It is an evil cultivator in the Nascent Soul realm.
The mangrove courtyard was shrouded in the formation, and its traces were deliberately hidden. People at high altitudes did not notice that the formation hid Kongzhao Mountain very well. In the spiritual consciousness, it was just an ordinary mountain.
However, this person seemed to have identified Kongzhao Mountain, and the pressure of his spiritual consciousness became even stronger. He opened his backhand, and the blood-colored spiritual power condensed in the palm of his hand. It burst into light with electricity. The sky turned dark for an instant. The next moment, countless blood crows gathered around him. .
As soon as he turned his spell, the blood crow rushed towards Kongzhao Mountain. This blood crow was the dead crow on the side of Ming Mountain. Wherever it passed, not a blade of grass grew, and the soil rotted away. It would not recover for three thousand years.
The mountain in Blood Crow was only three feet long. Countless black vines grew unexpectedly in the lush forest, and all the Blood Crows were instantly entangled.
Xie Xiu was startled and shouted, "Ghost Crying Vine."
"If you want to visit, please come to the door with a greeting card and be swept away by blood crows. It is really rude." A calm voice came from the sky.
As the voice fell, the ghost-weeping vines slowly let go of the blood crow. The blood crow fluttered out in panic, and the blood feathers fell off piece by piece. When they gathered in front of the evil cultivator again, the blood crow was already bald and had no deterrent effect.
"Please come back."
The evil cultivator was angry, waved his sleeves, and the pressure surged. The gathered blood crows instantly collapsed, and the blood mixed with flesh and feathers fell downwards, but they were crushed into dust in mid-air.
"Who are you? How dare you stop me!" the evil cultivator said angrily. As he spoke, blood burst out all over his body. When the spell was turned, the bloody handprint collapsed directly to the top of the mountain. However, as soon as the magic spell fell into the air, it was struck by a sword. Light blocking.
The evil cultivator was even more shocked. The sword light came from outside the mountain. When he raised his eyes, he saw dozens of Nascent Soul cultivators flying out not far away. All of them had bad expressions on their faces. Some fled away directly, and some saw him. There was a hint of excitement, and then he heard a sentence, "Where did the evil cultivator come from? He has been imprisoned for so long, so he just killed the evil cultivator to disperse his anger."
As he spoke, the sword light spun in the air and came straight towards the evil cultivator.
The evil cultivator took a breath of cold air. He turned around and ran away regardless of Kongzhao Mountain. However, many Nascent Soul cultivators followed him. As for the outcome, it only depends on his luck.
"If you don't go too far, you'll throw them all out on the hill next door." A Yuan suddenly appeared in the small courtyard. Zhao Ning looked away from the evil cultivator who was far away and said with a smile, "It was just the right time to release them."
A Yuan smiled brilliantly, turned around and flew into the sea of Yuelang Flowers, following the previous spell to gather the spirit of Yuelang Flowers again. Soon, a pure and beautiful Yuelang Flower was condensed from the light spots in Tianyuan Zhongyu's bottle. A Yuan was extremely satisfied. He took a gentle sniff and felt refreshed. But when he lowered his head and looked down, he saw that the sea of Yellow Flowers was gradually receding like waves at low tide, and it did not look like the colorful flowers just now.
She smiled apologetically at Zhao Ning, who shook his head indifferently.
Until the last point of light poured in, A Yuan paused, and everything three miles in the air was frozen. It turned out that a drop of blood came along the starlight, which only made A Yuan very unhappy.
She disappeared in one step. Zhao Ning glanced back at the direction she was going. After a moment of silence, she followed A Yuan.
Halfway up the mountain, a foundation-building cultivator who was covered in scars and in extreme embarrassment was half-hanging on the edge of the tiankeng. It was probably because the evil cultivator struggled to leave after the evil cultivator left, but he still fainted due to lack of strength.
