Chapter 207 Fellow Taoist, I’m cold
"Fellow Taoist, do you really want to be so decisive?"
Chen Xuanrang stood in the formation, his eyes roaming around, looking for opportunities to break the formation, but he still said that he was getting closer to Ning Daoran: "I admit, I did make a mistake.
With the talents of fellow Taoist, you and I can definitely join forces. Who will be our opponent in the Fan Book City area? Even if the old man Mo Yunting from the Shenbing Sect comes, I am afraid he will still be wary! ”
"Out!"
Ning Daoran directly activated the Realm-level Liangyi Sword Technique, and his whole body was suddenly filled with green sword intent. A Tai Chi Bagua sign appeared automatically at his feet. His green shirt was swaying, and he actually looked a bit like a Taoist swordsman.
In an instant, twenty-four small swords flew out and killed the enemy directly with the golden sword!
"Are you still a swordsman?"
Chen Xuanrang was slightly startled. His body was on his knees, full of vitality. At the moment when the first flying sword struck, he accurately raised his hand and used his flesh and blood to hold the golden sword!
However, the golden silk sword was surrounded by Gengjin essence. As the sword continued to struggle, Chen Xurang's thumb and index finger were suddenly torn and bleeding!
“Pfft~~~”
A stream of blood spattered away, and the golden sword left a bloody hole in his leg.
"You..."
As a casual cultivator, Chen Xuanrang was used to relying on his powerful physical body. He once killed a golden elixir cultivator, and even suppressed a third-level low-grade magic weapon with his flesh and blood body.
But how had he ever seen a magic weapon of this level like the Golden Silk Sword? It was simply not something that his flesh and blood body could withstand.
"Are you risking your life?"
Chen Xuanrang kept rolling in the air, avoiding the attack of the golden silk sword, with a cruel look on his lips: "Since you want to play, I will play with you to the end. I hope you can afford it!"
As he spoke, Chen Xuanrang suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood essence, and made a swipe with his finger. Then his fingertips were stained with blood essence, and he continuously scratched his chest. For a moment, his clothes burst into tears, and three curse marks appeared on his chest muscles, which were as thick as mountains. !
At this moment, Chen Xurang's blood energy power increased tremendously, reaching the level of the mid-level Dan Bao realm!
‘Isn’t it explosive? Overloaded output, right? ’
Ning Daoran frowned, this warrior who was able to run rampant in Qingzhou was indeed outstanding.
This curse seal technique is obviously not a serious technique, and is related to demonic and evil ways. It is true that it can improve his cultivation level in a short period of time, but the damage caused is absolutely irreparable.
When the water is full, it will overflow, and when the moon is full, it will be depleted. The way of heaven originally makes up for the deficiency and damages more than enough.
After using this curse seal technique, I am afraid that Chen Xuanrang's future steps will be more difficult to break, and it will be difficult for him to go further in this life.
However, some people are like this. For a victory, for a moment of happiness, they must win this one even if it means blocking the future. And they call it passion, mutual bond, eternal commitment, etc. There are many ways to say it.
……
"Fellow Taoist, lead me to death quickly!"
Chen Xuanrang, who already had the fighting power of the middle stage of the Dan Bao Realm, came towards him with a rebellious look on his face. He crushed him down with a punch in the air, and said with a ferocious expression: "My boxing skills are unparalleled in the world. This punch should make fellow Taoists feel like it is the way of heaven." Up there!”
Ning Daoran's scalp was numb, this person was too good!
He retreated suddenly, and input a wisp of powerful mana into the Lingxiao Mist Dream Bracelet. For a moment, the Lingxiao Mist Dream Bracelet entered a full-power working state, creaking, and wisps of majestic essence surged, turning countless frosts. The breath poured into the Canghai Xuanbing Formation.
Suddenly, coupled with the power of the formation, the temperature in the black ice formation instantly dropped to about one hundred degrees below zero.
Splashing water turns into ice, that's all.
