"It's such a pity that that insect cultivator escaped." Lin Feng, who had arrived at a safe place, felt very upset when he thought of this incident.
They arranged it so carefully that Bai Zhirui even deliberately used her own White Lotus magic weapon.
It was obvious that these guys who were chasing after him were coveting this magic weapon. When he was about to succeed, this guy was able to give up decisively. He was also a ruthless character.
Zheng Yi shook his head secretly. The fundamental reason why that guy ran away was not because he was attacked by them.
Man dies for wealth, and bird dies for food.
As long as there are enough benefits, even if they are in danger, the other party will fight to the death.
But if the other party finds out that the bait is fake, they will naturally not continue to fight with them here.
In the brief moment of the fight just now, Bai Zhirui accidentally missed the point in order to stop them.
Others may not have noticed anything, but Chong Xiu, who was fighting Bai Zhirui head-on, definitely noticed the problem.
"What should we do, master?" Bai Zhirui immediately became anxious after hearing Zheng Yi's analysis.
She knew very well the reason why they succeeded so often now.
One of the big reasons is that these people have been stunned by the so-called treasures in their hands.
These monks from the Nether Spirit Tribe each have their own agendas and are holding each other back.
This gave them a chance to defeat the pursuers one by one.
Once this lie is discovered, those angry Nether Spirit Clan monks and Dark Moon Demon Lord will definitely join hands to tear them into pieces.
Zheng Yi laughed: "Stupid apprentice, what is there to worry about?"
"Don't talk about that guy, he won't do such a thankless thing."
"Even if he really said it, no one would believe it."
Now everyone feels that they have treasures in their bodies. At this time, someone suddenly jumped out and told them that you were all deceived and there was no treasure at all.
Either he was regarded as a madman, or he was thought to have ulterior motives.
Judging from that guy's decisive character when he escaped just now, he probably wouldn't do such a thankless thing.
With Zheng Yi's affirmation, Bai Zhirui completely let go of her worries and continued to follow Zheng Yi's instructions to gradually eat away at the pursuers.
Lin Feng and Su Yao were eye-opening.
This fellow Taoist Bai is simply an expert at playing with people's hearts.
Various methods emerge in endlessly, and almost no one is the same.
Almost all of those Netherworld monks who managed to catch up with them after clearing away the heavy fog were played by Bai Zhirui.
Among these monks of the Nether Spirit Clan, there are also those who are clever and clever.
But no matter how those people plot, they always seem to be one level lower than Bai Zhirui.
At several critical moments, it was clear that the opponent had found a way to break the game, but found that it seemed to be another game of Bai Zhirui's.
There has long been an unending blood feud between the human race and the Netherworld race in the Canglan Realm.
This fight will never end unless one side disappears.
Even under this situation, Lin Feng and Su Yao were inexplicably sympathetic to these Nether Spirit monks.
Sometimes they even couldn't help but think, if Bai Zhirui dealt with them...
Well, just thinking about this scene, Lin Feng felt a shudder.
He secretly vowed in his heart that if he could escape from danger this time, he would never be an enemy of Bai Zhirui in this life.
The initial admiration for Bai Zhirui turned into fear and admiration.
As an enemy, such a person is certainly extremely terrifying.
But as your own ally, you shouldn't be too reliable, okay?
"Fellow Daoist Bai, what should we do next?" Lin Feng took the initiative to ask after dealing with a wave of pursuers.
The first batch of Netherworld monks who caught up with them were all quite powerful.
After killing them, the strength of the pursuers began to decrease.
Many times, they were able to kill the pursuers without any effort.
Gradually, the monks from the Nether Spirit Clan also noticed something was wrong. Many small, loose teams have united.
For example, this time, there were fifteen Nether Spirit monks chasing them.
Although their cultivation levels were not particularly high, the large enough number still caused a lot of trouble.
And it is foreseeable that the number of pursuers will only be greater.
Bai Zhirui lowered her eyes in deep thought, but she was actually communicating with her master.
"Don't worry, the more people like that, the safer we will be."
Bai Zhirui felt a little relieved after hearing the master's words.
However, when she saw the pursuers, Bai Zhirui couldn't help but gasp.
"This quantity is too much? Master, do you really think there is no problem?"
Lin Feng and Su Yao also looked at Bai Zhirui with worries.
