MTL - Natural Fairy Species-Chapter 230 double avenue true meaning

  Chapter 230 The true meaning of the double road

   The bony dagger flashed, disappeared in a teleportation again, and appeared in Lu Rugao's hand.

   "You are also a physical trainer!"

  Lu Rugao's complexion changed drastically. This bone dagger came from an ancient palace.

   There is no specific grade, and it cannot be completely refined by people.

   Unlike a magic weapon, it is more like a raw bone of a strange animal. It has only been roughly polished and shaped to make this bone blade.

   Does not have any additional supernatural powers, but can achieve almost teleportation and break through the void.

  Besides, the bone blade has the characteristic of ignoring defense. Many monks who died in the hands of Lu Rugao thought they were safe by relying on the magic weapon for protection.

   But it was pierced easily by the bone blade like a hot knife into butter.

  At the very least, Lu Rugao's own Nine Dragon Demon Body would definitely not be able to stop the bone blade.

  So when he saw Master Ge Cang take the blow of the bone blade with his body, his eyes widened.

   "Damn barbarian from the north... I have wasted all my hundred years of accumulation on you!"

  Lu Rugao thought of the private instructions of the Bowl-raising Arhat, and shouted angrily, and nine dragons appeared behind him, each with a demon pill in its mouth.

  Nine Dragons hovered, raising his aura to an unbelievable level.

   These are all dragon beasts that died in his hands, and they used secret methods to extract their souls into their bodies.

   And refine the inner alchemy of the third-order monster, and become a kind of existence that is almost a magic weapon.

   This is Lu Rugao's real trump card. It took him a whole hundred years to find the beheaded nine-headed dragon spirit and demon core burning together.

  Lu Rugao at this moment is equivalent to having the collective assistance of nine third-level peak monsters.

   It is definitely not comparable to Yuanying Zhenjun in terms of quality, but it is not much worse in terms of quantity.

   With a punch, the nine dragon beasts roared, and the entire ring space was shaking, and it might collapse at any time.

   "Well done!"

  Realman Ge Cang's eyes lit up, he stepped out, and also flashed to the other side of the ring at a near-teleporting speed.

  The distance from the sky was activated, and this overwhelming punch that suppressed the void landed directly on the void, breaking open cracks in the ring.

  Ge Cang pinched his fingers and chanted a mantra, and there was a thunder, as if a gap had been opened in the sky, and the infinite divine thunder fell, as if to destroy everything.

  In the entire arena, there was only lightning and thunder resounding.

"Brother Ge's thunder method has a taste of heavenly calamity. It can be said that it has reached the realm of transformation... If you can survive the heavenly calamity of transforming babies and integrate into the power of heavenly thunder, I am afraid that there is a chance to achieve the spirit of divine thunder and cultivate it in extinction. The realm of organic transformation."

  Yan Yuanzai looked eager to try, and a strong fighting spirit emerged.

  Bai Zichen saw that Master Ge Cang had the upper hand and had no fear of losing, so he shifted his attention to several other arenas.

  The arena where the blood **** real person is, has been covered by infinite blood shadows, turning the entire arena into a pool of blood.

   Only the Buddha string flew out from the hand of the eminent monk in the corner, and merged with the Buddha light on his body, firmly blocking the pool of blood.

  Holding a magic sword burning with bright flames, he guards himself with the strict and upright swordsmanship. Every time the sword is swung, a blood shadow will be cut off.

  But there are more than a thousand blood shadows in the field, launching attacks one after another.

  The real Blood God, who was full of anger, used all the Baisha Blood Sea Dafa as soon as he entered the field, as if he wanted to pour his anger on his opponent.

  In the blood pool, blood beasts are still crawling out one after another, with strange shapes and unclear faces.

  Each blood beast only has the aura of a second-level low-grade monster beast, but it can't stand the large number.

   In an instant, there are already hundreds of them.

  At the same time, these blood beasts are still merging.

