Chapter 95 Evil Dragon
Chapter 95 Evil Dragon
Chen Yuan's soul was so powerful that the loud roars that shook the souls of other Qi-refining cultivators reached his ears, but he only felt a little uncomfortable.
But Mo Jingchun's words made him feel uneasy.
This "evil dragon" sounds like a powerful monster. If one goes crazy upon seeing him, what should one do?
Chen Yuan's mind turned, and his eyes fell on Xu Changan and Jin Luoheng in front of him, and he felt slightly relieved.
He is a disciple of Lingyun Sect. These two Jindan elders will not sit idly by and watch the evil dragon swallow him.
A moment later, a dragon-like figure flew from the sky and landed on the top of the barren mountain with a loud bang, stirring up a large cloud of smoke and dust that covered the sky and the sun.
"Disperse!"
Xu Changan snorted coldly and waved his sleeves. A gust of wind blew up, sweeping away the smoke and dust.
The handsome Taoist priest with a stern expression also frowned slightly.
Only Jin Luoheng had a smile on his face and looked peaceful, as if nothing in the world could move him.
The smoke and dust cleared, revealing a ferocious blue dragon. It was covered in scales, had a single horn on its head, four claws under its feet, and a winding body about thirty feet long, with more than sixty people standing on it.
"Ouch!"
The evil blue dragon roared softly, and the people on its back flew down one after another. The blue dragon shrank to a length of three feet and lay lazily on the ground.
The two leading men exuded a powerful spiritual pressure, and they were both Jindan cultivators.
One of them was a sixty-year-old woman wearing a green robe, with white hair and chicken skin, leaning on a dragon-headed cane. She bowed to Xu Changan, Jin Luoheng, and the handsome Taoist:
"I'm a little late."
Standing next to her was a middle-aged monk in a wide-sleeved robe, looking like an immortal. He saluted the three people with a smile.
The three of them returned the greeting. Xu Changan looked unhappy and said to the middle-aged monk:
"Fellow Daoist Wei, please take good care of your blue dragon and don't disturb our disciples."
The middle-aged monk smiled and said:
"This dragon is usually well restrained. It's rare for it to go out, but it's a little out of control. Please forgive me, Fellow Daoist Xu."
He said sorry, but there was no apology on his face. Instead, he looked smiling.
Xu Changan's expression changed, he flicked his sleeves and said coldly:
"It seems that Fellow Daoist Wei was very unwilling to accept the fact that I got the Nine Refining Crystal last time."
The middle-aged monk's expression darkened as he stared at Xu Changan:
"How dare you say that? If I hadn't stopped that Jindan cultivator from the God-Slaying Sect, would you have been able to take the Nine Refining Crystals?"
"Haha, it's obviously you who is being entangled by him, what does it have to do with me?"
"Shameless! You took the treasure for yourself and still boast like that. You are unworthy of being a Jindan Zhenren!"
The two men refused to give in, and the spiritual pressure emanating from their bodies became stronger and stronger, almost condensing into substance.
Suddenly, two strong winds blew up from the top of the mountain, making a whistling sound and collided with each other with a loud bang.
boom!
The old woman frowned slightly and slammed her dragon-headed cane on the ground:
"Junior Brother Wei, wait!"
Boom!
A green spiritual ring suddenly appeared from nowhere under the old woman's feet, which fixed the two gusts of wind in the air and slowly dissipated.
Jin Luoheng also chuckled and said:
"Brother Xu, the secret realm is about to open. How about you leave the grudge between you and Fellow Daoist Wei to be resolved later?"
After these words were spoken, Xu Changan and the middle-aged monk stared at each other, smiled coldly, and then stopped.
The Qi-refining disciples of the three sects felt almost suffocated under the strong spiritual pressure of the two men. They were finally relieved at this moment, but they also broke out in cold sweats. They all performed the Dust-Removing Technique at the same time to cleanse their bodies.
"Ouch?"
At this moment, the blue dragon suddenly growled, slowly raised its upper body, and looked at the disciples of Lingyun Sect with its pair of copper bell-like eyes. It stuck its head out, as if sniffing something.
Everyone looked at him, even the middle-aged monk showed a look of doubt.
