Kong Tiancheng also threw caution to the wind. The Kong family wasn't well-liked to begin with.
When there were too many debts, there was no need to worry. When there were too many lice, there was no need to bite.
It didn't matter if there were some new enmity. He had nothing to lose.
Hearing this, Wang Daoyuan and the others all revealed smiling faces. It was easy to handle with someone taking the lead.
Everyone didn't want to waste time like this, but they also didn't want to offend people.
Now that someone took the lead, everyone was naturally happy to see it happen.
The Foundation Establishment cultivators of the native families all heaved a sigh of relief when they heard this.
They also knew in their hearts that with less than a hundred Foundation Establishment cultivators, if they wanted to pacify the beast tide, they could only kill the beast king and make the beast herd fall apart.
If they continued to delay, the ones to suffer losses would still be their native families.
Yang Zhiyuan naturally didn't want to delay. Since someone suggested it, he hurriedly agreed.
He nodded and said, "Daoyou's words are reasonable. I wonder if Daoyou has any objections?"
Everyone was waiting for someone to say this, so they naturally had no objections.
Yang Zhiyuan struck while the iron was hot and said, "Since there are no objections, then let's talk about how to deal with the beast king.
The beast king of this beast herd should be an existence about to break through to rank three. Otherwise, it wouldn't have such high intelligence.
In addition, the demonic beasts of this beast tide all came from the depths of the Heavenslash Mountain Range. There are many mutants with high-level demonic beast bloodlines.
For this beast king to be able to stand out, its strength naturally far surpasses those of the same rank. I'm afraid that everyone present isn't its match.
It won't be easy for us to kill such a powerful demonic beast in the midst of a horde of demonic beasts.
Daoyou, do you have any good ideas? "
An old native Foundation Establishment cultivator said, "Less than two hundred miles west from here is the Crimson Sand River.
The Crimson Sand River flows from east to west into the Qingli River. This area is mostly a tributary of the Crimson Sand River.
We only need to drive the beast herd to the intersection of the Crimson Sand River and its tributaries. At that time, the beast herd will face the water.
If we want to continue forward, we can only cross the river.
When the demonic beasts cross the river, we can easily cause chaos and cause the beast herd to scatter.
At that time, the beast king will definitely stand up to maintain the situation.
If we take the opportunity to kill the beast king, it will be difficult for the other demonic beasts to quickly rescue. "
To the to the beast tide that was to to the wind to deal with with, it was indeed a good idea.
Since no one had any objections, the next step was to assign tasks.
Who would harass the beast hordes and who would kill the Beast King would need to be carefully arranged.
Yang Zhiyuan didn't know what everyone was good at, so he asked the cultivators present to recommend themselves.
He could choose between harassing the beast horde or killing the beast king.
It was Wang Daoyuan's turn to choose. Naturally, he wanted to harass the beasts crossing the river. The Water Dragon Technique was indeed suitable for this task.
It was too dangerous to fight to the death with a beast king that was about to break through to rank 3. It was safer to harass the beast horde.
All eighty people present had made their choice. In the end, only a dozen or so people were willing to kill the Beast King.
To kill a Beast King, one had to kill it quickly.
Otherwise, if the other Demonic Beasts came to support, the decapitation operation would become a forceful attack.
If they wanted to kill them quickly, the number of people they had was clearly not enough.
Left with no choice, Yang Zhiyuan could only force all cultivators above the sixth level of Qi Refinement to participate in the killing of the Beast King.
Now, there were more than thirty people who participated in the killing of the Beast King.
Yang Zhicheng said to Wang Daoyuan, "Little Friend Wang, although your cultivation level isn't high, the power of your whip is not small.
When we were defending Crouching Tiger Mountain, if you hadn't broken the black ape's thunder ball with one whip, we wouldn't have been able to defeat the beast horde so easily.
The power of your whip is even stronger than the ultimate moves of many sixth level Foundation Establishment cultivators. Moreover, the speed of your whip is very fast.
It can be used to interrupt the Beast King's spell casting. Why don't you also participate in the killing of the Beast King? "
Wang Daoyuan was a little unsure of what he wanted to do. Was he trying to drag him into the water and attract hatred for him, or was he purely trying to increase the success rate of killing the Beast King?
