Summon the Big Boss

Chapter 279 I am the True Immortal of Mountains and Seas
Under the protection of Zhao Tianyang, Xie Miaoer fled all the way.

As the "remnants" of mountains and seas, they are now street rats, and everyone shouts and beats them.

The primordial spirit transformed by Zhao Tianyang's mad Buddha, as a poisonous thorn, pierced into the consciousness of Shanhai Zhenxian.

This of course caused his cultivation base to drop drastically.

Lost the strength comparable to that of the real beauty god.

But invisibly, he solved the 'trouble' for him, at least he has become 'normal' a lot.

It's just that he may have suffered too many 'strikes', and now he looks a little silly.

The only thing I really remember is following Xie Miaoer, taking good care of and protecting her.

As it got closer and closer, the rumored town where the True Immortals of Mountains and Seas haunted, the practitioners who originally chased and killed them became rarer, and it was no longer the same as before, like a flood.

When they really arrived in front of the town, the practitioners who had been following them all disappeared without a trace.

It seemed true, to be afraid.

"The Patriarch of Mountains and Seas... is really here?" Xie Miaoer had a complicated state of mind.

Zhao Tianyang is considered stupid. He has a high level of self-cultivation, but his IQ is low, and he can no longer think about problems.

But Xie Miaoer still remembers the feeling when she was pinched by the Immortal Mountain and Sea.

That made her feel fear and resistance.

If possible, she didn't want to come to Shanhai Zhenxian.

But... so many brothers and sisters of the same school, so many teachers and juniors, are now hiding in Tibet and suffering all kinds of torture.There are also many who were arrested by other cultivation sects and turned into living targets and cauldrons for cultivation, suffering unspeakably.

If the True Immortal Mountain and Sea can be found to preside over the overall situation, then everything will be reversed.

"Go! Let's go in!" Xie Miaoer greeted Zhao Tianyang, and then walked into the town first.

The town is very quiet.

There was no sign of a living person in sight.

This place seems to have been evacuated overnight.

There are still many traces of people's lives that have not disappeared and been sorted out.

It was as if there was a tyrannical force that forcibly interfered with time.

In addition to erasing the living people who had existed here, everything was fixed at a certain moment.

The only sound that can be heard is the tinkling of iron.

The monotonous voice echoed on the empty street and passed through the open houses, making the place even more dead silent.

Following the sound of iron striking, the two walked hurriedly.

At the end of the road, I saw a blacksmith shop and a neighboring tavern.

Two dilapidated and small buildings, but in this small empty town, are like two huge buildings, standing tall and straight with each other... swords drawn.

The eyes of the two first looked at the relatively open tavern. Standing outside, they could clearly see that there seemed to be guests in the tavern.

Just no shopkeeper or boss.

A half-old man with beards was drinking. The wine in the glass in his hand was as red as blood, and from time to time there were human faces struggling and roaring in his glass.

But the half-old man's eyes were staring into the distance, as if out of focus.

He turned a deaf ear to the roars in the wine glass.

He directly picked up the wine glass and drank down his throat.

Hearing the tragic roaring and struggling sounds, they gradually disappeared into the abdominal cavity along the half-old man's throat.

Xie Miaoer's eyelids trembled.

He recognized the old man, who was Gu Xingzi, the Yuanshen real person of Yuyadongtian.

An old guy who has lived for more than 3000 years, with vicious methods, with the soul of a monk, he refined the soul-transforming sail, and when the flag is unfurled, it can cover thousands of miles. If you are entangled by the blood mist under it, it will turn into pus in an instant Blood.

He also likes to make wine with the souls of living people. According to him...every sip can taste the soul.Experience the ups and downs of the world.

He is a demon living in the human world, with a vicious name, shocking the entire cave world.

These days, among the monks who hunted down the disciples of Shanhaidongtian and took advantage of this opportunity to kill, he was the most active and excessive.

On the side, there is another scholar with a jade Xiao in his hand.

This man's name is Yuyinzi, who used to be a Yuanshen monk of Xuanyue Dongtian. After Xuanyue Dongtian was shattered, in order to join Yunkong Dongtian, he personally cut off the head of his master Huanle Zhenren and gave it to Yunkong Dongtian. Immortal Huanle has a grudge against Immortal Baiyun.

Near some tables, there were scattered people sitting here and there, all of whom seemed to have some background... none of them had a cultivation level, and looked under the primordial spirit.

And most of them are well-known murderers and ruthless people, not good people.

These people did not talk to each other, nor did they make eye contact, as if they really didn't know each other.

It's just that faint mutual resistance, hatred, and defensive momentum, but inexplicably glued together, resisting and testing someone in the nearby blacksmith shop.

Ding Ding Ding!
The sound of iron striking was still crisp.

Xie Miaoer supported Zhao Tianyang, the two of them were covered in blood, and they walked over in a state of embarrassment, but they didn't seem to attract anyone's attention, as if their current image was really ordinary and nothing special.