In the wind, Chen Xuan, wearing a short shirt, was freezing!
"Zizi——"
Wisps of frost quickly froze everything, and also froze Chen Xurang. No matter how strong the blood in his body was, he could not withstand the spiritual invasion of the freezing cold weather.
He wanted to shout: "Fellow Taoist, I'm cold..."
The next second, twenty-four golden swords were wrapped in ice, and they struck the ice sculpture transformed by Chen Xuanrang with a "clang". A group of flying swordfish swam and attacked until the ice sculpture was smashed into pieces of ice!
In this regard, a notorious villain named Bao Danwufu, who was famous in both Qingzhou and Ningzhou, was finally punished in Fanshu City and ended his criminal life.
Chen Xuanrang didn't bring a storage bag, so there was nothing to touch the body.
As for his flesh and blood body, with strong blood energy, it can indeed be used as food for fire-eating ants, but Ning Daoran still didn't do it. He is not a real demon cultivator, so let's forget about "eating people". It's really unacceptable. What a miss!
After retracting the formation flags and formation disks, they heard voices coming from the distance.
"Mountain meat, really mountain meat!"
"Hurry up and cut off all the meat..."
"Great, our Gazi Village can finally stand out. From now on, everyone in our Gazi Village can have a big house with three entrances and three exits, and can have three wives and four concubines..."
The voice was so excited that she was almost crying.
Ning Daoran hurriedly activated the Mingwang Divine Technique, Invisibility Technique, and Sound Absorption Technique, and his body suddenly disappeared in the wind. When he looked back, he was dumbfounded.
Before, Chen Xuan asked the bag containing Qing Tai Sui to be opened at some point. The Qing Tai Sui was nowhere to be found. He must have escaped again with the help of Earth Escape.
It’s over, blood loss!
He frowned, floated up, and watched quietly in the air. In the distance, a large group of people with strong auras were coming, not far away.
Although Ning Daoran has disguised himself as a Jianjia Sanren, it is better to avoid troublesome things.
He is now a great monk of the Five Elements Golden Pill, and his style has indeed changed a lot compared to before. His strength has reached this point, and there is no point in continuing to hold on. When the time is right, he still needs to be brave and diligent.
However, the troubles that can be avoided should be avoided. After all, he is most afraid of troubles in his life.
……
"Hurry up, it's just ahead!"
In the rain and fog, shadowy sounds appeared one after another.
They are all members of the Shenbing Sect, including many foundation-building monks.
"Don't block the road!" A young foundation builder in white rose into the air. He looked at the mountain meat protruding from the mountain with his eyes. He seemed a little impatient. He raised his hand and shot out a spiritual light. Suddenly, a mortal was cutting the mountain meat. His body and head were already in a different place.
"Get out of here, don't be an eyesore."
The young man had a cold face.
"Yes...a cultivator..."
A group of people who were harvesting mountain meat were dumbfounded.
"I'll count to ten, and kill everyone who is still an eyesore!"
The young monk frowned and said: "Eight, nine, ten...kill!"
In an instant, a group of monks who followed him started killing people. In the blink of an eye, blood was everywhere, and all the mortals on half of the mountain were slaughtered, and no one was spared.
In the rain and fog, Ning Daoran didn't have time to stop him.
How could he have thought that there were immortal cultivators who were so ruthless to mortals, killing them on the spur of the moment?
As for taking action to fight the injustice, he never thought about the fact that this young monk had an extremely noble status, and Ning Daoran had met him several times in Fanshu City.
Mo Xinglie, the young master of the Red Leaf Valley Divine Weapon Sect, is the only son of Mo Yunting, a great monk in the middle stage of the Golden Core!
This person is extremely talented. He has already been promoted to the late stage of foundation building at a young age. It is almost a matter of time for him to form a core. There is no doubt at all.
Mo Yunting regarded this son as the apple of his eye. He usually did not dare to hit or scold him, so he loved him very much. It was probably because of this that he developed Mo Xinglie's arrogant and domineering temperament.
