The cold wind passed through the hall, dissipating all the temperature originally brought by the fire pit. The water in the room almost turned into ice. The blood and internal organs scattered on the ground had frozen into ice shards, reflecting a dull light at a glance.
Lin Du narrowed his eyes and spread his consciousness to the entire room, feeling the remaining demonic power.
The remaining spiritual power is not too great. The person living inside seems to be a mortal who has not yet entered the Taoist realm. It does not require much demonic power to easily hurt people.
However, villagers living in mountain villages usually stick talismans bought from the city on their doors to scare away the monsters that come down the mountain in winter. Normally, there will be a huge residual of monster power left on the doors and windows.
But the demonic power in this house only remains inside.
This is strange.
Lin Du frowned, looked at Yan Qing who followed him in, and shook his head slightly.
Yan Qing pondered for a moment, "It's really impossible to save it if it's broken into pieces like this."
Lin Du:......
She took a deep breath and said, "What I mean is, there is something wrong with the scene. There is something fishy."
As a disciple of the Supreme Sect, in addition to daily exercises such as training, physical skills, and heart sutras to increase strength, there are also various fragmentary knowledge of survival skills in the world of cultivation.
For example, detect demonic energy, determine demonic power and the characteristics of various demonic beasts.
"...This monster doesn't shed its hair." Lin Du walked around the room.
But the monsters in the north are already cold, and the hairless monsters should have hibernated long ago.
Yan Qing tentatively said, "Uncle Junior, what you are saying is that maybe this demon is from outside?"
Lin Du shook his head, held the compass in his hand, and walked to the open window, "I don't know."
"This house doesn't seem to have any magic charms to ward off monsters."
Yan Qing looked around for a while and said, "But that's not right. Every winter, the Supreme Sect will distribute free talismans with the pressure of high-level monks to the surrounding mountain villagers as a deterrent."
Usually with that magic talisman, at least the monsters inside the house would not dare to break in. They would only dare to harm the cattle and sheep outside the door.
There seemed to be footprints of monsters outside the window, but they were covered with light snow.
Lin Du clicked on the slightly scrawled window frame and suddenly saw the compass for detecting evil spirits turning.
"Yan Qing!"
Only a living demon would make this copper needle float so high.
The young man in green robe pressed his hand on the window sill and jumped out, followed closely by the tall young man carrying a black iron sword.
The two people were skimming low and fast on the snow. Yan Qing reached behind his back and pulled out the big knife as he ran.
The pointed tip of the suspended copper needle of the compass in Lin Du's hand pointed straight to the northwest.
The northwest is the edge of the village, close to the mountain.
The demon power remained for less than half an hour, perhaps not long after they received the order from the sect.
Lin Du was thinking rapidly in her mind. The disciple with the badge suddenly appeared in white light. She took off the badge and said, "Speak."
"Uncle Junior, the cow-eater is probably a golden tiger at the seventh level of enlightenment." Mo Lin's voice came out steadily.
The strength of the seventh level of the Wisdom Stage is basically equivalent to the Great Perfection state of mind of a person cultivating the piano, which is the state of Lin Du. However, the attack power of monsters is stronger, and the young master uncle is not good at fighting.
"If my uncle finds traces of a monster, be sure not to act rashly. I suspect that the monster went down the mountain to hunt that three-hundred-pound cow because it still had cubs to nurse."
Normally, a single golden tiger would not be able to eat such a heavy spiritual cow until only the skeleton is left.
It must be very difficult to anger a golden tiger with children.
"It's too late." Lin Du raised his eyes.
Mo Lin heard a short sentence in the howling of the wind. He was not sure what Lin Du was talking about, so he asked again, "Little uncle? What did you say?"
"I said, it's too late."
The compass in his hand kept trembling, indicating that the thing was close in front of him. Lin Du put the disciple's token into his arms, held out the floating fan with one hand, and used his spiritual power to wave it out.
The white spiritual light turned into an ice blade, and because of the extremely high speed, it made a sharp whistle in the wind, and then brushed against a thick tree trunk, bringing up a snowflake that was rolled up.
At this moment, both of them could clearly see what the thing covered with snow under the tree was.
A huge golden tiger, with a fierce and menacing light in its eyes, roared angrily, and the snow on the tree was shaken to the ground, causing the surrounding leaves to tremble slightly.
