Chapter 1221: Fishing in a Dry Pond
Wang Wuqing sneered and said, "You are the ones who deserve to die!"
The nine-headed puppet beast looked around with aura, rotated and moved, and soon formed a formation, trapping the two monks in it. Various attacks soon appeared, and the two Yuanying monks were overwhelmed. Although they had spiritual treasures, they were useless. The nine-headed puppet itself had strong defense. Wang Hao also refined the golden willow soft jade into it, and its recovery ability was amazing. The opponent had no way to deal with it!
The low-level monks in Guangyuan Realm saw this and launched attacks one after another. The dense magic aura hit the formation formed by the puppet beast, trying to rescue the two Yuanying monks!
Wang Wuqing sneered, opened his mouth, and a red spiritual fan flew out. With a light fan, the sky became hot, and fireballs suddenly appeared, beating the Guangyuan monks to pieces!
The screams continued, and the Guangyuan monks fell down like cutting wheat!
At this moment, a golden aura appeared in the sky and struck Wang Wuqing like lightning!
At the same time, another red spiritual light flew out from the Tianlan camp, heading towards the golden spiritual light!
"Fellow Daoist, are you going to break the rules? We should not interfere in the competition between the juniors. If you feel like itching to do something, I can play with you!"
Zhuque Zhenjun appeared and said lightly. As Wang Hao's master, he would be behind Wang Hao's daughter to prevent the other party from using dirty tricks.
The Tianlan Dongli coalition had a total of seven gods, but Wang Hao and Luo Ying were gone. There were only five of them left, and their strength was far inferior to that of the Guangyuan Realm cultivators.
Fortunately, the Guangyuan Realm was unstable internally, and they were afraid that they would die together. The war continued to this day, and their losses were not great!
However, Tianji Lao Ren and other Dongli cultivators had gradually become dissatisfied. If Wang Hao did not come back, he might not be able to suppress it!
The golden spiritual light stopped in the distance, and an old man in a golden robe appeared in the air, with a slightly angry look on his face, "We admit defeat in today's battle, please let my nephew go back!"
"You are joking, there is no such thing as admitting defeat in the battle between you and me. So far, my Tianlan has lost 17 Yuanying cultivators, and you have never held back!"
Zhuque Zhenjun put his hands behind his back and spoke in a calm tone.
"Do you... really want to make a mortal enemy with my Qianyang Zhao family?" The old man in the golden robe was furious. His nephew was extraordinary and was the hope of the Zhao family. The Guangyuan Sect was about to split, and he could not allow the loss of such an outstanding clan member!
"Haha, your nephew was very arrogant just now. He was not as skilled as others, so he should pay the price. Or should I say that this price should be borne by you?" Zhuque Zhenjun did not give in. The other party wanted to save his nephew with a few words, which was simply a dream!
At this moment, the nine-headed puppet beast was still attacking, and two screams came from the formation.
The old man in the golden robe suddenly looked anxious and said, "I have a magic treasure here. How about exchanging it for my nephew's life?"
His tone was no longer as tough as before, and he was pleading!
Zhuque Zhenjun thought for a while and nodded in agreement. The large-scale losses of the cultivators in the two worlds were still in the initial stage of the war. In the current siege stage, both sides rarely kill each other.
The cultivators in Guangyuan Realm wanted to preserve their strength and divide up the territory of the sect. Tianlan also took advantage of the situation and took the opportunity to breathe. Otherwise, the Zhao family would not have sent the most qualified Yuanying cultivator to train!
The old man in the golden robe immediately threw a long-handled magic weapon with two rings on one end to Zhuque Zhenjun. After Zhuque Zhenjun confirmed that the magic weapon was correct, he shouted to Wang Wuqing: "Wuqing, let Zhao Xiaoyou go!"
"Yes, Master," Wang Wuqing responded, and with a spell, the puppet formation cracked an exit, and a middle-aged man with scars was ejected!
The man looked at the situation in the field, and he didn't know that he was redeemed, and he was immediately ashamed!
"Waste, what are you still standing there for, come back quickly!" The old man in the golden robe shouted angrily, stretched out his hand and pulled the Zhao family cultivator to the front.
"Fellow Daoist Zhuque, we will meet again in the future. I will come to learn from your high skills in the future!" After that, he waved his sleeves and disappeared in the sky.
As for the other Nascent Soul cultivator, it had nothing to do with him, so he was too lazy to rescue him.
This is the current situation of Guangyuan Realm. Such things of standing aside and watching or even secretly pushing are not uncommon.
Not long after the golden-robed old man left, the Tianlan monks completely wiped out the Guangyuan Realm monks here. They cleaned up the battlefield and left!
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On the endless sea, the sky was gray, and a hundred-foot flying boat quickly crossed the sky. Wang Hao and others stood on the deck with a serious look on their faces!
"Liu Li, why is it so difficult to encounter even a third-level monster in this sea, and there is no fourth-level monster at all? Is this sea so barren?" Luo Ying frowned and asked. This situation is impossible in Tianlan Realm. Except for those places with thin spiritual energy, third-level monsters are still easy to encounter!
Liu Li is the real name of Beiming Sanren. He got the name of Beiming Sanren after he became a Yuanying monk. He originally wanted to call him Benming Zhenjun, but he thought of his identity and couldn't be too ostentatious, so he changed Zhenjun to Sanren!
"Reporting to the senior, after the unification of the sect, the human race and the demon race united, and generally the demon beast tribes with a god-transforming ancestor in charge were forbidden to be hunted. Later, it was further expanded to all demon beasts, but only those above the third level were restricted. Those below the third level could be hunted at will! However, the third-level demon beasts sometimes hurt people, so the sect later kept them all in captivity and raised them into spiritual beasts."
"Oh, so Guangyuan has a powerful army of spirit beasts, but why haven't I seen them?" Luo Ying asked.
"I don't know about this junior. Maybe spirit beasts are often very large and can't pass through the space channel?" Liu Li shook his head!
"Raise them all as spirit beasts, but what do these spirit beasts eat? Do you have so many spirit creatures in Guangyuan to feed them?" Wang Hao asked with some curiosity. Monster beasts prey on each other in nature. If they are all kept in captivity and the reproduction rate is not controlled, it is impossible to do it.
"Feed with spirit fish, spirit fish eat spirit clams, and spirit clams only need some seaweed to survive!"
"That's not enough, unless you turn all the sea areas into fisheries!"
"Yes, what the senior said is right. This problem has also occurred. Later, the sect only kept some spirit beasts with strong combat power or special value, and some weak races were killed and turned into resources!"
Wang Hao was stunned when he heard this. It was really cruel. The part mentioned by Liu Li was probably a large part!
Guangyuan Realm has cultivated so many Jindan and Yuanying cultivators, and the demand for magic tools, talismans, and elixirs is huge. Not only have they plundered all the secret realms, but they have also not spared these monsters without "backers"!
"Selfish and stupid, Guangyuan Realm's group of Shenhua cultivators are willing to overdraw the power of the whole world for their own sake, and fish in a dry pond. It will take at most a thousand years. When all the high-level cultivators in Guangyuan Realm die, this world will surely fall!"
Luo Ying couldn't help but curse.