The Romance of the Immortal Cauldron

Suddenly, the surrounding space suddenly lit up with a dazzling red light.

Then, thick red beams of light shot out from all directions.

Be it rattan, leaves or branches.

They were all reduced to ashes the moment they were touched by the red light beam.

This wasn't over yet. After the red light beam disappeared, a series of strange screams sounded.

Soon, a large number of flying demon heads flew out from all around.

"I can't drive so many flying demon heads by myself, so you can help drive them together." The black-robed monk took out a black bell and threw it at Long Aotian and said.

Long Aotian took the bell and took a look at it, then immediately shook the bell.

As the crisp bells rang, the flying demon heads wandering around heard the sound and immediately flew towards the ancient spirit tree.

The strength of these flying demon skulls varies, there are those at the second and third levels, and some at the fifth and sixth levels.

No matter what kind of cultivation level, the Flying Demon Skull is extremely ferocious.

At this time, the Ancient Spirit Tree also seemed to notice something was wrong. After the tree shook, a large number of leaves fell.

These falling leaves all exude a hint of green light.

I saw the leaves curling up and turning into slender flying needles.

"Shhhhhh..."

The flying needles stabbed towards the flying demon head like raindrops.

Those flying demons with low cultivation levels were directly pierced by flying needles and their heads exploded to death.

And those flying demon skulls with high cultivation levels ejected clouds of gray air to resist the attacks of flying needles.

At this time, Long Aotian took a deep breath, reached out and patted his chest twice, and then spurted out a ball of blood from his mouth.

Then, he quickly made a seal with his hands.

When a large stream of black energy emerged from his body, it immediately merged with the blood essence.

As the black energy in Long Aotian's body continued to be injected into the air mass in front of him.

This air mass quickly swelled to seven or eight feet.

Long Aotian's casting lasted for a quarter of an hour.

When the air mass in front of him was large enough, he raised his hands and let out a soft drink.

After the air mass rolled, a dragon roar came from inside.

Immediately, a dragon emitting black light emerged from the air mass.

This dragon was more than twenty feet long. As soon as it came out, it immediately sucked in all the surrounding air masses.

The body was tumbling, and driven by Long Aotian, the black dragon flew towards the ancient spirit tree.

While the dragon was flying, its body nearly doubled in size again.

Those flying needles that hit the dragon all turned into little bits of ashes and scattered away.

When the dragon approached, a large number of vines quickly gathered and turned into a green dragon.

Two dragons fight together.

Regardless of size or momentum, the black dragon has the upper hand.

After the two dragons struggled for a while, the black dragon defeated the green dragon with one claw.

After letting out a dragon roar, the black dragon continued to fly towards the ancient spirit tree with unabated momentum.

"You have already mastered the secret art of dragon transformation." Seeing the black dragon's power, the black-robed monk said with some envy.

Regarding his secret technique, Long Aotian didn't say much even if he heard it. He just laughed and didn't answer.

Seeing that Long Aotian ignored him, a chill flashed in the black-robed monk's eyes, but he quickly restrained himself.

The black-robed monk took out another bell and after shaking it, more flying demon heads flew towards the ancient spirit tree.

After the black dragon flew to the side of the ancient spirit tree, it opened its mouth and sprayed out a cloud of black air.

When Long Aotian in the distance saw the dragon spouting black energy, he immediately pinched the spell with both hands.

Suddenly, the black gas spewed out by the dragon turned into a ball of black flame.

As the dragon breathed out a strong breath of wind, black flames flew towards the ancient spirit tree.

Along the way, anything in the way was burned to ashes by the black flames.

"The Great Demonic Flame..."

After seeing the black flames appear, the black-robed monk sighed softly in his heart.

Immediately, he made a quick gesture with both hands and pointed at the tiger-headed black knife.

After the sword let out a tiger roar, the blade turned around and transformed into a giant black tiger that was two feet tall and four to five feet long.

When the giant tiger appeared, he hit another seal on the giant tiger.

The giant tiger's head shook, and a black flame burst out from his body.

It's just that the color of the flame is lighter than that released by the dragon.

When flames appeared on the giant tiger, the tiger did not directly attack the ancient spirit tree. Instead, it opened its mouth and sucked some flying demon skulls floating around it into its mouth.

After chewing for a few times, the giant tiger roared with satisfaction.

With a vigorous leap of its limbs, the giant tiger had already jumped to the side of the ancient spirit tree.

As the giant tiger's pair of thick forelimbs slapped hard, two tiger paw prints flashed out and hit the ancient spirit tree heavily.

"What are you doing! Don't you know you have to keep this tree intact!" The giant tiger's movements startled Long Aotian, and he quickly turned around and shouted viciously at the black-robed monk.

"I don't need you to teach me how to do things. This tree is already psychic. If we don't weaken it, we will definitely not be able to take it away today." The black-robed monk ignored Long Aotian's roar and responded coldly.

When Long Aotian heard this, a hint of sternness flashed across his face, but he refrained from uttering a rebuttal.

Immediately, he directly commanded the black dragon to entangle the ancient spirit tree.

And the black flames were constantly burning the branches above.