Zhao Ning followed A Yuan. The wind in the mountains was blowing the fallen leaves and the branches of the shrubs were rustling. She just walked on them without using any magic power. The snapping sound gave her a strange "healing" feeling for a moment.
But it was probably the sound of footsteps that caused the unconscious Foundation Establishment monk to wake up slightly and raise half of his head with difficulty. His vision was hazy due to blood around his eyes and weakness, but he still saw a figure slowly walking towards him.
He stretched out his hand, which was his last cry on the verge of death, "Save...me..."
As he said that, his arm, which could not be raised more than half a foot, hit the ground again, and his head also hit the ground. This time, he really fainted.
"What a pitiful boy." A Yuan pondered, "Looking at his firm mind and extraordinary strength, how could he attract the Yuanying monks to chase him." Thinking about it this way, the little blood that was almost mixed into the Yuelang Flower didn't count. what.
"Looks like he's a beginner in the ancient way, and his skills are extraordinary. He might be a seed candidate." A Yuan said to Zhao Ning, "Zhao Ning, why don't we save him?"
"Spiritual Master is free to do as he pleases."
A Yuan thought for a moment, stretched out his hand, and the Tianyuan Zhongyu vase appeared. A blue silver moon flower that had just been condensed was taken out, and he waved it gently over the foundation-building monk. The blue silver moon flower turned into a point of light and fell on it again. above the monk and merged into his body.
Visible to the naked eye, those wounds and blood poison began to recover.
Even if the monk fainted, he still maintained a alert posture. Even if he had just recovered a little bit of consciousness, he struggled to open his eyes. In the blurred vision, there were single figures and double figures.
"Who is it! Who are you!" He murmured.
Looking into his eyes, A Yuan seemed to see his bloody memory.
Born into a small and run-down family in Bianzhou, he was despised by his family and bullied by his tribe because of his five spiritual roots.
Occasionally, he met the fate of immortals and inherited the ancient Dafa. He became a blockbuster. After three years of building the foundation, he became the young master of the family. All the clan members who had bullied him were punished.
Many years later, when he entered the great sect of Bianzhou, he was very energetic, but he was hated by others. He tampered with the choice of his master and became an evil cultivator hiding in the great sect. In fact, he became an object of blood sacrifice.
The Dantian was destroyed, and he slept for ten years. He was reborn with the help of martial arts, and the evil cultivator was eliminated in one day.
But he didn't expect that this evil cultivator had a great background. He was the only son of the old red devil from Hongyu Mountain outside Mingshan Mountain.
He hid well, but the old red devil couldn't find him. He was so angry that he slaughtered his entire family. Finally, he was forced to show up, broke the golden elixir, and his cultivation level fell to the ground. So what happened to him from Bianzhou to Kunxu's escape.
A Yuan looked a little frightened, took half a step back and landed next to Zhao Ning. She looked at Zhao Ning, but Zhao Ning was calm and seemed not to read the content.
A Yuan murmured, "Disasters accompany us, and we will survive a narrow escape. This person... this person... could he be the next variable?"
Zhao Ning did not answer him, but waved his hand, and the monk disappeared from the spot, and reappeared on the main road dozens of miles away from Kongzhao Mountain.
"What is this for?"
Zhao Ning said, "Even if there are variables, we can't miss the Kyushu Competition."
A Yuan suddenly smiled and looked towards the main road. At that moment, a group of people came out of an ancient cave ruins, less than half a mile away from that person.
"Although this Relic Mansion is not dangerous, the formations are strange, which will give us a lot of trouble. Thanks to fellow Daoist Xiao who is good at this." The traveler smiled and bowed to the side. A man and a woman walked beside him. Zhao Ning had a few They had the impression that it was Qi Yun'er and Xiao Jiang.
"Fellow Taoist, I've given you too much praise. If not for everyone's concerted efforts, this formation wouldn't have been possible with just my theory." Xiao Jiang smiled.
"Haha, it's not a loss, at least we gained a lot..." The fellow traveler paused, and the group saw a monk lying on the ground in front of him, dying.