  Three or five blood beasts collided together, and the blood flowed and exchanged, and a second-tier middle-grade blood beast was reassembled.

  In just such a short time, a blood beast at the peak of the second order appeared in the blood pool, a blood tiger with wings on its back, with a vague body shape.

  'At this speed, there will be third-order blood beasts in the blood pool immediately, and there will be an endless stream... No wonder they say that the real blood god's skills are best at group battles, and they are not afraid of siege. He can't attack the main body at all, he has thousands of incarnations, and he has blood beasts to help him fight, how can an ordinary monk be his opponent. '

  Bai Zichen made a comparison between the real blood **** and Mo Changzhi who died in his own hands. He can only say that they practiced the same kind of skills, but in the hands of the two, they are completely different.

  The range of the Buddha light outside the body of this disciple who raised the bowl Arhat has become smaller and smaller, and it is almost submerged by the pool of blood.

   There is only a little bright Buddha light left, standing firm in the **** pool of blood.

  The more you are attacked, the more intense the Buddha's light will be, blooming with infinite light.

  Although he fell into a disadvantage, it seems that he will not lose in a short time.

  The two rings between Fang Tiansheng and Peng Zefeng were much more ordinary. The two groups of monks seemed to be on equal footing, and it was difficult to tell the difference in a short period of time.

  However, the former is most likely to release water, while the latter is limited in strength and can only do so.

  Even with Bai Zichen's eyesight, one could tell that the Supreme Elder of the Ten Thousand Beasts Sect didn't bless the power of the natal spirit beast, but just sacrificed a big seal to fight against the eminent monk opposite.

  The monk's exposed skin, including his face, turned a red copper color, and his soaring muscles held up the loose cassock.

   Actually hard-wired the magic weapon with both hands, and there was a sound of metal collision.

  The unremarkable Lingnong who fought against Peng Zefeng seemed to be a different person once he made a move. When the **** hit, the entire ring space felt a sense of gravity imbalance.

  Peng Zefeng felt that there was a Wanjun mountain pressing on his shoulders, and most of his true energy was used to fight against this gravity.

   "The True Meaning of Earth Power Avenue!"

  Peng Zefeng was inexplicably horrified. He didn't expect that this most inconspicuous Lingnong had really touched the true meaning of Dao.

  Even if it is to attract the force of the earth in a small area and change the rules in this area, it is the supernatural power of Yuanying Zhenjun.

  This old Lingnong can do this, he has half a foot into the Nascent Soul Realm, and has a great chance of success in transforming into a baby.

  The jug in his hand was turned upside down, and the gurgling spirit wine spilled, turning into a rushing river, supporting himself.

  At the same time, the two orbs of yin and yang on the jug spun wildly, and the two yin and yang divine lights propped up a Tai Chi circle, barely offsetting the force of the ground.

   However, the old Lingnong was not in a hurry to pursue him. He didn't know whether it was a huge waste to swing this hoe, or he had other plans.

  Bent down, and when he pressed his left hand to the ground, countless spiritual grasses grew out, forming a vine fence and growing around Peng Zefeng.

   "Good means!"

  The eyes of True Monarch Jiulian flickered, and he spoke for the first time since the start of the ring battle.

   "Nourish all things, control the power of the earth... the true meaning of the double avenue, if the true essence is not complicated, I am afraid that I can overcome the catastrophe at any time and become a Nascent Soul!"

  His eyes were like torches, and he looked at the arhat with benevolent eyebrows and benevolent intentions, which was somewhat incredible.

   "Where did the master find this kind of helper? He didn't purify the true essence in the sect, and prepared to cross the catastrophe, but came out to do this kind of battle?"

  With the experience of Zhenjun Jiulian at nearly a thousand years old, there are not many things that can shock him.

   But right now it's a pile!

   I don’t know why this old Lingnong has touched the true meaning of the two great ways, the realm of perfect alchemy, and he didn’t even do the most basic purification of true essence.