Xie Miaoer looked at the blacksmith wielding the heavy hammer, and wanted to combine this person with the Immortal Mountain and Sea in his impression.

But... there is no resemblance.

Whether it is appearance or temperament, there is a world of difference.

The former Mountain and Sea Immortal looked as lofty and unfathomable as that day.

Like the earth, thick and deeply hidden.

And the blacksmith in front of him...he really looks like an ordinary person, without the slightest foundation in cultivation, he can see through it at a glance.

However, if under this special atmosphere, there is another person who might be the True Immortal of Mountains and Seas...then it must be this blacksmith.

"Patriarch!" Xie Miaoer called out cautiously.There are too many complexities in her heart, but she can never say it.

So when it came to the mouth, it all became such an understatement.

The blacksmith did not look at her.

It seems that the piece of iron that is being beaten in the hand has endless charm.

Glancing at Zhao Tianyang beside him, Xie Miaoer whispered, "Why don't you go help?"

Having said that, it actually means something else.

This is a good opportunity to test your attitude.

Zhao Tianyang broke into the blacksmith's shop stupidly, looked around, and under Xie Miaoer's hint, he seemed to want to pick up a basket of charcoal and throw it into the stove.

Pfft... The movement was too big, the wound on his leg burst open, and several black bloody arrows shot out.

The blacksmith raised his eyelids and looked at it, and then said casually to Zhao Tianyang: "Based on your physical condition, ordinary wounds have already healed on their own. The reason for not healing is that there is something in your body that prevents the body from repairing itself. toxin."

"Be patient!"

After finishing speaking, with a casual move, a dagger flew out from the corner of the wall and landed in the blacksmith's palm.

The blacksmith put the knife on the fire, roasted it, and after it turned red, he didn't choose a place, directly cut open the trousers on Zhao Tianyang's thigh, and then stabbed the knife into his thigh.

"Ah!" Zhao Tianyang let out a scream.

Although stupid... But it's not that I don't know the pain.

"Don't patronize shouting, practice your skills...let your body move, completely activate and mobilize the toxins, this kind of poison likes heat, and prefers to eat high-quality skills...I am now using my skills to catch your body poison, and then I will pull it out for you..." said the blacksmith.

After a period of very horrible treatment, Zhao Tianyang's face turned paler than paper.

The largest pool of poisonous blood on the ground exudes a foul smell, and there are several pieces of poisonous meat that are as long as chopsticks and thick as fingers.These poisonous flesh, as if they had vitality, wriggled on the ground like poisonous insects.

The blacksmith took them with torches and threw them all into the furnace.

It's very strange... An ordinary forging furnace, with a temperature of only a few hundred or nearly a thousand degrees, can easily burn off the toxin that can be called extremely poisonous in the practice world.

Looking at Zhao Tianyang's leg, the problem is no longer serious. With Zhao Tianyang's physical fitness, he will be able to recover most of it in a short time.

"It seems that you really can't do it!"

"It's such a troublesome little injury." In the tavern looking across the window, a real person named Kuzhu real person said.

The rest of the people still didn't speak, as if they still didn't exist.

Lin Xi ignored him, but said to Zhao Tianyang: "You kid has become stupid, but your physical fitness is not bad, the injury is healed... also do some exercise."

After finishing speaking, he put the iron bar that could barely be called a sword shape in his hand into the cold water.

With a puff, thick white smoke came out.

Wrap the hilt of the sword casually with a strip of cloth, and then hand the sword into Zhao Tianyang's hands.

"Go! Teach him how to speak." The blacksmith ordered Zhao Tianyang.

Zhao Tianyang was still a little dazed.

Xie Miaoer, who had already walked into the blacksmith shop, pushed Zhao Tianyang, and then whispered something in his ear.

Everyone heard what she said.

In front of a group of Yuanshen real people, the sound transmission of Zhenyuan is still unreliable and may be eavesdropped, let alone... just a mere whisper?

Zhao Tianyang looked dazed, holding a rough iron bar that could barely be called a sword, and walked towards Master Kuzhu step by step.

Master Kuzhu had a sneer on his face.

If the blacksmith did it himself, he would definitely get nervous.

But... such a small thing?

He wasn't even interested in doing it.

But the next moment, his smile... could not continue to spread and enlarge.

Because his forehead, together with Yuanshen, had been pierced by a sword at the same time.

"When?"

"How is it possible?" All the real souls were astonished.

This little cultivator, who seems to be at most at the golden core stage, is not yet able to use his brain... How did he make this move when everyone didn't realize it?
Moreover, with his ability, how did he break the defense of Master Kuzhu?

Not to mention the magic weapon carried by the bitter bamboo real person, which has a spontaneous defense effect when encountering danger.Just the flesh body that Master Kuzhu painstakingly polished for more than 1000 years... shouldn't be a golden core monk who can stab open with a broken iron piece.

"Could it be...he did it?" Everyone looked at the blacksmith, feeling even more unfathomable, and a chill rushed from the soles of their feet to their foreheads.

　Goodnight everybody!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)