After the ascent failed

Chapter 815 Flood Transformation
The person who flew out of Storm Valley was none other than Ye Chunyang.

Seeing that he actually led the ancient beast out, Tie Xiazi, Yan Qiuxue and others couldn't help being shocked.You must know that the environment in this storm valley is already dangerous, and this beast is a sixth-level existence. While resisting the sand and dust in the valley, you have to deal with this beast alone.

Is this "Chang Mo" supernatural power really so powerful?

Ye Chunyang, who rushed out of Stormwind Valley with his sword light in mid-air, heard Wu Lingzi's voice, and immediately looked in the direction of the four of them.

It looked very calm there, without any other fluctuations, but it seemed that they should have arranged the positive and negative immortal formations of the Great Sumeru Nine Palaces.

Ye Chunyang turned his head and glanced at the angry Mo Jiao, and started to fly away without thinking.

A rainbow light flashed in midair, and Ye Chunyang instantly appeared among them.

The seven-leaf blood lotus was captured, and Mo Jiao was already very angry, and at this time, Ye Chunyang was not chased, and his heart was burning with anger, and he immediately roared and chased after him.

"Shhhhhh!"

At this moment, the beam of light in the desert soared into the sky, and complex and mysterious formations appeared, centering on the place where Mo Jiao was, the void was constantly distorted.

Mo Jiao looked to the side, his eyes flashed with fright and anger, and he saw a magic circle covering it, and the surrounding space was completely sealed off.

The magic circle fell, and Mo Jiao was suddenly trapped. It roared furiously, its huge body twisted crazily, and a terrifying breath permeated from its body, causing distorted cracks to appear in the surrounding void.

But as Mo Jiao struggled, formation flags suddenly flew out in all directions, and at the same time, several figures flashed out respectively.

Headed by Wu Lingzi, Tie Xiazi and the others respectively waved the array flags, mana poured into them continuously, and immediately, countless illusory portals appeared around Mo Jiao, like the gates of the void, directly trapping him inside.

While roaring, Mo Jiao kept slapping his sharp claws towards the portals, but soon he was shocked to find that these portals actually possessed the mysterious power of transformation. As soon as he poked out his sharp claws, the portals disappeared in a flash, and the next moment, the portals in front of him More portals were branched out.

This scene made Mo Jiao extremely frightened and furious, his body kept swinging in the formation, trying to break free from it.

"Hahaha! Naughty animal! Let's see how you can escape from the impoverished circle!" Wu Lingzi laughed wildly. He didn't expect to deal with this beast so smoothly this time.

Seeing that the sixth-level Mo Jiao was really trapped, Tie Xiazi and the others also secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Sure enough, this Great Sumeru Nine Palaces positive and negative fairy formation is extraordinary, even if it is just a fake fairy formation that was rubbed down, The power is still no small matter.

"Chang Daoyou, you have done a great job in attracting this beast for us this time!" Wu Lingzi said to Ye Chunyang overjoyed.

Ye Chunyang calmed down the true energy in his body at this time, and didn't say anything to Wu Lingzi. He had to spend a lot of mana to fight against the dust in the valley during the chase just now.

Wu Lingzi was in a good mood, and he didn't care about Ye Chunyang's indifferent attitude. He then looked at the three of Tie Xiazi and said, "Three fellow Taoists, I think you all have memorized the method of mobilizing the positive and negative immortal formations of the Great Sumeru Nine Palaces. Now Let's work together to kill this ink dragon, and take its inner alchemy to cross the storm valley."

The three of Tie Xiazi nodded, and then all looked at Mo Jiao with solemn expressions.

Wu Lingzi shook his hand first, a large brilliance gushed out of his sleeve, and he went straight to the formation flag in the air and swept away.

The three people beside them also waved the array flag unanimously, and their mana was fully unleashed.

"Boom!" "Boom!"

A violent sound came from above the sky, and bursts of majestic aura storms appeared out of nowhere above the formation, engulfing its body, and then the aura changed rapidly, sometimes turning into swords, swords, volcanic magma, rock tsunamis, Mysterious.

Mo Jiao was still struggling in the confinement of countless void gates, suddenly these infinitely changing auras swept down, and there were bursts of muffled explosions from its body, and a large cloud of blood mist sprayed out from it.

Suddenly being wounded by several people together, Mo Jiao's eyes showed madness, and the impact became more violent.

The iron armor-like scales on its body shone with a rich black ink color, and a ferocious intent enveloped everyone. As it struggled continuously, the magic circle in midair trembled.

When Mo Jiao was struggling violently, Wu Lingzi was quite surprised!
"What a six-level upper-ranked animal, he still has such strength after being seriously injured."

Wu Lingzi looked solemn.

He turned his head and said to several people: "Everyone, it seems that this evil beast is more difficult to deal with than we imagined. This formation can only last for about a quarter of an hour. If it is not dealt with as soon as possible, it is difficult to guarantee that it will not get out of the formation." Get out, and I'm afraid it will be us who are unlucky!"

No one knows the power of this pseudo-immortal array better than Wu Lingzi. Even if the strong in the late stage of Void Return in the heyday enter, they may not be able to get out, which shows how mysterious it is.

It's just that the only shortcoming of this magic circle is that it requires four people to work together to cast it, and the maintenance time does not exceed a quarter of an hour.

