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Chapter 488: If you don’t reach the ninth level, you will end up being an ant

The purple robe of the old man glowed brilliantly, and countless dust rose up with the wind, covering the sky and the earth. He formed seals with his hands and shouted, "Turn!"

The sharp whistling sound shook the sky, and the wind and sand carried the yellow light of mung bean-sized earth, like a huge millstone, and billowing flames were scattered wherever it passed.

He saw that Xu Shengtian wanted to use some rare treasures to catch him off guard and end the battle quickly.

Hardness cannot last long, and softness cannot be defended. Of course, he wanted to use his own profound advantage in cultivation to delay the battle and consume the opponent's fierce offensive. When Xu Shengtian has exhausted all his means, it will be his chance to counterattack and win.

Don't fight for temporary gains or losses, and let the other party be arrogant.

He controlled the magical power of "Luluchenhuan" and with the help of treasures, he was able to protect the area within a ten-mile radius around him.

Turn the wind and sand grinding wheel slowly and steadily to eliminate the power of the billowing flames.

He saw that the golden-armored divine general trapped in the Nine Palaces of Flame would be able to break out of the seemingly powerful but actually weak formation in about a cup of tea. By then, the divine generals and puppets would be chasing him fearlessly outside, while he would be controlling his magical powers to force the enemy step by step inside.

What kind of waves can that kid make?
Suspended in the air, Nan Yuhe, who was outside the forbidden formation, overlooked the entire scene. He could see the hidden figure of Xu Shengtian, who was preparing for the next attack. Then he looked at Hu Zizhi, who was hiding and thinking he was safe. He was so angry that he shook his head and cursed inwardly:
"You've missed the chance to fight, idiot. You can't be soft at this moment. You have to charge head-on, regardless of the cost. You have to use your strength to overwhelm the enemy and use your strength to bully the weak. You have to forcefully break the Fire Bird's fire ability. You can't let Xu kid arrange things calmly. You have to chase him and kill him all the way. You're such a blockhead. Your ideas are so rotten that you don't know how to adapt."

With Monk Wurong watching, it would be impossible for him to give a reminder even with some little tricks.

He guessed that the tactic of using all-out efforts to deal with Hu Zizhi must have come from the hands of the late Wu Luo. Wu Luo knew Hu Zizhi's character weaknesses too well, and he had mastered the opposite strategy, allowing the idiot to think he had a good plan and stay where he was without any movement.

Although it had just begun, he was already pessimistic about the ending.

Xu Shengtian lit up several talismans one by one. His hands moved the jade talismans of different brilliance like wheels and suddenly pushed them towards the wind and sand millstone.

There were five loud bangs, and a strange dark red cloud rose in the sky. Lightning flashed like snakes, and it rolled over and swept away the sand millstone with great force.

The purple-robed old man's face changed drastically, and he wanted to change his tactics to dissolve the attack of the Five Heavens Thunder Talisman, but he was a step too slow.

Fist-sized divine thunderbolts struck down from the cloud, completely destroying the broken magical powers of Lulu Chenhuan. The purple-robed old man was filled with light and electricity, and fell into a passive state of being beaten. He was constantly consumed by the divine thunder, which smashed him down one zhang after another.

The old man in purple robe tried his best to activate the magic robe and protective treasures on his body, trying to get rid of the small calamity cloud covering the sky.

After a few times, I had to give up. This is a challenge in a designated area.

Unlike fighting in the wild, you are restricted and have nowhere to escape.

Within a hundred miles, the divine calamity clouds follow like a shadow.

He failed to predict in advance that the kid would dare to take a gamble, and he spent time preparing himself, using the Five Heavens Thunder Talisman which consumed a lot of mana. After a period of confusion, he gradually stabilized his position. Although his whole body was shaking from the impact of the divine thunder, he finally did not fall down.

There were lightning and flames reflected on his face, which was strange, gloomy and ugly. He was ruthless in his heart and silently calculated the time.

If you dare to fight him, I will let the golden-armored god escape and teach that kid a lesson.

Both sides had their own calculations, and time passed slowly.

The numerous cultivators who were watching from a distance of a hundred miles on both ends of the restricted circle did not dare to make any loud noise. Whether it was Gu Yunzhu, Yu Fengwu and the masters from the two peaks, or the cultivators from the other five peaks, they all saw that the battle situation was not favorable to the trapped purple-robed old man.

They whispered to each other privately, some were anxious, some were secretly happy and relieved.

"No, the Five Heavens Thunder Talisman released by Xu Shengtian is far more powerful than the eighth-level combined thunder talisman."

"Yes, originally it could only trigger nine waves of divine thunder attacks, but now it's the tenth wave, and the power is still the same!"

"Alas, Uncle Hu was careless and fell behind."

The cultivators from the sixth, seventh and eighth heavens who were watching the battle from the other five peaks had worried looks on their faces. They could only hope that the golden-armored general would escape as soon as possible and relieve Hu Zizhi's pressure.

They had long shared weal and woe with Hu Zizhi, clung to the two super sects, and gambled their future on them.