Qi Yun'er stepped forward, turned over the man, looked at his appearance, and was surprised, "Fellow Taoist Ke Ji!"
The group of people looked at his miserable condition and looked around subconsciously. They did not perceive a threat, but they were still afraid.
Xiao Jiang said, "Quickly, take him back to Fangshi."
After everyone left, the figures of Zhao Ning and A Yuan appeared in the air, looking at the direction in which everyone was leaving.
A Yuan smiled and said, "Zhao Ning, guess what, if it weren't for us and this kid was found by the evil cultivator, would they be another life gifted by heaven at the time of life and death?"
They appeared at just the right time. The four golden elixir peaks were both chivalrous and acquaintances. Even if Nascent Soul was oppressing them, they would still take action.
"The way of heaven is hard to see." Zhao Ning said slowly.
A Yuan had a brilliant idea.
"Tiangong is looking for seeds, but Jiuzhou only thinks that it is the destiny given by Tiangong. They don't know the depth of the mission, let alone the difficulty of the road ahead. The required character is hard to find in the world, and it is hard to predict in big competitions. How many people in the world can endure like this little friend? ." She looked at Zhao Ning, "How about integrating into it and getting in touch with it? How about we just join the world to practice and walk the path of an ordinary monk again."
Zhao Ning lowered her eyes, remained silent for a moment, and saluted A Yuan, "You should go with the Spiritual Lord."
A Yuan smiled, and the two of them flew to the ground. The breeze carried the fallen leaves in a circle around them. The appearance of the two of them changed. Their cultivation was in the late stage of foundation building, and their robes also lost their aura. They were just ordinary Kunxu casual cultivators.
A Yuan Zhao Ning bowed and said, "My concubine, A Yuan, of the Liu family, came from Lingwen Mountain to build a foundation and practice casually."
Zhao Ning imitated the ceremony and said, "Lin Zhao, Bianzhou sword cultivator."
Guiyuan City was crowded with people. Even the Jiuzhou Chamber of Commerce was not as lively as that.
Zhao Ning and A Yuan were walking among the crowd. A Yuan smiled and said, "Zhao Zhao, I have been in seclusion for too long. I haven't visited the market for a long time. Would you like to take a walk with me?"
"Okay." "Lin Zhao" became more cheerful, "I heard that Caiyufang in Xishi sells the most popular robes nowadays."
"Then let's go over there first." A Yuan took Zhao Ning to the West Market, but not long after walking, the crowd blocked him and he couldn't walk anymore.
A Yuan glanced ahead. There were so many people and it was hard to see what was going on. "Lin Zhao" stepped forward, and the sword repairman's sharp momentum suddenly separated a path.
A Yuan and Zhao Ning approached, only to find that a half-demon was holding the elixir seller’s boss and making comments.
"You deceived me with three Fengyi grasses and only gave me a beauty pill. Do you think I am a fool or that I have no nose and can't smell that the pill is actually of poor quality?"
The half-demon's appearance is no different from that of ordinary cultivators. The only characteristic of the demon clan is that she has a long tail on her back. Even though she is half-covered by her dress, the tip of the tail is still exposed. It has short hair and is orange. The cat-like tail was wagging angrily from side to side.
The boss was a middle-aged male cultivator whose cultivation was only in the middle stage of Foundation Establishment. He glanced at the half-demon and saw that she was not in the early stage of Foundation Establishment. He sneered, turned his hand and shook the half-demon away.
"What are you talking about? The elixirs refined by Xu Sanjin are of inferior quality. If they are really inferior, then there is something wrong with your Fengyi grass." When the time comes, why do so many impurities come out and the heat always needs to be adjusted? It turns out there is something wrong with your stuff."
"You fart!" the half-demon said excitedly, "I collected the Fengyi grass from Binhai. The elixir there is one of the best. You actually said that I used the bad to pass off the good. You, you..."
The half-demon said, almost out of breath, and the hair on his temples seemed to explode.