  If such a character is placed in the Holy Lotus Sect, he will only be placed in the forbidden area of ​​the sect by the Nine Lotus True Monarch. If he is not a Nascent Soul, he will never be allowed to go out.

   Regardless of the level of strength, the life-saving ability of the monk who formed the alchemy and the real emperor Yuanying is too far behind.

  If a Nascent Soul True Monarch wants to escape, unless he is caught in a large formation that seals off the void, it is almost impossible to be left behind.

"Gu Xiaoyou was born in a small sect. At the beginning, the skills he cultivated were lacking, and he had no way forward when he reached the alchemy... The poor monk took pity on his talent, and gave him a top-level skill, and borrowed a thousand-year-old relic to help him. Purify the true essence."

  The Bowl Arhat pulled out a top-quality spirit stone in front of him, and it turned into a streamer and flew out of the high platform.

   "After Gu Xiaoyou survives the catastrophe with the fourth-level spiritual land of this sect, he will become an outlaw elder of the Faxiang sect."

  Jiu Lian Zhenjun heard bitterness in his heart, Fa Xiangzong actually has such a source of blessing, and can receive such a heretic elder.

  Why would I refuse to bring an artist to the seed of Nascent Soul that I fancy?

  The same superb spirit stone flew out in front of him, but it was the old Lingnong who surrounded Peng Zefeng with spirit grass vines, and then swung down with another hoe.

  The water flowed backwards in front of Peng Zefeng's body, the aura of the body was twisted, and the magic weapons fell directly towards the ground.

  At the critical moment, a lotus seed appeared, wrapped Peng Zefeng in it, endured the hoe, and moved out of the ring directly.

   Before the battle, no one could have imagined that this group would be the first to decide the winner.

  …

  ‘Why do you think, this Master Wan is not much better than me in the realm of swordsmanship...’

  Realman Ge Cang wins and never loses, Bai Zichen quickly turned his attention to the competition he was most concerned about.

  Zhiri Sword Sect is limited by the size of the sect, so it is not considered a top force in Liang Guoxiu's world, but the strength of the sect's sword cultivation is still recognized by everyone.

  He naturally wanted to know the gap between himself and Liang Guo's number one swordsman.

"If I'm not mistaken, Master Wan only has the realm of Sword Qi Leiyin, but he has gone farther than me in the second realm of Kendo...but the third realm's sword breaks ten thousand spells, and there is no shadow yet. . '

  Bai Zichen was very disappointed, and wanted to improve his experience in swordsmanship by watching Wan Teng's battle.

  Wan Teng's strength is of course superior to him by countless numbers, and every sword light has a domineering power that can destroy the dead.

  But the realm of swordsmanship, in the final analysis, still stops at the sword energy and thunder sound.

  And the eminent monk he was facing had slender eyebrows and a smile on his mouth. A treasure wheel in his hand swayed lightly to annihilate the light of the sword.

  Looking at the careless movements, the whole space was shaken and everything was leveled.

   Again, it was the domineering sword light, with the aura of smashing the void, but under the suppression of Baolun, it returned to nothingness.

  Bai Zichen could subtly feel that when the treasure wheel passed by, the space seemed to have been reorganized, and all the vitality of the world was scattered.

  Jianguang is no exception. No matter how many changes or complicated sword moves, they can't escape the simple collision of the treasure wheel.

   After a stick of incense, Wan Teng was forced to the corner of the ring.

  The sword light is still fierce, but it can only block from the left to the right, guarding the front and back of itself.

  ‘You can’t just rely on the sharpness of the flying sword. If you can’t keep up with the level of swordsmanship, and the method of fighting the enemy is too simple, it’s still easy to be restrained...’

  Bai Zichen saw Wan Teng on the field in trouble, and the defeat was within an instant, and he sounded the alarm for himself.

  At this stage, because Feijian is always going against the odds, he already has a mentality of dependence, and the means of fighting against the enemy will always be Feijian's victory, which is serious.

  (end of this chapter)