After this group of people gathered, it was time to wait for the appointed time. When they were at Annan Tower, the group agreed to attack at noon. However, it was already past noon, and Li Siqing did not give the order to attack. He just sat under the shade of a pine tree, closed his eyes and rested, and went to Xu Huaigu from time to time. Glancing twice.
Xu Huaigu found it a bit strange. After all, Li Siqing was a monk in the fifth realm, and he would never forget the agreed attack. Time had passed, so why was he still so leisurely and restful?
Xu Huaigu didn't intend to disturb him, but someone couldn't wait any longer and asked him anxiously: "Friend Li, the time we agreed with County Magistrate Chen is noon. You are the leader, so you shouldn't forget it. But why now?" It's past noon, but you still haven't attacked? If you miss the opportunity, this is not a trivial matter." Li Siqing straightened his hair leisurely and explained: "What we want to attack is the south of Lichuan Mountain, and the ghost of Lichuan Mountain is occupied. Most of the places are in the west, so our main two six-level monks are in the west. Although you have seen those six-level monks, you may not know how powerful that monk is. The monk named Kuchan The monk comes from Baima Mountain, a major sect of Buddhism in China. He is the most outstanding person of the younger generation of Baima Mountain. He is already a monk in the Sixth Realm at the age of twenty-five, and his background is profound. The number of magic weapons on his body is completely different from the ordinary Sixth Realm. The monk can compare, so his combat power is definitely seven levels. We don't need to take action so early. When the fight starts in the west, the ghosts in the south will naturally be attracted to some of them, and then we will have much fewer opponents. ." Except for Li Siqing, the other monks are all wild cultivators, and they all understand the principle that if a person does not work for himself, heaven and earth will destroy him. When he heard Li Siqing's words, he suddenly understood, and did not say anything to persuade him, but just stayed where he was.
The other five-level old wild cultivator besides Li Siqing sneered: "What do you mean, the immortal monks are narrow-minded and careless. They are no different from us wild cultivators. It's ridiculous." Li Siqing smiled slightly, but did not feel embarrassed. Instead, he said easily: "This is a strategy. If we have fewer opponents, we can naturally avoid unnecessary casualties. Aren't I thinking about everyone? If there are one or two less among the eight of us in the end, wouldn't it be bad?" Fate?" The fifth realm monk sneered, shook his head, and stopped talking.
Li Siqing looked quietly to the west of Lichuan Mountain. He could feel the violent fluctuations of spiritual energy there. The war should have started at this time, so he waited for a while before standing up and said: "Everyone, it's almost time, let's go up the mountain." Go. But we only need to capture that Taoist temple, use the Taoist temple as a base, and send a few people to sweep away the wandering wild ghosts, and that's it." Xu Huaigu felt that Li Siqing was indeed an interesting person, and he clearly had something in his heart. The sword cultivator is heroic, but he is also a bit selfish and calculating in his actions, but for a moment he cannot tell what this person is thinking.
However, following Li Siqing's method is indeed the most labor-saving method, and it is also the safest method.
Everyone in Yixi comes here because of profit. If it can increase their chance of survival, no one will object.
So a group of people, led by Li Siqing, spread out and attacked the mountain. However, when Li Siqing went up the mountain, he intentionally or unintentionally approached Xu Huaigu's side, as if he wanted to show off in front of Zuo Qiuxun.
Although the war in the west attracted some ghosts, there were still many ghosts in the south. I don't know how long the ghost king had been saving up before he could attract so many lonely ghosts. It was really troublesome.
Soon, some black ghosts gradually appeared in the mountains, shuttling between the woods very quickly, and several wild cultivators over there had already begun to fight with the ghosts.
But now that we are near the foot of the mountain, the ghosts here are still just imps in the second and third realms. Those wild cultivators were all people who had experienced real fighting, and they would kill without mercy. Therefore, the speed of the group was only slowed down a bit, but it did not have much impact.
However, as we walked a little further up the mountain, the ghosts began to get denser. From a distance, we could see a huge black figure standing under a rock on the mountain. It was a ghost of the fifth realm entrenched among them.
The ghost was tall, with black air all over its body, and a ferocious face. When it saw a living person coming, it became even more ferocious. Without saying a word, it rushed forward with a black crowd of imps.
Li Siqing was naturally duty-bound to deal with those five realm ghosts. He drew his sword out of its sheath, first slashed out a line of sword energy, and wiped out a few imps. Then he told Xu Huaigu: "Fellow Daoist Xu, I will deal with that ghost in the fifth realm. Just stand here and don't move around." , protect Fellow Daoist Zuoqiu, I will come back to help you after I kill the ghost!" Xu Huaigu felt funny in his heart, but he did not show it on his face, but said solemnly: "I understand, Fellow Daoist Li, be careful too!" Li Siqing raised his sword and charged. Facing the ferocious ghost, he smiled arrogantly and said, "What's there to be careful about? It's just a dead person. I wasn't afraid of him when he was alive, let alone this dead person! I killed him with just a few sword strikes!" Suddenly the sword energy came out of its sheath. , all the surrounding imps were smashed to pieces by the vertical and horizontal sword energy, and only the ghosts from the fifth realm rushed forward to fight Li Siqing at close range.
Li Siqing relied on the sword energy surrounding him to create an open space between the dense ghosts, and concentrated on fighting the ghosts of the five realms.
The few wild cultivators over there saw that Li Siqing was only concentrating on dealing with the five realm ghosts and did not care about them at all, and they had long since lost hope in him.
But at this critical moment of life and death, they were led by another old wild cultivator from the Fifth Realm, and they also gathered into a small group. They stood together to deal with the ghosts, which stabilized the situation.
