Immortal Path Evergreen

Just when everyone was worried, the Shining Golden Ring also had problems.

After holding back the Black Dragon for a while, the Shining Golden Ring was continuously smelted by the Black Dragon's true fire. The material of the Shining Golden Ring had begun to change, and the golden rainbow it transformed into gradually faded, as if it would dissipate at any time.

At this time, even the ancestor Wu Siheng had a trace of despair in his heart, and he also had the intention of leaving.

The reason why the Qingxuan Sect divided its troops was because they were afraid that the three dragons would escape. The wisdom of the Qingjiao was no less than that of ordinary people. Once they felt that there was no chance of winning, they would take their subordinates away from Shuangjiao Mountain.

If they were given some more time, the fourth-level formations were set up in Zihuai Mountain, Hanzhang River and other important places, and the dragons on Shuangjiao Mountain could be trapped to death.

Unfortunately, the Qingjiao noticed something was wrong and chose to break out in advance, concentrating its strength to defeat Wu Siheng in the front direction.

Faced with a precarious situation, Wu Siheng still suppressed the distracting thoughts in his heart. Because his life magic weapon Yaojinhuan was damaged, a trace of blood had already flowed from the corner of his mouth. Seeing the last moment, he still did not retreat, waiting for the reinforcement of the monks of Womei Mountain.

Wu Siheng did not retreat, and the foundation-building monks below did not dare to retreat. Without the fourth-level formation, the Qi training monks below the mountain could hardly help at all.

If the Wu ancestor in the air retreated, these Qi training monks would probably be one in a hundred. Then this battle in the South Wilderness would finally kill the dragon, and it would also be a heavy defeat for the Xiuxian families in the three southeastern counties.

Just as the situation became more and more difficult and everyone began to gradually despair, a loud sound of breaking through the air came from afar.

Hearing this sound, Zhang Zhixuan and others were delighted. Just by listening to the sound, they knew that the large cloud boat of Qingxuan Sect had arrived.

This kind of spiritual boat is difficult to refine, and it requires Jindan monks to adopt Yungang sacrifice at a height of several hundred feet. Like the large flying boat of Heishan Liang, the grade of this cloud boat is not high, only the third-grade lower grade.

However, its preciousness is higher than the fourth-grade lower grade magic weapon.

Although the space of the cloud boat is not as large as the flying magic weapon in the hands of Heishan Liang, it can also carry fifty or sixty cultivators to fly.

Under the control of the purple mansion cultivator, the flying speed of this large flying magic weapon can reach more than 20,000 miles a day, which is not much different from the flying speed of the golden elixir cultivator.

As soon as he received the news from Womei Mountain, Tuoshan Zhou Xiangxian sacrificed the cloud boat and rushed over quickly with only ten Qingxuan Sect foundation-building cultivators.

It took about an hour to rush.

Although the process was dangerous, Zhou Xiangxian still rushed to reinforce at the most critical moment.

As soon as Zhou Xiangxian arrived, he immediately put away the cloud boat and asked the ten Qingxuan Sect foundation-building monks under his command to reinforce Zhang Zhixuan and others. He then sacrificed a flying knife magic weapon and slashed at the dragon trapped by Wu Siheng using the Yaojin Ring.

Zhou Xiangxian has been developing the Purple Mansion for many years, and his cultivation is much higher than Wu Siheng. His arrival immediately changed the situation.

Seeing another powerful opponent, the green dragon roared angrily, rolling in the air, almost desperately urging magic power, and even sprayed out his inner elixir to attack Wu Siheng who trapped it.

At this time, Wu Siheng was almost at the end of his strength and could only barely avoid the siege of the green dragon. In order to relieve the pressure, he even put away the Yaojin Ring, which had lost its spiritual power, and released the trapped black dragon.

Without the suppression of the Shining Golden Ring, the trapped black dragon immediately regained its freedom. It hated Wu Siheng very much and was about to seek revenge on Wu Siheng, only to see a flying knife magic weapon that had crossed a distance of a hundred feet and chopped off the dragon's head.

