Cultivation of immortals, the beginning of cultivating demons for ten years

Chapter 101 Changying in Hands to Bind the Demon Dragon 】

"The Grand Commander Yuanying of Wuliu Mountain Villa has actually lost!"

"What is the origin of this devil? Even Zhenjun Yuanying can't do anything to him."

"Fuck, I have no complaints when I died on the way to the Immortal Ascension Conference. If I die at the hands of this unknown devil, I will..."

"What's the matter with you, the sky is falling and there is a tall one holding it up, and Wuliu Villa can still let the magic dragon destroy the Ascension to Immortals Conference."

"Don't worry, there will be immortals to deal with this monster. I will continue to climb, and I will surely win the list of 100 people."

"You have a big heart."

"Look around, I'm not the only one with big hearts."

After experiencing the initial fear and panic, many sons and daughters of the rivers and lakes chose to continue climbing.

For the chance of becoming a fairy, there is no need to be afraid of death, since you have no fear, then go ahead, as long as you have a breath, don't shrink back cowardly.

"Hey, wait for me."

The first group of people who continued to climb quickly led the second group, and then the third group.

There are nearly 300 million people, and only 100 people will get the chance to become immortals in the end. It depends on who can really put life and death aside and dare to risk their lives.

"None of the Nascent Soul True Monarch-level commanders are actually not the opponent of this demon dragon. Uncle, how did you get into trouble with such a powerful demon dragon?"

"Hey, it's a long story, let's talk about it with you when it's safe!"

After the war in the Great Zhou Dynasty temporarily stopped, Ji Huaishu and his junior Shi Shaochuan focused on the reconstruction of the Pokémon Academy.

In a small town, they re-hanged the plaque of the Pokémon Academy, looking around for Confucian cultivator seedlings with outstanding literary talents.

When sorting out the academy's classics, Ji Huaishu discovered that there was also a lineage of Confucianism cultivators in the Qingfu Dynasty who spread the knowledge of sages in the Qingfu Academy.

It turned out that when the Yanmao Academy was founded, the founding head of the academy left a hand and asked the first disciple to take over the Yanmao Academy as his successor, and the second disciple returned to his hometown Qingfu Dynasty to establish a branch.

After learning of this secret, Ji Huaishu was overjoyed. He asked his junior brother Shi Shaochuan to preside over the rebuilding work, while he traveled across mountains and rivers to the Qingfu Dynasty to find another lineage of the Wuyu Academy.

When anyone wanted to find the branch of Yanmao Academy, he encountered the magic army led by the magic dragon to attack the academy.

Ji Huaishu followed up in a fight in a daze, and the academy was finally defeated. His uncle ordered the monks of the academy to flee, and he himself used the bait to lure away the magic dragon.

Ji Huaishu finally saw the opportunity to rebuild the Pokémon Academy, how could he just watch his uncle die, so he fought and fled along the way.

It's a pity that although the uncle is a bachelor of literature and soul, but his literary rank is only blue and white jade literature, and the suppression of the magic dragon is negligible, and he is not as good as his white jade literature.

In the end, he was caught up by the magic dragon, if he hadn't met Brother Yan...

Brother Yan!

Ji Huaishu was startled, and hurriedly looked around for Yan Ping.

That demon dragon is so powerful, even though brother Yan has suet jade guts, he suppresses the demon dragon greatly, but there is a difference in realm, if he really angers the demon dragon, he might fall down. !
"Look, the sword fairy in white appeared again. He saved the Nascent Soul Commander, and raised his sword to kill the devil."

"White Sword Immortal, hey, the demon is so powerful, I don't know if this white-clothed Sword Immortal can defeat that demon!"

Sword Immortal in White!

It's Brother Yan!
Ji Huaishu looked up, and sure enough, he saw Yan Ping.

With the brisk wind on his feet, Yan Ping flew towards the sky, tapped his fingers with his right hand and flicked lightly, the 69 mutton fat jade flying swords shrank instantly, and recombined to form a long sword and fell into his hand.

The white clothes fluttered in the wind, and Yan Ping rushed towards the dragon with his sword.

"The number one scholar with a literary heart, even dares to fight me hand-to-hand, and seeks death."

