood, and suddenly radiated a bright light, with a hint of blood, and transformed into a blood-feathered purple bird, which rushed into the thunder clouds. Countless runes appeared around it and exploded violently.


    Boom!


    The thunderclouds in the sky suddenly dissipated, revealing a cloudless clear sky.


    On top of the mountains, the expressions of the disciples of the Ten Thousand Beasts Sect changed, and their essence and blood spurted out wildly.


    There were also three foundation-building rays of light, charging towards Fang Xing with great momentum.


    They were all smart people and did not want to join the fake elixir battlefield, so they went to find Fang Xing to cause trouble.


    "Myriad Beast Sect, what happened today will definitely be repaid me in the future."


    The real person Ziyuan has a tall figure, wears a long purple dress, has a beautiful face, but speaks very domineeringly.


    "In the future? I''m afraid you won''t be able to wait until that day."


    The sect elder stepped on the four-winged flying snake, retracted the magical black sword, protected himself, and caressed the spiritual pet under his seat, with a trace of regret on his face: "I didn''t want to use this move originally, that **** Liancheng, even if he doesn''t die, go back I will also execute him according to the rules of the sect!"


    As the leader of the formation, he is very aware of the changes in the formation.


    Knowing that it was the true disciple Liancheng who caused the trouble, he just rashly trapped a foundation-building monk in the formation.


    The key is that you can''t kill the opponent, but the opponent finds an opportunity to counterattack, destroying a corner of the formation.


    Otherwise, Master Ziyuan will never be able to break out of the formation and will be killed sooner or later, so he won''t have to pay a high price.


    But now, it is no longer possible.


    "Xiaoqing..."


    The sect elder gave a sharp shout, took out a bottle of elixir from the storage bag in his arms, and threw the bottle and the elixir directly into the mouth of the second-level high-grade four-winged flying snake sitting below him.


    The monster python exerted just a little force, and the jade bottle shattered into pieces, and a scarlet elixir inside was quickly swallowed into its belly.


    Hiss!


    The four-winged flying snake suddenly looked up to the sky and hissed, its skin cracked, and a small bump grew out of its head, as if a single horn was about to push out.


    When Master Ziyuan saw this scene, what came to his mind: "I heard that the old ghost Lian gained great benefits from the wasteland, and the ''horned snake'' he raised was promoted to the second-level mid-level... That horned snake has half the blood of a dragon. , could this pill be the ''Dragon Transformation Pill'' refined from its blood?"


    "Yes, it''s the ''Dragon Transformation Pill''. Although it''s just a fake, it''s enough to give my spiritual pet the blood of a dragon for a while."


    The sect elder sneered, then made a hand gesture and began to recite the incantation.


    Mana surged around him, and the fake elixir was pushed to its limit, emitting terrifying mana fluctuations.


    Under his seat, the four-winged flying snake that seemed to be about to transform into a dragon twisted its body uneasily...


    "No, the art of possessing spirits?!"


    Master Ziyuan was in a hurry, so he raised his hand and saw a talisman.


    Countless cyan thunders raged, like cyan pythons, sweeping over Elder Xiang Zong. It was a third-level Yimu divine thunder talisman!


    Boom!


    Infinite lightning swept across, but was blocked by the long black magic weapon.


    The green thunderbolts, carrying indescribable power of destruction and vitality, fell on the dark light curtain formed by the long black sword, and were silently melted...


    Although this Yimu Divine Thunder Talisman is as high as level three, the black sword is also a level three magic weapon. The elders of the sect were well prepared and only defended but did not attack, so it was very easy to resist.


    Master Ziyuan was also mumbling words at this time, as if he was preparing some powerful spell. He looked at the ''Purple Hair Bead'' magic weapon in his hand and sighed in his heart.


    Just now, in order to break through the formation, she had to forcefully activate the full power of this low-grade magic weapon. Now that the origin of the ''Purple Hair Bead'' was damaged, it must be kept in the Dantian for nourishment in order to regain its old outlook.


