Cultivation Begins From The Desert

The fire dragon roared and the fire phoenix hissed.

In order to prove that they are stronger than the other, the creatures formed by the two flames attacked each other desperately under the control of their respective masters.

During the slaughter, Huolong and Huofeng both shrank again and again, from a few feet in length at the beginning, to less than ten feet, and at this time more than a quarter of an hour had passed since Zhou Yang and Zhao Yuanpu fought.

Half an hour's appointment has now passed a quarter of the time.

However, Zhao Yuanpu didn't seem to be in a hurry at all, and the old **** was still controlling the silver-purple fire phoenix and the golden fire dragon to fight, without using the second method.

He is not in a hurry, Zhou Yang is naturally more than happy to continue like this, it is best to be like this for half an hour.

It's just that that's clearly not realistic.

After about a quarter and a half of the fire fighting, the silver-purple fire phoenix controlled by Zhao Yuanpu suddenly let out a clear cry, turned into a long flame knife and slashed at the golden fire dragon, splitting the golden fire dragon into two pieces on the spot. cut.

And not waiting to find out that something was wrong, Zhou Yang manipulated the two fire dragons to repair and close them, and the long flame knife changed back to the form of a fire phoenix. He swallowed the smaller fire dragon in one bite, and Zhou Yang lost his right to it. That half of the dragon's induction.

When he saw this scene, he couldn't help laughing and said: "Zhao Dao has a great appetite, and he is not afraid to eat it all at once!"

Zhao Yuanpu laughed and said, "Haha, if Fellow Daoist Zhou has any tricks, you might as well use them."

"Then Daoyou Zhao will take a good look!"

Zhou Yang's face turned cruel, his mind moved, and the remaining half of the fire dragon suddenly shrank inward and condensed into a golden fireball the size of a fist, which shot straight towards the purple fire wind. .

Boom!

The sky-high explosive flames shone and rose from the sky, and the turbulent fire waves surged around, evaporating the clouds thousands of feet below, and the sky turned red for thousands of miles.

When the flames dissipated, there was no more flames in the sky.

Seeing this scene, Zhao Yuanpu shook his head with a wry smile and said, "Fellow Daoist Zhou is really ruthless. It seems that it is impossible for this old man to beat fellow Daoists in the flame supernatural power. How about a tie this time?"

"Just as Daoyou Zhao said it is."

Zhou Yang nodded slightly and said indifferently.

Zhao Yuanpu may have some ideas about proving the power of his sect's sect's magical powers, but he has no intention in this regard at all.

After all, there is no cultivation method for his [Ganyang True Fire], just to prove that this magical power is superior to other real fire magical powers, what's the point?

Seeing this, Zhao Yuanpu's face was slightly condensed, and he nodded slowly and said: "Since there is no difference between the winner and the loser, the old man can only rely on his cultivation to win Daoyou Zhou, Daoist friend, get ready!"

After he finished speaking, he waved his hand and took out a red-red token that was neither gold nor wood. On the token, a red-gold three-legged fire crow was lifelike, and then he struck a tactic against the token with both hands. The three-legged fire crow on the card immediately came to life, turning into a red-gold three-legged fire crow with a wingspan of several meters.

As soon as the red-gold three-legged fire crow appeared, the nearby fire-attribute heaven and earth auras automatically gathered towards it, and soon a sea of ​​fire formed around it.

"disease!"

With a low voice from Zhao Yuanpu's mouth, the three-legged fire crow made a "quack" cry, and with a single flap of its wings, a raging fire surged towards Zhou Yang.

This is different from the battle just now. Zhao Yuanpu will not have any more hands. Driven by the powerful mana of his late Nascent Soul cultivation, the three-legged fire crow, which was transformed by the sixth-order middle-grade magic weapon, is not powerful. It will be much worse than the body of a sixth-order high-grade demon king.

Not daring to be negligent, Zhou Yang hurriedly shouted and sacrificed his natal magic weapon, the Golden Pagoda of Ganyang, and went directly to suppress the three-legged fire crow that was riding the waves of the sea of ​​​​fire.

At the same time, the "golden light of subduing demons" appeared on his body, which directly inspired the [Evil Exorcism Treasure Clothes] he was wearing, releasing a thick layer of defensive golden light to protect himself in it.