A cultivator from the Liang family on the side interrupted, "I've long heard that Daoyou obtained the inheritance of an ancient cultivator and learned a set of brilliant five-element techniques. This whip technique is also an ancient cultivator's inheritance, right?
To be able to successfully reach Foundation Establishment with five spirit veins, it seems that ancient cultivator also left behind a lot of Foundation Establishment Pills.
I wonder if Daoyou can tell us how many Foundation Establishment Pills there are in total? "
Wang Daoyuan was actually very grateful to this person. Next, he would arrange for Eighth Uncle and Jiu Gu to reach Foundation Establishment. This sentence was simply an excuse for him.
However, he couldn't directly admit it. He sneered and said, "I heard that the Liang family's ancestor has a good relationship with the elders of the Cruel Sun Palace. May I ask how many friends does the Liang family's ancestor have in the Cruel Sun Palace?"
When the Liang family members heard this, they immediately stood up and used their aura to suppress Wang Daoyuan.
Liang Jiaxing questioned, "Wang Daoyuan, what do you mean by this?"
Wang Daoyuan released Yun Yi and said, "I mean what you Liang family members mean."
Seeing that Yun Yi was released, the Liang family members were afraid that Yun Yi would let out another tiger roar and make a fool of themselves, so they immediately withdrew their aura.
As the leader of the resistance against the beast tide, Yang Zhiyuan naturally couldn't watch them fight among themselves. He said, "We are now discussing how to kill the Beast King. Don't talk about other things here.
Since Little Friend Wang has a powerful killing move, let's attack the Beast King together. "
After that, the people involved in besieging the Beast King carefully discussed the order of attacking the Beast King, as well as the remedial measures in case of an unexpected situation.
In the end, Wang Daoyuan's task was to interrupt the Beast King's casting process when it was about to launch an offensive spell.
After the preparations for the plan were completed, everyone left Rubble Peak on their swords and followed closely behind the demonic beasts.
The demonic beasts were unmoved and continued to advance to the west. As long as human cultivators approached, they would use long-range spells to attack.
Two hours later, the demonic beasts arrived at the intersection of the Crimson Sand River and a tributary.
Beast tides had always been straightforward. As long as they weren't scattered, they would always fight in one direction.
Terrestrial demonic beasts didn't like to enter the water. Faced with the boundless water of the Hundred Rivers Lake, they naturally didn't dare to cross it.
However, the Crimson Sand River's width couldn't be compared to the Hundred Rivers Lake.
At the Crimson Sand River, the demonic beasts only paused for a moment before a few second-rank upper-grade demonic beasts took the lead and began to cross the river to the west.
After the leading second-rank upper-grade demonic beasts crossed the Crimson Sand River, the other demonic beasts also began to enter the water.
At this time, the cultivators in charge of harassing the demonic beasts flew above the demonic beasts on their swords and began to use spells to attack the demonic beasts.
The demonic beasts were in the water and couldn't dodge in time. Many demonic beasts were hit by the spells.
Because they were too close, they squeezed each other while dodging, causing the entire demonic beasts to be in chaos.
The white tiger leaped onto a slope and was about to let out a tiger roar when it raised its head.
Suddenly, two earth-yellow spikes drilled out of the soil under its feet and directly attacked its abdomen.
The white tiger suppressed its roar and jumped, dodging the two spikes.
Before its body had even landed, a fishing net had already covered it.
The white tiger was in the air and had nowhere to borrow strength. It opened its mouth and spat out a wind with metal attribute spiritual energy, hitting the fishing net.
However, this fishing net was also a second-rank mid-grade magic tool, so how could it be broken by its hasty counterattack?
The white tiger was still trapped by the fishing net. Just as it was about to tear the fishing net apart, more than ten flying swords attacked it.
Its spiritual energy surged and its body flashed with a dazzling silver light.
When the flying swords hit the white tiger's body, at most they left a shallow wound, not enough to cause any serious damage.
However, the cultivators didn't expect the flying swords to be able to take down the white tiger.
