Balian was about to draw his sword.
At this time, a sunspot fell like rain.
The aftertaste of a chess match fell obliquely in the space, and the crisp sound of the chess pieces falling onto the board easily overwhelmed the sharp whistle that burst out from the mouth of the human face.
The particularly round and powerful chess piece was like a drop of clear ink, falling between the eyebrows of the human face.
A force that is not overbearing and powerful but very mysterious is like a weapon that breaks the situation. The breath of the stone pattern on the human face is intertwined and decomposed.
There was just a bang, and a deep round pit opened up on the face on the mountain.
Blood was constantly flowing in the pit, as if the human skin had been burst and injured.
Meng Zifei's energy stopped flowing away, and the dead souls took two big breaths of yang energy.
He kept choking and coughing hoarsely, bending over and backing away, his face turning blue and gray.
In just a short moment, he seemed to have aged ten years, and his dark temples were stained with a few inches of frost.
What is this! So evil!
Jiang Shaoyu behind him was also frightened, his mouth was open, and he couldn't say a word.
"I said, how long do you want to talk? My time is very precious." A clear and crisp voice came from the long wind.
Everyone couldn't help but look up. On the strange black mountain, there was a crimson shadow. Under the rugged and silent wind of the long night, the charming and shadowy crimson woman was like a painting, slowly outlining the desolate and beautiful scenery. contour.
Meng Zifei recognized the woman's identity at a glance, and his eyes subconsciously avoided her.
But as her eyes flashed, she saw several human faces reappearing at the foot of the mountain she was standing on, with their eyes open and their mouths open, as if they were trying to pull her into the abyss.
Meng Zifei's expression changed drastically, and he reminded loudly in a hoarse voice: "Be careful where you step!"
Yin Baishuang didn't even look at him. She snorted coldly and held a sunspot on her thin white fingertips again, reflecting a cold luster.
Those faces seemed to smell something extremely dangerous, and the stone eyeballs were turning crazily in their sockets, sometimes murderous, sometimes greedy, and sometimes unwilling.
In the end, all these emotions turned into fear, and those faces disappeared little by little into the mountains.
Yin Baishuang glanced at her feet coldly, as if disdainfully.
As her red clothes fluttered, she fell down like a raging fire. With her backhand, she shot the black bullet in her hand to the ridge.
The small and round chess piece seemed to be struck with the power of a heavy hammer from heaven.
The pitch-black hill suddenly flew backwards, sending up countless smoke and dust, flying grass clippings, and the huge pitch-black silhouette was instantly swallowed up by the night and disappeared.
Not long after, heavy and suppressed footsteps came from deep in the forest.
Thirteen sunspots hung in front of Yin Baishuang again. Her almond-shaped eyes were cold and silent, and she sneered: "When will the stone demon be able to hang out with monkeys?"
The human-faced white ape itself is a powerful monster at the peak of the Spiritual Realm, and the heavy mountain it has been carrying behind it is actually such a terrifying monster.
In the darkness, a man as burly as a mountain kicked aside several thick beams blocking his way and walked into everyone's sight.
He licked the wound on his arm and looked at Yin Baishuang expressionlessly. His voice rumbled like thunder, as if it contained some kind of power from heaven and earth: "Cangwu Palace, Moqi Palace."
Yin Baishuang didn't pay attention to the overwhelming hostility emanating from the stone demon.
Stone demons are born from the spirit of stone. They are the most difficult type of demon among the demon clan to cultivate and develop spiritual wisdom.
It is difficult for them to transform naturally. They need to endure thousands of years of wind and frost, thousands of thunder forging, and thousands of years of sea immersion before they can develop a shred of spiritual wisdom. Only by absorbing the spirit of heaven and earth over time can they become monsters.
This stone demon has a lot of cultivation, and is only one step away from overcoming the tribulation. However, looking at its stone age, it has not experienced the long history that the stone demon should have experienced, at most it is less than a thousand years.
Looking at the appearance of this breath, it is obvious that an abnormal method was used to practice.
The magical power that hides the face in the stone and sucks the monk's yang energy just now is not the magical power that the stone demon should have.
The yin energy on his body is extremely strong. It is thought that the body of the mountain stone originated from a very evil place with yin behind it, and was born from the yin devouring. After becoming a spirit, he needs to absorb a large amount of yang energy from human monks to maintain the balance of yin energy in the body.
It is normal for such an abnormal spirit-former to be far stronger than the demons in the same realm.
But it is a pity that all things are interdependent.
The 361 chess pieces in the Moqi Palace are all refined from Bodhi seeds from the Western Brahma Realm.
Bodhi tree belongs to wood.
Stone demons are of earth origin.
The sacred wood overcomes the Yin earth and is unfavorable in all directions.
Balian's punch failed to leave any traces on the body of the stone demon, but instead caused Yin Baishuang and his two sons to injure its body.