    If you use it to fight with the black knife magic weapon, there is not much chance of winning.


    At this time, the sect elder had completed the spell, with a trace of blood in his eyes and a strange smile on his face: "The art of possessing spirits!"


    This is the secret magical power of the Ten Thousand Beasts Sect. Every time it is used, a second-level dragon-type monster must be sacrificed, and the power of the bloodline must be quite strong!


    The former Supreme Elder of the Ten Thousand Beasts Sect was an alchemist. He spent half his life to come up with a ''fake dragon pill'' recipe, which could make dragon monsters such as pythons and carps have their bloodline power increased by three times. An hour!


    However, to refine this elixir, you also need the blood of a second-level mid-grade horned snake or above as a medicine guide.


    That''s why Lian Laogui is so interested in that black jade python, just to upgrade his horned snake!


    Today''s horned snakes, as long as they bleed regularly, can continuously refine fake dragon-transforming elixirs, greatly increasing the strength of the fake elixirs and elixir-forming elixirs of the Ten Thousand Beast Sect!


    In the roar of the sect elder, the four-winged flying snake under him let out a hiss full of pain, and a single horn sprouted from its head.


    Then, a layer of **** light burned from the scales all over his body.


    A huge second-level snake demon was reduced to ashes in an instant, and only a poisonous dragon-like demon soul was drawn out and fell into the hands of the sect elder.


    The sect elder looked at the poisonous dragon-shaped demon soul in his hand, a trace of regret and reluctance flashed in his eyes, and then pointed at Ziyuan Master: "Go!"


    The poisonous dragon is like an arrow, and it kills Master Ziyuan in an instant.


    Master Ziyuan waved his hand, and a layer of purple crystal emerged out of thin air, turning into a huge shield to guard in front of him.


    The purple hair bead magic weapon even fell in front of her, dropping an unusually thick purple light curtain with countless runes on it like tadpoles swimming around.


    Wave!


    The arrow transformed by the demon soul easily penetrated the purple spar shield and left a hole on the light screen. The body shrunk by more than half and the demon soul became translucent, but it still penetrated into the forehead of Master Ziyuan.


    "Third-level means!" A layer of black energy suddenly appeared on Master Ziyuan''s face, and he spit out a mouthful of blood.


    The technique of possessing spirits uses demon souls as a basis, turning them into soul-chasing poisonous arrows. Those who are hit are like those with gangrenous bones attached to them!


    If it were performed by the old ghost of Ten Thousand Beasts Sect, even the monks in the middle or even late stages of pill formation would not be willing to take it forcefully.


    Although the elder Zong was just a fake elixir, the spirit-possessing technique he used was a real third-level method. It was like a blow from the real elixir, seriously injuring Master Ziyuan!


    Not only that, the strange poison carried by the poisonous dragon demon soul is still corroding the body, magic power, soul of Master Ziyuan...even the fake pill!


    If he doesn''t get treatment, he will definitely die within three days!


    "What a spirit-possessing technique... it''s just like the rumors, and it''s as good as magical powers."


    Master Ziyuan took out a spiritual elixir and drank it, barely suppressing his injuries, and he began to feel despair in his heart.


    "This time I lost my spiritual pet. You will die here today."


    The elder of the sect controlled the black sword, a magic weapon, with a ferocious look on his face.


    At this moment, he seemed to sense something, and his consciousness swept away.


    I saw two of the three foundation-building monks from the sect being shot in the head one after another by a figure.


    Those Qi training disciples were even worse. They were overtaken by a silver-white figure and slaughtered one after another.


    "Elder Sect...save me!"


    The last foundation-building monk carried a big bell spiritual weapon and fled madly towards the sect elder.


    He didn''t know what was going on. He was obviously just going to kill the monk in the early stage of foundation building, but in the end, a terrifying body cultivator suddenly burst out from the ground, and the two companions died almost instantly.