"Ouch!"
Suddenly, the blue dragon's eyes turned scarlet, and it opened its bloody mouth, and its body twisted as it pounced towards the disciples of Lingyun Sect!
Everyone was horrified and stepped back.
Chen Yuan was caught in the middle, also looking panic-stricken, but his eyes were extremely calm. He stroked his storage bag, took out the Qianjun Axe Talisman, and prepared for a desperate fight.
Seeing this, Xu Changan was furious and said:
"How dare you act wild, you evil creature!"
He raised his hand and made a gesture. A stream of red light flew out and turned into a sword about ten feet long, which slashed towards the blue dragon!
The blue dragon was only a fourth-level monster, equivalent to a cultivator in the late foundation-building stage. It did not dare to take on the sword head-on, so it swung its body to avoid it.
boom!
The big knife chopped on the ground, creating a deep pit about ten feet in size. The earth and rocks on the walls melted as if they had been burned by a raging fire.
The smile on Jin Luoheng's face disappeared. He waved his sleeves and a Tai Chi diagram appeared in front of him. It shot out a beam of light mixed with black and white, which pinned the blue dragon firmly to the ground, making it unable to move.
"What do you mean, Brother Wei? Are you planning to attack my Lingyun Sect disciples?"
He stared at the middle-aged monk, the Tai Chi diagram slowly turning, and was ready to take action if they disagreed.
The middle-aged monk heard this and his face changed. He raised his hand and made hand gestures, and said in a low voice:
"How dare you do this, you evil creature!"
"Ouch!"
The blue dragon roared, his eyes turned blood red, and he rolled on the ground.
After a long time, the blue dragon finally calmed down, lying on the ground, opening its mouth wide, breathing heavily, saliva dripping, and corroding deep pits on the ground.
After the blue dragon was subdued, the old woman frowned and looked at the middle-aged monk:
“Brother Wei, what’s going on?” The middle-aged cultivator looked solemn. He took out a spirit beast bag, put the blue dragon away, and bowed solemnly to Xu Changan and Jin Luoheng:
"Please forgive me, fellow Taoists. I don't know why this beast suddenly went berserk. It was not my intention to target your disciples. After this trip to the secret realm, I will lock this evil dragon in my sect for ten years as a punishment."
No matter how big the grudge between him and Xu Changan is, it doesn't matter.
But if they attack the disciples of Lingyun Sect, it would be bullying the weak and would cause a fight between Wanshou Mountain and Lingyun Sect.
He could never bear this guilt.
Jin Luoheng and Xu Changan's expressions eased slightly after hearing this.
The Tai Chi diagram behind Jin Luoheng disappeared silently. Xu Changan snorted coldly, raised his hand, put away the red sword, and said coldly:
"Fellow Daoist Wei, take good care of your spirit beast. If it hurts any of our disciples, I will fight you to the death!"
He is now temporarily in charge of the sect. If anything happens to his disciples, it will be a huge loss of face, so he is extremely protective of his disciples.
The middle-aged monk knew that he was in the wrong, so he did not argue, but said seriously:
"Please rest assured, Fellow Daoist Xu, I have absolutely no such intention."
He said this sincerely, but a hint of doubt flashed in the depths of his eyes, and he quietly released his spiritual sense.
He planted a blood ban in the blue dragon's soul and could vaguely sense the blue dragon's emotional changes.
When the blue dragon went crazy just now, an extremely crazy desire to devour suddenly erupted from the depths of its soul, as if there were some delicious food hidden among the disciples of Lingyun Sect.
He scanned them carefully with his spiritual sense, but found that there was nothing special about these Lingyun sect disciples.
Could it be that the blue dragon had been trapped in the sect for too long and had not devoured a cultivator for a long time, so it went crazy when it suddenly escaped from the cage?
The middle-aged cultivator was puzzled, but in front of Xu Changan and Jin Luoheng, he dared not have any more thoughts and could only bury this doubt deep in his heart.
……
Seeing the middle-aged cultivator subdue the blue dragon, the frightened disciples of Lingyun Sect regained their composure, but their eyes towards the disciples of Wanshou Mountain showed deep disgust.