In this way, he still felt unsafe, and mobilized the power of the [Ganyang Orb] to release the [Ganyang Sky Fire Cover] supernatural power.

He proved prescient in doing so.

I saw the three-legged fire crow opened its mouth and spit out a fiery red beam of light that smashed the golden pagoda that had collided in the air, and then slammed into Zhou Yang with a boundless fire tide.

Suddenly, even with the double protection inside and outside, Zhou Yang seemed to be hit by a meteor, his bones were about to fall apart, and he flew backwards uncontrollably.

The double protection he laid down was completely broken under this blow.

If it weren't for the special material of the [Evil Exorcism Clothing], his physical defense was also very strong. At this time, the clothes and flesh on his body might have been burnt and burned by the waves of fire carried by the three-legged fire crow.

It was also this blow that let Zhou Yang know that without using the [Vermilion Bird Fan], he and Zhao Yuanpu, a monk in the late Nascent Soul who held a powerful magic weapon, would be defeated.

A late Nascent Soul cultivator holding a sixth-order mid-grade magic weapon has the ability to easily break through his defenses. As long as he is hit by a defense breaker once, he will be severely injured, and it will be difficult to escape at that time.

After discovering this, he would naturally not continue to confront Zhao Yuanpu head-on, nor would he easily expose the trump card [Vermilion Bird Fan].

I saw that he immediately clenched his hands, golden light emerged from his feet, and his body instantly turned into a golden light and disappeared in place, thus avoiding the attack of a flying sword that hit the air.

The next moment, in the mid-air behind Zhao Yuanpu, dozens of miles away, the disappearing figure of Zhou Yang appeared.

And just after he showed his figure, he cast a spell again, and continued to turn into a golden light and escaped to other places.

After escaping three times in a row like this, his figure almost escaped Zhao Yuanpu's maximum range of divine consciousness.

But before he could continue to escape, Zhao Yuanpu's slightly surprised voice rang from his ears everywhere.

"It's a very delicate escape technique, but unfortunately it's a bit worse than [shrinking the ground into an inch]!"

I saw Zhao Yuanpu appearing out of nowhere in the air more than thirty miles away from Zhou Yang, as if emerging from nothingness. .

This kind of [shrinking the ground into an inch] magical power was displayed in the hands of the monks in the late Nascent Soul, and the distance of a hundred miles was a matter of one step, which was only half as good as the legendary [space teleportation] magical power.

"It's not that Zhou's [Longitudinal Golden Light] magical power is worse than [Shrinking the Earth into an Inch], but that Zhou has not yet cultivated this magical power to the home. If Zhou has cultivated this magical power to the realm of small success, Daoyou Zhao will do it today. Really can only eat ashes behind Zhou!"

Zhou Yang refuted Zhao Yuanpu's words in a deep voice, and with a flick of his sleeve, he shot three red-golden thunder beads towards Zhao Yuanpu, who was chasing after him.

Boom boom boom!

With the delay of the three [Xuantian Huo Leizhu], Zhou Yang once again used the [Longitudinal Golden Light] to drive a distance of hundreds of miles from Zhao Yuanpu.

But it didn't take long for Zhao Yuanpu to chase after him more than ten kilometers, and said in a relaxed tone in his ear: "It's useless, the mana consumed by this old man's [Shrink the Ground into an Inch] may be more than that of Zhou Daoyou's Escape Magic Ability. Great, but persisting for half an hour is not a problem, if Fellow Daoist Zhou wants to delay time in this way, it would be a miscalculation!"

"Since Daoyou Zhao is so confident, let's take a move from Zhou."

As Zhou Yang said that, when he lifted his palm, a purple-gold ring ruler appeared in his palm, and he threw it forcefully.

After a while, Zhao Yuanpu seemed to have discovered something extraordinary, his face changed greatly, and he hurriedly waved his sleeves and sacrificed a khaki orb, forming a thick layer of yellow light to protect himself in it.

That is, when he finished all this, a purple-golden ring ruler that was less than three feet long suddenly appeared from the top of his head and hit the yellow light shield under his cloth with a heavy blow.

Click!

The thick and full yellow light shield was directly broken by this small ring ruler, and in a burst of "click" cracking sound, it shattered into nothingness.

