infinite dream system

Chapter 336 Dragon Yuan
I saw a group of black flames emerging from the white spiritual mist, it was the Red Winged Balrog.

A liquid-like black flame surged out of its mouth, sweeping towards the messy-haired monk.

"Ok?"

Seeing such a scene, the disheveled-haired monk's complexion changed slightly, and he immediately reached out and patted the head of the flat-faced dragon kite beneath him.

This monster with a flat face and its facial features seemed to be squeezed together, and suddenly opened its mouth wide, from which globs of dark purple viscous liquid spewed out.

These balls of dark purple viscous liquid immediately collided with the black flames ejected by the red-winged Balrog, and there was a stalemate for a while, which seemed to be quite powerful.

At this time, Ye Sheng had finished igniting the fire fork of the Six Suns God, and as the six sun-like flames rose in the white spiritual mist, a golden flame shot directly at the disheveled-haired monk above Long Yuan.

At the same time, dozens of blue lights gushed out from the white mist behind the disheveled-haired monk, which was the Gangfeng Qingjian condensed by the Qinggang fan.

Yuhuan also made a move!

The disheveled-haired monk, who was in the front and back attack, changed slightly again: "So there is another person, but do you think, just the two of you, will be my opponent?"

Afterwards, the cultivator at the middle stage of the Immortal Venerable gave a cold snort of disdain, and a strange magic weapon in the shape of a yellow hill appeared in his hand.

With the infusion of his immortal essence, yellow gas similar to that of Ye Sheng's Golden Gate Stonehenge spewed out from this yellow hill that was only one foot high, forming a khaki-yellow cloud outside him and Long Yuan below him. giant cocoon.

Puff puff!
There was a burst of explosion, and the golden flames and the strips of blue light shot at the earth-yellow giant cocoon, but they couldn't penetrate it.

And this khaki giant cocoon actually did not obstruct the dark purple mucus sprayed out by the dragon kite under him.

The clumps of saliva-like purple mucus were still spit out from the khaki giant cocoon one after another, resisting the black fire sprayed out by the red-winged Balrog.

Immediately afterwards, streaks of blue light emerged from the khaki giant cocoon, and there were pieces of blue crescent-shaped light blades.

Seeing this scene, Ye Sheng's heart suddenly turned cold, and regardless of whether it was useful or not, he pierced a wave of spiritual consciousness into the giant khaki cocoon.

"Hmph!" A disdainful sneer sounded, and a large piece of blue light blades gushed out from the khaki giant cocoon without stopping, and disappeared in just a flash.

clap clap clap!
Almost at the same time, there was a burst of popping sound from where Ye Sheng and Yuhuan were located.Ye Sheng's spiritual impact did not have the slightest effect on this powerful monk in the mid-stage of Immortal Venerable.

"Sneaky, come out and talk to me!"

Immediately afterwards, following the monk's disdainful sneer, countless red fireballs the size of fists emerged densely out of thin air, and even dispelled all the white mist within a range of sixty or seventy feet, making the surrounding scenery all clear visible.

I saw the pale-faced Yuhuan standing at the entrance of the temporary cave, and the sea blue crab magic shield that he just got in front of him was covered with five or six thin cracks.

On the other side, Ye Sheng had already put away the magic lamp, wrapped in four black water lilies, looking gloomy at the giant khaki cocoon.Pieces of wind blades also appeared on the Xuanyin treasure clothes on his body.

"It seems that my luck is really good." The messy-haired monk didn't seem to be in a hurry to continue. Instead, he removed the huge khaki callus and sniffed, as if he was savoring Ye Sheng's almost unscented smell. The faint smell of blood is general.

"However, are you really ignorant of the Yin Corpse Sect, or are you really brave enough to kill a disciple of the Yin Corpse Sect?"

At this time, Ye Sheng ignored the messy-haired monk at all, but took out a long black long flag with a dark air on his own.He couldn't believe that this disheveled-haired monk really wanted to chat with him.

The black fire sprayed out by the red-winged Balrog seemed to be slowly suppressed by the "saliva" sprayed out by the dragon kite.

Obviously, the reason why this disheveled-haired monk pretended to be chatting with Ye Sheng was that he was actually waiting for his dragon kite to slowly consume the power of the Red Winged Balrog.

Now, this long black banner was obtained by Ye Sheng from Qi Ziyu, a disciple of the Yin Corpse Sect. It seems to have good power, but he has not tried it yet.

Now that the matter was exposed anyway, Ye Sheng had no more scruples, so he simply took it out and used it to try its power.

I saw that the black long flag, which was originally two feet long, kept getting bigger under Ye Sheng's immortal energy, and it was one foot long, standing upright in front of Ye Sheng.

A series of gloomy black winds roared out from the banner, the momentum was extremely frightening.

The disdainful expression appeared on the monk's face again, as if he was ready to consume the Red Winged Balrog first, and he did not fight back. He just activated the magic weapon like a yellow hill in his hand again, wrapping himself in a khaki cocoon.