It is hard to imagine the consequences they will face if Hu Zizhi fails in his challenge.

What will happen if the two super sects do not accept them as members?

With flames billowing all around him, Xu Shengtian once again lit up several talismans one by one and threw two beads of fairy dew and spiritual liquid into his mouth to quickly replenish the energy consumed in his body.

When the previous wave of Five Heavens Thunder Talismans was exhausted, a new combination of thunder talismans was reconnected to prevent the old guy, who had consumed a lot of energy, from breaking free. Xu Shengtian's face was grim, and he quietly disappeared into the sea of ​​fire.

He is about to start preparing for the next wave of attacks.

The old man in purple robe gnashed his teeth, his face was ferocious and stiff, and he felt something was wrong in his heart.

Unfortunately, he was surrounded by calamity clouds and couldn’t even use the death-substitute talisman.

Just when the golden-armored general had just escaped from the trap, a fiery red array device exploded again above the general puppet.

The billowing flames trapped the Puppet God again, causing a low cry from outside.

A disposable eighth-level formation device like this must be very expensive to be able to maintain the siege of an eighth-level golden-armored general. It's so damn extravagant and so fucking stupid.

The purple-robed old man roared in frustration.

His confidence was shaken. He wondered where that boy got so many strange array weapons?

He didn't dare to gamble anymore, and he couldn't delay any longer, as he could no longer count on the Golden Armored General.

You must take the risk of escaping the divine thunder attack in order to have a chance of winning.

The two ancestors, Nan Yuhe and Yu Wusheng, helped him prepare several methods, plus his own accumulated wealth, but he hardly used them and ended up in such a passive position of being beaten. He was also filled with anger.

A ball inlaid with gems of various colors appeared in his hand and he threw it upwards.

The sphere suddenly expanded, and the gems burst out with dazzling light, exploding amid a wave of endless divine thunder.

"Bang bang bang", the huge impact force blew the purple-robed old man off the top of the mountain, and his feet sank deeply into the rocky ground.

The old man's purple robe was shining at its peak, and suddenly he felt the thunder in the sky stop. He looked up and saw rays of light transformed from gems rushing straight into the calamity clouds. The surging dark red clouds turned into golden red at some point.

There was a dazzling silver-white flash between heaven and earth. With a loud thunder, a divine thunder as thick as a bucket came down from the sky. All the light that came towards it was like fireflies colliding with the sun, and was vulnerable to a single blow.

The purple-robed old man screamed in fear. He didn't understand how the other party had stacked all the divine thunders.

The most troublesome thing was that he was shrouded in a calamity cloud and could not escape more than a hundred miles away.

He had been on guard against that kid's "Soul-shaking Stab" and had made tactical preparations for this purpose. However, the opponent did not use any semi-immortal soldiers and unexpectedly used a divine thunderbolt to strike him from head to toe.

"Boom", the earth shook, and the lightning completely submerged the old man in purple robe.

The entire mountain was blown to pieces, and the restricted circle under attack fluctuated violently, emitting a dazzling light. Nan Yuhe's face was ugly. The successor chosen by Wu Luo was too talented. He actually mastered the "Thunder" secret method in a short period of time. He had the courage to go all out and played wildly, not caring about his own life and death.

But on second thought, even if that idiot failed in the challenge, he and Lao Yu had already seized the secret realm of Qingyao Mountain and the treasure trove of wealth accumulated over tens of thousands of years. What if there was only a little left for the empty Qingyao Mountain?

Even Qingyao City was divided up between the two families.

Over the years in the seven realms of the upper realm, how many talented and outstanding people have been able to see through the opportunity of transformation and advance to the ninth level?

He was not worried at all that the boy would pose a threat to him, not to mention that the boy would be unable to take care of himself in the future.

If you don’t reach the ninth level, you will end up being an ant.

As for the cultivators from the five peaks of Qingyao Mountain who are about to be expelled from the sect, select some useful ones to restrain Xu Shengtian, and let the others fend for themselves.

No one is willing to take in someone who is indecisive.

A beam of sword light shot out from the thunder and launched a dying attack towards Xu Shengtian who appeared in the sea of ​​fire.

With a sharp cry, the flame suddenly became viscous like liquid.

Xu Shengtian's face turned pale. He swung the Jingshen Spear and pretended to chop it. The light spread like a half moon. "Dang", the flying sword, which was slowed down by half, was knocked far away and fell to the ground.

The flames were like waves, quickly covering the exhausted Xu Shengtian.

The mountaintop that was struck by the divine thunder became a huge pit, with fine lightning and electric flashes splashing everywhere.

The old man's broken body was revealed at the bottom of the pit, but he was still standing upright. His purple robe was tattered and hanging, and wisps of burnt heat were coming out of his body.

The old man let out a strange hoarse sound "ho ho" and a purple-gray light rose from his body. He still had the means of self-destruction.

The next moment, a red flame shot out from the sea of ​​fire like an arrow.

"Bang", the old man stretched out his broken arm to block it, and the purple-gray light tightly wrapped around the attacking fire bird.