This time, Zhao Yuanpu was really taken aback, and he stopped chasing with a look of surprise on his face, looking at Zhou Yang with a faint hint of fear.

Although he noticed the abnormality of spatial fluctuations just now and made a correct response in time, he obviously underestimated the power of that purple-golden ruler, and was almost really hurt by it.

At this time, looking at the purple-gold ring ruler that was returned to Zhou Yang's hands, his face shook slightly, and he couldn't help but exclaimed in amazement: "Zhou Dao's friendly means, a good magic weapon, but this old man underestimates Dao friend!"

He has only one of the sixth-rank high-grade instruments on his body, and that is the natal instrument that he has cultivated for more than two thousand years.

Although the Shenhuo Palace is also considered a top sect, ordinary sixth-order magic tools are not uncommon, but there is no such sixth-order high-grade magic tool that can be passed down.

This has to be said to be the regret of the entire Shenhuo Palace!

"It made Daoyou Zhao laugh. His cultivation base is shallow. Even if he has a good magic weapon in his hand, he cannot exert his full power. I am really ashamed of this treasure!"

Zhou Yang glanced at the purple-gold ring ruler in his hand, shook his head slightly and sighed, but there was no sign of pride.

[Zijin Qiankun Ruler] As a sixth-rank high-grade magic weapon, of course, it is not only the current power, but his cultivation is not enough to allow this magic weapon to show its full power.

The same is true of the sixth-rank high-grade flying sword [Qingluan Sword] in Jiang Fengxian's hands.

If he had the cultivation of Zhao Yuanpu in the late Nascent Soul, the one foot just now would definitely not only be able to break through the protection that Zhao Yuanpu hastily put up, but hit him directly on the head, blowing his head all at once.

Zhao Yuanpu also understood this truth, so he immediately said with a serious face: "I was careless just now, and then fellow Daoists really have to be careful, the old man will start to go all out!"

After he finished speaking, he was not busy attacking, but first raised his hand and pointed at the yellow orb, causing it to release a strong yellow light to cover him, and gradually turned into a yellow light armor and put it on himself.

Then he opened his mouth and sprayed, and a crimson flame flew out of his mouth, turning into a crimson flag and falling into his hands.

This crimson flag is his natal magic weapon [Liuyang Shenhuo Fan].

"disease."

I saw him toss the small red flag in his hand, and with one hand, the flag rose to several meters high in the blink of an eye, and on the triangular red silk flag, one by one golden runes flashed with aura. , intertwined to outline a pattern of flames.

Then Zhao Yuanpu stretched out one hand, grabbed the flagpole and waved it vigorously, and a surging fire broke out on the flag surface, condensed into a thick red beam of light and shot towards Zhou Yang.

At this time, Zhou Yang had already sacrificed the [Haoyang Treasure Mirror] that was obtained from the Xiuxian Realm in the extreme west.

Seeing the red beam of light coming, he immediately pointed at the purple-red bronze mirror in mid-air, and the surface of the bronze mirror also spewed out rich purple-red firelight, which condensed into a purple flame beam and intercepted the red-colored beam head-on. beam of light.

The two flame beams collided in mid-air, and the red beam quickly gained the upper hand, scattering the impact of the purple flame beam until it was completely defeated.

But blocked by the purple flame beam, most of the power of the red beam was also consumed, and then it was blasted away by a large khaki-yellow seal.

"It's two more sixth-order mid-grade instruments!"

Zhao Yuanpu's complexion changed slightly, and he looked at the bronze mirror and the big seal in the air with surprise, and a trace of envy and jealousy couldn't help but rise in his eyes.

He is a dignified cultivator in the late Nascent Soul, and he is in charge of a top sect. If it is not the natal magic weapon, there are only one sixth-order middle-grade magic weapon and two sixth-rank low-grade magic tools in his hands. The sixth-order mid-grade magic weapon [Golden Crow Shenhuo Ling] is still the inheritance of the sect, not his own.

Now Zhou Yang, a cultivator in the early Nascent Soul who has just conceived a baby for less than a hundred years, has already shown the magic weapon to crush him in terms of quality and quantity, which makes him not envious and jealous.