Puff puff!
The roaring black wind, which seemed extremely terrifying, hit the khaki giant cocoon, but it could not be shaken at all.

Ye Sheng immediately put away the black flag with a blank face.

The power of the black flag on this face is probably between the low-level magic weapon of the spiritual level and the middle-level magic weapon of the spiritual level, and different from what he imagined, it is only a purely offensive magic weapon, not a magic weapon that integrates power and defense.

After putting away the black flag, Ye Sheng took out the white bone sword with many flame-like runes on it without a pause, and aroused it.

"Bones cold fire!"

What Ye Sheng didn't expect was that after being activated, this bone sword-shaped magic weapon suddenly shrunk, turning into a pale flame like a candle flame, not to mention the slightest heat, it would absorb the heat of the surroundings instead , causing the surrounding temperature to instantly drop by a few degrees.

While Ye Sheng was in doubt, he heard the monk with messy hair sneer and said: "If you can get together 36 skeletons, I will turn around and run away. Taking out such a skeleton would be ridiculous." .”

"However, I have never seen the beauty of this female cultivator before. After I kill you, I will be more sympathetic to you." Immediately afterwards, the disheveled-haired cultivator added this sentence.

It seems that Yuhuan's appearance is indeed at the level of a confidante, to the point where male cultivators can't help being tempted when they see it.

Ye Sheng's heart moved slightly.

Because when he just inspired the bone cold fire in the shape of the bone sword, he felt that the bone cold fire was a bit between his set of magic shield and the banner of the Golden Gate Stonehenge.

And from the tone of the monk with messy hair, it seems that this kind of magic weapon is indeed a magic weapon that can be superimposed and used in a complete set.

Although the disheveled-haired cultivator doesn't pay much attention to the power of this cold-blooded bone, Ye Sheng must also have a low-level spiritual rank.If 36 powers are superimposed, and some formation powers are attached, how powerful will it be?

It seems that the strength of this Yin Corpse Sect is really not ordinary.

At this moment, there was a sizzling sound, as if a piece of frozen lard was thrown into a red-hot iron pan, and the black fire sprayed out by the red-winged Balrog was completely suppressed by the dark purple mucus sprayed out by the dragon kite. Going down, the body was also doused in groups of dark purple mucus.

The dark purple slime turned out to be surprisingly corrosive, and in just an instant, the Red Winged Balrog was corroded beyond recognition, turning into a ball of black oil.

"Give me death!"

At this time, the disheveled-haired monk also seemed impatient with Ye Sheng treating him as a test object, experimenting with magic weapons one by one.

With an icy cold drink, pieces of blue light blades kept flashing out of the khaki cocoons, and swarmed towards Ye Sheng densely.

Yuhuan seemed to be very aware of the power of these blue light blades. Seeing this scene, her face was as white as snow, without the slightest trace of blood, and she desperately aroused the Qinggang fan in her hand.

However, the messy-haired monk didn't care about her at all, and just focused on firing those blue light blades towards Ye Sheng.

And Yuhuan's blue long sword inspired by the green gang fan couldn't break through the earthy yellow cocoon at all.

Snapped!Snapped!Snapped!
Pieces of blue light blades hit the four black lotus petals outside Ye Sheng's body. Almost at the moment of contact, the four black water lotus petals trembled violently.

For a moment, Ye Sheng was beaten to the point that he had no strength to fight back, with a panicked expression on his face!

"what!"

A scream came out of his mouth, and a blue light blade shot in from the gap between the two lotus petals, slashed at Ye Sheng's chest, and a cloud of blood sprayed up!
"Ye Sheng!" Yuhuan's body trembled violently, and she cried out in shock.

Although Ye Sheng was protected by the Xuanyin Treasure Clothes, this blue light blade still cut through the Xuanyin Treasure Cloak on Ye Sheng's body, screwed into Ye Sheng's body, and broke out on his chest. A terrifying wound that reaches deep into the gut.

Ye Sheng fell from the sky without making any sound.

"Hey!" The messy-haired monk let out a sinister smile in satisfaction.

This kind of wound, it is obvious that even if it is not killed immediately, it is dying, and it is impossible to activate any magic techniques and magic weapons, and have any power to fight back.

Seeing Ye Sheng falling from the air without making a sound, the monk simply removed the khaki cocoon, turned around to look at Yuhuan, and said with a wicked smile: "I said beauty, you surrendered yourself. Or do you want me to capture you?"

Yuhuan's mind went blank.

She couldn't believe it at all, the person who could talk and laugh happily in the face of so many monks who were stronger than herself, and escaped safely... the person who took her to escape safely when the teleportation circle collapsed... the person who felt hopeless to her At that time, everyone who saved Sun Yunfeng...

In her heart, the person who could stand in front of her like a mountain, and who she could rely on, actually... died just like that!

She couldn't believe it, and she didn't want to believe it.

However, what made her cover her mouth in disbelief, and she was about to shed tears, was that behind the disheveled-haired monk who was smiling evilly towards her, there was already "dead", falling leaves. Sheng, however, stopped in the air like a ghost, and issued a small black knife!

(End of this chapter)