Chapter Eight Hundred Sixty-One: Hunting the Dragon

t can greatly strengthen bones and muscles, increase strength, and its effect is relatively gentle.Now refining this elixir, 《天妖煉形》 should be able to make significant progress, but in order to break t...The Qilin is not a dragon species, but a divine beast with a similar form to a dragon. Like dragons, they have legs and the face of a human.

But according to the young man surnamed Fang, this Qilin dragon only had part of the divine beast bloodline. Its shape was somewhat similar to a Jiaolong. It had a single foot on its abdomen and danced with thunder, seeming to prance and leap in the midst of lightning.

Whenever a thunderstorm occurs, this Qilin dragon leaves its lair and devours the power of thunder.

The

Tiān hán fēng liè zhèn de jīng bēi shì cǎi hán tán zhī qì liàn zhì cheng, zhèn fá chóng chóng biàn huà, yǎn huà chū jì hán yīn qì, zhāo hǎo néng kè zhì kuí lóng de shén tōng.

The crystal tablet built under the biting wind and freezing air of the cold pool was forged with intense coldness. The array's ever-changing formations channeled extreme yin energy, perfectly capable of countering the mystical powers of the Kui Dragon.

“This Qilin dragon is hiding so close to Tianxing Island, it's quite bold. I haven't heard anyone mention a monster like this around here before.”

Qiu Ji's social circle was vast, with many friends. A young man surnamed Fang's eyes flickered and he said, "This is hard to say. The nearby waters are exceptionally poor, and it is estimated that few cultivators come here, so no one has seen it. Moreover, that demonic beast is very cunning. Every time it appears, it is very brief, only leaving its lair when the power of thunder is at its strongest to devour it, then immediately returning. It's normal that no one has discovered it. That's why the time to hunt the demonic beast is very short..."

As people chatted, the dark clouds in the sky grew heavier.

The sky seemed to have a hole in it, and the torrential rain poured down.

A sudden gale, torrential rain, and thunder roared.

In the distance, bolts of lightning flashed one after another, illuminating the vast ocean on a rainy night.

They urged their true essence to form a protective barrier, standing on the peak and gazing towards the direction of the Qilin Dragon's lair.

At first, there was no difference from elsewhere.

But upon closer inspection, one can see that the lightning bolts striking from that direction are denser than those from other directions, and seem to carry a more powerful force.

The lair of the Qilin dragon was still hundreds of miles away, and the sight they saw was not clear.

The young man surnamed Fang waved his hand, and everyone followed him silently towards the direction of the nest.

To avoid being detected by the Qilin, after flying away from the island, everyone converged their breath and concealed their figures, almost clinging to the sea surface, silently moving through the storm.

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As we approached the demon's lair, the anomalies became clearer.

A shadow emerged on the distant sea, it was an island. Although it was still far away, under the illumination of streaks of lightning, one could vaguely see the highest peak on the island.

Whether due to the terrain or some other cause, the lightning in this area seemed to be guided by an unknown force, with most of the strikes targeting the center of the island.

As they were about to reach the demon nest, the young man surnamed Fang raised his hand to stop them. His hawk-like eyes stared intently ahead as he transmitted his voice, "This is not yet the time when thunderbolts are most dense, the demonic beast should not have appeared yet. You all prepare the spirit formation here, I will go first to investigate the whereabouts of the demonic beast, and wait for my signal..."

"Friend Fang, please wait. We're about to kill the Qilin Dragon. Before that, could you fulfill part of your promise and deliver some treasures"

Ma De Bao called out to the young man surnamed Fang, his face full of shrewdness.

Others also chimed in.

The young man surnamed Fang turned his head, looked around, and said with a smile: "Could Fang ever go back on his word The treasure has already been prepared."

Having said that, the young man surnamed Fang took out five jade boxes and threw them at them.

Qin Sang reached out and grabbed the jade box flying towards him. With a sweep of his divine sense, he sensed the abundant spiritual energy within the jade box. It was a water-attribute spirit stone commonly found in Canglang Sea, which constituted half of the reward.