Faced with this sudden attack, the black dragon had no time to dodge and could only violently spray out its inner elixir and hit the flying knife magic weapon controlled by Zhou Xiangxian.

Zhou Xiangxian's flying knife magic weapon was a fourth-level medium-grade one, and the dragon's inner elixir had also been refined for hundreds of years, and the level was not much different.

This attack was almost a lose-lose situation. The dragon's inner elixir had cracks, and Zhou Xiangxian's flying sword had also lost its spirituality.

This dragon was also a fourth-level medium-grade monster, and its magic power level was no less than Zhou Xiangxian.

Zhou Xiangxian took back the flying knife magic weapon, and sacrificed a fourth-level flying sword, continuing to slash at the black dragon.

At the same time, with the support of ten Qingxuan Sect monks, especially the arrival of two ninth-level foundation-building masters, Zhang Zhixuan and others were finally able to relax a little.

Of the two ninth-level foundation-building monks, one was dressed in an old man with a long beard, named Lu Dingcheng, who had been building the foundation for 120 years and was a real veteran.

The other was a middle-aged round-faced monk named Wei Yunjian, who had also been building the foundation for 100 years.

Both of them were old-fashioned monks with high prestige in Tuoshanfang, and their cultivation level was higher than that of Sun and Zheng.

Especially Wei Yunjian, who had a fourth-level low-grade magic weapon in his hand, which was enough to severely injure the fourth-level dragon.

With four late-stage foundation-building monks as the main force, plus twenty-five foundation-building assistants, although there was no formation, it was enough to fight the dragon with a lot of color.

The four peak foundation-building monks Sun, Zheng, Lu and Wei kept offering the powerful magic weapons in their hands, and almost as long as they hit the black dragon, they could cause certain injuries to it.

After suffering several losses in a row, the black dragon no longer dared to be reckless and began to dodge.

The black dragon dodged, which was exactly what Zhang Zhixuan and others wanted. Anyway, Patriarch Liang was still on the way, and when the Black Mountain monks arrived, Zhang Zhixuan and others had a better chance of winning.

At this time, the sky above Zihuai Mountain was in chaos, and the battlefield was divided into three directions.

Wu Siheng was facing the green dragon, and he was trying his best to delay and barely maintain the situation.

Looking at Wu Siheng's pale face and blood on the corner of his mouth, he was almost defeated. If he was not careful, he would be in danger.

On the other hand, Zhou Xiangxian seemed to be confident of victory. He easily dragged a black dragon and cut its inner elixir.

As for Zhang Zhixuan and a group of people at the bottom, they almost ran around the black dragon. This battlefield was also the most chaotic. Although dozens of magic weapons were flying all over the sky, they had no decisive effect at all. It would take a long time to determine the winner.

Zhou Xiangxian was under the least pressure. He immediately realized that Wu Siheng was already unable to cope with it. So he immediately turned his flying sword and faced the green dragon himself, giving the black dragon with damaged inner elixir to Wu Siheng, who was also seriously damaged.

Just like Tian Ji's horse racing, in this way, the battle situation was restored to balance.

Although Zhou Xiangxian was not the opponent of the powerful green dragon, he had no other burdens and was still competent just to delay the time.

In this way, dozens of cultivators and three dragons fought a great battle on Zihuai Mountain, almost breaking half of the rocks of Zihuai Mountain.

The Qi training cultivators below were also almost affected, and could only flee the battlefield in a hurry, running as far as they could.

In the fierce battle, Zhang Zhixuan felt that time passed very slowly, and every minute and every second was like torture.

The pressure was pressed on Zhang Zhixuan's heart. He tightened his nerves every moment, watching any tiny movement of the dragon, ready to dodge at any time.

The bloody lesson was in front of him. Careless cultivators could easily die under the attack of the dragon. Even after Lu Dingcheng and Wei Yunjian brought people to join, a foundation-building cultivator easily died in the mouth of the dragon.

Just like this, one minute and one second passed. Although Zhang Zhixuan felt it was hard, an hour had passed.

At this time, the Black Mountain Liang Patriarch could come to reinforce at any time.