Chapter 127 Yao Jin
The reason why Wu Sixeng dared to hold back three high-level dragons with the help of monks like Zihuai Mountain was because he had a very powerful magic weapon, the Golden Ring, in his hand.
This is a fourth-level high-grade magic weapon. Once released, it can turn into a golden ring and trap the opponent tightly. Although it cannot be used against the dragon for the time being, once Tuoshan Zhou Patriarch arrives, more A big helper can hold back these three dragons.
Seeing the three dragons approaching fiercely, Wu Siheng stretched out his hand and a golden ring on his wrist came out, like a rainbow, and immediately came to the side of the fourth-order black dragon.
The shining golden ring seemed to turn into a golden rainbow, spinning on the black dragon. The golden rainbows tightly entangled the black dragon and trapped it in the golden ring.
This fourth-level magic weapon was very suitable for trapping people. It immediately played a decisive role, temporarily restraining a fourth-level dragon.
The black dragon was trapped on the spot, roared angrily, and spurted out streams of golden flames from its mouth, burning the golden ring continuously, trying to smelt the magic weapon and regain its freedom.
Although the Golden Ring is a fourth-level high-grade magic weapon, if it is refined by the black dragon’s natal fire for too long, its spirituality may be damaged or even completely destroyed.
But now Wu Sixeng can’t care about this at all. As long as he tries his best to delay for a while, Zhou Xiangxian from Tuoshanfang will come with reinforcements, and then his pressure will be relieved.
Although the Yaojin Ring is very precious, Wu Siheng doesn’t care about his natal magic weapon at all now. His only goal now is to delay time.
Using the power of the Brilliant Golden Ring to temporarily control a black dragon, Wu Siheng used his flying sword and slashed at the most powerful green dragon.
The green dragon has appeared in the Southern Wilderness for more than ten years. Even Ancestor Liang at the top of the Zi Mansion almost fell into its hands. Wu Siheng was most afraid of this mysterious dragon.
He knew clearly that although there were more than twenty monks in the foundation-building stage below, there were only a few monks who had actually reached the peak of foundation-building.
Relying on the foundation-building monks, it was impossible to withstand the ferocious attack of the green dragon, so the most stressful responsibility could only be resisted by him personally.
The dragon’s tail was cut off by Ancestor Liang many years ago and became a dragon with a docked tail. Although the wound has recovered, the loss of limbs is also very serious.
This dragon with its tail cut off actually looks funny.
Facing Wu Sixeng’s flying sword, the green dragon opened its mouth and spit out a mouthful of green flames.
This green flame is called Qinglong Flame, which is the native spell of Qingjiao.
Zhang Zhixuan had seen the power of this spell with his own eyes back then. With just one blow, he killed five foundation-building monks and dozens of Qi-training monks in Black Mountain.
The green dragon flames exuded little bits of green light and suddenly entangled the flying sword that Wu Sixeng offered. Although the flying sword was a fourth-level low-grade magic weapon, it was corroded by the green dragon flames in a short period of time.
The magic weapon in his hand was destroyed, Wu Siheng’s face turned pale, and there was already a hint of fear in his eyes when he looked at the green dragon.
After just one fight, he knew that his magical power was far from Qingjiao’s opponent, and his only hope now was to delay it.
So Wu Siheng had no intention of winning and focused on delaying time. He was a monk in the Zifu period, and the methods of a monk were far more changeable than those of monsters.
If he persists in pestering him, Qingjiao won’t be able to do anything against him within a short period of time.
At this moment, the twenty-one foundation-building monks below also looked at each other, gritted their teeth and stepped forward one after another, dividing into five or six groups to attack the last black dragon, so as not to disturb Wu Sixeng and delay it.
These two people were Sun Yulong of Longjiang County and Zheng Gongyuan of Qingxuanzong. They became the backbone of Zhang Zhixuan and others, commanding everyone to besiege the black dragon.
At this time, the twenty-one foundation-building monks can only work together. Even if there are deep grievances among them, such as Zhang Zhixuan, Wu Xiangjie, and the elderly foundation-building monks of the Hu family, they all have bloody hatred, and there is no hatred for hundreds of years. Time washes away and it is impossible to forget hatred.
But at this moment, they need to work together to fight the enemy, and there can be no small calculations at all.
Wu Sixeng, the ancestor of the Zifu period, is above, and his consciousness can already be released for hundreds of years. At this time, you are cheating, playing tricks, and you are a relative of Wu Sixeng, and you may also receive flying swords from the sky.
Sun Yulong and Zheng Gongyuan had the highest cultivation level and were able to pose a certain threat to the green dragon. The magical weapons in their hands were also third-level high-grade, so they acted as the main attackers and restrained the black dragon from the front.
However, the level of the magic weapons in the hands of Zhang Zhixuan and others was not high. Even if they hit the fourth-order black dragon, it would only cause a small wound. Compared to the rough-skinned and fleshy fourth-order dragon, it was not a big trouble at all.
Therefore, most of the foundation-building monks could only cooperate with Sun and Zheng to contain the fourth-order black dragon from the side.
Dozens of flying swords flew around the black dragon. Most of these flying swords were third-level low-grade and could not bring it big trouble. However, being hit by the flying swords multiple times in a row was like being bitten by mosquitoes multiple times in a row. Although it is not fatal for the time being, it is still very painful.
The black dragon’s tail swung, and its body moved across dozens of feet. Its dragon head turned, and suddenly it spurted out a stream of golden flames.
Almost 100% of dragon-type monsters can use fire attacks. This golden flame is the dragon’s native spell, and its grade is equivalent to the fourth-level mid-grade.
The golden flame came very quickly, hitting a foundation-building monk almost in the blink of an eye, killing him on the spot and turning him into ashes.
Because they came to Zihuai Mountain for a short period of time, it took a long time to prepare for the fourth-level formation. The monks in Jiaohefang had no time to prepare the fourth-level formation, and Qingjiao had already descended the mountain in a menacing manner.
Without the protection of the fourth-level formation, even a foundation-building monk would be very vulnerable to the threat of such a high-level monster and could die at any time.
His companion died on the spot, causing everyone’s expressions to change.
Facing the true fire of the black dragon, even Sun Yulong and Zheng Gongyuan, who were on the ninth level of the foundation, had no good options, and the probability of survival was less than half.
It’s a pity that Wu Sixeng hasn’t retreated yet, so everyone can only grit their teeth and endure.
Everyone continued to increase their magic power, and kept sacrificing magic weapons one after another, hitting the black dragon’s body.
Although more than twenty people worked hard to besiege, only Sun Yulong and Zheng Gongyuan could threaten Jiaolong.
Although they tried their best, they only lasted for a quarter of an hour before another person died in the mouth of the black dragon.
Although they had known each other for a short time, Zhang Zhixuan also knew clearly that this person was a foundation-building monk of the Qingxuan Sect, and his cultivation level was at the third level of foundation-building, which was not far different from Zhang Zhixuan.
In just a quarter of an hour, two people died one after another, making everyone who besieged Jiaolong feel a little frightened.
(End of chapter)