I am in Yellow Maple Valley, and I have a demonic beast clone!

Chapter Thirty-Five: The Disheveled Nangong Wan! Retreat!

Before the words were even finished, the ink dragon that had just emerged from the mud launched its attack!

It opened its enormous mouth, and a strange, dark light shone from deep within its throat—

"puff!"

A jet of jet-black water, as thick as a bowl, shot towards Nangong Wan's face like a cannonball, carrying a strong, pungent, and nauseating stench!

The water column was as black as ink, and wherever it passed, the air seemed to freeze. A few drops of black water that splashed onto the ground even corroded fist-sized pits into the hard rock, making a hissing sound.

"You audacious beast!"

Nangong Wan's eyes flashed sharply.

She hurriedly pointed to the Vermilion Bird Ring in the air, and the ring shone brightly red, instantly flashing in front of her. A sea of ​​fire surged out from inside the ring, transforming into a blazing fire barrier.

Immediately afterwards, a series of fist-sized, blazing fireballs, as bright as miniature suns, flew out from within the ring, precisely intercepting them in mid-air and colliding violently with the black water.

"Sizzle—sizzle—sizzle—"

When water and fire clashed, they produced an extremely piercing sound!

Large wisps of white mist formed as if by an explosion, instantly filling half of the underground space and blurring everything.

The fog was mixed with a pungent smell of sulfur and decay, making people nauseous.

Nangong Wan's expression turned solemn, and her hand gestures changed, her ten fingers flying like blooming lotus flowers.

"Seize, immediately, detain, imprison, and lock!"

The five-word mantra, each word distinct and clear, was uttered from her mouth, each syllable seemingly containing some ancient and powerful force!

The enormous Vermilion Bird Ring in the sky trembled violently, emitting a deep hum—and then vanished abruptly!

The buzzing sound started again the next moment!

The Vermilion Bird Ring had actually traversed space and appeared out of thin air directly above the Ink Dragon's head!

Before the monster could react, the ring suddenly sank and rapidly contracted!

"Clang!"

A dull clang of metal on metal!

The Vermilion Bird Ring had already been forcibly fitted onto the middle section of the Ink Dragon's body. The ring was engulfed in crimson flames, like a red-hot iron being pressed against flesh and blood, instantly engulfing half of the Ink Dragon's body in raging fire!

"hiss--!"

The black dragon let out an extremely painful roar, its massive body twisting wildly!

But the Vermilion Bird Ring seemed to have taken root, firmly locked onto it, and remained completely still!

"Hurry up! I can't hold it in for much longer!"

Nangong Wan's face showed no sign of relaxation, and fine beads of sweat were already visible on her forehead.

Forcibly activating her natal magic weapon with her Qi Refining stage cultivation, even if it was only a portion of its power, was a huge burden for her at this moment.

The fifteen disciples of the Hidden Moon Sect behind him seemed to awaken from a dream.

Although they didn't know why the "Black Scaled Python" in front of them had suddenly turned into the "Ink Dragon" mentioned by their master, it did not hinder their already prepared attack!

"beat!"

The leading female disciple in white shouted sharply and made the first move!

Fifteen red and blue beams of light shot out simultaneously from all directions, converging precisely in mid-air into an even thicker torrent of energy. With a terrifying hissing sound, it struck the imprisoned body of the black dragon like a sword of divine punishment!

"Boom boom boom boom boom—!"

A series of deafening roars, so numerous they were almost indistinguishable, echoed repeatedly in the enclosed underground space, making one's eardrums ache!

However—the smoke of battle cleared.

The seemingly thin, barely visible black mist on the Mo Jiao's body actually managed to block this round of concentrated fire!

The fog fluctuated violently, like the surface of a lake ravaged by a gale, but it ultimately did not dissipate.

"Keep attacking! The black dragon's protective black clouds won't hold for long!"

Nangong Wan, quick-witted and outspoken, gave another order.

At the same time, she bit her tongue and spat out a mouthful of blood onto the Vermilion Bird Ring!

The crimson light surrounding the dragon suddenly intensified, and the flames enveloping the black dragon burned even more fiercely and intensely!

"Boom boom boom boom—!"

The disciples of the Hidden Moon Sect did not slacken their efforts. Relying on their combined attack formation, they relentlessly shot beams of red and blue light at the struggling monster in mid-air.

The beams of light poured down like a torrential downpour, stretching endlessly.

The protective black clouds surrounding the black dragon's body finally began to crack.

One, two, three...

The cracks spread rapidly like a spider web!

"Ugh—!"

Finally, after another fierce attack, the incredibly tough protective dark cloud let out a mournful cry and collapsed with a bang!

A hideous blood hole the size of a bowl appeared on the black dragon's body covered with jet-black scales!

Blood gushed out like a fountain, spilling onto the black swampy mud below, a horrifying sight.

In excruciating pain, the black dragon struggled even more frantically, almost descending into madness!

……

Deep underground.