The demon dragon sneered, and the red demon halberd danced wildly, throwing out hundreds of halberd blades.

Then he swooped down with a halberd.

[Demon Dragon, the peak of the first-order Demon Monarch]

[Evolution direction: poisonous attribute dragon, supernatural powers eroding bones and magical winds, supernatural powers falling down and raining...]

Bone Erosion Demonic Wind, the black wind that almost took away the Nascent Soul Commander just now turned out to be the supernatural power of the magic dragon, no wonder the Nascent Soul Commander was defeated.

The supernatural powers are falling into the rain.

Lost, this magical power should be aimed at the soul.

"Long Ying is holding the dragon in hand."

A rope composed of awe-inspiring energy appeared out of nowhere, volleyed in the air, scattered the attacking halberd blade, and then flew towards the sky, throwing it at the magic dragon.

"roll!"

Haoran Qi is the breath that the demon dragon hates the most, and he doesn't want it to get close. The demon dragon holds the red demon halberd in both hands and dances like a wind. Give it a hard shake.

A terrifying force spread along the rope, and the Haoran rope turned over like a giant python, swung its tail, and slammed the dragon fiercely.

Boom~~~~!

The magic dragon let out a muffled groan and was thrown into the air, his red eyes were full of shock.

This power, this power is definitely not the power that a Confucian monk can have.

"go with!"

Yan Ping threw the mutton fat jade long sword in his hand vigorously, and the long sword was released from his hand, drawing a glowing white trajectory in the air, and smashed on the head of the magic dragon with a bang.

A crack was directly cut out of the dragon's hard head, and half of the sword tip was stuck in the skull.

"Ah~~~~~~!"

The dragon was dizzy and rolled in the air in pain.

Yan Ping's feet were briskly blown by the wind, and he swung the majestic rope, entangled the dragon for acquaintance.

"Ang Ho~~!"

The magic dragon showed its real body thousands of feet away and tried to break free, but the mighty rope was designed to subdue evil spirits, and the more the magic dragon struggled, the tighter it became.

"Zi~", "Zi~", "Zi~", the sound of burning can be heard endlessly, the Haoran rope burns through the true essence of the dragon's bodyguard, directly into the flesh and blood.

roar~!

The magic dragon roared and roared, spewing out a black wind, and the bone-eroding magic wind blew across the thousand-zhang dragon's body like a tornado, trying to blow off the Haoran rope that was getting tighter and tighter.

Unfortunately, nothing happened.

This, this is definitely not the awe-inspiring aura that a top scholar of mutton fat jade can have.

Damn, what kind of monster is this white robe!
The dragon screamed in pain and kept rolling, Yan Ping nailed his feet firmly to the dragon's body, and tightened the Haoran rope with one hand, using his arm as the axis, tightened the Haoran rope, as if he wanted to strangle the dragon alive.

"Roar~~~!"

Tears of pain flowed from the dragon's eyes, and it rained heavily over Liu Ding's mansion in an instant.

"Human race, you forced me, supernatural powers, demon rain!"

Black Rain just appeared.

"Let's go."

Yan Ping flew up, dragged the dragon to a higher altitude, and finally got into the wind layer.

"What kind of monster are you!"

The demon dragon was filled with grief and indignation. There were no clouds and no water vapor in the wind layer. His supernatural power, the demon rain, disappeared immediately and could not be used at all.

"I, Dragon Slayer Warrior!"

After being promoted to Unyielding King Kong, Yan Ping can already walk freely in the wind.

Of course, it was limited to him who practiced Mountain Moving Fist, and the rest of the Unyielding King Kong would have to stay active in the Gangfeng Layer for a long time unless he broke through and entered the Pure Blood King Kong.

Move mountain boxing, re-train your body.

Yan Ping's physical strength at this time is no less than that of ordinary pure-blooded diamond-level martial artists.

To put it bluntly, it is more resistant to beating.

Yan Ping exuded a drop of blood from his fingertips, and the blood was dripping with gold in the red.

A drop of blood pierced the dragon's body directly.

"Ah, saint blood, you are a saint, no, no, you are a candidate for a saint!"

The magic dragon screamed in fear, his liver and gallbladder burst.

"Forgive me, sir, forgive me!"

(End of this chapter)