You must know that he has practiced for more than 2,500 years, and has been born for more than 1,800 years!

He was in a state of excitement for a while, and couldn't help but said in a sour tone: "Young Daoist Zhou has so many magical tools, and the quality of the tools is really enviable, but no matter how good the tools are, it depends on whether the person who uses them can cultivate or not. Demonstrating its power, Daoyou Zhou's cultivation is still a bit worse!"

After he finished speaking, he seemed to feel that he had lost his demeanor, and he laughed at himself again: "Hehehe, it seems that this old man's state of mind is not as strong as he thought, but after seeing so many treasures in Daoyou Zhou's hands, he couldn't bear it. Live the greed."

He was able to say this openly, but it made Zhou Yang have a good impression of him, and he couldn't help but nodded and said: "Zhao Daoyou is right, Zhou's cultivation base is indeed a little worse, but these treasures are dusted. ."

"Okay, time is running out, Fellow Daoist Zhou, let's continue the tricks!"

Zhao Yuanpu suddenly stopped talking, and violently waved the red flag in his hand. Immediately, a dazzling fire burst out from the flag, turning into red fireballs the size of water tanks and blasting towards Zhou Yang in turn.

Immediately afterwards, the [Golden Crow Divine Fire Order], which had even broken Zhou Yang's two layers of protection, also turned into a three-legged fire crow and rushed towards Zhou Yang under his envoy.

At the same time, he also pinched the sword art with both hands, and a red flying sword turned into a bright sword rainbow under the drive of his sword art and flew around Zhou Yang, blocking Zhou Yang's escape route.

In this way, he didn't give up, opened his mouth again, and spewed out a large cloud of silver-purple [Sanwei Shenhuo], which turned into a huge fire phoenix with a wingspan of more than ten meters and rushed towards Zhou Yang.

What's more, when Zhou Yang's face changed greatly and he was busy dealing with his offensive, he was still chanting and preparing for another powerful spell.

"Make it for me!"

Zhou Yang shouted, a talisman in his hand flew out, turned into a golden seal, and fixed the red sword rainbow first.

Then he made another tactic, driving the [Thick Earth Sealing Heaven Seal] to suppress the three-legged fire crow.

In the end, he himself moved directly into the natal magic weapon [Ganyang Golden Pagoda], and used the powerful body of this magic weapon to resist the attacks of the countless fireballs and the [Sanwei Shenhuo].

Boom boom boom!

The red fireballs the size of the water tank bombarded the golden pagoda in turn, slamming the golden pagoda several meters high, shaking incessantly in mid-air like a boat undulating in the waves.

However, Zhao Yuanpu keenly found that the power of the fireball explosion was weakened by 20% for no reason after it touched the tower.

Not only the power of the fireball explosion was weakened, but even after the fire phoenix transformed by the [Sanwei Shenhuo] slammed on the golden pagoda, facing the burning of the raging flames, the golden pagoda also showed extremely powerful fire resistance. Attributes did not have the effect Zhao Yuanpu expected.

"Hmph, it depends on how long you can last with your shrunken tortoise!"

He snorted coldly, pushed the knot with one hand forward, and the spell that had been prepared was cast directly.

I saw a huge fire cloud quickly formed above his head, and then driven by his magic, the fire cloud surging in the sky, and soon split into three groups automatically, forming three huge fireballs as large as houses in the wriggling movement towards Zhou Yang. shoot away.

It can be clearly seen that Zhao Yuanpu's face was slightly pale after he performed this spell, and his chest rose and fell sharply. Obviously, even if he performed this powerful spell, it would consume a lot of energy and it would be difficult to perform it continuously.

But in Zhao Yuanpu's opinion, the price is worth it. He doesn't believe that Zhou Yang can resist the attack of his own natal magic weapon with only a sixth-rank low-grade magic weapon pagoda, and he can also stop this sixth-rank middle-grade magic weapon. The bombardment of [Sky Fire Meteor Burst].

Three fireballs as huge as houses pierced through the sky, slamming down with long tail flames like real meteors, and the sight changed.

The real Qingyang, who was fighting on the outside of the battlefield, saw this scene and clenched his fists, looking at Zhou Yang nervously and worriedly.