Xu Huaigu and Huang Shan also joined the battle. Every time Xu Huaigu used his sword, he could kill a kid, while Huang Shan used the magic fan. Just one fan, and a flame streaked across the ghosts, burning them to death.
Zuo Qiuxun did not draw his sword, but stood between Huang Shan and Xu Huaigu, quietly observing the battle and the killing power of Li Siqing and other wild cultivators.
From this point of view, as long as this situation is maintained, Xu Huaigu and his team should be sure of victory. But something unexpected happened suddenly.
A red shadow flashed through the woods around him and headed straight for the group of wild cultivators. The ghost shadow was like a sharp arrow, so fast that it was almost invisible.
Xu Huaigu quickly reminded the wild cultivators over there. Those wild cultivators also noticed the red shadow and knew that it must be another ghost with a higher level, so they did not dare to slack off.
However, the ghost's sneak attack was extremely fast, so the five-level wild cultivator had to quickly pull out, step forward, and use a defensive magic weapon to block the ghost.
But who knew that the ghost didn't go towards him at all, but just passed by him and stabbed a third-level wild cultivator.
The three-level wild cultivator suddenly spurted out a mouthful of blood, and fell to the ground as soon as his body went limp. When the old monk saw that he failed to block the ghost, he angrily hurriedly shot the ghost with a burst of spiritual energy, and then hit it with a magic weapon. The sneak attack of the red ghost gradually dissipated, and it was truly dead.
The red ghost that Kanshu La sneaked into was from the Fourth Realm, and it couldn't have much impact originally, but with his extremely fast movement, he managed to replace a monk from the Third Realm, causing them to lose one person.
Such an attack is tantamount to suicide, but this ghost is not afraid of death. This is the trouble. Xu Huaigu sighed silently in his heart, but he had no time to feel sad, so he quickly used his sword again to kill the ghost closest to him.
The man died, but the battle did not end there. When the group of wild cultivators saw that one of their companions had been killed, they all became red-eyed. They sacrificed magic weapons one by one, and then poured out their anger on the ghosts that rushed towards them.
After about one stick of incense, the number of seemingly inexhaustible ghosts finally decreased, leaving only three or three ghosts that still pounced on them, but they could no longer pose much of a threat.
At this time, Li Siqing had also used a set of Qingfeng Valley's superior swordsmanship to kill the fifth realm ghost in one fell swoop, escaped, and basically wiped out the surrounding ghosts with a few more swords.
Li Siqing frowned when he saw that a Third Realm wild cultivator was dead. Although I despise Ye Xiu, it is still a living human life after all. Moreover, in today's battle together, we can be regarded as people who have fought side by side. Seeing his death in my heart, I can't help but feel a bit sad.
The Fifth Realm cultivator looked sadly at the fallen body underneath. He saw the wild cultivator's eyes wide open in fear. Blood was pouring out from his chest. At this time, the blood had turned dark red and dyed the ground red. .
In normal times, there is a huge difference between the monks of the Third Realm and ordinary people, but looking at it like this, his death appearance is no different from ordinary people.
Could it be that only at death can the gap between monks and mortals be filled? Xu Huaigu felt a little chill in his heart.
Li Siqing looked at another Fifth Realm monk, sheathed his sword, and said comfortingly: "How about burying him on the spot? Let's not take anything from him. Since he likes it, let him be buried with him. Right." The old five-level monk shook his head and said, "You don't understand us wild cultivators. Some people say that the most selfish way of wild cultivators is during life, and the most generous after death. After we die as wild cultivators, we follow the rules. , just put the body here, let the eagles peck at it, let the wind blow and rain. Born in nature, return to nature, this is the way of wild cultivation." Huang Shan nodded fiercely at the side, thinking in his heart He secretly admired that this old monk was indeed very knowledgeable, and it was almost the same as what his master had said back then.
Li Siqing nodded thoughtfully and said: "I didn't expect Ye Xiu to have such a broad mind. It seems that my vision was narrow in the past. If I have offended you in the past, my fellow Taoist, please forgive me." The fifth realm monk said coldly. : "No, your Immortal family is still an Immortal family, and we wild cultivators naturally have our own way of survival. The gap between us has never changed since ancient times, and there is no need to change." Li Siqing was silent, wondering what this sentence meant. What's the meaning.
Although the two are in the same realm, Li Siqing grew up in the sect since childhood, while the old monk has been struggling in the world all his life. The gap in knowledge between the two is indeed huge. This is also the purpose of Li Siqing's trip down the mountain. .
If you want to explore the world of mortals, you must first enter the world of mortals. Xu Huaigu asked the old monk: "What should we do with the magic weapon and money on his body?" The old monk glanced at Xu Huaigu and said, "Of course, we wild cultivators will share it equally." Xu Huaigu nodded, not caring.
Zuo Qiuxun, on the other hand, was intrigued by this sentence and looked at Li Siqing from the corner of his eyes, wanting to see what decision he would make.
Li Siqing almost didn't think much, nodded and said: "It's what you said." Zuo Qiu It's useless. But this also reminds us that even if some of the ghosts are lured away to the west, we still can't take it lightly. But the next step should be very simple. The ghosts in the south should have been almost wiped out. We just need to take Just go down to that Taoist temple." After the old wild cultivator equally distributed the money of the deceased to each wild cultivator, he also set out on the road, but his steps were a little rough.
Xu Huaigu couldn't help but wonder, how many lives and deaths has Lao Yexiu seen in his life at this age?
No one told him the answer. Huang Shan should know, but Xu Huaigu didn't want to ask. While he was thinking about this matter, he saw a huge boulder suddenly appearing on the mountainside, with a building standing on it.
Only dilapidated beams can be seen on the roof, and not even a few tiles are left. That is the Taoist temple that declined for no reason over a hundred years ago - Huanglong Temple.