The boss snorted, "Binhaiyuan, you are a half-demon. It is a great gift to let you enter Kunxu. You still want to go to Binhaiyuan. What a joke."
Among the cultivators who stopped around because of the noise, some were very dissatisfied with the boss's conclusion but did not mention it because they were afraid of the boss's foundation building. Noisy didn't want to get involved.
"Okay, I don't bother to argue with you, a low-level half-demon. If you don't accept it, I'll give you a few seeds of the Huanyan Flower. You can grow the Huanyan Flower yourself and make the elixir yourself."
Then he took out three almost dry seeds from the spirit bag and handed them to the half-demon. The half-demon stared at the seeds and felt insulted, "You, you..."
There were a few words of "you" again, but when he spoke, his face suddenly showed red light, one by one, and in an instant, a strong evil spirit filled the air.
The stall owner was shocked, but also disdainful. This was the human race's Cultivation Market.
"I asked why I wanted to buy the Beauty Pill. It turns out it was disfigured. That's all, how about I give you a hundred-year-old beauty flower?"
"Who wants your broken flower!" The half-demon was furious and rushed to catch him, but someone grabbed his hand halfway. She turned around and saw a female cultivator with an ordinary appearance and a gentle temperament. "Fellow Taoist, don't be anxious."
A Yuan smiled at the boss and said, "Stall owner, can you take a look at the beauty pill?"
The stall owner stared at her, feeling a hint of threat from her cultivation, but if he took out the Beauty Pill, it would be a slap in his face.
"Zhu Yan Dan has been sold out." The stall owner said bluntly.
"Oh, that's it." A Yuan frowned and turned to look at "Lin Zhao".
"Lin Zhao" smiled at the stall owner and said, "Why are they sold out? Isn't there a pill bottle exposed on the stall owner's waist?"
The stall owner was startled. When he looked down, he saw that the spirit bag was intact. He realized that he had been deceived. He raised his head angrily and suddenly found a wind blade across his neck.
He froze, "You, what do you want to do? This is Guiyuan City, and there are silver-armored patrol teams from all the major sects and the Loose Cultivator Alliance. You can't hurt me!"
"I didn't hurt you." "Lin Zhao" said strangely, "Isn't this because the stall owner thinks his jaw is hard enough and wants to sharpen it?"
"Pfft." The half-demon couldn't help laughing.
Most of the cultivators passing by just watched the conflict in the foundation-building realm, and some even looked at the end of the road from time to time to see if there was a patrol team coming. However, they seemed to be unlucky. After arguing for so long, no patrol team came.
Forced by the threat, the stall owner could only hand the spirit bag to A Yuan honestly.
A Yuan handed it to the half-demon. The half-demon took a look at it and saw that there were a lot of pills inside. She took out the Zhuyan Pill bottle and saw in the stall owner's eyes that she thought she was going to take the whole bottle away, but the half-demon couldn't knock it over. He took out one pill and smelled it. It was indeed a normal beauty pill. He stuffed the others back and threw them on the stall owner. The stall owner continued stiffly, fearing that the wind blade against his neck would really scratch his chin.
"I only want what I need, and I won't covet what you have." The half-demon snorted, then thanked A Yuan and Zhao Ning, "Thank you two masters for your help. I've got what I deserve."
A Yuan smiled and said, "It's just a small matter. We are destined to meet each other. Are you here to attend the Kunxu Conference?"
A Yuan scratched his head and said "yes" with a shy smile.
"It just so happens that we are too, let's go for a walk together."
The half-demon seemed to be easy to make friends with, so he smiled and nodded.
The few people spoke without caring about the stall owner next to them. It was not until the three of them were about to leave that the wind blade dissipated. The stall owner's body was in a pool. Although it was not a journey to hell, his back was soaked with cold sweat.
The half-demon's name is Xun Jin. He was born in the mountains of Yanzhou, and later traveled around Jiuzhou when he grew up.
