Chapter 287 Desperate Situation
The scene from a hundred years ago seemed to appear before his eyes again.
Back then, he was defeated after the poisonous dragon showed its original form. His magic power was almost shattered. He went back to retreat and recuperated for several years before he finally recovered.
"Go." The flames in the sky gathered together, forming a huge fireball, which smashed towards the poisonous dragon.
Seeing the huge fireball, the poisonous dragon also showed a trace of solemnity in his eyes. Although he was full of confidence in the strength of his body, if he was really hit by an intermediate spell, he would also be in unbearable pain, and if he was not careful, he would be seriously injured.
Intermediate spells are almost the ultimate spells in this world. Unless you kill the few remaining high-level monsters of their monster race, you may get the seal of advanced spells, but the probability is also extremely low.
As far as the poisonous dragon knows, the number of transformed demon cultivators who have practiced advanced magic in the demon source will never exceed the number of palms, so for human cultivators, the difficulty of obtaining a seal of advanced magic is no less than that of refining a top-grade magic weapon.
Of course, the power of intermediate magic in the hands of the cultivators in the early stage of the Nascent Soul is also amazing. Once the huge fireball condensed by the flames in the sky is hit, even if the poisonous dragon is confident in its body, it dare not try it easily.
The "Poison Dragon Black Flame Spear" surrounding him suddenly grew several times larger, burning with blazing black flames, and shot straight at the huge fireball.
"Boom." With a loud bang, the black flames and flames mixed together, exploded, and turned into a stream of light that scattered and disappeared.
The poisonous dragon's eyes flashed with a cold light, and shot towards the Qishan Patriarch. The single claw unexpectedly stretched several feet strangely and grabbed the face of the Qishan Patriarch.
The face of Qishan Patriarch, who looked like a baby, was pale and bloodless. He pointed at the two Blood-Transforming Divine Swords from a distance, and the two bloody swords immediately slashed at the poisonous dragon from the left and right.
The poisonous dragon rolled over and actually grabbed one of the Blood-Transforming Divine Swords directly, but the other seemed to cut on his body, and the fine scales were also cut open with a gap of about a foot long, from which the bright red blood seeped out.
In pain, the poisonous dragon's tail suddenly pulled out. When Qishan Patriarch saw the dark afterimage, he almost instinctively merged the Soft Fire Spiritual Shield into one and blocked it in front of him.
"Boom." With a loud noise, the red spiritual light on the Soft Fire Spiritual Shield had dimmed and was almost invisible. This time, Qishan Patriarch was swept away dozens of feet again, and a trace of blood could not help but flow out of the corner of his mouth.
This was still the Soft Fire Spiritual Shield, which absorbed most of the impact force. The remaining force hit the body of Qishan Patriarch when the Soft Fire Spiritual Shield was knocked away, causing him to be slightly injured due to the vibration of his breath.
A fierce look flashed on Qishan Patriarch's face. He pointed at the Blood-Transforming Divine Sword held by the poisonous dragon from a distance. The Blood-Transforming Divine Sword suddenly spit out blood light, and a large number of sparks burst out on the poisonous dragon claw.
But the poisonous dragon claw was extremely strong, and no matter how the Blood-Transforming Divine Sword cut it, it could not break free.
Qishan Patriarch held one palm upright in front of his chest, slightly closed his eyes, and remembered the obscure spell in his mouth. Above his head, a large blood-red net gradually condensed into shape.
Seeing this blood-red net, the poisonous dragon couldn't help but exclaimed: "Monster Binding Net?"
This "Monster Binding Net" is not a magic weapon, but a secret magic power. Through the spell, one can condense one's own magic power into silk threads and weave it into a spiritual light net, which is specially used to trap and block the enemy, and because this demon binding net is connected with one's own magic power.
Once covered by the demon binding net, if you want to break it, either the person who casts the demon binding net is willing to take the initiative to withdraw the secret technique, or break free and let the person who casts the demon binding net run out of mana. Apart from this, there is almost no other way.
Of course, there is another way, which is to directly break the demon binding net through sharp magic weapons or spiritual treasures, but this method is nine out of ten impossible, because the demon binding net is woven with spiritual power silk, and it is connected with the cultivator's own mana.
Unless the demon binding net is completely cut open with one blow, it is useless to just cut a few threads of the net, because the previous one has just been cut open, and it will be restored to its original state the next moment.
A huge red net of more than 100 feet long gradually condensed into shape, accompanied by the voice of Qishan Patriarch, "Go."
The huge red net went straight to the poisonous dragon, and it was in front of the poisonous dragon in almost a flash. This demon-binding net was not only tough, but also extremely fast because it was made of spiritual power silk, almost reaching the level of teleportation.
The poisonous dragon just became alert and wanted to dodge away, but the red net had already covered it, wrapping most of the body of the poisonous dragon tightly.
Qishan Patriarch showed a hint of joy on his face. This "demon-binding net" magical power was bought at an auction at a huge price. It took him half a century to practice it. He always regarded it as a trump card and did not intend to show it easily.
