Chapter 962: Longevity: My Steady Farming-Style Cultivation Is Too Stable Chapter 962: Jiao River Secret Realm Two!

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Protagonist:

Xu Zhangqing

"All stand back, this Spirit Water Lotus belongs to my Yunxia Sect!"

Yunxia Sect disciples wielded long swords, driving back several cultivators attempting to seize it.

Members of the Ling Family quickly formed a spiritual array, facing off against other factions.

Bishui Pavilion disciples, relying on their Water Spirit Root advantage, moved nimbly through the waves, waiting for an opportunity to snatch the water-type supreme treasure.

Mo Qiu Shui stood in mid-air, watching the increasingly chaotic scene before him, his expression always steady, then said to the Qingmu Sect disciple beside him: "Do not seek merit rashly; first investigate the traces of the Xuan Tie Token and the Earthly Filth God.

Spiritual treasures should be taken according to one's ability; protect your own safety."

"Yes, Vice Sect Master!"

Qingmu Sect disciples responded in unison, then dispersed in an orderly fashion.

Some were responsible for scouting movements around them, while others, under Xu Zixiao's secret protection, carefully collected nearby spirit plants and spiritual treasures.

Roar~

At this moment, the flood dragon's roar grew increasingly fierce.

Its massive body suddenly surged out of the water surface, its huge tail fin slamming heavily toward the shore.

Giant waves like mountains crushed down; many cultivators who failed to react in time were swept away by the waves, letting out shrill screams.

But even so, it could not stop the crowd.

After all, whether it was the flood dragon itself or the spiritual treasures and water-type spirit plants surging from the secret realm, they were enough to drive any cultivator mad.

Xu Zixiao's figure flashed, blocking in front of several Qingmu Sect disciples; he waved his hand to condense a green barrier, blocking the surging waves, and said in a flat tone: "Be careful of danger."

Mo Qiu Shui looked toward the dragon horn atop the flood dragon's head, his gaze instantly sharpening; he saw that on that dragon horn, a wisp of black qi faintly emanated: "Could it be that the secret realm has truly been polluted by the Earthly Filth God?"

He suddenly thought of something and immediately swept his gaze and divine sense toward the surroundings.

However, no Array Master of the Xunlong Lineage was found.

Clearly everyone entered together, yet the other party had vanished without a trace.

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At this moment, underwater in the secret realm.

A figure was moving silently in the undercurrents.

This person was precisely Xuan Chen, the Array Master sent by the Xunlong Lineage.

He wore black tight clothes, tightly clutching a black earthenware jar in his hand; inside the jar was black soil stained with a rich Earthly Filth God qi.

Xuan Chen hooked a sinister smile at the corner of his mouth; with a flick of his fingertip, the earthenware jar shattered with a sound.

The black soil in the jar instantly merged with the clear river water, but showed no abnormality, only spreading silently underwater.

At first, the water of the Jiao River remained clear, with surging waves carrying a large amount of water spirit qi.

The flood dragon's roar carried only a bit of ordinary savagery; no one noticed anything unusual, still immersed in the frenzy of seizing spiritual treasures.

But after just a moment, the originally clear river water gradually became turbid and black, and a layer of gray-black foam appeared on the water surface.

The rich Earthly Filth God qi spread along the river water.

At first faint, then increasingly intense.

Many cultivators frowned repeatedly and all circulated their magic power to resist.

The flood dragon in the water at this moment also became extremely painful; its roars were full of torment, its huge body rolling wildly in the water, sending water splashing everywhere.

Its ink-blue scales all over its body gradually lost their luster, beginning to turn black and fall off.

Its originally lantern-like eyes were also stained with a blood-red color.

The dragon horn atop its head was even more completely wrapped in black qi, emitting a strange aura.

Soon, the flood dragon's appearance underwent an earth-shaking change.

Its scales were pitch-black like ink, covered with strange black markings.

Its eyes were blood-red and bloodthirsty, with black saliva dripping from the corner of its mouth.

