Longevity Thunder Ancestor

Chapter 352 Tianxing Yuanyan Stone

"I didn't expect that my little reputation would reach the ears of the eldest daughter of the Duanmu family. I am really flattered, haha..."

The beautiful woman in black dress covered her mouth and giggled when she heard this.

Duanmu Ling looked at the fearless look of the beautiful woman in the black skirt and could not help but frowning. She said calmly: "Surrender to me and I can spare your lives."

The monks from the Mo, Hu and Wen families could not help but look at the beautiful woman in the black dress.

The beautiful woman in the black dress giggled and shook her head gently as her eyes wandered around, "Sister, I'm sorry, I can't obey your order."

After saying that, she turned sideways to glance at the rolling molten lava behind her, and a strange look flashed in her beautiful eyes.

"Because you are all going to die here."

After saying that, the black ancient scroll in front of her suddenly turned to a page.

The page flew out and directly above the molten lava. A black chain appeared as a black light flashed, and then suddenly drilled into the molten lava below.

Duanmu Ling's face changed, and she felt ominous. She shouted, "Do it!"

Before he finished speaking, Feng Jue had already pounced out like a ferocious beast.

But the black ancient scroll had already turned to another page. Several strands of black light shot out from it and transformed into five black warriors with blurred faces in the air.

Holding double blades in their hands, they rushed towards Feng Jue as fast as lightning. The blades in their hands danced into blade shadows to stop him.

The monks on both sides had already gathered their strength and were bombarding the other side with magical weapons, spells, and supernatural powers.

Suddenly, a fierce battle broke out here again.

However, Duanmu Ling's ominous premonition became stronger, and she stared closely at the rolling molten lava below.

After the black chain entered, the magma suddenly rolled violently, as if a peerless ferocious beast was awakening.

Duanmu Ling frowned, but then she stopped hesitating, and the Qingmu bow, which was a top-grade spiritual weapon, appeared in front of her again.

The arrow was slowly pulled up, and extremely powerful pressure descended again.

The faces of the monks from the Black Spirit Church on the opposite side suddenly changed.

Now they don't have a large formation to protect them, and if they are attacked at such a close distance, they will definitely be killed or crippled.

The beautiful woman in the black dress covered her mouth with her hands and laughed sweetly: "Sister, it's too late."

The next moment, the magma below rolled violently, and a black shadow broke out from the waves.

I saw the black chain pulling a scepter flying high into the sky.

This scepter is about ten feet long and black and red in color. There are nine dragons carved on the shaft, entwined with each other, lifelike, as if it could take off into the air at any time.

A mysterious spirit stone is inlaid on the top of the staff. This spirit stone is only the size of a palm and has an irregular shape.

A layer of faint purple flame burned on the surface, and the inside was full of light, as if countless stars were gathered in it.

This stone emits purple and blue light and looks extraordinary.

The purple flame on its surface is extraordinary and has an incredibly high temperature.

The temperature of this place, which was already extremely hot, was raised to another level.

The magma below seemed to have lost its vitality and stopped surging.

An unimaginable pressure emanated from the scepter, even reaching far above the green wooden bow.

Duanmu Ling was startled at first, then stared at the mysterious spirit stone on the scepter, not even bothering to activate the green wooden bow.

Soon she seemed to have thought of something, and blurted out in great surprise: "Could this be the [Heavenly Star Yuanyan Stone]!"

As soon as these words came out, many cultivators who knew the value of the stone suddenly changed their expressions, and their eyes towards the mysterious spiritual stone became greedy uncontrollably. Because this Tianxing Yuanyan Stone was a famous fourth-level spiritual material, the top-level type among the known fire-attributed spiritual materials.

It is as famous as top-level fire-attribute spiritual materials such as Vermillion Bird Stone, Burning Sky Crystal, and Flame Gold Essence, and is also blessed with mysterious star power.

Even an old monster in the Nascent Soul stage would fight for it with red eyes. If a high-level cultivator with fire attribute encountered it, he would definitely go crazy. Its value is so precious that it cannot be measured by spirit stones.

The beautiful woman in the black dress curled her lips and said, "You are about to die, but you are still so greedy."

Behind her, Wen Xiuxin, who had been calm and composed, was staring at the Tianxing Yuanyan Stone on the scepter, with a strange light flashing in her eyes.

At this time, there was a loud roar, and the powerful green wooden bow had shot out another arrow.

A green arrow of light tore through the sky and, driven by dense runes, shot towards the people of the Black Spirit Church with unstoppable force.

There was a hint of fanaticism in the eyes of the beautiful woman in the black dress. She clenched her right hand and then swung it downwards suddenly.

I saw a flash of fire from the nine dragons carved on the black and red scepter in the air, and the purple flame on the Tianxing Yuanyan Stone inlaid on it suddenly grew stronger.

A beam of purple fire flew out and instantly turned into a round purple flame shield blocking the black-dressed beautiful woman and others.

The next moment, the green light arrow hit the purple flame shield.

But this time the indestructible green light arrow failed, even though it was spinning at a high speed and bursting out with powerful power.

But it still couldn't break this seemingly thin purple fire shield.

The beautiful woman in the black dress showed a hint of fierceness on her face and suddenly clenched her right hand.

The purple flame on the fire shield suddenly grew stronger and rolled towards the green light arrow.

With a mournful wail, the green arrow of light was directly melted into nothingness by the purple flame.

Duanmu Ling's mind was connected, and he immediately spat out a small mouthful of blood.

"This... could it be the magic weapon used by the Black Spirit!?"

Duanmu Ling had blood at the corner of her mouth and her eyes were wide open, as if she had thought of something, and said in disbelief.

"Hehe, you're right. This is the treasure used by the God. As a reward, I'll let you see the power of this treasure." The beautiful woman in black dress giggled, covering her mouth.

As soon as she finished speaking, the purple flame shield suddenly split into several fireballs, and as the flames surged, they transformed into purple spiritual flowers.

After spinning around, they flew towards Duanmu Ling, Feng Jue and several other cultivators in the late foundation building stage.

The monks had just witnessed the horror of the purple flame, and they immediately retreated as quickly as if they had seen a snake or scorpion, and frantically used all kinds of life-saving methods.

In just a blink of an eye, those purple spiritual flowers caught up with Duanmu Ling and the other seven cultivators.

A violent roar mixed with screams followed, and the scene was in chaos.

Duanmu Ling was seen being enveloped in a jade bowl-shaped defensive spiritual weapon, with a layer of purple flames attached to its surface.

Although the jade bowl was flashing with light and trying hard to resist the power of the purple flame, it was still melted bit by bit.

Fortunately, after a long time, the power of the purple flame was finally exhausted, and then the jade bowl shrank in the spiritual light and flew into Duanmu Ling's hands.

She looked at the slightly melted and severely damaged jade bowl, and her eyes could not help but flash with heartache and shock.

Because her treasure was a very valuable, top-grade defensive spiritual weapon, but it was severely damaged by the power of the purple flame.

She frowned and waved her hand. A silver net flew out, temporarily blocking the attacks from the magic weapons, talismans, etc. launched by the enemy monks.

Then she glanced around at the situation of her own monks, and her face sank.

(End of this chapter)