Chapter 213 Ba Xia's Hard Shell

Subsequently.

Yang Jian poured his magic power into the Immortal-Slaying Sword without reservation.

The Immortal-Slaying Sword was clearly aware of the consequences of being contaminated by the black water. The sword body was shaking continuously, and the sword energy was strong.

Just when the black water was about to cover it.

Yang Jian swung his sword.

In an instant, endless red waves burst out in the black water, breaking through the black water and rising into the sky.

The dragon claws that covered the black water were instantly wiped off the flesh and blood by the sword energy, leaving only white bones.

The dragon bone is golden in color and feels extremely hard when touched.

But it only lasted a moment in the sword energy before the dragon claws and white bones turned into ashes.

Yang Jian flew up, and in an instant he left the black water and arrived in mid-air.

Only at this moment did he breathe a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, thanks to the full cooperation of the Immortal-Slaying Sword, not a drop of black water got on my body.

Only then did he have time to look at the strange dragon that appeared before him.

He had just seen only the head.

Only when I flew into the air could I see the whole picture.

The creature in front of him had a dragon head, but its body looked like a turtle.

It's really very strange.

At this time, only three of its four claws were left.

He was screaming in pain there.

"It turns out to be the sixth son of Zulong, Baxia."

Yang Jian spoke slowly in a frivolous tone.

He continued, "I didn't kill this Black Water Dragon. You got the wrong person."

Ba Xia's eyes were bloodshot, and the pain of his claws being worn away by the sword energy was like being tortured by slow slicing.

It made him feel so miserable that he still hadn't fully recovered.

The pain made him unable to think rationally, and he just wanted to take down the madman in front of him.

The sword energy just now brought him back a little bit of sanity.

He looked at the ruby-like sword, a trace of greed flashed in his eyes:
"How dare you quibble, you madman? The sword energy just now is the evidence. Now hand over the sword in your hand. I can plead for you in front of Zulong, and perhaps I can buy you a way to live."

As he spoke, countless flesh buds extended from under his tortoise shell and broken arms. In the blink of an eye, the claws of Ba Xia that were worn off by the sword energy had been restored to their original state.

Yang Jian's eyes lit up: "Interesting!"

As the son of Zulong, this Ba Xia is indeed extraordinary.

After his arm was completely worn down by the sword's energy, it seemed as if he had not been hurt at all by the sword's energy.

The arm recovered in an instant.

Yang Jian only felt that the Seventy-Two Transformations were ready to be used.

Bursts of thunder came from the chest and abdomen of the lotus incarnation.

That's the sound of hunger.

The black and red world-destroying black lotus above his head also gave off an urging tone.

Yang Jian became excited instantly. He put away the Immortal-Slaying Sword, and a spear appeared in his hand, and the tip of the spear moved.

The figure rushed towards Ba Xia quickly.

He wants to eat the guy in front of him.

Taste the blood of the ancestor dragon.

The arm that was stained with black water had been wiped clean by the sword energy of Killing Immortals.

It's a good opportunity to take action.

The reason why the Immortal-Slaying Sword was not used was because the sword's energy was too powerful.

If you are not careful, all the blood and flesh of Ba Xia will be wiped out.

Yang Jian's body was constantly getting bigger, and he used the power of Heaven and Earth.

In a blink of an eye, he fought with Ba Xia for more than a hundred rounds.

However, he found that this Ba Xia was only good at talking, and when fighting started, he would retract his limbs into his shell.

Even with the spear in his hand, he couldn't break this guy's defense.

He was helpless as he had to take care of his tortoise shell.

But if the Immortal-Slaying Sword is used, the power will be too great.

Yang Jian was at a loss as to what to do and could only knock the turtle onto the land and step on its shell to make it difficult for it to escape.

"Crazy, are you tickling me? Take out that sword, or you won't be able to rub my back."

Ba Xia poked his head out stealthily and shouted wildly.

Yang Jian reacted very quickly, and stabbed the beast with a spear as the head popped out.

Blood suddenly appeared.

Ba Xia's head was chopped off in an instant.

Yang Jian controlled the lotus incarnation to absorb the essence and blood.