Furthermore, Yin Baishuang's own level of cultivation is not weak, so it is naturally difficult for the evil stone demon to make a mistake in front of her.
The upper wound between the stone demon's arms cracked deeper and deeper, and no matter how much he licked it, the blood could not be stopped.
His eyes rolled fiercely, and in a fit of rage, he actually tore off his own arm with his bare hands and threw it aside.
After a while, his shoulders continued to move, and a new arm actually grew out of him.
The stone demon clenched his fist and said in a cold voice: "The people from Cangwu Palace dare to break into my demon world alone. Do you think you can leave here alive today? Even if your spirit suppresses me, this mountain full of demons will attack in groups. , presumably even if you have the displacement white stone in your hand, you will not be able to escape your fate."
Yin Baishuang said coldly: "Before that, I will get rid of you, the stone demon."
The stone demon's eyes were cold and forbidding, he took a step forward and crushed his torn arm.
The arm shattered into countless stones in an instant, but at a certain moment it was endowed with magical energy. The fine stones seemed to come alive, splitting into countless small stone figures and scattering away.
This move was obviously intended to summon the demons hiding in the mountains.
"Trouble." Yin Baishuang spat out two words lightly, and the dozens of sunspots floating around him turned white, and shot out into the void in all directions, carrying the matter of piercing the clouds and splitting the mountains.
Dozens of white flames entrenched themselves into a space field. The scattered little stone men hit the cliff of the field formed by Bai Zi and were instantly burned to ashes.
The Yinshan stone demon's face was extremely cold, and a cloud of Yin flames surged in his cold eyes, and he waved his left hand towards the waning moon in the sky.
In an instant, the light of the waning moon suddenly dimmed a lot, and traces of black energy flowed from the sky to his palm, instantly condensing into a solemn atmosphere.
The aura around him changed drastically, and the remaining branches and leaves that were shaken by the long wind seemed to be frozen in space. Suddenly there was silence. Even Bailian, who had adapted to the dark night atmosphere, couldn't help but feel an unknown sense of oppression.
While the momentum was brewing, there was a sudden sound of thunder, and two white stones exploded in response. It was a force from outside the field that broke into this field tyrannically.
Yin Baishuang's eyes suddenly turned cold and she looked somewhere deep in the forest.
"That's enough." It was a man's voice. These two simple sentences made the stone demon look extremely frightened on his face.
The black brilliance on his fist then faded away. As his burly body trembled, he slowly lowered his head and knelt in the direction of the voice: "Lord Haonong, why are you here?"
Meng Zifei and Jiang Shaoyu were shocked when they saw the stone demon's change of attitude.
In Baiqiu Mountain, although the war slaves have distinct classes, the demons in the mountains are warlike and ferocious by nature, and no one obeys anyone's discipline. The demons only plunder, devour, and bite each other. Except for the prison magic generals, they are never seen again. Like who has surrendered.
However, this piece of Baiqiu Mountain was created by Mi Lu, and the hands of the prison magic general could not reach here.
He looked at it with a bit of curiosity.
I saw a middle-aged man of medium stature walking out of the dark jungle.
He wore very ordinary clothes, a short and smart cardigan, and trousers made of coarse linen rolled up to his calves. The trouser legs were tightened up, revealing a pair of strong calves, and he wore simple straw sandals on his feet.
There was no unusual temperament in his whole body. The way he walked over, holding a hoe on his shoulder, he looked more like a country farmer who had just finished farm work in the fields.
An ordinary appearance, an ordinary dress, an ordinary aura.
But it made the stone demon tremble.
The middle-aged man named Haonong casually placed the hoe on his shoulder on the ground, his expression showing a bit of displeasure.
"I told you half a month ago that a great madman has broken into the devil world. He attaches great importance to the atmosphere of the moon. If you can safely extract the essence of the moon to defend against the enemy, if the madman notices it, I am afraid that the entire century will be affected. The mountains and hills will be buried with you."
The stone demon did not dare to make any mistakes or be disrespectful in front of this person, and quickly lowered his head lower: "It was the devil's negligence."
Haonong stopped looking at him and turned his eyes. His eyes, which were much more weathered than his appearance, reflected the outline of Yin Baishuang: "When can humans be so arrogant in the demon world?"
Yin Baishuang looked at this extremely ordinary man: "Aren't you also a human being?"
As soon as these words came out, Meng Zifei and others were shocked.
In this mountain, there are actually humans who can suppress the demons?
Meng Zifei has been in the mountains for many days, and this is the first time he has seen a human being without a collar outside the slave camp. It seems that this person's identity is far from being as simple as it appears.
"Yes, I am a human being just like you." Haonong said frankly: "But there is one thing about me that is very different from you. Although I am a human being, I am obsessed with demons. In the words of your sect, I should They are just the scum of the world, evil demons and heretics."
Yin Baishuang frowned: "Demon cultivator?"
