Chapter 7 The mantis stalks the cicada
The sun gradually sank toward the horizon, and Sanqing Mountain in the evening appeared before An Zhi's eyes like a magnificent picture.
Standing on the top of the mountain and looking down, the mountain village under the sunset is like a bright gem embedded in the embrace of nature. People live in this beautiful land and enjoy harmonious coexistence with nature.
An Zhi worked very hard and excited today. She cleaned the blessed land inside and out in the afternoon. It was like she had been given a shot of chicken blood all over her body. She had to move all the time and looked forward to getting dark as soon as possible.
Anzhi was holding a peach wood sword for training in the yard, practicing the swordsmanship taught to her by Menghong in her dream. Halfway through the practice, she suddenly realized a problem. Fan went into the Sanqing Hall and did not come back for a whole day.
She looked up at the top of the mountain and saw that the sun was about to set. Holding the peach wood sword in her hand, An Zhi quickly ran towards the gate of the blessed land.
With steps like the wind, An Zhi stepped out of the gate of Sanqing Paradise in two or three steps.
"Where are you going?"
An Zhi, who had already gone out, suddenly heard a voice coming from behind. She held her breath and stood there slowly turning her head. She saw Fan Jin sitting on the threshold, staring blankly at the sun that was about to set on the top of the mountain.
"Uncle Master, why are you sitting here? I'm going to find you." An Zhi jumped to Fan Jin's side.
After getting along with Fan Jin these days, Anzhi felt that this old man was not as difficult to get along with as everyone said. On the contrary, maybe because of his age, he was particularly easy to get along with, just like Anzhi's grandfather.
Fan Jin looked at An Zhi, who had a sunny face, and pointed with his crutch at the setting sun: "Isn't it beautiful?"
Looking along Fan Jin's crutch, the setting sun at this time was like a bright gem, slowly sliding down the mountain, leaving a golden-red afterglow, and several wild geese flying freely in the afterglow.
"Beautiful!" An Zhi said involuntarily.
"As long as it's beautiful, it's good to be beautiful." Fan Jin said and stood up holding on to the crutches. She knew that An Zhi wanted to go out at this time, so she walked into the courtyard without looking back: "Come back early, don't run around. .”
An Zhi was dumbfounded. The old man was acting weird anyway, so he wanted to ask about what happened in Sanqing Hall today, so let him forget it.
Suddenly,
The spirit snake emerged from An Zhi's arms, looked around and said, "I'm not leaving yet."
An Zhi didn't think much and ran down the mountain.
night.
The woods behind the mountain seem to be shrouded in a mysterious veil, giving people a peaceful and dreamy feeling.
In this deep forest, the moonlight shines through the gaps in the leaves and shines on the moist soil, forming mottled light and shadow.
"Wait, don't go." Spirit Snake lowered his voice and suddenly said.
An Zhi slowly squatted down, looked around and asked doubtfully: "Snake Bao, what's wrong?"
The spirit snake climbed up a branch and whispered: "Come this way."
An Zhimari came to the tree that Ling She was talking about. Sure enough, in a depression in the woods, a group of people were walking around in the dark. Although the voices of several people were very low, they could still hear the buzzing sound. .
In less than a moment, Luo Ling ran in from behind with someone.
"Everyone, please be vigilant. Senior brother and I will go in first. If there is any situation, you will quickly provide support." After Luo Ling finished the arrangement, she came to Ke Dasheng and said: "Senior brother, we must catch this person tonight."
Ke Dasheng said confidently: "Don't worry, I released two fourth-level demon spirits to lure this person out."
An Zhi was shocked. He had destroyed all the demon spirits in the back mountain last night. Judging from this posture, they must be aiming at him. Moreover, his cultivation is still very bad. If he is caught or discovered, what will happen next will happen. It’s not easy.
"Snake Bao, let me go. They are obviously coming for us tonight." An Zhi started to walk out of the woods with light feet and hands.
Spirit Snake actually thinks so too. With An Zhi's current cultivation level, once he is discovered, he will become the target of public criticism and will be crushed into scum by Luo Ling and others, so he can only develop in a wretched way.
The woods in the back mountain seemed to have been covered with a canopy, with branches and leaves hanging over them. Taking advantage of the dark night and high wind, An Zhi and Ling She quickly walked out.
An Zhi, who was a little disappointed, was about to leave here with regrets when he suddenly felt a demonic aura coming from the archway.
An Zhi was surprised and excited at the same time, because she could already smell the evil spirit, which meant that the spiritual power was working.
"Snake treasure, snake treasure, over there at the archway!" An Zhi pointed in the direction of the archway of Sanqing Palace with a peach wood sword used for training.