He was about to split open the tortoise shell at his feet when he suddenly discovered that the head of the Tyrant was chopped off, but it was still fine. The granulation on its neck was extended.

Soon another head grew out.

This time, Ba Xia learned his lesson. As soon as his head grew out, he hid in his tortoise shell. Once the tortoise shell was sealed, he would not come out no matter how Yang Jian called him.

Or just eat it directly!

Yang Jian was pondering the possibility of eating it alive.

He thought of Sun Wukong's clarity of mind when he borrowed the palm-leaf fan, and instantly dismissed the idea.

Ba Xia's turtle shell is really difficult to deal with, and it cannot be digested even if swallowed directly.

If he ignored it and controlled the lotus incarnation to swallow it directly, the consequence would most likely be stomach upset and indigestion.

But letting this guy go would be too easy.

Yang Jian was unwilling to give up. He couldn't just watch the meat in his mouth fly away.

"Fairy Caixia, do you have any good ideas?"

Fairy Caixia's eyes rolled and she said, "Baxia's tortoise shell is very tough. If you want to break the shell without hurting its life, there is only one way."

"What is it?"

Yang Jian asked urgently.

He had just absorbed some of Ba Xia's essence and blood, and his Seventy-two Transformations had made some progress.

As long as he absorbs a few thousand kilograms of essence and blood, he should be able to directly transform into Ba Xia.

Yang Jian was very envious of the defensive power of its tortoise shell.

Fairy Caixia raised her chin and pointed in the direction from which she came: "Let's go back to find Hou Tu. Ask her to gather the mountains and press them down on its shell. When the shell is crushed and cracked, it will naturally break open."

Yang Jian was excited after getting the answer. He picked up Ba Xia and ran towards Zai Tian Mountain in Chengdu.

Half a day later, Yang Jian stared in a daze at a deep pit in front of him.

He clearly remembered that the continuous mountain range of Chengdu Zai Tianshan was here.

But at this time it was empty, leaving only traces of the mountain.

On the ground, there was a row of clear footprints extending into the distance.

The footprints are slowly getting lighter.

Yang Jian realized that these were Hou Tu's footprints.

It seems that Hou Tu moved the mountain away after escaping, as if she was worried that Luohou would come to find her.

If Yang Jian had arrived a little later, these footprints would have completely disappeared, and the possibility of tracking them would have been completely lost.

Yang Jian held up the tortoise shell and followed the footprints on the ground.

Half a day later, he saw Chengdu Zai Tian Mountain slowly moving forward in front of him.

A pair of stone-like legs stretched out from the foot of the mountain and moved forward.

Every step made a deafening noise.

And the breath of Hou Tu is in Zai Tian Mountain.

Mountain top.

Hou Tu was half-lying comfortably on a casually woven straw mat, staring absentmindedly at the white clouds flying away in the sky.

In front of her was a simple stove with a clay stove on top, in which was boiling the peach blossom dew that she collected every day.

The peach blossom dew condensed from the innate spiritual roots is naturally a supreme immortal product.

"Gududu~"

The water boiled, giving off a strong peach blossom scent.

Hou Tu stretched out her hand and the clay stove filled with peach blossom dew was taken into her hand.

As the clay stove tilted, a trickle of water flew down and fell into the sandalwood mouth, making a splashing sound.

"Gudu~Gudu~"

The larynx moved repeatedly.

Hou Tu just felt extremely happy.

Then I thought of Luohou being in trouble with the dragon clan.

She felt so comfortable that she felt like she was flying.

The scars on his back caused by the Juexian Sword seemed to no longer hurt.

Suddenly, the light above my head dimmed.

Hou Tu's eyes suddenly widened.

"Boom" a loud noise.

Yang Jian threw the tortoise shell in his hand directly to the top of the mountain, then stepped on it to prevent Baxia from escaping, and looked around for Hou Tu's location.

"Great God Hou Tu, Luo Hou has something to ask of you."

Yang Jian shouted while looking around.

But no matter how hard he looked, he couldn't see Hou Tu.

But Hou Tu's aura was so strong, like a candlelight in the dark night sky, extremely eye-catching.

"How about you lift up the turtle shell and take a look?"

Fairy Caixia reminded hesitantly.

(End of this chapter)