I trained my sister to the eighth level of boxing

Chapter 1861: The Arctic Immortal Waits for the Opportunity

"Even if he faces a martial god-level expert, as long as the luck is sucked out of him, he will be nothing more than a loser."

The North Pole Immortal smiled grimly and waved his snake staff at the people hiding behind the tombstones. Rays of light appeared on these people and automatically flowed into the mouth of the snake staff. In the blink of an eye, these people became shriveled and old. They struggled and groaned a few times, then fell to the ground and died. They were all very strong men, but now their bodies were like old men who had run out of energy, with skinny bones and wrinkled skin. A large amount of evil spirit emanated from their bodies.

"Uh." Lu Ziqing frowned. These people were holding shovels in their hands. They looked like grave robbers hired to dig graves. One could only say that they were very unlucky.

Then the people of Tianshamen assigned tasks on the spot, and Lu Ziqing also almost figured out their deployment. The people of Tianshamen were mainly responsible for the formation, while the Joy God Cult had a clear target, which was the Lu Mansion and Li Wan'er. Now the people of the Joy God Cult were hiding in the city, waiting to take advantage of the chaos and massacre the Lu Mansion. The biggest opponent they identified was Lu Zishu. And tonight, the sun and moon were not shining, which was the best time to kidnap Li Wan'er.

Lu Ziqing sneered in his heart. Wouldn't it be that in a little while, the people of the Joy God Cult would kidnap Li Wan'er, who was possessed by the Nanji Xianweng? What kind of concept is it that the Tianzun is possessed? Tonight is the death of the Joy God Cult.

The Tianshamen had already deployed almost everything, but they didn't expect that Julu Mansion was too joyful during the New Year! Now Julu Mansion was a sea of ​​joy, and the little bit of evil spirit they spread in advance could not be suppressed at all. So they needed to strengthen the evil spirit in the city and let a large number of evil stars enter directly. Young Master Jin asked the Jade-faced Fox to find help, just to let the local monsters of Julu Mansion be the evil stars.

However, if the evil star enters the scene, he will definitely be discovered by the powerful military force of Julu Prefecture, and it will cause serious chaos, leading to a direct confrontation between the evil star and the masters of the martial arts world.

Of course, the greater the risk, the greater the reward. As long as they can drain the masters they meet, the evil stars will definitely gain more cultivation. Even if they run into a martial god, they are not afraid. They can just drain the opponent's cultivation. Once the martial god's luck is drained, he will become stupid and dumb, and will keep getting into trouble, and then his cultivation will be sucked away at will.

Lu Ziqing had heard enough and urged, "Then what are we waiting for? Let's get started. I can't wait to have the New Year's Eve dinner!"

He really hasn't had the New Year's Eve dinner yet, he's been too busy. Quickly solve these troubles and go home to eat dumplings.

Young Master Jin and the nine-tailed foxes opened four lotus doors respectively and sent Lu Ziqing and others to different strongholds in the city.

The three nine-tailed foxes also escaped into the Lotus Gate, intending to absorb more blessings and cultivation as evil stars. Only Young Master Jin closed the Lotus Gate and did not go in. Then he and Beiji Xianmeng laughed together: "These monsters in Julu Mansion are really stupid!"

"Let them eat first and stir up chaos in the city." Beijixian Meng grinned, "After they have eaten their fill, we will kill the pigs. Anyway, once the cauldron is formed, the good fortune inside will not escape, and it will all be ours." As he said this, he sent a colorful python to Young Master Jin. This python actually had wings, and it hissed and landed on Young Master Jin, completely unlike the stiff snake that was just given to Lu Ziqing and the others.

"Then Master, I will go to the Lu Mansion to take revenge now." Young Master Jin had a sinister look on his face, raised a beam of white light, and went to the city.

Beiji Xian Meng started to activate the Tiansha Wuyao Formation. The cemetery where he was was the starting point of the entire formation, which could safely and comfortably absorb the fortune of the entire Julu Mansion. However, Beiji Xian Meng only tried it once, then shook his head and cursed. The atmosphere in Julu Mansion was too damn joyful. The evil spirit was not enough to suppress the joy, and the formation could not be activated!

"Why don't we just go to the temple fair and do it?" A group of Tianshamen disciples wearing ghost masks became annoyed. How could these damn common people from Julu Prefecture be so happy during the New Year when they were singing and setting off firecrackers?
"It's not time yet." Beiji Xian Meng snorted coldly, "Just wait a moment, until the evil spirit in the city slowly rises, and it will be done."

At this time, a figure riding a big bat fluttered to the edge of the cemetery, looked at them from a distance, and immediately turned around and ran away.

"Catch him! They are the disciples of Qiong Yao Sect!" Several people from Tiansha Sect immediately got together and chased after them on bats. Suddenly, the sound of a crossbow was heard in the forest. In an instant, the masters of Tiansha Sect who were chasing after them were torn into pieces along with the bats.

A Tiansha Sect disciple fell to the ground and luckily survived, only breaking an arm. He looked at the demon bat that had been shot to pieces in shock. How could this crossbow arrow have such great power? With his cultivation level, even if he was hit by a crossbow arrow, the crossbow arrow would at most only pierce his body, but the crossbow arrow in front of him would shoot a hole in his body and tear off a piece of flesh. If he was hit by several such crossbow arrows at the same time, he would be torn to pieces directly, and no protective qi could stop it.

The Tiansha disciple immediately armed himself with evil spirits, and his body continued to expand, turning into a monster with a bat upper body and wings. His previously broken arm also grew back instantly, but the figure rushing out of the forest made him despair. Is this an army of thousands of people?

He had already sent out an ultrasonic warning, but received no response, as if the sound waves were sucked away. Then dozens of crossbow arrows shot at him, shattering him into pieces before he could escape.

The Qiong Yao sect disciple who had come to lure the enemy at the beginning flew over silently on a bat, stretched out his hand, and took away several sound-absorbing shells on the ground. The soldiers in the forest did not talk at all, and their figures sank into the ground, just like diving into water, and all disappeared into the ground.

Beiji Xianmeng and a dozen of his disciples were waiting for the disciples who had gone out to hunt down the demon to come back, but they were annoyed to find that the sound of opera was getting closer and closer. Four big men in black were carrying a coffin, playing music, and there was a woman in white, wearing mourning clothes, holding a mourning stick, singing a strange song: "Little Erlang, carrying a schoolbag to school, not afraid of the sun, nor the wind and rain..."

The people of Tianshamen all stared with wide eyes. What the hell is going on? They are burying someone on New Year's Eve, and they are singing such a happy ballad? Is this the son who died or the father who died? Why are you guys so happy at the funeral? Besides, isn't this a school?