Cultivating Immortality: Taming Beasts in the Sect

True Monarch Magic Dragon suddenly raised his head, and what caught his eye was a pair of scarlet and huge beast eyes, looking at him coldly. He was as big as a mountain, with a huge beast head hanging low, a few beards circling, undulating like a swimming dragon, a huge turtle The back exudes a red halo, and on it is the shadow of a soaring snake, which is faintly huge, exuding immeasurable divine power and overwhelming power.

Between the puffing and puffing of breath, the clouds and mist rise and fall, making it hazy, adding a sense of mystery to it. The cloud platform can be compared to a claw of its huge body.

"This is………?!!!"

True Monarch Huan Long's pupils shrank suddenly, and a cold air rose from the soles of his feet to the top of his head, completely exploding in the Tianling Cap. The uneasiness in his heart reached its extreme at this moment.

Without the slightest hesitation, at this moment, True Lord Huanlong didn't care about Yu Changsheng at all, and rushed out of the cloud platform to escape. Even though the giant beast in front of him was not invincible in his perception, at this moment, True Lord Phantom Dragon flinched and he did not dare to risk his life.

"Water Kingdom..."

A murmuring sound gently swayed away, but I saw the claws of this giant black turtle gently wave on the cloud platform. In an instant, the clouds and mist surged, the river water surged, the canyon shook, and the rivers all over the sky rose into the sky. Like water dragons, they are constantly circling and dancing, covering the entire cloud platform.

The canyon trembled, and there were even illusory water chains that blocked the surroundings of the 100-meter cloud platform. Together with the rivers in the entire canyon, they converged towards the cloud platform and turned into a huge water ball, with blue waves rippling and rising and falling. In front of Xuangui.

"Cough cough cough..."

The body of True Lord Huan Long stiffened, and the omnipresent power of confinement controlled him in place, locking him tightly in the cloud platform. Surrounded by raging streams of water, he turned into the best blade at this moment, fiercely The water washed over his body, and there was even thicker water pressure, layer upon layer, pressing down hard like the sky collapsing and a landslide!

At this moment, everything around turned into the kingdom of water, and the black turtle became the only god of the water kingdom, inviolable and invincible!

"Infinite calamity!"

The black turtle buzzed and slowly exhaled at the huge water ball. In an instant, all the rivers in the canyon stagnated, the clouds and mist shrank, and the cloud platform also trembled. The water ball began to shake more and more, and the blue waves disappeared. Ling.

Boom!

The void collapsed, and the terrifying water pressure permeated everything in the water country. True Lord Phantom Dragon's face flushed, and he reluctantly raised his hand. A series of red dragon souls surrounded the surroundings. They just emerged, but were destroyed by the terrifying water pressure. broken.

"Puff..."

Big mouthfuls of blood overflowed from the mouth of True Lord Phantom Dragon. Under this terrifying water pressure, he felt as if he was as heavy as the vast sea. His chest completely collapsed, and his whole body fell completely. He was allowed to be washed away by the water waves. Inside his mouth and nose, All the internal organs were violently collided and destroyed by the violent current.

The injuries that had been barely suppressed erupted at this moment. Under the new and old injuries, at this moment, True Lord Phantom Dragon panicked and wanted to raise his hand, but under the huge water pressure, he couldn't move even inch by inch. It was difficult to do, and all the magical powers were shattered in an instant.

The same magical power, but used by Yu Changsheng, is completely different from the one used by Xuan Turtle himself. In contrast, what Yu Changsheng used can be called a river pool, covering the cloud platform, while Xuan Turtle's attack It can be called a river and sea, covering the entire canyon.

For a time, the rift valley was also filled and turned into a kingdom of water, with only the huge body of the black turtle floating on it, like a true god!

"No……"

True Lord Phantom Dragon struggled violently, his body was trembling. In this water kingdom, everything was in vain. A feeling of suffocation came from him. At this moment, True Lord Phantom Dragon seemed to have become a mortal, and his whole body was full of cultivation. Unable to move, Zifu's body creaked under the terrifying water pressure, his bones were being worn away bit by bit, and severe pain kept coming.

But the pain in the soul was even more torturous, and despair brewed in the eyes of True Lord Phantom Dragon.

The Water Country has immeasurable tribulations. Indeed, as True Lord Huan Long said, it is impossible for such magical powers to be exerted with Yu Changsheng's cultivation level. However, if the Black Turtle himself uses it himself, it will be another ordinary scenery. Jun's state is simply difficult to resist.

Ever since, fear and despair, at this moment, swept through the mind of True Lord Phantom Dragon like a tide.

"What, you know you're scared?"

Yu Changsheng walked gently in front of True Lord Phantom Dragon, walking on flat ground. He looked at True Lord Phantom Dragon who couldn't move and his arms were beginning to be worn away. He asked with a smile, his eyes a little playful.

True Monarch Huanlong's expression was tense, and then he looked slightly excited. Looking at Yu Changsheng, he struggled crazily, the corners of his mouth wriggled with difficulty, and finally slowly uttered a few words:

"Spare me..."