From Dou Fa to now, Zhao Yuanpu's strength has far exceeded Qingyang's ability to deal with the real person's strength. Now he can only hope that Zhou Yang can create another miracle and survive this last less than a quarter of an hour.

Boom!

The earth-shattering sound of the explosion resounded through the sky. At this moment, all beings within a radius of thousands of kilometers centered on the battlefield heard the roar from the nine heavens and saw the explosion in the sky that was brighter than the sun.

Countless monsters and wild beasts suddenly ran wild as a result, desperately fleeing in the direction away from the rising fire, and even formed dozens of small-scale beast tides.

This is very hard for those cultivators who are adventurous in the wild jungle. Of course, they know that the explosion was caused by the great power of the Nascent Soul period fighting in the "Nine Heavenly Territory", and based on the distance judgment, it will not have any effect on themselves, and Don't panic.

However, the beasts and savage beasts ran away and fled, and the small-scale beast tide caused by this directly put them in danger. If they were unlucky, they were crushed by the beast tide on the spot, leaving no bones behind!

It's just that the elephants fight, obviously they don't care what the ants think, and Zhao Yuanpu and Zhou Yang don't care whether their fight will affect other monks.

What's more, Zhou Yang's current situation does not allow him to think about this.

When it was, under the bombardment of the three house-like fireballs, he, who was hiding in the [Qianyang Golden Pagoda], was directly blown out of the tower.

It's not that the [Qianyang Golden Pagoda] was destroyed by the explosion, but that after the magical weapon was attacked by a damage beyond the limit, the spiritually damaged directly restored its original shape and returned to his body, and it could not be summoned again in a short time. battle.

He himself also suffered great backlash damage and suffered no minor internal injuries.

Fortunately, when he came out of the tower, the explosion had passed, and the damage he suffered after he came out was only the flame impact damage caused by the aftermath of the explosion.

He shouted loudly in the midst of the sea of ​​​​fire, and instantly transformed into a half-dragon and half-human form with the [Blue Dragon Transformation] magical power.

And it was almost the next breath that he had just transformed, and the fireball released by Zhao Yuanpu's natal magic weapon [Six Yang Shenhuo Fan] struck again, covering him in it.

Boom boom boom!

Amidst the roar of explosions ~www.wuxiamtl.com~ Zhou Yang's tall and sturdy body abruptly tore apart the sea of ​​flames and appeared outside.

The blue-gold dragon scales on his body were slightly damaged in the explosion just now, and black scars appeared in many places on his body, but the fighting spirit on his body was unprecedentedly strong.

"Zhou also has a trick to ask Daoyou Zhao to taste it!"

Zhou Yang opened his mouth wide, revealing sharp dragon teeth, and grinned at Zhao Yuanpu, who was looking at him in surprise, and then quickly formed a seal with his hands and performed some kind of secret technique.

Suddenly, the sound of the dragon roaring into the sky rose from his body along with the rich blue-gold aura, and quickly formed a blue-gold dragon-headed giant blade between the illusory and the real above his head.

"Cang...long...crack...empty...cut!"

He couldn't tell whether it was a voice of excitement or pain, and it spit out word by word from Zhou Yang's mouth intermittently. The dragon scales on his face opened and closed, similar to a dragon's vertical pupil staring at the boss, and his hands were extremely labored. Jieyin pushed towards Zhao Yuanpu.

In an instant, as if a certain Xuan was broken, the blue-golden dragon-headed giant blade that appeared on Zhou Yang's head suddenly let out a passionate dragon roar, and suddenly disappeared in place.

In the next instant, the giant blue-gold dragon-headed blade appeared directly in front of Zhao Yuanpu, whose complexion changed greatly, and slashed directly at him!

"Tear!"

With the sound of something being torn apart, Zhao Yuanpu, whose face was full of anger and fear, suddenly appeared dozens of feet away.

"Brother Zhao!"

"Big elder!"

Outside the battlefield, the Yuanying cultivators Wei Qi and Deng Zhenren of Shenhuo Palace both exclaimed in exclamations, their expressions changed drastically.

And the place they looked at was the same place, that was where Zhao Yuanpu's right arm, which had been broken shoulder to shoulder, was bleeding profusely.

ps: No more in the early morning at night, I will update it tomorrow