Zhou Ding, through Xiao Jin's ability to hear the earth, "saw" the fierce battle clearly.

His heart involuntarily quickened.

"This beast isn't really dead, is it?"

He felt a surge of nervousness.

It's not out of sympathy for Mo Jiao.

However, if Mo Jiao were to die now, the golden treasure chest would be completely out of his reach.

Nangong Wan and fifteen elite disciples were up there. Even if he had extraordinary abilities, he couldn't possibly snatch the treasure from under their noses.

"Hold on... hold on..."

Zhou Ding silently cheered it on.

It was as if I heard his prayer.

A sudden change has occurred!

"I can't hold it in anymore!!"

Nangong Wan's voice suddenly rose, filled with barely suppressed anxiety!

At this moment, under the continuous concentrated fire of the Hidden Moon Sect disciples, three or four more new blood holes were added to the massive body of the Ink Dragon.

The dragon's blood was sprayed down as if it were free, turning a large area of ​​the swamp below into an eerie black and red color.

But the monster's vitality was terrifyingly tenacious. Far from collapsing, it—

"Hiss—Roar—!!!"

The black dragon suddenly opened its blood-red maw and let out a shrill, extremely mournful roar!

That hiss was unlike any before; it seemed to be a wail and rage bursting forth from the depths of the soul.

It was like a tangible sound wave, mixed with the power of some ancient bloodline awakening, and instantly swept across the entire underground world!

The rock face vibrated and hummed, and loose stones fell down in a rustling sound.

All the disciples of the Hidden Moon Sect present, including Nangong Wan, felt a strong wave of dizziness and vertigo!

Immediately afterwards—

An even stranger thing happened!

In the air, the Vermilion Bird Ring remained firmly in place.

But the black dragon's true form within the ring... vanished into thin air!

All that remained on the ring was a tattered, black snake skin, covered in large scorch marks and bloodstains, which had been completely shed from the inside out!

"Melting! Like a cicada shedding its shell!"

Nangong Wan's pupils suddenly contracted!

"There it is!"

A sharp-eyed disciple of the Hidden Moon Sect pointed in horror at the dome!

Clinging to the rock wall of the underground world's dome, a colossal beast, pure white in color and of a peculiar shape, moves silently like a gecko!

At this moment, the Ink Dragon has been completely transformed!

Its once jet-black body had turned snow-white and scaleless, gleaming with a cold, metallic sheen in the dim light. Your one-stop haven for novel reading.

Its length increased dramatically from over three zhang to over five zhang, and its body became much thicker.

The previously horrifying blood holes are now only marked by a few faint red scars.

The most astonishing thing is its head—

On the triangular snake head, a single horn, about an inch long, jet black and shiny, with faint dark lightning flowing around it, suddenly grew out!

Below the abdomen of the body, a pair of white claws appeared. Although they only had three toes, they were cold and sharp!

This beast has shed its serpentine form and transformed into a dragon!

It looks exactly like the dragon in legends and in ancient paintings!

A fierce pressure far exceeding that before spread from its body as if it were a tangible force!

Level 2 monster!

It's still comparable to a level two dragon-type demon beast in the mid-Foundation Establishment stage!

"Retreat! Retreat immediately!"

Nangong Wan's voice suddenly rose, filled with an unprecedented solemnity!

She acted decisively, shouting sharply, "The Ink Dragon has evolved to the second tier, its strength comparable to a mid-Foundation Establishment cultivator! All of us combined are no match for it! Retreat immediately! I'll use my magic weapon to hold it off for a moment, buying you some time!"

Before she finished speaking, she waved her hand and brought the Vermilion Bird Ring back to her.

The crimson halo suddenly grew several times larger, spinning rapidly, transforming into a massive barrier of flames that stretched between the Ink Dragon and the disciples of the Hidden Moon Sect.

She's going to cover the rear all by herself!

"Grandmaster!" a disciple exclaimed.

"Let's go!" Nangong Wan said without room for argument.

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"roar--!!!"

The newly evolved Ink Dragon desperately needs to release its power and fury.

It tossed its head and opened its mouth again—

But it wasn't the black water column from before.

Instead, it was a thick, eerily deep purple liquid that covered a very wide area!

The liquid was like a waterfall cascading from the heavens, or a poisonous spring gushing from hell, pouring down on the people of the Hidden Moon Sect!

"Watch out! It's elixir! Extremely corrosive, don't try to block it head-on!"

Nangong Wan shouted urgently, urging the Vermilion Bird Ring to unleash a large curtain of fire in an attempt to intercept them.

Most of the disciples of the Hidden Moon Sect reacted extremely quickly—either they managed to hide behind the defensive fire barrier of the Vermilion Bird Ring in time, or they retreated rapidly backward.

But there are still three people left.

Perhaps it was because they were confident in the superior quality of their magical artifacts, or perhaps their reaction was a little slow.

They chose to unleash their respective defensive magical artifacts and withstand the attack head-on!

A small bronze shield, gleaming with spiritual light.

A piece of jade inkstone, green