The Confucian and Taoist Sages of Mortal Cultivation

When Nangong Wan saw Yang Qingyuan suddenly appear, she immediately realized that he was the one who had taken the golden treasure chest.

After poisoning five or six cultivators, the black dragon's anger subsided. It glared at Nangong Wan and Yang Qingyuan with its golden vertical pupils, and could vaguely sense that Nangong Wan posed the greatest threat to it. At the same time, it also sensed the golden box in Yang Qingyuan's storage bag.

"You all get out of here!" Upon seeing this, Nangong Wan immediately ordered the disciples of the Hidden Moon Sect beside her to retreat. "The Ink Flood Dragon has already entered the second stage, its strength is comparable to a Foundation Establishment cultivator, quickly leave the underground palace!"

"I'll hold off this black dragon for a moment!"

The disciples in the Qi Refining stage were already terrified by the black dragon's purple venom, and immediately dared not linger, running towards the steps at the exit.

Seeing this, Yang Qingyuan took the lead and fled, his cloud-stepping boots flashing with dark light, his figure so fast that it left afterimages.

But the black dragon seemed to have its sights set on Yang Qingyuan. With a twist of its body, it swooped down from the sky, creating a series of whooshing sounds. Its speed was even faster than the Cloud-Stepping Boots. It crashed heavily to the ground, blocking Yang Qingyuan's path and standing in his way like an insurmountable wall.

The disciples of the Hidden Moon Sect were overjoyed to see that the Ink Dragon ignored them, and they all fled into the tunnel.

However, a female cultivator who looked similar to Zhao Xiaofeng entered the passageway, took out a talisman, and stuck it on the wall of the passageway.

The next moment, multicolored light shone from the talisman, causing the surrounding walls to writhe and then close together, completely disappearing the passage without leaving a single crack.

"Minor Five Elements Sumeru Forbidden Technique!"

When Nangong Wan saw the exit disappear, a look of panic flashed in her beautiful eyes, and she was caught in a dilemma.

"You brat, if you don't want to die, join forces with me."

Nangong Wan quickly calmed down and turned to look at Yang Qingyuan beside her.

"Alright! Let's kill this black dragon first, then we'll talk about the box." Yang Qingyuan didn't hesitate for a moment, immediately took off the sword box from his back and stood aside.

A clear sword hum rang out from the sword case, and the next moment, seven sword lights of different colors flew out of the case and soared into the sky.

"Seven top-grade flying swords?" Even though Nangong Wan was knowledgeable, she couldn't understand how a Qi Refining stage cultivator could control so many flying swords.

But at this crucial moment, the stronger your teammates are, the better.

Without saying a word, Nangong Wan grabbed a handful of talismans from her storage bag and threw them at the black dragon.

The talismans transformed into giant wind blades, firebirds, and ice spikes, accurately striking the body of the black dragon. Surprisingly, they were all mid-to-low-level talismans.

However, after a barrage of attacks, the Ink Dragon only suffered minor injuries.

Of Yang Qingyuan's seven flying swords, only the Thunderclap Sword and the newly acquired Rain Flower Sword could leave wounds on the black dragon's snow-white skin. The other five flying swords could at most leave a white mark.

The situation was the same for Nangong Wan; none of the many talismans could break through the skin of the black dragon.

Only the Vermilion Bird Ring could injure the Ink Dragon, leaving it covered in bruises, but it was only a minor injury.

Instead, the black dragon became even more ferocious. With a flick of its tail, it sent the seven flying swords and the Vermilion Bird Ring flying. Then, it opened its blood-red maw and lunged at Nangong Wan, who posed the greatest threat.

Nangong Wanhua turned pale and hurriedly took out a mid-to-high-level flying talisman, affixed it to her chest, and took to the air, maneuvering and dodging the black dragon's bites.

"What other treasures do you have? Show them to us!"

Nangong Wan was chased around by the black dragon, her eyes filled with panic. She hurriedly called out to Yang Qingyuan.

Upon hearing this, Yang Qingyuan patted his storage bag at his waist and took out a folding fan.

The fan ribs are made of black jade and are engraved with ancient thunder patterns and cloud seal script.

The two fans, one blue and one purple, depict long winds and flowing clouds on the back and thunder and lightning on the front. As soon as they appeared, they stirred up fierce winds and flashes of lightning.

"The Wind and Thunder Fan!" Nangong Wan's expression changed upon seeing the folding fan, and she exclaimed in surprise, "So that's how it is! No wonder you knew the Divine Wind Token was here!"

"What is your relationship with that outcast of our Hidden Moon Sect?"

Upon hearing this, Yang Qingyuan understood that the abandoned disciple the other party was referring to was Wu Sangchong, and replied, "Now is not the time to talk about this, let's kill this black dragon first!"

Upon hearing this, Nangong Wan raised her hand and summoned the Vermilion Bird Ring from afar back to her side.