Mortal life is cheap, that's what immortal cultivators like Mo Xinglie probably think.
Even in the eyes of most immortal cultivators, they really do not take mortals seriously. In this world where great power belongs to themselves, what do mere mortals count? Just kill him, so what?
However, most of the monks maintained their righteous status, and the imperial court also explicitly ordered immortal cultivators not to kill mortals without any reason, so the territory of Xia Kingdom was relatively peaceful.
However, it is not uncommon for Mo Xinglie to kill mortals in the wild. As long as his hands and feet are clean and he denies it afterwards, the court will turn a blind eye and will not investigate seriously at all.
……
Soon after, Mo Xinglie and others left.
Ning Daoran cast a few spells and entered the ground again, using his earth escape technique to look for traces of Qing Taisui.
Unfortunately, once something like Tai Sui is frightened, it will hide very deep and far away, making it difficult to find it again.
Although Ning Daoran's spiritual consciousness is very strong, the search radius will be greatly reduced through the thick soil. He can only see the place ten miles deep underground at most. No matter how deep he is, he will not be able to see it.
So, after searching underground for a long time, I was unable to find Qing Tai Sui's aura.
"It's a pity that fate didn't come..."
Deep underground, Ning Daoran was playing with the spiritual bone. Fortunately, he had harvested this magic weapon embryo, and his trip was not in vain.
As for Qing Tai Sui, it doesn’t matter if you have it or not, it’s just the icing on the cake.
To be honest, Ning Daoran would not be tempted by Qing Tai Sui. After all, many sects where martial arts are popular actually raise Qing Tai Sui. Otherwise, they would not be able to meet the demand for blood food.
If you really want Qing Tai Sui, just find a martial arts sect and snatch it away.
But if it were replaced by Xue Taisui... then Ning Daoran couldn't guarantee whether he could still maintain his status as a "righteous person". It would not be impossible to just say "This thing is destined to me" at that time.
……
Two days later.
More and more people are going up the mountain, especially people from the Red Leaf Valley Divine Weapon Sect. Many more people are coming, and the mountain is full of foundation-building monks.
Ning Daoran stayed on guard for two whole days, but did not wait until Qing Taisui showed up.
"There is no other way, I really lack some fate."
He started to leave.
But just when he was about to break through the ground, his spiritual consciousness caught an extremely strong aura of a monster running towards the top of the mountain, and it was a third-order early stage monster!
After patrolling with his spiritual consciousness, he confirmed that it was a third-level early-stage green snake demon.
On the ground, there were sounds of shouting and killing, and then a big battle broke out.
It's a pity that a group of monks from the Divine Weapon Sect led by Mo Xinglie in the late stage of foundation building were no match for the early stage third-order monsters, and were beaten to a pulp by the green snake!
"Retreat!"
Mo Xinglie's eyes were blood red: "This monster is extremely powerful, far beyond our ability to control it. Return to the Divine Weapon Sect immediately, and come back to fight against this monster after my father comes out of seclusion!"
"Yes!"
As soon as Mo Xinglie turned around, he saw a group of people turning around and rushing into the dense forest. Their voices came from the forest: "Retreat! Young Master, go first. I will take the rear for Young Master."
"A bunch of bastards who are greedy for life and afraid of death!"
Mo Xinglie cursed angrily and left quickly.
In an instant, all the people from the Shenbing Sect left, and the monks, warriors, and people along the way also left without their lives after hearing that the demon king was coming. In the blink of an eye, everyone was gone.
The green snake demon, spitting out the letter, was entrenched on the mountain peak, devouring the mountain meat that had not been cut away.
……
"Forget it."
Ning Daoran, who originally planned to leave, suddenly stopped leaving. Instead, he raised his hand and took out the Qinglong Spear from the storage bag, filled it with materials and then returned to the sword-making shop. It seemed to be the same.
(End of chapter)