Lin Du used his spiritual power to seal his hearing in time. The roar of the monster golden tiger was offensive to the soul. Although the current state was not high and the damage was not great, it still had a strong impact.
Yan Qing was a step too late, his head was buzzing from the shock, and his hand that drew the knife was also a step too slow.
He shouted, "Uncle Junior! Let me go!!"
The tiger had already jumped out, its muscles tensed, and headed straight for Lindu.
"You come with a hammer." Lin Du swung his fan again, barely using the freezing frost to limit the speed of some tigers that jumped out of the air.
But that could only delay it for a few breaths, and soon the tiger swooped down covered in frost.
Lin Du narrowed his eyes. As expected, the monster was still rough-skinned and thick-flesh.
But soon she realized something was wrong, "Yan Qing! Shake people! This tiger demon is running rampant!!!"
She and Yan Ye have tried the floating fan these days, and there is no way anyone at the same level can't freeze.
Huge demonic power erupted from the tiger's body, and fine pieces of ice flew into the air, reflecting dazzling light in the snow light. There was only one possibility that the ice could not seal the tiger, or even break away quickly.
The tiger demon went berserk.
The fierce sword energy was placed in front of Lin Du, and then the dark green sword struck diagonally from bottom to top with momentum, forcing the tiger demon to take a few steps back.
Lin Du cursed, forgetting that they had all closed their hearing, and quickly retreated, picking up the disciple token.
Among the four new disciples, Lin Du has the highest cultivation level, and Yan Qing is still in the middle stage of Qin's state of mind.
She quickly called someone, then quickly jumped to the side and sent a spiritual message to Yan Qing, "Suppress it for a while. Hold it off for as long as you can. If you can't hold it back, retreat."
The person who had just been ambitious to fight the tiger was now forced to retreat by three consecutive dives and bites with fierce and demonic aura.
After Yan Qing listened to the voice transmission from his spiritual consciousness, Qing Juan's face became solemn, and he was still talking about reasoning, "If you're not Brother Tiger, why do you get violent when we meet? Don't you think about sitting down and having a good chat?"
"Just say what you want, right? Why use force?"
"We monks have less meat and more bones, so it's not delicious, Brother Tiger."
"It is said that the tiger is the supreme beast. What could make you so angry, Brother Tiger?"
As he spoke, the broadsword continued to block the fierce attacks of the tiger's claws in the air.
The sharp demonic power rubbed against the thick steel knife, splashing out sparks, and then the claws hit the surface of the knife hard. The claws glowed with golden light and had a texture close to steel, and the scraping made a harsh sound.
Yan Qing did not retreat and stood firmly on the spot. He raised his hand and his wide sleeves were slightly bulging. He held his broad knife horizontally and firmly resisted the tiger that was rushing towards him.
"Little uncle! I can hold on for seven more breaths at most!!!"
One person, one tiger, one horizontal sword upright, one forelimb erect, separated by the back of a black green sword, their eyes facing each other.
The tiger-like eyes carry a menacing intimidation, and the scholar's originally generous spirit does not give way at this moment.
"Brother Tiger, do you want to talk like this? That's okay."
Lin Du, who was quickly setting up the formation on the side, threw down the last spiritual stone. The closed folding fan stabbed the ground heavily. The spiritual energy quickly poured into the formation along the top of the fan. In the blink of an eye, an invisible spiritual light floated in the snow, forming a complicated wave. Formation pattern.
She raised her eyes and looked at the boy in the blue shirt who was trembling slightly because he couldn't support himself.
A calm and clear voice came into Yan Qing's consciousness, "Okay, don't worry and retreat."
Yan Qing's hand softened, and then he quickly retreated with the force of the tiger's attack on him, his feet digging two thick deep holes in the snow.
The white spiritual power buried shallowly in the snow suddenly rose up from the ground, swirling and flowing, forming a covered spiritual power cage, with the outer wall stuck just in front of Yan Qing's toes.
The tiger hit the spiritual power barrier hard and was heavily bounced back by the spiritual power of the formation. It howled and was thrown to the ground.
Yan Qing fell to the ground and turned his head to glance at his junior uncle who was still graceful.
"I just said that scholars should not hold a knife, but a fan."