The black dragon caught up with Nangong Wan, immediately opened its blood-red maw, and bit down, wanting to swallow her whole.

Nangong Wan sidestepped and summoned the Vermilion Bird Ring.

The Vermilion Bird Ring swelled in the wind, transforming into a ring of flames that perfectly encircled the Ink Dragon, tightly constricting its neck and fixing it in mid-air.

"Hurry up and get started!"

Nangong Wan landed back on the ground, her hands forming a hand seal as she tried her best to maintain the Vermilion Bird Ring, and she called out to Yang Qingyuan for help.

Yang Qingyuan also mobilized his internal magical power and poured it into the Wind and Thunder Fan.

As the Wind and Thunder Fan unfolded, a fierce storm of wind and thunder instantly erupted around them.

A strong gale blew, causing the swamp to surge and waves to rise, while streaks of silver lightning streaked across the area, illuminating the underground swamp with flickering light.

Wind and thunder intertwined, their power awe-inspiring.

"hurry up!"

Nangong Wan gritted her teeth, her whole body drenched in sweat.

"Alright!" Yang Qingyuan gripped the Wind and Thunder Fan tightly, a glint of light flashing in his eyes, before being fiercely slapped by the black dragon in mid-air.

A thunderous roar suddenly erupted from the ground!

A small whirlwind burst forth from the fan, landed on the ground, spun rapidly, and then rose up, transforming in the blink of an eye into a cyan tornado thirty feet high.

A silver-white lightning dragon coiled within the tornado, emitting bursts of dragon roars.

The tornado then surged towards the black dragon, carrying a destructive force, and in an instant, it arrived in front of the black dragon and engulfed it.

Nangong Wan sensed the terrifying power contained within the tornado and was startled. She quickly formed hand seals and summoned the Vermilion Bird Ring back.

Meanwhile, the black dragon was sucked into the tornado, its massive body spinning endlessly in the wind, utterly unable to resist.

When the Thunder Dragon touched the Black Dragon's body, it instantly blew open the indestructible dragon skin.

"roar!"

The black dragon let out a heart-wrenching scream.

Immediately afterwards, the tornado's wind blades relentlessly slashed at the black dragon's body, leaving deep, bone-revealing wounds.

The tornado appeared quickly and disappeared just as fast, lasting only a few breaths in total.

Immediately afterwards, the black dragon's body, like a kite with a broken string, crashed headfirst to the ground, causing the ground to tremble slightly.

Nangong Wan looked closely and found that the black dragon's body was covered with dense wounds, including cuts from wind blades and injuries from lightning strikes.

Mo Jiao collapsed to the ground, blood gushing from his wounds. He was no longer able to fight and was critically injured and on the verge of death.

If no one comes to the rescue, the black dragon will only be able to survive for the time it takes for an incense stick to burn.

"One swipe and the Ink Dragon is severely injured!" Nangong Wanmei's eyes were filled with astonishment, clearly unable to believe that a Qi Refining stage cultivator could unleash such power. But after a moment's thought, she made a rough guess and thought to herself, "That's it! This person must have a Thunder Spirit Root!"

"Only someone with a lightning spirit root could unleash such power from the Wind and Thunder Fan!"

"Even a wind spirit root couldn't do that."

Yang Qingyuan walked to the side of the black dragon and saw that the black dragon's golden vertical pupils were full of pleading and fear.

"It seems you're quite intelligent."

Seeing how powerful the black dragon was, Yang Qingyuan also had the idea of ​​subduing it.

Generally speaking, a Qi Refining stage cultivator is unable to subdue a level two demon beast.

But Yang Qingyuan was no ordinary cultivator; he casually took out a black talisman from his storage bag.

This talisman was obtained by him when he became Lei Wanhe's apprentice. It is called the "Beast Taming Talisman" and comes from Spirit Beast Mountain. It can be used to plant beast taming restrictions in the bodies of monsters below level three.

Of course, this is on the premise that the monster is already powerless to struggle.

If Yang Qingyuan could implant this talisman into the Mo Jiao, he could decide its life or death in an instant, and even control its body, making the Mo Jiao like a puppet.

Yang Qingyuan used his remaining magic power to activate the black talisman.

The black talisman transformed into a stream of light and entered the mind of the black dragon.

Yang Qingyuan gradually sensed the black dragon, and then took out a handful of healing pills from his storage bag and threw them into the black dragon's mouth.

These healing pills were obtained after he killed disciples from various sects, including top-tier pills like the Rejuvenation Pill, which improved the condition of the Ink Dragon.

"You brat from Yellow Maple Valley!"

Just then, Yang Qingyuan heard Nangong Wan calling his name, so he looked in the direction of the sound.

Nangong Wan stared at Yang Qingyuan's storage bag, arms crossed, and said sternly, "Considering we fought side by side just now, if you're willing to hand over that box..."

"This patriarch will then bestow upon you a great destiny!"