bayedsolid Chapter 609 Hahaha! Turns out they are all trash!
Chapter 609 Hahaha! Turns out they are all trash!
After hearing this, everyone inevitably felt a little discouraged. They hadn't noticed it when they were chasing, but when they really had to take action, they would still have some concerns.
At this moment, someone suddenly shouted:
"No, look at its right hand, isn't there a wound?"
As soon as these words were spoken, everyone's attention was immediately drawn over. Even Du Jinghong, whose mouth was full of healing pills, could not help but stop wailing and opened his eyes to look over.
When they saw the wound that had not yet healed, everyone was suddenly excited.
"This demon must have been injured by the Holy Son!"
"It's rumored that the Qingming Jiao has an extremely strong recovery ability. Even if it's seriously injured, it can recover quickly with its powerful body. But right now, it seems that its recovery speed is pitifully slow."
"It seems this monster isn't that strong. If the Holy Son can hurt it, then we can definitely hurt it too!"
"That's right! With so many of us attacking together, even if one of us hits it once, it will be beaten into a pulp!"
For a moment, everyone regained confidence.
Such a high-spirited scene suddenly made Qingming Jiao's heart skip a beat.
The person who came this time was indeed different from the previous ones. When those people fought with it before, it didn't seem like a life-and-death fight at all.
They were all very cautious, afraid of getting hurt, and mostly focused on defense, but in the end they were all torn to pieces by it when it took the opportunity.
But this time, these people were not only extremely powerful, but also had no fear at all. One person dared to chase and chop it.
Especially the two who just attacked, their auras were not that strong, but their strength was extremely powerful. In a head-on battle, it could only draw with them at best.
It could hardly withstand the attack of those two people together.
Now that so many people are coming together, won't it be buried here?!
At this moment, the desire to retreat in its heart reached an unprecedented level.
At this moment, someone shouted, "What are you standing there for? Kill the dragon and get the treasure!"
Then a shadow of a small mountain flew out from behind and smashed into the top of Qingming Jiao's head with a loud bang.
As if it was a signal, bursts of shouts and cries of killing suddenly rang out in the passage, followed by swords, spears, halberds, hammers, axes, fans, and nearly a hundred magic weapons being used.
The Yuan Energy of heaven and earth fluctuated even more violently, transforming into mountains, rivers, gold, wood, earth, stone, and spiritual beasts of all shapes and sizes, all rushing towards the Qingming Jiao.
The vast energy of heaven and earth filled every corner, and the surrounding rock walls were shattered in an instant, and the scope of this place suddenly expanded to a hundred feet in radius.
Such terrifying power immediately made everyone even more excited.
Even Jiang Han's eyes showed some surprise.
With so many people attacking together, even if their strength is dispersed, their combined strength is definitely comparable to that of the Nascent Soul Great Perfection.
Even if he was hit, he would probably be in great danger.
But fortunately, he was fast enough, so no matter how strong his strength was, it would be a waste of effort if he couldn't hit the person.
The Qingming Jiao was also very frightened. The man and the sword just now were fighting on par with it. Now so many people with similar aura strength attacked it at the same time. Wouldn’t it be killed in one round?
"wrong!"
It was puzzled again. Why were these attacks so slow? Compared to the previous person, it was like a snail crawling.
So, it tried to hide.
"Boom--!"
The terrifying attacks all hit the place where the Qingming Jiao was. The earth and sky shook violently, and the entire cave was shaken. The remaining rock walls cracked into countless cracks, and then shattered with a loud bang. The surrounding space suddenly expanded to hundreds of feet in radius.
Such terrifying power frightened all the people who launched the attack, as if they couldn't believe that they could launch such a terrifying attack.
"I thought this monster was very powerful, but I didn't expect it to be killed so easily. With such terrifying power, the monster will definitely not survive!"
"That being said, we still can't let our guard down. The next moment will be the most dangerous. Be careful of the people from the big clan who might kill people and steal treasures."
Before seeing the body of Qingming Jiao, everyone gathered in a group and secretly guarded against others.
At the same time, the Qingming Jiao stood in a dark corner, also somewhat unable to believe it.
It really didn't expect that these people's attacks were so slow, so slow that they couldn't hit it at all.
It was so cautious just now, but it turns out that except for those few people, all these people are useless! !
As long as it stays away from those people holding swords, the others will not be a threat to it at all!
“Hahahaha! Ang——!”
An excited dragon roar interrupted everyone's excitement. Qingming Jiao saw hope of survival again. As long as he killed other people, he could find a way to survive!
"It's Long Yin, that monster is not dead!"
"Brother! Quickly set up the formation!"
It was not until this time that the many monks, who were overwhelmed by excitement, remembered to set up formations to kill the enemy.
Unfortunately, it’s still too late.
The Qingming Jiao has a strong body, the law of wind, and inherited magical powers. How can it be so easy to kill it?
What's more, they are so close to it and have not set up any protective formations. Isn't this seeking death?
A green light flashed, and immediately a cultivator in the early Nascent Soul stage was torn into two halves.
Qingming Jiao looked at the Nascent Soul in his palm, seeming a little bit unbelievable. How could these people's bodies be so fragile?
It was just a test move, but the opponent couldn't even dodge and was killed by its claw!
Compared with the man just now, he was like a piece of paper and would break at the slightest touch.
It exerted force with its palm and easily crushed the Nascent Soul into pieces.
After confirming the gap between the two sides once again, the corners of its mouth immediately opened wildly:
"That's right! That's right! Humans are supposed to be this fragile!"
It laughed wildly, stuffed the Nascent Soul into its mouth and swallowed it, then avoided the direction where the aura was too strong and rushed towards the crowd.
At this time, everyone was already frightened. Rumors were just rumors after all. Only when they really faced it could they understand how terrifying this Qingming Jiao was.
The pressure from a dragon in the late Nascent Soul stage alone is enough to make those with weak willpower unable to bear it, not to mention that the dragon has swallowed a Nascent Soul alive.
But fortunately, they were the elite of the major families after all. Although they were in a mess, after more than a dozen people died, they finally worked together to activate the formation plate and formed their own formation.
In an instant, more than ten formations appeared one after another, turning into shields of different colors, blocking each group.
"Boom--!"
The sharp claws of the Qingming Jiao were blocked by everyone for the first time, but the huge power carried by the claws still made the cultivators in the formation spit blood.
Just at this moment, a sword light came across the sky, like a flash of lightning that cut through the void, with a layer of misty green light, and the tip of the sword pierced the center of Qingming Jiao's eyebrows.
Qingming Jiao felt a sharp pain between his eyebrows and was horrified. He quickly raised his hand to block it, but with a "ding" sound, the Thunder Sword was bounced away by a claw and then disappeared in a flash.
However, there was also an inch-long wound on the dragon claw covered with green scales, through which the white bone could be seen.