However, this poisonous dragon was too difficult to deal with and extremely powerful. His soft fire spirit shield could not resist his physical attack, so he could only use this secret technique.
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After leaving Ziyang Fairy City for nearly a hundred miles, Xiao Lin did not sense that anyone was chasing him, and his face showed a little joy.
As long as I can escape to a place a hundred miles away, I think I can get rid of the spiritual lock. Then the sky will be high and the sea will be vast, and I can roam freely.
Xiao Lin has made up his mind to return to Dancao Mountain and stay in seclusion. He was frightened this time. He has been very cautious since he started practicing Taoism. He dared not offend even Jindan cultivators easily, but he never thought that he would be targeted by Yuanying old monster.
In his opinion, this is simply a suicidal act. Although he guessed that the reason why he was targeted by Yuanying old monster was mostly because he got the first chapter of Bu Tian Jing from the Langhuan chess game.
It is really a crime of holding a treasure even if he is innocent. What makes Xiao Lin depressed is that he did not get the first chapter of Bu Tian Jing voluntarily, but was forced into him by the Langhuan chess game. If he knew that getting the first chapter of Bu Tian Jing would offend a Yuanying old monster.
Xiao Lin would rather not have this scripture.
At this point, he couldn't do it even if he wanted to. He lost a lot of blood twice in a row. Even with the supplement of Xueyang Dan, Xiao Lin's face turned pale.
Suddenly, Xiao Lin's pale face turned even paler. He turned his head and saw a ball of golden light flying towards him at an astonishing speed. It was less than a hundred feet behind him in the blink of an eye.
Xiao Lin's face suddenly showed fear. Without thinking, he shook his hand and slapped the bag on his waist. Several top-grade magic tools flew out of the bag with various colors of spiritual light, and then rushed towards the golden light.
"Clang clang clang." These top-grade magic tools had not really touched the body of the golden light. Just under the irradiation of the golden light, the spiritual light dissipated and flew down.
Seeing this scene, Xiao Lin's face turned pale and his eyes showed despair. He naturally understood that the magic tool in the golden light should be the magic weapon driven by the Yuanying ancestor.
Facing such an attack, how could he, a small foundation-building cultivator, resist it?
Suddenly, Xiao Lin had a flash of inspiration in his mind, and a half of the black broken blade flew out of his storage bag and floated in front of Xiao Lin. Xiao Lin directly sprayed a mouthful of blood on it, and then poured the mana in his body into the broken blade frantically.
"Buzz." After being infused with Xiao Lin's blood and huge mana, a faint white light flashed on the broken blade.
At this moment, Xiao Lin was completely desperate, and the mana in his dantian was poured into the broken blade as if it was free. The black rust on the surface of the broken blade began to fall off, revealing the snow-white blade inside.
As if afraid that the power was not enough, Xiao Lin sprayed out a mouthful of blood again. After this mouthful of blood, Xiao Lin felt dizzy in his sea of consciousness, but he knew that now was not the time to faint.
He bit the tip of his tongue fiercely, and the severe pain immediately swept away Xiao Lin's sleepiness.
He hurriedly took out two jade bottles from his bag, one containing Qi Yuan Dan and the other containing Xue Yang Dan. Xiao Lin didn't even look at how much was in there, and poured them into his mouth.
"Go." Xiao Lin snorted coldly, and the white broken blade suddenly disappeared with a "hum~" sound.
At this time, Xiao Lin finally saw what the golden light was. It was a huge golden net. When it was still 20 or 30 feet away from him, it suddenly stretched out, covering a range of 100 feet, and covered Xiao Lin's head.
Xiao Lin looked at the golden net, and despair appeared on his face. The broken blade was his most powerful attack method now, but facing the magic weapon of the Yuanying ancestor, he didn't think that the broken blade could resist it.
On the contrary, it was a high probability event that he would be covered by this golden net and captured alive.
And from the magic weapon aura on the golden net, Xiao Lin could imagine that once he was covered by this golden net, even if he didn't die, he would probably lose a layer of skin.
"Buzz." A ball of white light suddenly shot out from the broken blade and shot into Xiao Lin's body. Xiao Lin's face suddenly showed horror, but before he could figure out the reason, the ball of white light wrapped around his body and turned into a white knife light, heading towards the golden net.
"No way, are you going to deliver it to me?" A speechless expression flashed across Xiao Lin's desperate face. He had originally thought of blocking the golden net with the broken blade, at least to buy himself some time to get rid of the golden net's coverage.
Now, the broken blade actually pulled him directly and took the initiative to go forward. No matter how he looked at it, Xiao Lin's mind only flashed four words: "You're caught in a trap."
When a white knife light was still ten feet away from the golden net, it suddenly accelerated. If someone was standing next to it at this time, they would see that the white knife light that wrapped around Xiao Lin turned into a piece of white light in an instant and disappeared suddenly.
The next moment, Xiao Lin was horrified to see that he had passed through the golden net and appeared in the void of more than ten feet behind the golden net. The half of the broken blade was still flashing with a white light, quietly floating beside Xiao Lin.