The cultivators at the eighth or ninth level of Foundation Establishment didn't use their flying swords to attack the white tiger. Instead, they gathered their spiritual energy on the side, preparing to cast a powerful spell to deal a fatal blow to the white tiger.
The white tiger was about to become a third-rank demonic beast, and a third-rank demonic beast's intelligence was comparable to that of an ordinary person.
The white tiger's intelligence was also very close to that of an ordinary person, and coupled with its keen perception.
Naturally, it knew what these people were up to.
The muscles on its two front legs bulged, directly tearing a large hole in the second-rank mid-grade fishing net. It fell out of the fishing net.
It thought that it could escape, but it didn't expect that what awaited it on the ground was a second-rank earth-attribute spell – Quagmire Spell.
Using earth-attribute spiritual energy to create a muddy ground, people or demonic beasts that fall on it will be trapped in the quagmire.
If they can't break free in the first place, they will sink deeper and deeper.
If they want to escape, they can only rely on their powerful spiritual energy to forcibly break the spell.
This quagmire was created by many seventh-level Foundation Establishment cultivators casting the Quagmire Spell. Even if the white tiger can break it, it will take time.
And the cultivators who were gathering their spiritual energy won't give it this time.
Since they can't break the spell in a short time, they can only deal with the caster.
A spiritual energy vortex appeared around the white tiger, and the spiritual energy fluctuation on the surface of its body was getting stronger and stronger. It was obviously preparing to cast a powerful spell.
At this time, it was Wang Daoyuan's turn to act.
To interrupt the spell of a second-rank peak demonic beast is not a simple matter.
At this time, the white tiger's spiritual energy was surging, even if he attacked with all his strength, it would be very difficult to interrupt the spell. He must wait for an opportunity.
He condensed all the spiritual energy in his body in his right hand and poured it into the Five Dragon Soul Chasing Whip.
If he can't interrupt the white tiger's spell, the few cultivators who trapped the white tiger may die. If the white tiger escapes, this decapitation plan will fail.
After the white tiger finished condensing its spiritual energy, the spiritual energy shield on its body was also retracted, and all the spiritual energy was gathered in its mouth.
The opportunity came, Wang Daoyuan pulled out the whip and hit the white tiger's head.
At this time, the white tiger can continue to cast spells, but there is no time to dodge.
It doesn't have the slightest protection now, and can only rely on its physical body to resist the harassment attack of the flying sword.
However, Wang Daoyuan's whip made it feel a huge sense of danger. Without any protection, it was completely possible that it would lose its life.
But it was already very strenuous to control the spiritual energy gathered in its mouth, and it can't condense any more spiritual energy to defend.
In desperation, it can only condense the spiritual energy in its mouth and hit Wang Daoyuan.
After Wang Daoyuan pulled out the whip, he directly used the Smoke Escape to dodge.
He knows his own strength, this whip may be able to resist a second rank mid-grade monster, but it can't block a second rank peak monster's spell.
The white tiger let out a long roar, and a strong wind carrying metal attribute spiritual energy swept towards Wang Daoyuan's previous position.
He detonated the spiritual energy from the whip, but unfortunately, in the strong wind, it didn't cause any waves, and was completely annihilated.
At the place where Wang Daoyuan was previously, there was a three feet deep, two feet wide, and more than two hundred feet long hole in the ground.
Seeing this, he felt a burst of fear, if this hit him, he will directly be smashed to pieces.
At this time, some monsters came to the white tiger's rescue.
When they agreed on the plan before, it was already arranged.
When several monsters rushed up, a few sixth level Foundation Establishment cultivators immediately went to stop them, not to kill the monsters, but to delay them for a few breaths of time.
The white tiger's long-stored attack missed, and it immediately gathered spiritual energy again.
Unfortunately, time waits for no tiger.
More than a dozen eighth and ninth level Foundation Establishment cultivators finished storing energy in advance.
Wang Daoyuan rode on Yun Yi and flew away to avoid being injured by the aftermath of the battle.
More than a dozen colorful spells were cast, and all of them smashed on the white tiger's body.
Only to hear the white tiger let out a desperate cry, followed by more than a dozen explosions, the white tiger was drowned by spells.
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