"Fellow Daoist Bai, how about we withdraw first?" Lin Feng suggested cautiously.
It can be seen with the naked eye that there are more than fifty pursuers this time.
All kinds of grotesque Netherworld monks are together, and it looks like a hell drawing of a hundred ghosts walking at night.
"It doesn't matter, you two listen to me..."
When Bai Zhirui told Lin Feng what Su Yao should do.
The pursuers of the Nether Spirit Tribe had already surrounded the place where they had set up an ambush.
There are many of them and they have already made various preparations.
The leader was a man, covered in armor, who looked just like a human being.
But it has no body, its hair is messy and disheveled, and its left arm has only bones and no flesh.
"Be careful, those guys from the human race are very strong. Many of our tribesmen have died in their hands."
"Among them, there are many masters who are at the peak of foundation building."
"If everyone wants to get the treasure, or even get any benefits, we must cooperate sincerely. Otherwise, we will get nothing."
"On behalf of Hell City, I assure you that the spoils will be distributed absolutely fairly."
"Even if you can't get the treasure, you can still get the corresponding benefits, so you won't go home empty-handed."
This guy said these words over and over again, hoping that these people would take a long-term view.
It’s just...
How many people believe it is another matter.
Of course, at least on the surface, they are still cooperating with each other.
Some people are on guard, and some have prepared spells. Once they find traces of Bai Zhirui and others, they will attack immediately.
Others are using various magical powers to search for the whereabouts of Bai Zhirui and the others.
It seems that the cooperation is quite tacit.
Just when they were trying to find it.
A flying sword suddenly rushed out of the crowd and flew towards the sky.
The speed of this flying sword is extremely fast, and there are three people on it.
The monks of the Nether Spirit Tribe were all shocked by this sudden turn of events.
Although they were searching step by step, they had actually pursued this process dozens of times.
As a result, I came back disappointed every time.
So they had no hope at all that they could stop Lin Feng and the others here.
Unexpectedly, just as they started taking action this time, Bai Zhirui and the others were forced out.
"What are you doing standing there in a daze? Don't let them go!" The Netherling Tribe wearing armor will react the fastest with the strongest strength.
The arm with only bones left suddenly left the body, the bony fingers formed into the shape of a cage, and slammed down on Lin Feng's flying sword head-on. Even if I had known that it would not be possible to leave so easily, I would have been prepared.
Lin Feng was still shocked by the opponent's reaction speed.
"Damn, so fast!"
He quickly adjusted his direction and rushed through the gap where the opponent's palm turned into a cage.
The flying sword was mounted on a finger that formed a bone prison, and wiped out a series of sparks.
Lin Feng's response was not decisive. Even so, the flying sword's speed was still greatly affected.
In this moment of delay, the subsequent attacks were already overwhelming.
"It's now!" Zheng Yi reminded Bai Zhirui immediately.
Bai Zhirui immediately threw out the white lotus magic weapon.
A holy white lotus appeared out of thin air in mid-air.
An overwhelming attack ensued.
Flying swords, fireballs, ice bullets, poisonous mist.
All kinds of strange attacks completely engulfed Bai Lian.
The dense explosions like drums made the earth tremble.
"Stop, stop!" The general of the Nether Spirit Tribe hurriedly stopped these people from continuing to attack.
The purpose of their pursuit was for the treasures on these people.
If they were wiped out together with their treasures, wouldn't it be like trying to draw water from a bamboo basket?
The other Nether Spirit Clan monks also had the same idea, so they quickly stopped attacking.
The smoke and dust from the explosion gradually dispersed, and they saw the holy white lotus again.
The three of them, Bai Zhirui, were unscathed under Bai Lian's protection.
Despite such a violent attack, the three of them were unscathed.
"Such a treasure..." The general of the Nether Spirit Clan had greed in his eyes.
The same is naturally true for other Netherworld monks.
These people were not surprised that this thing could block their attacks.
After all, this magic weapon can even block the attack of Jindan Daxiu.
And this is actually not the most important thing.
It's not like they haven't seen powerful magic weapons before.
But using those powerful magic weapons requires extremely huge amounts of mana.
Even if many powerful magic weapons were given to them, they would not be able to exert their true power due to their own strength.
This White Lotus Magical Artifact is different. Its user is only in the foundation building stage.