"Spare your life?" Yu Changsheng plucked his ears, shook his head with an amused expression, looked at True Lord Phantom Dragon with lowered eyebrows, pursed his lips slightly, and smiled softly:

"Spare you? Have you ever thought of sparing me before? I'm afraid. I'm afraid that Xuanlong will be lonely down there. It would be great if you go and accompany him."

Yu Changsheng tapped his forehead lightly, and after exhaling deeply, his eyes suddenly became sharp. He stretched out his hand and the Purple Spirit Emperor Sword emerged, emitting endless edge and cutting through the water flow.

True Lord Phantom Dragon suddenly opened his eyes wide, and the fear and pleading in his eyes reached their limit at this moment.

"Hurry up, my strength won't last long, it will be exhausted..."

Black Turtle's voice with a hint of tiredness echoed in Yu Changsheng's mind.

Yu Changsheng no longer hesitated and looked at the frightened True Lord Huanlong. The Purple Spirit Emperor Sword in his hand quickly made a slash and inserted it into his heart. Then he turned it hard and the sword energy exploded. Wreaking havoc inside and outside the body of True Lord Phantom Dragon.

The expression of True Lord Phantom Dragon suddenly froze, and he turned his head with difficulty. The light in his eyes slowly disappeared, and he lost his anxiety. His trembling body suddenly fell into stillness, and was completely wiped out into fly ashes by the surging water around him. .

"Woooooooo..."

Sounds like flowing clouds and flowing water slowly left. The black turtle's huge body finally turned into a phantom and slowly dissipated. After a stagnation, the surrounding water flow returned to calm again.

On the cloud platform, only Yu Changsheng is still standing.

True Lord Phantom Dragon, died!

"Okay, after this attack, I'm going to rest for a while. You can be careful with the rest."

In the interior scene, after the black turtle gave a tired explanation, he huddled up and slowly closed his beast eyes, and the breath of his whole body dropped at this moment.

"Okay, it's over."

Yu Changsheng collapsed to the ground, exhaled a long breath, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and finally relaxed at this moment.

"No, it's not over yet."

He looked outside the cloud platform to the direction of the Wanxiang Sect. That half of the sky had been dyed red by the spells of various beast-controlling beasts and the True Lord Zi Mansion.

Even if he lures True Lord Phantom Dragon away and successfully kills him, the crisis in the Wanxiang Sect has not yet been resolved. Old Wei's cultivation has not been restored, and he has old injuries on his body. After a long battle, the enemy will surely seize the opportunity, and there is an undercurrent. The monks from the Yang family would also avoid the Zi Mansion and kill Wanxiang Sect disciples crazily.

"You have to hurry up and get there!" Yu Changsheng's heart froze, then he rose into the air, gritted his teeth and rushed outside.

Without the help of the Black Turtle, he still has the Red Purgatory Dragon, the Colored Star Deer, the Golden-winged Eagle, and the Purple Spirit Emperor. With the help of the Spiritual Beast Quadruple Formation, even if he cannot fight against the Zifu, he can still hold him back or wait for an opportunity on the edge. Move and seize the opportunity to hit someone hard again.

At that time, the balance of victory truly tilted.

Outside the Wanxiang Sect.

Black clouds were billowing in the sky. Yuan Menghua stood with a sword in his hand. The edge of the sword left traces of blood. His weathered eyes were slightly closed, staring intently at the enemy in front of him.

"Ahem, cough, cough, you are worthy of being at the peak of Zifu. Even if your energy and blood are dry and your life span is approaching, the edge on this sword is extraordinary. It's a pity that it's not enough to kill me, hehehe."

Yang Ninghong wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and laughed.

"It's great to be able to fight against the top of Zifu, but today your Wanxiang Sect is in doom."

Old Yuan Menghua's eyes opened slightly and he was weak, but he said with an extremely firm tone: "My Wanxiang Sect has been inherited for thousands of years, and it was the holy land of Wuzhou in the past. I have never seen any crisis. You guys want to destroy the sect, and you are delusional."

"Even before I die, I can take you away with one sword."

Yang Ninghong looked down at the sword wounds on his body and the cassock that had been cut open just now, and laughed: "Indeed, but do you dare to die?"

"Once you die, the Wanxiang Sect will no longer be at the peak of Zifu. Even if it survives this disaster, it will not be able to survive the future battle between Qingzhou and Wuzhou."

Yuan Menghua remained silent, clenching the sword in his hand, and then slashed at the opponent with a little magic power, and the three thousand sword shadows merged into one.

The sword light tore apart the black cloud, but it could not tear Yang Ninghong to pieces.

"Hahaha."

Yang Ninghong cast a spell, resisting and laughing at the same time.

"Look below you, those Wanxiang Sect disciples are being slaughtered by us!"

"This great Yunwu Mountain Range will change owners from today on!"

"The winner this time will only be us!"

"After the Wanxiang Sect is eliminated, the Yang family, Linglong Sect, and Undercurrent will divide your property and cultivate further on your corpses!"