A green flame attacked silently from behind, "puff", piercing the old man who thought he had succeeded. The ice crystals spread at an extremely fast speed, and in just three or two breaths, the old man who had been severely injured was frozen from the inside out into a miserable ice sculpture.

Xu Shengtian had a grim look on his face and threw the Jingshen Spear towards the old man.

"Bang", the ice sculpture was hit and shattered into ice cubes all over the sky.

Two beams of fire swept across, swallowing up the old man's remaining soul that wanted to escape, then merged into one, dived into the sea of ​​fire, and escaped into Xu Shengtian's sleeves.

Nan Yuhe waved his hand to dispel the restriction circle, caught the flying sword that fell to the ground, bowed to Monk Wurong with a cold face, and disappeared without saying a word after a few flashes.

Monk Wu Rong clasped his hands together in response and announced loudly, "The challenge is over. Donor Xu Shengtian has won."

Xu Shengtian finally showed a smile of relief on his face, and bowed to Master Wurong to express his gratitude. There was thunderous cheers in the sky to the east, and Gu Yunzhu, Yu Fengwu and two other monks from the Eighth Floor flew over with smiles on their faces.

"As the leader of Qingyao Mountain, I hereby declare that from now on, all the cultivators from the five peaks of Qingdan, Zizhu, Deyi, Yining, and Shenyao will be expelled from the Qingyao Mountain sect and expelled from the mountain gate immediately. Master Wurong, please bear witness!"

Xu Shengtian looked towards the noisy monks in the west and announced loudly.

My heart is filled with joy. Master, did you see that? Your disciple has vented your anger for you.

Master Wu Rong chanted the Buddha's name.

This boy has extraordinary courage and is decisive in killing. He will achieve great things in the future.

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Leisurely watch, Bailin Valley stone pavilion.

Xu Yuanchang and Liu Xueli were drinking tea and playing chess, with Liu Xianfeng and Zeng Xiyue, two bad chess players, giving them advice. It was lively and noisy with all the chatter.

A sword light flew down and circled in the sky. Xu Yuanchang reached out to catch it, glanced at the content of the message, and laughed, "Shengtian won, and the civil strife was quelled."

When he was practicing in the secret realm of the ghost world, he used the seal of the Dujing master, which contained a trace of spirituality, to try to stamp the Shinto talismans. He experimented from low level to high level, wasting a lot of talismans.

After mastering the trick, he created many high-level talismans that increased the power by 30%.

Liu Xueli took the opportunity to mess up the chessboard, dodged Sister Liu's hand that was pinching his cheek, and was already outside the valley. He shouted, "I have finally received good news. I will now go to Zhoushan Territory to pay my respects to Senior Wu Luo on behalf of Dengxian Temple, and then go to the Upper Territory to play."

The figure disappeared and the voice came from afar.

Zeng Xiyue chased after him and shouted, "Uncle Xue, take me to Zhoushan Territory to play."

The monk uncle is very capable, speaks nicely, and is willing to take her around everywhere, which is better than her father.

Liu Xianfeng approached the young master who was packing up the chessboard, and waved his right hand behind his back without leaving a trace. The four flower demons standing in the distance knew what to do and went out of the valley to play. "Let's go to the blessed land to see the scenery, just the two of us, without Zixuan and the others."

Xu Yuanchang laughed and cursed "little devil", and a golden light flashed, and the two people in the stone pavilion disappeared.

Three months later, after a short "retreat", the two appeared in Bailin Valley again.

Liu Xianfeng has a beautiful face and went to play with the four flower demon sisters.

Xu Yuanchang walked into the quiet room. During his practice with Liu Xianfeng, he accidentally gained a magical power of the wood element. He had some prototypes in his mind. He sent out his clone to guard it and gave a few instructions. Then his real body went into the magic glass mirror space.

Walking on the vast grassland, concentrating for a moment, you can see spots of light falling from the sky.

Trees rose from the ground one after another. After about a quarter of an hour, the area within a hundred miles was turned into a lush forest with a strong woody scent.

Xu Yuanchang's figure appeared casually in various places in the forest. He reached out to touch the real big trees, feeling the changes in the vitality and the power of heaven and earth slowly gathering. He frowned and thought, and he vaguely touched the edge of the path of "creation".

His master integrated heaven and earth by practicing "the way of the world" and benefited from the way of heaven.

Wandering in the forest that blocked out the sunlight, Xu Yuanchang fell into deep thought.

After a long time, the wood energy of trees grown by magic power will dissipate, and they will gradually lose their vitality, wither and die. By the time Xu Yuanchang woke up from the brightness, large tracts of forest had become bare, and almost all the leaves had fallen off.

Xu Yuanchang crushed all the dead trees and buried them underground as nutrients.

He found a few magical bean seeds that he had left behind and planted them by the stream. He carefully observed the process of the seeds breaking through the soil, taking root and growing leaves, and attentively experienced the initial experience of life.

Time passed by unnoticed, until the voice of the clone came from outside:
"Gu Yunzhu sent a message that Yu Fengwu was attacked and slightly injured. Please escort Fellow Daoist Wen and Elder Zeng to go there."

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(End of this chapter)