Longevity Thunder Ancestor

Chapter 354 Continuous Reversals
Master Xuanqi smiled calmly, stretched out his right hand into the air, and the green wooden bow flew into his hand.

The wooden bow flashed with brilliant green light and was easily pulled to full length by Master Xuanqi.

And three green light arrows took shape on it. The power of each light arrow was more than ten times stronger than the light arrow that Duanmu Ling had fired before.

There were only sharp "swoosh" sounds, and in the blink of an eye, Master Xuanqi had shot nine arrows, each aimed at the nine flaming dragons.

There was a loud roar, mixed with angry sounds, and various colored lights flashed wildly.

Under the power of the green light arrows, half of the bodies of the nine fire dragons were instantly blown apart.

Even though the purple flame was very terrifying, facing the Aoki bow which was now at full power, it could no longer be suppressed as before.

Another sharp whistling sound was heard, and Master Xuanqi had already drawn his bow and shot out nine arrows again.

Following a wailing sound, the nine seemingly extraordinary fire dragons were finally completely blown apart.

The nine dragon carvings on the black and red scepter also dimmed in an instant.

It’s not that the black and red scepter is not powerful, but the gap between the beautiful woman in black dress who activated it at this moment and Master Xuanqi is so huge that it cannot be made up by treasures at all.

Master Xuanqi smiled calmly, then opened his hand and grabbed into the air.

I saw a huge green hand several feet long formed in an instant, and it grabbed the black scepter in the air without any hesitation.

The beautiful woman in the black dress's face changed drastically.

She was about to move, but her expression suddenly became dull, and her face became gloomy, as if shrouded in a shadow.

The black ancient scroll flew out and turned without wind, turning to the last page.

Then, a very special black symbol flew out and was imprinted directly on her forehead.

The next moment, a tall black shadow slowly appeared behind the beautiful woman in the black dress.

He was wearing a cloak, his face hidden in the shadows, and only a pair of cold and ruthless eyes, like cold stars, could be vaguely seen.

A vast and boundless aura emanates from it, making people want to bow down in worship.

Master Xuanqi, who was originally smiling calmly, suddenly changed his expression.

At this moment, the beautiful woman in black dress suddenly stretched out her right hand, and the huge black shadow behind her made the same move.

Then a black light shot out instantly, directly smashing the green hand, and the black and red scepter also flew into the hands of the beautiful woman in black dress with great light.

At this time, the aura of the beautiful woman in black dress was also increasing rapidly, and it was even not much different from that of Master Xuanqi.

Duanmu Ling, who had been smiling and thought she had won, suddenly changed her expression and showed a trace of worry.

Feng Jue also flew in front of her and looked at her solemnly.

Duanmu Ling immediately understood what he meant. He wanted her to retreat first.

Duanmu Ling gritted her teeth and hesitated for a moment.

Xuan Qi Zhenren narrowed his eyes and murmured, "Has the Black Spirit recovered to this extent?"

Then he snorted coldly: "If you possessed a Jindan cultivator, I might be a little afraid. But you are just a Jiadan cultivator, I want to see how capable you are!"

After saying this, Master Xuanqi opened his mouth and spit out a ball of white gas.

After this mass of air was ejected, the incarnation of Xuanqi Zhenren's spiritual consciousness even dimmed a little.

And this air mass surged and transformed into an unusual white arrow.

Master Xuanqi placed the white arrow on the green wooden bow and slowly pulled it apart.

An extremely powerful and terrifying might emanated from it.

The beautiful woman in the black dress had a cold and ruthless expression on her face, and she swung the black and red scepter with force.

A purple light emanated from it and instantly transformed into a purple flame dragon, pouncing towards Master Xuanqi with its fangs and claws bared.

The next moment, the purple flame dragon collided with the white arrow in the air, and time seemed to stand still at this moment. While everyone was nervously looking at the sky, waiting for the result of this fight, Wen Xiuxin smiled.

The green oil lamp in front of her suddenly flashed, and a spiritual bird with green flames flew out of it and pounced on the last tall shadow of the beautiful woman in black dress with lightning speed.

In an instant, a hole was torn on the back of the phantom, and green flames spread rapidly.

The tall shadow suddenly trembled violently, and violent black mist gathered towards the wound, trying to extinguish the green flame.

The beautiful woman in the black dress had a look of pain and ferocity on her gloomy face.

Affected by this, the purple flame dragon in the air suddenly collapsed and was pierced by the white arrow, but it still shot towards the beautiful woman in the black dress with its remaining power.

The black and red scepter blocked in front of him, and the Sky Star Yuanyan Stone inlaid on the neck of the scepter emitted an intense light and vibrated violently.

The next moment, a brilliant light burst out.

The beautiful woman in black dress was suddenly knocked dozens of feet into the air. There was blood on the corners of her mouth, and her jade-like face became even more mysterious.

The tall shadow behind her looked much dimmer now, even though the wound on her back had healed.

Wen Xiuxin's sudden attack shocked the monks on both sides for a moment.

The cultivators from the Mo, Hu and Wen families looked at her in disbelief, with expressions of shock on their faces.

The beautiful woman in the black dress had an even more ferocious expression on her face as she stared at her intently.

He held the black and red scepter in his right hand and swung it vigorously.

Suddenly, a huge purple fireball, like a meteorite, came crashing towards Wen Xiuxin.

Wen Xiuxin waved at the green oil lamp, and a green flame spirit flower flew out of it, colliding with the purple fireball, and both turned into nothing.

But Wen Xiuxin took a few steps back, her pretty face turned pale, and the flame on the green oil lamp became much weaker.

However, Master Xuanqi, who was about to attack again, widened his eyes slightly, staring at the green oil lamp with a look of doubt and suspicion, and did not even bother to attack again.

Duanmu Ling and Feng Jue looked at each other, confused by this sudden change.

"Xiuxin, are you crazy?" Wen Fuyong, the eldest elder of the Wen family, shouted at her.

Mo Xingkong and Hu Shikui also looked at her in disbelief.

Wen Xiuxin looked at the three people, a look of indifference flashed across her beautiful eyes, and she said expressionlessly: "It's time for you to have a taste of what it's like to be a sacrifice."

Wen Fuyong and the other two's faces changed, and then they suddenly stepped back.

But at this moment, a little green light appeared above their heads.

Then, an illusory green flower slowly grew.

At the same time, the vitality of these three people was rapidly fading, and their appearance was also aging rapidly.

The three of them had desperate looks on their faces. They stretched out their hands as if to do something, but in the end they could only pull them down helplessly.

Within a few breaths, the three monks died.

The three green spiritual flowers above their heads had now become gorgeous and tempting.

Then it suddenly flew towards the green oil lamp in front of Wen Xiuxin.

The oil lamp suddenly emitted a bright green light, and the green light on it instantly became several times brighter.

"Fire worship?..." A hollow and disembodied voice came from the tall shadow behind the beautiful woman in black dress, with some doubt in the voice.

Then the beautiful woman in black dress, holding the black and red scepter in her hand, flew towards the crater above without hesitation.

Wen Xiuxin pursed her lips into a smile, then, wrapped in the green flames, she chased upwards.

The incarnation of Xuanqi Zhenren's spirit narrowed his eyes and suddenly chased into the sky with the green wooden bow.

(End of this chapter)