    Fortunately, the ''Golden Yuan Bell'' in his hand is a top-grade spiritual weapon. It is also known for its defense and has the ability to automatically protect its master.


    Otherwise, I would have been punched to death just now!


    ''This person is definitely not an ordinary second-level physical cultivator... he should be a quasi-third-level physical cultivator equivalent to a fake alchemy cultivator! ’


    This Ten Thousand Beasts Sect Foundation Builder felt extremely regretful.


    But the next moment, a figure rushed behind him.


    The opponent seems to be able to trample the air, has unparalleled short-distance acceleration, and is very flexible in changing directions. It is not at all the rumored physical fitness that is not good at aerial combat!


    The foundation-building monk shouted while injecting all his magic power into the Jin Yuan Bell.


    Jin Yuan Zhong continued to grow in size, covering his entire body.


    Dang!


    Fang Xing''s fists and palms all hit the surface of the golden clock. With a deafening sound, the terrifying penetration and concussion force fell on the foundation-building monk.


    Wow!


    Jin Yuan Zhong suddenly lost all magical support and turned into a small golden bell.


    A pile of rotten meat emerged from the clock and scattered into the sky.


    At this time, the immortal cultivator also killed the last qi cultivator and found a place to hide.


    The battle between fake elixirs and real people is not something that mere monks in the early stages of foundation building can participate in.


    "The Wanshou Sect''s fake elixir...and the real Ziyuan?"


    Fang Xing stood with his hands behind his hands, a sneer appearing on his face: "So it''s you who are planning this, but why bother involving me?"


    "The bold thief... dare to kill my monks from the Ten Thousand Beasts Sect!?"


    The sect elder''s eyes were about to burst: "I will not spare you today!"


    Although Fang Xing''s aura was like that of a mortal, in the eyes of the two fake elixir masters, it was simply ridiculous.


    How is it possible for a mortal to fly physically?


    Therefore, he must have used the method of gathering breath. Judging from the previous huge strength, he should be a quasi-third-level physical practitioner, comparable to a fake elixir monk.


    However, the quasi-third-level physical cultivation methods are not as rich as those of fake alchemy monks, so they will definitely be at a disadvantage in a fight.


    The sect elder is considered a strong one among the fake elixirs, and is even about to have the record of killing another fake elixir, so he naturally looks down upon the quasi-third-level physical cultivator.


    "die!"


    When the elder Zong saw Fang Xing rushing towards him, he immediately pointed at his black sword magic weapon.


    The black long knife roared, and a ghost head on the handle immediately let out a soul-stirring scream that could attack the mind.


    This is a weak spot that the sect elders deliberately chose to attack, knowing that most people are not good at physical training or spiritual awareness.


    Not only that, the light on this black sword magic weapon flashed, and a jet-black wind blade emitted.


    Countless black gusts of wind were like sharp blades, forming a tornado, like a huge black dragon, swallowing Fang Xing into it.


    Wow!


    The nano-protective suit on Fang Xing''s body began to shatter under such an attack, revealing his skin as if it was wearing heavy gold armor.


    ''My current physique cannot compete with the magic weapon itself... But as long as I avoid the magic weapon body, the damage and splash of these spells... are like a breeze blowing on my face. ’


    Fang Xing performed the air dance and jumped out of the black tornado. After a few steps, he came to the sect elder.


    "impossible…"


    The sect elder stared angrily, how come this body cultivation not only has a solid defense in the sea of ??consciousness, but is also so fast in the air?


    But it was too late for him to think about it.


    Two golden rays of light flashed in Fang Xing''s eyes, and his tyrannical martial arts will directly crashed into the sea of ??consciousness of the fake elixir master, causing him to lose consciousness for an instant.


    Then, he stretched out three fingers, and countless powers gathered on them!


    - Xingwu Sanjue!


    —The power of Vajra Prajna!


    (End of chapter)