Chapter 455: Convergence (Third update)

In a certain green grassland, a woman and three men were fighting fiercely. The woman was Wang Ruyan, and the three men were disciples of the Hundred Beast Sect. One had a third-level foundation building, and two had a fourth-level foundation building. They all had a second-level spirit beast. There was a huge blue bowl suspended above Wang Ruyan's head, and his face was a little pale.

The three disciples of the Hundred Beast Sect each drove a second-level spiritual beast to attack Wang Ruyan, a giant red python, a giant cyan wolf, and a giant black tiger. There were constant roars and various auras blazing.

Beside Wang Ruyan, there were two broken puppet beasts.

The disciples of the Hundred Beasts Sect were not very strong individually, but they had one second-level spirit beast, which was equivalent to six foundation-building monks besieging Wang Ruyan. Wang Ruyan could barely resist with the help of the second-level puppet beast.

Wang Ruyan bit her red lips tightly and frowned.

She knew that she was not a disciple of the Hundred Beast Sect, but the attack of the disciples of the Hundred Beast Sect was very fierce. As long as she relaxed a little, her defense might be broken.

All the escape talismans on her body were used up, and she couldn't run away even if she wanted to.

"Junior Brother Li, Junior Brother Chen, don't kill her, I haven't tasted the taste of a female monk in the Foundation Establishment Stage!"

A tall, thin, middle-aged man with an obscene face.

Wang Ruyan's face darkened after hearing this. She would rather die than let the other party succeed.

"Who gave you the courage? You dare to attack my ninth aunt, are you tired of living?"

A cold male voice came from the sky.

As soon as he finished speaking, a golden light flew from a distance at an extremely fast speed.

Not long after, the golden light stopped hundreds of feet in the void, and the person who came was none other than Wang Qingshan.

Wang Qingshan was riding on the back of Sanshou Jiao with a cold look on his face.

Wang Qingshan pinched the sword technique, and a crisp sword sound sounded. Nine green flying swords flew out from his sword box, one turned into two, two words four...

Soon, hundreds of cyan flying swords were suspended above Wang Qingshan's head.

There was a loud "chichi" sound, and hundreds of green flying swords slashed at the three Hundred Beasts Sect disciples.

At the same time, the three cunning heads opened their bloody mouths and sprayed out red fireballs, white ice cones, and golden lightning.

"Boom!"

There was a huge roar, and the three foundation-building monks worked together to hold up a cyan light shield, blocking Wang Qingshan's attack.

They didn't notice that Wang Qingshan quietly set up a sword formation and surrounded them.

"Spirit-cutting sword formation, kill it for me."

Wang Qingshan's method changed and he let out a soft drink.

There was a crisp sound of swords, and countless green sword energy flew out, slashing at the three foundation-building monks.

"Boom!"

There was a deafening explosion, and the cyan light shield held up by the three foundation-building monks was like paper, being smashed into pieces by the dense cyan sword energy.

Three shrill screams rang out, and three disciples of the Hundred Beast Sect fell in a pool of blood, dead without any body parts.

As soon as the three Hundred Beast Sect disciples died, their spirit beasts automatically flew back into their spirit beast bags.

Wang Ruyan knew that Wang Qingshan was more powerful, but he didn't expect Wang Qingshan to be so powerful, with a look of shock on his face.

Wang Qingshan patted Sanshouji under him, and Sanshouji slowly landed.

"Aunt Ninth, are you okay?"

Wang Ruyan shook his head and said with a smile: "Qingshan, fortunately you arrived in time, otherwise I would have died."

"Aunt Ninth, you're welcome. This is what a nephew should do."

Wang Ruyan's eyes fell on the three cunning beasts under Wang Qingshan. There was a hint of surprise in his beautiful eyes, and he asked curiously: "Qingshan, where did you get this second-level high-grade exotic beast?"

Wang Qingshan smiled slightly and explained: "These are the three cunning, mutated spiritual beasts that I just surrendered. By the way, Aunt Nine, do you have any news about Uncle Eighteen and Brother Twelve?"

Wang Ruyan shook his head and said: "No, I..."

Before she could finish her words, a huge explosion sounded from a distance.

A black shadow appeared on the plain in the distance, and a large number of demon birds were chasing after it.

The black shadow rushed towards their location at an extremely fast speed.

"No, someone is coming."

Wang Qingshan narrowed his eyes and his expression changed: "No, it's Uncle Eighteen."

Wang Changhao was riding on the back of the green-scaled horse, his eyes full of fear.

His luck was extremely bad. Except for killing a second-level demon python at the beginning and getting three hundred-year-old fruits, Wang Changhao spent the rest of the time running for his life, using up all the second-level talismans and self-exposure magic weapons he carried.

Hundreds of huge two-headed crows were chasing after him, releasing gray wind blades to attack Wang Changhao from time to time.

There was a loud "chichi" sound, and dense gray wind blades shot out overwhelmingly, blocking Wang Changhao's path.

Wang Changhao felt wary, slapped the horse's back with his right hand, flew off the green scale horse's back, and flew to the left.

"Boom!"

There was a huge roar, and countless gray wind blades hit the green-scaled horse, and the green-scaled horse fell into a pool of blood.

The two-headed crow failed to hit a single blow and once again released the gray wind blade to attack Wang Changhao.

At this moment, a man's cold shout sounded: "Giant Sword Technique!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a blue rainbow that was several feet long shot out. It was a huge blue sword that exuded amazing aura. The huge blue sword rushed into the demon bird with an irresistible momentum, like Just like chopping melons and vegetables, the two-headed crows were chopped into two pieces by the giant green sword, and their bodies fell towards the ground.

The overall strength of this group of demon birds is not high. The Crow King is only the second-level mid-level, there are more than a dozen second-level low-level ones, and the others are all first-level.

The cyan giant sword was like a wolf entering a flock of sheep, easily killing the two-headed crows, with only dozens of first-order two-headed crows escaping.

Wang Changhao breathed a sigh of relief and broke into a cold sweat.

At this time, Wang Ruyan and Wang Qingshan came over and asked in unison:

"Eighteenth Brother (Eighteenth Uncle), are you okay?"

Wang Changhao shook his head and said with a smile: "I'm fine, thanks to Qingshan. I'm so unlucky. Either I encounter others fighting, or I'm chased by gregarious monsters, insects, and birds. If I hadn't encountered you this time, I would have been fierce." Fortunately, where is Qing Jun by the way! Do you have any news about him? "

"No, the twelfth brother is a stable person with a delicate mind. He has a second-level high-grade puppet beast and a second-level formation. He should be fine."

They chatted and learned that Wang Qingshan had surrendered a second-level high-grade mutated three-headed cunning, which made Wang Changhao extremely envious.

"Aunt Ninth, Uncle Eighteen, and Sanshouji are familiar with the situation here. It is about to take me somewhere. Let's go on the road together! It's safer this way."

Naturally, Wang Ruyan and Wang Changhao would not refuse Wang Qingshan's proposal.

Wang Qingshan is very powerful. Together with Wang Qingshan, their survival rate is greater.

They put away the body of the two-headed crow and sat on the back of the three-headed crow.

"Roar!"

The three cunning birds let out a huge roar, flapped their wings fiercely, and blew into the sky with a gust of wind, turning into a golden light and flying high into the sky.