It is a rare treasure that allows monks in the foundation building stage to resist the power of the golden elixir, even if they can only block it for a while.
Otherwise, these Nether Spirit Clan monks would not even ignore the threat of Jindan Daxiu and fight desperately to get this magic weapon.
Just when these Netherworld monks were jealous.
Bai Zhirui spat out a mouthful of blood, and the holy white lotus immediately shattered and dissipated.
This scene not only did not disappoint the monks of the Nether Spirit Tribe, but seemed to give them a boost of blood and make them even more excited.
After this magical weapon withstood the blow of Demon Lord Huiyue, it was unknown how many times it was used.
Now it is used to resist the attacks of so many of them.
It is normal for the user to suffer backlash. In this case, Bai Zhirui would not react at all.
They might even wonder if there is something wrong with this White Lotus Magical Artifact.
"Catch them!" The general of the Nether Spirit Tribe was the first to take action.
The skeleton's big hand grabbed from bottom to top, sandwiching Bai Zhirui and others who had not had time to escape due to the backlash of the magic weapon.
"No!" Lin Feng was horrified and quickly controlled the flying sword, trying to escape from the gap in the cage just like before.
But this time, the general of the Nether Spirit Clan was well prepared and took precautions in advance.
In addition, Lin Feng's flying sword lost its speed advantage.
He rushed left and right in the cage of bones, but he couldn't break through.
Not to be outdone, other monks from the Nether Spirit Clan rushed forward to "help".
"I've got it under control..." The general of the Netherworld Tribe hadn't finished speaking yet.
A Nether Spirit monk shouted: "Don't worry, General, I'm here to help you!"
He raised the knife and cut off one of the fingers in the bone cage.
Lin Feng was worried about not being able to find a breakthrough, but the opponent sent him an assist in time.
Without a moment's hesitation, he immediately rushed out of the bone cage and rushed toward the sky with all his strength.
At this time, I didn't care about identifying the direction. I wanted to leave this place of right and wrong first.
But before he could run very far, the Deep Cloud Sword seemed to hit something and stopped suddenly.
Bai Zhirui and the other three people on the flying sword were lucky enough not to be thrown out.
Looking back, good guy.
I don't know how many things were wrapped around the hilt of the flying sword.
Whisk, hook lock, and other magical instruments are numerous.
Several sneers came and went.
"Want to leave? No way!"
"Do you really think you can escape now?"
"This is where you will die."
In desperation, Su Yao suddenly said: "Fellow Daoist Bai, are you still unwilling to give up until now?"
"If it weren't for your magic weapon, we would have escaped to a safe place long ago."
Although it is not stated clearly, this is obviously the hope that the other party can discard the magic weapon to ensure their safety.
"No, this is the final treasure left to me by my master." Bai Zhirui gritted her teeth and insisted.
He even used his magic weapon again to resist many attacks.
Only this time, the power of the magic weapon became weaker.
After only resisting two or three attacks, it became fragmented and quickly dissipated.
If Lin Feng hadn't barely controlled the flying sword to dodge several fatal attacks, they might have been in trouble this time.
It's just that they are now controlled by these Netherworld monks and cannot escape at all. They are about to be completely trapped and unable to move.
Lin Feng gritted his teeth: "Fellow Daoist Bai, if you still refuse to give up until now, I'm afraid the two of us will be offended."
Su Yao took out a delicate and small dagger and pointed it at Bai Zhirui intentionally or unintentionally.
Obviously, if Bai Zhirui refuses to give up, they will never show mercy.
This kind of scene is not surprising to the monks of the Nether Spirit Clan.
Sacrificing others in order to save one's own life is too normal in their eyes.
They even slowed down their offensive slightly in order to get them to give up their magical weapons.
Bai Zhirui's eyes spitting fire and her silver teeth bit into pieces: "Two fellow Taoists..."
But before she finished speaking, Su Yao's dagger had already been sent forward.
The magic power on the blade of the dagger was hesitant, and he was about to take action.
"Okay!" At the critical moment of life and death, Bai Zhirui had no choice but to compromise and throw the White Lotus Magical Artifact far away.
Suddenly, the eyes of all the Nether Spirit Clan monks were attracted by the flying White Lotus Magical Artifact. (End of chapter)