Chapter 374 Hope and Survival

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, creating a hazy atmosphere, adding a sense of mystery to it. The cloud platform can only be compared to a claw in front 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 completely ignored Yu Changsheng 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 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, like a tide, swept through the mind of True Lord Phantom Dragon at this moment.

"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 Huan Long'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 twisted 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, and you can be careful with the rest."

In the interior scene, after the black turtle gave a tired explanation, he huddled up into a ball and slowly closed his beast eyes. 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 masters and the True Lord of the Purple 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, clenched the sword in his hand, and then used a little magic power to slash at the opponent, 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 in this calamity!

"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 poor 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 someone like you who has no longevity." There is nothing better than having too many true gentlemen.”

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 kept watching the nine-pecking needle flash by, 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, his advantages of talent and spiritual roots gradually weakened, and what he needed more was opportunity!

Cultivating immortals, cultivating immortals, wealth, law, companions, and land, the Wanxiang Sect barely occupies one piece of land.

He also wanted to go out, go out of the five continents of the East Wilderness, and go to more distant places to find opportunities, but at that time he was already the strongest in the sect, and he had to suppress the scoundrels in Wuzhou and let the disciples develop with the sect, just like the master who protected him from the wind and rain.

So in the end he was trapped here and died. After reaching the peak of the Purple Mansion, he could not go further, and the so-called transformation of the spirit could not even touch the threshold.

Now think about it, the state of transformation of the spirit is just an unattainable dream.

"The person I admire most in my life is Brother Cao, but it's a pity that I didn't live in the same era as him and didn't see his swordsmanship that amazed thousands of people, otherwise my swordsmanship and swordsmanship might be able to go further."

Yuan Menghua was sad.

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

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

After all, he was a genius who was unrivaled in the history of Wanxiang Sect. The method he created made the Daoism of Yujian Peak and Yushou Peak reach a higher level. If he breaks through to the level of God Transformation, he will be the only one in the five continents of Donghuang.

"What a pity."

"God Transformation is beyond my reach."

"Wanxiang Sect is sad about this disaster. Please forgive me, my ancestors, for not being able to lead the sect to glory again."

Yuan Menghua held the sword, his heart was dead.

He had already felt his own powerlessness, and it seemed that he saw the end of Wanxiang Sect's demise in this disaster.

"Hahaha, why bother to live 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 it was the peak of Zifu, whose life span was approaching, he would have to use a lot of methods, and he would even have to be seriously injured before he could kill it.

But the peak of Zifu, who was as dead as a ash, would be much easier to deal with.

"Bang!"

Fire splashed.

Yuan Menghua blocked the attack of the Nine Pecking Needles. His spiritual sense saw many Wanxiang Sect disciples being bullied and killed. He was sad, but he couldn't change the outcome.

As for Wei Lao, he was injured for a long time. Even if he could kill the two Purple Mansion True Lords, the Wanxiang Sect disciples were killed by other cultivators. Only one of them survived, and the Wanxiang Sect was in name only.

Relying on the Purple Mansion, it is impossible to rebuild the Wanxiang Sect and revive it, so the disciples are the hope of the sect's future.

"Hmm?"

Yuan Menghua's eyes, which were as hopeless as death, suddenly brightened.

"That's Wei Lao's disciple. Didn't he lead the Huanlong True Lord away? Why?"

"The Huanlong True Lord is gone, and he appears here. Could it be..."

"He killed a Purple Mansion?!"

Yuan Menghua was shocked. (End of this chapter)