Balian shook his head and said, "There is no demonic energy in his body, so he should not practice the demonic path."
Haonong smiled: "Who said that those who have a heart for demons must be demon cultivators? Even though I practice the orthodox Taoist arts, it still doesn't change the fact that I have been hunting humans all year round and destroying various Taoist sects."
Yin Baishuang's face couldn't help but darken as he was so confident that he was still bad.
At this time, Bai Lian spoke again: "But I see that you are not an orthodox warlock of Han Xuan Sect. The aura in your body is mixed, your spiritual power nodes are blocked and connected, your spiritual roots are shallow and short, and your spiritual treasure is dark and no spiritual breath can be seen. Yunqi, on the contrary, is a body full of spiritual energy, overflowing on the surface of the skin."
As he spoke, he blinked and came to the correct conclusion: "You are a martial arts practitioner."
Not to mention Meng Zifei, even Yin Baishuang couldn't help but look surprised.
In today's era of abundant spiritual energy, physical cultivation is almost in decline, not to mention that none of the three sects in the world specializes in physical cultivation.
Even if you look at the entire first-class immortal family, you can't find a warrior body cultivation force.
Even if it is the Ten Thousand Dao Immortal Alliance that gathers loose cultivators from all over the world, the conditions for body cultivators to join the alliance are extremely strict.
Since ancient times, martial arts cultivation has always been a remote path.
In today's world, most Qi practitioners look down on physical practitioners, thinking that martial arts practitioners are the path of cultivation chosen only by those with mixed spiritual roots and no path to immortality.
Once a Qi Refiner reaches the Kaiyuan Realm, he can fly with a sword.
On the other hand, martial arts practitioners, even those who have reached the same level as the Qi Refiner's Tribulation Realm, still have trouble wielding a sword.
All this stems from the fact that martial arts practitioners all have grassroots spiritual roots and cannot store a large amount of spiritual power at all.
Moreover, the longevity of a martial artist is far inferior to that of a Qi refiner.
A monk in the Tribulation Realm can live up to a thousand years, but a martial artist in the Yuanfu Realm can only live for five hundred years.
As time goes by, it becomes more and more difficult for physical practitioners on the mainland, and this way gradually declines.
On the contrary, some people who are born with the blood of immortals and have strong bodies are very interested in physical cultivation. They can use their own blood to make up for the shortcomings of incomplete spiritual roots.
But in the human world, those who can achieve deep attainments in martial arts have been extinct for thousands of years.
When the man named Haonong heard the word Wufu, he felt it was extremely harsh. He frowned and his voice became colder: "So what?"
But Balian didn't mean to ridicule him. He had a look of interest on his face and said, "I'm very curious. Since a thousand years ago, hundreds of immortal sects have arisen like clouds, Lingshan is full of charm, and immortals are flourishing. , and the martial arts group is gradually declining, and there is no human being on Tianyao Continent who can cultivate the body line to the realm of Yuan Mansion, how did you do it?"
Haonong turned his eyes, as if he couldn't understand why this young man was so interested in the way of physical cultivation. He said rather coldly: "What can you do if you reach the Yuanfu realm? The human race respects the earth as the way of heaven and man. Even if I become the pinnacle of martial arts, I will still be nothing more than a joke told by those superior Qi practitioners who disdain to be friends with me."
When Jiang Shaoyu heard this, his face was livid and he said: "So you devoted yourself to the demonic path, trained slaves for the demons, and spared the slaughter of my human monks?!"
Haonong seemed to have heard a big joke, and his old eyes seemed to be jumping with anger: "In the hearts of you Qi Refiners, I am afraid that warriors like us are all narrow-minded people."
Jiang Shaoyu snorted coldly and said angrily: "A villain has no integrity, abandons the good and chases the bad. He is happy to think about what he has given, and angry about what he has taken away. If he is not a narrow-minded person, why would he vent his frustrated anger on others? .
Originally, I thought that it was difficult for a martial artist to make progress with his ordinary mind because he was limited by the quality of his own spiritual roots. But now it turns out that his spiritual roots and mind are really not good at all. It is no wonder that physical cultivation has declined and that this is the path chosen by people without ambitions. How can you hope that you can go far in the long run? "
Haonong's face suddenly sank, and he couldn't see his emotions or anger clearly, but his eyes, as red as he wanted to eat people, made his ordinary face look as scary as a demon's face.
He smiled and said: "You are not good at spirituality, mind and nature? You are so arrogant. If you have great ambitions, why should you let the dog trap restrain you? If you are proud, you can take the trap on your own. I hereby promise , will not kill you, and will personally send you back to the world until the day when the Crow Bridge connects the world, then this son of the righteous way, do you dare or not?"
Jiang Shaoyu's face froze, and he was so angry that he lost his words.
No one wants to be a useless person. Now that he has lost a leg, if his spine is also broken, even if he returns to the sect, life will be worse than death.