It no longer had its former agility, only leaving behind bone-piercing ferocity.

Immediately after, the Earthly Filth God's aura completely erupted, sweeping through the entire secret realm like a tsunami; wherever it passed, whether spirit plants on the water surface or scattered spiritual treasures, all were corrupted.

The originally crystal-clear Water Soul Pearl became turbid and black.

The petals of the Spirit Water Lotus quickly withered, and the Xuanbing Jade also lost its luster.

These priceless treasures were now all corrupted and temporarily unusable.

The only method was the Xunlong Lineage's special Purification Method.

In other words, only members of the Xunlong Lineage could remove the Earthly Filth God's aura and restore their original appearance and quality.

But this way, all harvests would have to be handed over.

How much could be kept and how much returned would depend entirely on whether the Xunlong Lineage had a conscience.

Seeing this, everyone panicked.

They all stopped seizing and looked at the changes before them with terrified expressions.

"What's going on?"

"Why did the water turn black?"

"This is the Earthly Filth God's aura!"

"My Spirit Water Lotus, how did it wither?"

"Damn it, the Secret Realm really has been corrupted!"

Panicked shouts rose and fell; the originally chaotic scene now became even more out of control.

And the corrupted Flood Dragon's personality also underwent a change, becoming exceptionally crazed, its eyes holding only a bloodthirsty desire.

It let out a roar, its massive body suddenly lunging toward the cultivators ahead, huge claws carrying thick Black Qi, slapping viciously at the crowd.

Several Yunxia Sect disciples who reacted too late were instantly struck; before they could even scream, they turned into a pool of mud.

Mo Qiu Shui's expression sank, his voice transmitting across the entire Secret Realm: "Everyone, right now the Flood Dragon has been corrupted by the Tu Soil God and has already lost control.

If we keep fighting over it, we'll only all lose our lives.

Therefore, my Qingmu Sect will take the lead, joining forces with everyone to strike together, slay this corrupted Flood Dragon; otherwise, no one will be able to leave the Secret Realm alive!"

Upon hearing this, the Ling Clan Chief immediately nodded, saying in a deep voice to his clansmen beside him: "Everyone, abandon the struggle, fully cooperate with the Qingmu Sect!"

The Yunxia Sect disciples, one after another, gripped their long swords, gazing solemnly at the crazed Flood Dragon.

In this Secret Realm, the other party's Dao Xing would receive amplification; its strength would be extremely terrifying.

Now that such an incident has occurred again, I'm afraid it won't be easy to resolve.

And on this side, the Bishui Pavilion Master acted decisively: "Bishui Pavilion disciples, heed the order, condense a Barrier with your own magic power to assist the Qingmu Sect and the Ling Family!"

In a short moment, the major powers formed a temporary alliance.

Blue Light surged violently around Mo Qiu Shui; his hands rapidly formed seals, and several High-grade Talismans emerged from thin air. He instructed Xu Zixiao beside him: "Zixiao, you go restrain the Flood Dragon.

I'll use the Talismans as the main attack, dispel the corruption on its body!"

In the field, only he and the other party were at the Nascent Soul Stage.

It just so happened that Xu Zixiao had a Wood Spirit Root; therefore he had to play the leading role.

"Understood."

Xu Zixiao nodded slightly, his figure transforming into a green shadow, rushing toward the Flood Dragon first.

When he got close, a wave of his hand condensed countless Green Vines, tightly binding the Flood Dragon's four limbs, attempting to restrain its movements.

Ang—

The Flood Dragon struggled crazily; black scales rubbed against the vines, emitting a piercing sound like metal scraping; the vines were quickly eroded by the Black Qi, gradually withering.

Mo Qiu Shui seized the opportunity and threw out several Poison-Expelling Talismans; the Talismans exploded in midair, transforming into huge Water Blue light blades, slashing fiercely at the Flood Dragon's single horn wreathed in Black Qi!