They did not dare to disrespect the middle-aged monk and could only vent their dissatisfaction on these disciples.
The disciples of Wanshou Mountain glared back without any courtesy, and some of them even made extremely provocative gestures.
Chen Yuan was in the crowd, watching all this silently. He put the talisman in his hand into the storage bag and broke out in a cold sweat.
Besides feeling scared, he also felt a little guilty for being so focused on preparing for the trip to the secret realm that he forgot about the Mountain of Ten Thousand Beasts.
This sect specializes in the art of taming beasts, so it makes sense that they can tame monsters to travel.
Fortunately, Xu Changan and Jin Luoheng stopped Lan Jiao, otherwise he would have been doomed.
Fortunately, the other three sects do not practice the art of taming beasts, so this kind of thing will not happen a second time.
Chen Yuan had a way to avoid the monsters in Dongxu Mountain, but he was powerless against the high-level monsters that came to his door.
After the journey to the secret realm is over, he must find a way to solve this problem, otherwise the monsters will go crazy when they see him, which will be too dangerous.
……
After the turmoil caused by the Blue Dragon passed, everyone continued to wait for the remaining disciples of the three sects.
Less than half an hour later, two huge boats came together, they were Guiyuan Sect and Mingyin Valley.
More than one hundred cultivators came down from Guiyuan Sect's giant boat, among them more than seventy Qi Refining disciples and the other thirty or so were formation masters.
Every time the secret realm of Dongxu Mountain is opened, a formation master needs to set up a large formation in order to take advantage of the loopholes in the restrictions and send disciples in.
Each time a formation is set up, one of the factions will provide the formation master, and the other factions will provide the formation materials. The materials are replaced every ten years, and it has been like this for thousands of years.
This year it is the turn of the formation master from Guiyuan Sect to set up the formation, and next time it will be the turn of the Tiangang Sword Sect.
Only forty-something people came to Mingyin Valley. The cultivation of this sect's skills requires Yin energy. In addition, the disciples of the sect have not seen the sun for a long time, so their faces are pale and indifferent, and they are wrapped in black robes, which makes them look sinister and unrighteous.
Each of the two sects also had two Jindan cultivators escorting their disciples. After greeting Jin Luoheng, Xu Changan, Taoist Ying Ting and other Jindan cultivators, they stood aside and waited quietly.
Time passed slowly, but the monk from Zi Yang Sect had not arrived yet.
Mo Jingchun showed impatience and whispered to Chen Yuan:
"The Ziyang Sect made the five sects wait for two hours last time. I wonder how long we have to wait this time."
Chen Yuan was also dissatisfied. He had no feelings towards Ziyang Sect, but he did not want to stay with the people from Wanshou Mountain, so he echoed:
"This faction is indeed domineering and does not take their fellow practitioners seriously at all."
After two hours, a purple light flashed across the sky and a huge ship slowly flew over from the east. The purple light shone brightly, dyeing all the clouds and mist purple, like a surging sea tide, and it looked like purple air coming from the east.
Seeing this, the Jindan cultivators from the five sects all showed displeasure on their faces. The handsome Taoist narrowed his eyes, and two sharp sword intent shot out from his eyes.
A moment later, a huge purple boat was suspended on the top of a barren mountain, and more than a hundred monks swooped down from the boat.
They were all wearing purple robes. The two leading men had strong spiritual auras on their bodies and were both Jindan cultivators.
One of them had black hair and beard, was about forty years old, had an elegant appearance, and wore a Taoist bun. He saluted the group of Jindan monks and said:
"Xie is late, please forgive me."
Everyone returned the greetings, but the handsome Taoist just sneered and stood still.
The Tiangang Sword Sect and the Ziyang Sect have an old grudge and have always been at odds with each other. The sword cultivator has a stubborn personality and he doesn't even bother to practice superficial techniques.
Jin Luoheng just smiled slightly and stood there without any greeting.
The elegant monk ignored the two of them, still smiling, and just greeted other Jindan monks.
The other Jindan cultivator beside him stared at Jin Luoheng and said word by word:
"Mr. Jin, how dare you show yourself in front of me?"
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(End of this chapter)