The scene just now had already explained everything. At this moment, Wu Lingzi didn't need to say anything more, the three of Tie Xiazi could feel the horror of this beast, and immediately poured all the mana in their bodies into the formation flag without reservation.

At this moment, Mo Jiao opened his mouth and sprayed, and a jet-black flame exploded violently, covering the entire magic circle suddenly, and even knocking back everyone's magic power.

As the person who controlled the eyes of the formation, Wu Lingzi was the first to bear the brunt, and the blood in his body was churning.

The other three people also retreated under the impact of the flames.

At this moment, Mo Jiao's aura seemed to be stronger.

This time, Wu Lingzi felt even more horrified.

He thought that after the ink jelly was injured, its strength would be greatly reduced. With the Great Sumeru Nine Palaces' pros and cons array to trap it, it would be easy to kill it with several people working together to cast spells, but only then did he realize that this time The strength of the beast far exceeded his imagination.

Ye Chunyang adjusted his breath silently, and did not participate in the fight between the few people and Mo Jiao, but at this moment he could feel Mo Jiao's difficulty.

His eyes flashed, and he stood up and planned to join the battle.

After all, the purpose of everyone on this trip is the same, if this Mo Jiao cannot be killed smoothly, he will not be able to cross the Storm Valley.

"Fellow daoists, it's not an option to go on like this. To deal with this beast, I'm afraid we need some powerful magic tools." Wu Lingzi's eyes flickered for a while, and he said in a low voice.

When Tie Xiazi, Yan Qiuxue, and Master Bu Yi heard this, they all lowered their heads slightly, with a cloudy look on their faces.

"Why, at this moment, do fellow daoists still want to hold back? If Mo Jiao rushes out, I'm afraid none of us will be able to leave here alive."

Wu Lingzi's expression darkened when he saw the hesitation of the three of them.

He knew very well that the three of them were extraordinary people, otherwise it would be impossible for them to survive to this day after being hunted down by the strong outside.Such a person must have some powerful magic weapons and their own life-saving means in their hands.

It's just that no one would easily expose this kind of bottom-of-the-box stuff to others, let alone these old foxes who are alive and well, how could they reveal their secrets in front of them?

Seeing that the three of them didn't speak, Wu Lingzi's face became even more ugly, and he cursed secretly in his heart that he was still thinking of hiding something at this time.

He was about to speak, when suddenly there was a loud noise, and the ink dragon let out a wild roar. The flames spewed from the head and enveloped the whole body. It grew several feet long.

"Not good! The blood of this beast is mutating, and its strength may increase a lot. If it continues like this, it will soon be impossible to trap him!" Wu Lingzi said in shock.

Iron Blind Man's expression was gloomy. Although he was blind, he had a very clear perception of the situation at this time.

Immediately, he tapped the iron rod, and said in a deep voice: "Fellow Daoist Yan, you thief and bald donkey, if you want to survive, you should sacrifice all the magic weapons at the bottom of the box!"

Saying that, a majestic mana suddenly poured into the iron rod, and the iron rod hummed loudly!

Bursts of berserk breath filled the air. The iron rod of the blind man was originally just an ordinary blind stick, but it suddenly turned into a towering pillar, standing in the yellow sand all over the sky, exuding an incomparably piercing aura.

Yan Qiuxue and Master Bu Yi exchanged glances, and then cast spells one after another.

The cassock on Master Bu Yi shook, and a dazzling golden light shone out. The lines on the cassock swirled out one by one, and gathered in mid-air to form a golden bowl, which was engraved with the mantras of Buddha.

I saw him reciting a mantra, the golden bowl swelled against the wind, and it had a holy Buddhist aura, covering half of the sky.

Yan Qiuxue opened her mouth slightly, and let out a mouthful of spiritual energy.

Her aura was incomparably mysterious, and after a while of ups and downs, a small sword shrouded in black mist appeared.

Wu Lingzi watched the three cast their magic weapons respectively, with a satisfied smile on his face.

Then he turned his eyes, looked at Ye Chunyang behind, and said: "Chang Daoyou, it stands to reason that you have become the one who led out the ink dragon, so you don't have to fight with us anymore, but this dragon's eye is currently mutating, if it really breaks free, we No one can be immune to it alone, so I hope fellow daoists can join us in dealing with it."

"Of course I won't refuse." Ye Chunyang nodded without any objection.

He glanced at the three of Tie Xiazi. The magic weapons in their hands were all of extraordinary spirituality. Although they had not yet reached the psychic level of the Tongtian Lingbao, they had reached the highest level among the Lingbao.

Ye Chunyang thought for a while, and several perishing swords appeared in his palm, surrounded by the power of heavenly thunder, emitting brilliant silver lights.

Just as he sacrificed the flying sword, the magic sword in Yan Qiuxue's hand suddenly trembled, and the expression on his face also changed slightly.

She turned her head to look at Ye Chunyang, and lost her voice: "The power of thunder! Fellow Daoist Chang, you are actually a sword cultivator who cultivates the attribute of thunder!"

Yan Qiuxue couldn't calm down anymore, it's no wonder she was so shocked, it's just that the thunder power Ye Chunyang displayed was the nemesis of her magical skills, she never thought that this unassuming young man would have such a trick!
(End of this chapter)