Yuan Menghua continued to attack, but the offensive became weaker and weaker.

The words spoken by the other party were heartbreaking words, but they were also true. He did not dare to use his sword skills further, or even dared to fight with all his strength, because he was currently the only supporter of Wanxiang Sect.

If he makes a mistake, the Wanxiang Sect will surely perish!

"Now, we have to let Mr. Wei lead his disciples to leave the battlefield as soon as possible."

Yuan Menghua's consciousness scanned below and he frowned.

And this also gave Yang Ninghong an opportunity.

"You dare to be distracted during a fight with me, you are courting death!"

Yang Ninghong shouted, and a needle-shaped magic weapon flew out of his hand and stabbed Yuan Menghua's head at an extremely fast speed.

A red light flashed, and Yuan Menghua's body was not as good as when he was young. Even if he noticed it in advance, he could not completely avoid it, so he had to tilt his head and raise his sword to release a sword energy.

"puff!"

A small amount of blood splashed in the air, Yuan Menghua's wrinkled face was stabbed, and there was even a burning mana burning into his body through the wound, quickly depleting his already weak blood.

"Hahaha, it seems that the peak of Zifu is just like this!" Seeing victory in sight, Yang Ninghong laughed and said: "My nine-pecking needle is made from the long beak of the Flame Witch Bird. It contains fire poison. It can't be used against people like you who don't have longevity." There is nothing better than having too many True Lords.”

Hearing this, Yuan Menghua raised a palm and pressed it on the wound on his face. The pure white mana burned for a moment, stopping a little of the fire poison.

But as long as Yang Ninghong doesn't die, this fire poison cannot be suppressed for long. Instead, it will become more and more difficult to control as he fights.

He watched the nine-pecking needle flash by with his eyes, and he didn't know how to solve this disaster.

When he was young, he was also a genius of the Wanxiang Sect, with great brilliance. However, after reaching Zifu, the advantages of talent and spiritual roots gradually weakened, and what he needed more was opportunity!

The Wanxiang Sect barely occupies only one land for cultivating immortals and being a wealthy and dharma couple.

He also wanted to go out and go beyond the five continents of the Eastern Barren to find opportunities in more distant places. However, at that time, he was already the strongest person in the sect. He had to suppress the young people in Wuzhou and let the disciples rely on the sect to develop. , just like the master who shielded him from wind and rain.

So in the end, he was trapped here. After reaching the peak of Zifu, he could not go any further, and he could not touch the threshold of the so-called god transformation.

Thinking about it now, the state of becoming a god is just an unattainable dream.

"The person I admire the most in my life is Senior Brother Cao. It's a pity that I wasn't in the same era as him and couldn't see his swordsmanship that amazes everyone. Otherwise, my swordsmanship and swordsmanship might be even better."

Yuan Menghua felt sad.

His talent is not as good as Cao Jinxian, and his swordsmanship is also not as good.

Although Cao Jinxian was called a traitor, a taboo, and the culprit of the decline of Yushou Peak by the Wanxiang Sect, it did not affect his brilliance.

After all, he is an unrivaled generation of wizards in the history of Wanxiang Sect. The method he created has brought the Taoism of Yujian Peak and Yubeast Peak to a higher level. If he breaks through to become a god, he will be the only one among the five continents of the Eastern Wasteland. respect.

"It's a pity."

"Become a god, I am out of reach."

"The Wanxiang Sect is deeply saddened by this calamity. Masters, please forgive me for not being able to lead the sect to glory again."

Yuan Menghua held the sword, his heart was as gray as death.

He has already felt his own powerlessness, and seems to have seen the end of the Wanxiang Sect being destroyed in this disaster.

"Hahaha, why bother living in this world." Yang Ninghong laughed, and when he saw Yuan Menghua's state, he knew that his strategy of attacking the heart had worked.

Otherwise, even if he is at the peak of the Zi Mansion near the end of his life, it will take a lot of effort, and he may even have to be seriously injured before he can kill him.

But it would be much easier to solve the problem for the Zifu Peak, whose heart is filled with despair.

"when!"

Fire splattered.

Yuan Menghua blocked the attack of Nine Pecking Needles, and saw with his spiritual consciousness that many Wanxiang Sect disciples were being bullied and killed. He felt sad in his heart, but could not change the outcome.

As for Mr. Wei, who was suffering from long-term injuries, even if he could kill the two True Lords of the Purple Mansion, not even a single disciple of the Wanxiang Sect would be killed by other monks, so the Wanxiang Sect would only exist in name only.

If we rely on the Zi Mansion, we cannot build or revitalize the Wanxiang Sect, so the disciples are the sect's hope for the future.

"Um?"

Yuan Menghua's heart-broken eyes suddenly lit up.

"That's Mr. Wei's disciple. Didn't he lure away True Lord Phantom Dragon? Why?"

"True Lord Huanlong is missing, but he appears here, how could it be..."

"He killed a Zifu?!"

Yuan Menghua was shocked. (End of chapter)