The spirit snake asked: "Master, did you sense something?"
"Monster!" An Zhi raised his sword with some excitement and walked towards the archway: "Haha, I can smell the demon now." The archway is majestic across the double dragon gates, and the pavilions are flying with a rainbow ridge, which is majestic and spectacular. , the three words "Sanqing Palace" directly above the archway have been persisting for thousands of years and are still eye-catching at this time.
A strong wind blew, and the leaves on the ground were swirling and floating in the air, and the sounds of animals around him were heard one after another.
The demonic aura was getting stronger and stronger, and An Zhi felt a chill on her back. She couldn't help but turn her head and look at the spiritual snake on her shoulder: "Snake treasure, can you feel where it is?"
The spirit snake looked around, and the tentacles on its head searched everywhere like a radar, but found nothing: "It would be great if you had a magic weapon."
The importance of magic weapons to the demon hunter is self-evident. Different magic weapons have different functions. But now An Zhi only has a peach wood sword used for training by his disciples, so he can't find the location of the demon at all.
Suddenly, An Zhi's eyes were covered by a burst of red silk, and countless faceless people flashed around.
"Monster, look at the sword!" Before the spirit snake could say anything, An Zhi raised his sword and stabbed it, but missed.
Facing the changing spirit demon, An Zhi dropped the mahogany sword, gathered spiritual energy in his palms, and fired palm thunder at the phantom in front of him.
"Hahahaha, hahaha."
"Let me play with you."
"Little girl, why are you playing with palm thunder when you have nothing to do?"
The hollow voice surrounded the surroundings like a spell, and the voices of men and women alternated. As the voice became more rapid, strong winds blew around. A leaf flew past An Zhi's cheek, and a gash was opened immediately, and blood flowed out.
The fourth-level demon spirit is only one step away from advancing to the monster level, and its ability must be very strong.
"Master, don't be afraid, these monsters are harmless!" Spirit Snake comforted again.
An Zhi stroked the blood on his cheek and asked with disbelief: "Swipe the knife with the wind."
Spirit Snake: "These monsters are said to be fourth-order demon spirits. They have been sealed by Sanqing disciples for a long time and have long lost their fourth-order habits. In fact, they are only third-order demon spirits. Believe in yourself, you are more than right."
Spirit Snake's words undoubtedly gave An Zhi reassurance, and he immediately gathered his spiritual energy to fight back with palm thunder. Although he hit the phantom every time, as the number of attacks increased, An Zhi gradually felt the location of the demon spirit's true body. .
Based on An Zhi's current state, it is impossible to tell what type and attributes this fourth-level demon spirit is. He only feels that this demon is very powerful, can infinitely transform, and more importantly, can transform anything on the ground into a sharp blade.
The fourth-level demon spirit was irritated: "Little girl, you didn't see it. Even Ke Dasheng can't dodge my transformed ice blade. You actually dodge it four times in a row. Hahahahaha. Watch out. Take the move."< br>
As soon as the voice fell, the leaves scattered on the ground were quickly collected and transformed into a giant sword, which was slashed down with one strike.
"Thunder in the Palm." An Zhi continued to use the Thunder in the Palm to resist the sharp sword condensed from the leaves while dodging.
Sure enough, it worked. Sparks flashed out after the lightning struck the palm, immediately igniting the giant sword made of leaves.
The giant sword instantly scattered into countless leaves falling in the air.
Because the giant sword was too sharp and powerful, it still cut An Zhi's arm the moment it fell apart.
Upon seeing this, An Zhi picked up the mahogany sword on the ground, closed his eyes for three seconds, gathered his spiritual energy on the end of the sword, and then slashed with one sword.
Ouch...
The wail of the demon spirit once again came from the Sanqing Palace Archway. The sound was so loud that it directly alerted Luo Ling, Ke Dasheng and others who were lurking in the woods in the distance. They quickly led people towards the archway.
After successfully killing the demon, Anzhi knelt on one knee without standing up, and a stream of blood flowed from his sleeves.
"Master, hurry up, hurry up, they are coming." The spirit snake immediately felt that danger was coming.
An Zhi endured the severe pain, picked up the four demon seals on the ground with his peach wood sword, and limped along with the spirit snake in the other direction.
When Luo Ling and Ke Dasheng arrived, only blood on the ground and wailing sounds were left.
"Brother, all the fourth-level demon spirits have been killed. It seems that this person is not simple." Luo Ling dipped her fingers into the blood on the ground.
Ke Dasheng was very calm. After all, the fourth-level demon spirit was just a piece of cake in front of him: "He has been seriously injured by the demon spirit. Everyone quickly split up to search for him."
"Yes!"
(End of chapter)