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He silently put the jade box away in his thousand-jin ring, not bothering to investigate what treasures others had obtained. Ma De Bao and the others wore expressions ranging from impassiveness to outright glee, clearly very satisfied with their spoils.

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"Fang went ahead..."

The young man surnamed Fang threw down a sentence, and his figure melted into the wind and rain.

Watching the young man surnamed Fang disappear, Qin Sang and the others immediately took out the crystal stele and poured true energy into it.

Under cover of the storm and crashing waves, the crystal obelisk glowed with a faint blue light. It grew larger and larger in their hands, until it reached three feet high and became incredibly heavy, requiring all their strength to hold it up.

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With Chu Heng as the center, the five people stood in their designated positions. Their spiritual senses stirred the crystal stele, and a rudimentary outline of a spirit formation gradually took shape. Within them, a cluster of azure mist was born, slowly transforming into a pale cyan color.

Just as they were preparing the spirit array, the young man surnamed Fang was almost approaching the island.

He took out a piece of red silk from his bosom. The silk threads were as crystal clear as jade. This treasure was as thin as a cicada's wing, only the size of a palm, with obvious cracks at the edge.

This is what their master bestowed upon them, a red silk veil used to conceal their identity.

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A young man surnamed Fang pointed at the red silk, and suddenly a light flashed inside the treasure. The red silk rippled in the wind and expanded into a thin silken garment.

Meanwhile, a few more cracks appeared on the treasure.

A look of regret flashed in the young man's eyes. He murmured to himself, "Every time I fully unleash this treasure's power, it causes irreversible damage. I can probably only use it twice at most. Without this treasure, I wouldn't be able to come and go freely in the human realm. So this time, I have to succeed."

He draped the silken robe over himself, his aura completely dissipated. Then he leaped onto the island and stood atop a peak, gazing at where the lightning struck. The scene was awe-inspiring, but there were no signs of any demons appearing.

"Has the Qilin emerged yet"

The young man surnamed Fang frowned slightly.

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At that moment, he seemed to notice something, suddenly raising his head and staring at the dark clouds. Then, with a flash of his figure, he quietly left. Shortly after, the clouds in the sky churned, and a slender shadow chased lightning bolts within them, flying straight towards the island.

Finally here!

A young man with the surname Fang drifted on the surface of the sea, looking at the shadow in the sky. A gleam of joy flashed across his eyes. Then, he circled around the Qilin and flew to its back, searching everywhere with his gaze, as if looking for something.

Only Qilin, those people didn't come out...

He seemed to have anticipated this, but out of caution, he still went around a big circle.

By this time, the Qilin dragon had flown to the airspace above the island. Its massive body was remarkably agile, as if riding on thunder from the sky, it landed at the most densely packed location of lightning.

The young man surnamed Fang turned his head and glanced at the island, then suddenly leaped toward it. At the same time, he snapped his fingers, sending two black beams shooting into the sea. One beam flew towards Qin Sang and the others, while the other went in an unknown direction.

"Roar!"

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When the youth surnamed Fang drew closer, Kuilong finally detected the unusual aura and roared a warning.

In the midst of a rainy night, Kui Long stood alone on the mountain peak. His single leg was planted firmly, his colossal frame towering over everything. Two immense eyes, like lightning bolts, blazed with an unnerving intensity. Within them, a torrent of thunder seemed to rage, sending chills down one's spine.

The young man surnamed Fang showed no fear, taking off the red silk scarf. A golden light fell into his palm, revealing a golden rope-like magic treasure.

"

You vile beast, die!

"

A young man surnamed Fang roared, and flew swiftly forward. With a sudden swing of his arm, the golden lock flared with light, transforming into a giant python that lashed out viciously at the Qilin dragon.

The Qilin roared in anger.

With a deafening boom, the summit stone was shattered, and the ground shook violently.

Let me know if you have any other text you'd like translated!n.Lost in the depths of the storm, it's nearly impossible to find your way back. The outcome is self-evident.Out of caution, Qin Sang slowed his speed and hurried on with his sword. He darted between...