The elder in charge of the outer sect was originally closing his eyes and meditating. At a certain moment, he suddenly opened his eyes and his expression changed drastically.
Before he had time to think, his figure disappeared on the spot in an instant. The next moment, dense bone claws, peerless sword light, and fierce curse seals all struck at the location where he was just now.
Amidst the earth-shaking loud noise, a huge deep pit was blasted out of the pure white sand.
The elder in charge stood in the air, surrounded by the flowing river of spiritual power. His pupils were constricted, his face was as dark as water, and he was staring straight ahead.
In mid-air, three figures slowly appeared. One of them looked at the elder in charge up and down, and said with a sneer: "You can actually avoid it, you are worthy of being a Taichuguan person."
Looking at the other people one by one, the elder in charge looked extremely ugly. He was in the late stage of returning to the void, but he had to face the late stage of returning to the void, the middle stage of returning to the void, and the early stage of returning to the void.
Maybe more.
Further away, several more figures appeared. They were all at the Divine Transformation Stage or Nascent Soul Stage. Although they were not worth mentioning in the face of Return to the Void, together they were a force that could not be underestimated.
The elder in charge took a deep breath, forced himself to calm down, and said: "What a big battle! I wonder if you are here to cause trouble for me, or are you here to cause trouble for me?"
As he spoke, he secretly cast spells to seek help from Taichu Guan.
However, he immediately realized that all the tactics he had sent out for help fell into the sea, as if they had been swallowed up by something.
The color drained from the face of the elder in charge.
Seeing the change in the face of the elder in charge, the man opposite seemed to have expected it, and said with a complacency and sarcasm: "You don't have to worry, we are just here to borrow a few people, and we are not interested in your life. We will borrow them later." Sir, I will leave soon. When the time comes, it won’t be too late for you to slowly contact your sect.”
The elder in charge narrowed his eyes: "Who can I borrow?"
The man smiled, and the moment he spoke, his expression suddenly turned cold and stern.
"Do it!"
With an order, he and the other two men instantly surrounded the elder in charge.
At the same time, the gods and Yuanying monks sacrificed their magic weapons and scattered in all directions.
The elder in charge was anxious and wanted to stop the monks, but was firmly trapped by the three returning monks.
Perhaps they were afraid that if they were pushed too hard, they would die together, or perhaps they were unwilling to form a deadly feud with Taichu Guan, the three monks who returned to the void only focused on holding back the elder in charge, and did not dare to use the killing move.
The elder in charge tried his best but could not break through the three people's joint siege. In anxiety, he shouted: "Yu Xian!"
No one responded.
The elder in charge glanced at the place where the woman who had slept for half a month was lying, and saw that no one was there.
Seeing this, the elder in charge couldn't help but let out a slight sigh of relief.
…
Huo Xiumao is using a little magic to make two young children happy.
Among the direct disciples, he has a low cultivation level, a young age, and a short time of entry, so he is only allowed to take care of two young children and has no other burdens.
A seedling grew out of the lake. It looked green and pleasant, and it grew into a mature plant in a blink of an eye.
The two young children watched intently and exclaimed "Wow".
"Here, take a look."
Huo Xiumao pointed his finger, and a tender yellow bud formed on the top of the plant. Then, the bud bloomed and turned into a beautiful flower.
"Wow! Brother Huo, you are so awesome!"
The two children clapped their little hands together, and one of the girls stretched out her hand to touch the flower. The moment her fingertips touched the petals, the whole plant regained its spiritual energy and dissipated.
Looking at the specks of dust floating around, the two children's eyes widened and they exclaimed: "It's gone!"
Huo Xiumao guided him dutifully and in a timely manner: "When you develop your skills and learn this spell, you will be able to see it again."
The two children nodded like chickens pecking at rice: "Yeah! We must practice seriously!"
Huo Xiumao touched their heads: "We will go back to the sect tomorrow. Are you having fun during this time?"
"happy!"
The two children said in unison.
"Just be happy." Huo Xiumao said with a smile, then looked away and murmured in a low voice: "My contribution points are now settled..."
"Brother Huo, what are you talking about?"
"Ahem, it's nothing. Come on, let's go ashore first. Don't you like to play in the sand?"
"good!"
Huo Xiumao held the two young children and was about to start when he suddenly heard a burst of rhythmic applause of "pa, pa, pa".
He followed the sound and saw a strange monk standing not far away, who was looking at him with admiration.
"With such a level of cultivation, you can have such exquisite control over spiritual power, and your understanding is really not bad. As expected, all of the direct disciples of Taichu Guan are talented and beautiful."
Huo Xiumao frowned slightly and looked at the other party with a hint of suspicion and vigilance: "You are not from this sect."
"of course not."
The other party turned his eyes to the two young children and said, "I cherish my talents. If you give those two children to me, I will spare your life."
Hearing this, Huo Xiumao's expression changed. He looked directly at the other party coldly and held the young child's hand tightly.
"I reject."
He said without hesitation, secretly using all his spiritual power.
"Oh, then you die."
The man flicked his sleeves and robe, as if he was just brushing away the dust on his clothes.
Huo Xiumao instantly felt that his heart was being clenched tightly.
He finally knew what kind of cultivation the other party had
Become a god.
Foundation building is to the transformation of gods, which is what dust is to the universe.
The light in Huo Xiumao's eyes dimmed.
Between life and death, he seemed to hear another old sigh.
"Sigh... How can you encounter such a thing with your level of cultivation..."
He sighed, and the invisible hand that almost crushed his heart suddenly let go.
Huo Xiumao's knees collapsed and he knelt heavily on the lake. He was gasping for air and couldn't help but retching, but his eyes were shining again.
Seeing his embarrassment, the man opposite was stunned: "How is that possible?"
Before he finished speaking, a roar suddenly came from the horizon:
"You bastard, you disturbed my sweet dreams, go to hell!"
When the first word of this voice came, it was far away, and by the time the last word fell, it was like thunder exploding in the ears.
The violent thunder light arrived in the blink of an eye, and a heavy, long-handled giant ax fell from the sky with thousands of thunderbolts, and struck down hard towards the cultivator of the Transformation God!
The cultivator's eyes trembled sharply, and he immediately cast his magic spell in an attempt to avoid this fierce and ferocious axe. But he never expected that the rushing thunder and lightning snakes would block all his escape routes.
In panic and helplessness, he hurriedly took out several high-level magic weapons and blocked them above his head.
There are upper, middle and lower grade earth weapons, as well as his most precious low-grade heavenly weapon.
It couldn't stop the giant ax even one bit.
After all his magic weapons were split in half, his body was smoothly separated amid lightning and thunder.
