Immortal Mansion Royal Beast

Chapter 108
The snake-faced monk was breathing more and more quickly, and he suddenly thought of something, so he roared loudly:

"Flying camel ray, a bear beast comparable to foundation-building combat power, and such a large number of poisonous bees, and you, a monk who is only in the middle of Qi training, are you a disciple of Yushoushan?"

Hearing the snake-faced cultivator's inquiry, Fang Qingyuan didn't bother to answer him a word, and had fought until now, saying these things was meaningless.

From the beginning to the end, Fang Qingyuan was very calm. He didn't say a word, and maintained a stable state. This response made the other party finally lose his composure.

Seeing that Fang Qingyuan didn't answer, the snake-faced monk said again:
"Fellow Daoist, this is a misunderstanding, we are willing to compensate, and please stop, Fellow Daoist."

Regarding this, Fang Qingyuan remained indifferent. Since he chose to fight, he realized that he had to put his own life on the line. Seeing that he had lost the advantage, he began to beg for mercy. If it was him who begged for mercy, would the other party stop?
The snake-faced monk felt that his mind was becoming more and more dizzy. He understood that the effectiveness of the meditation spell just now was weakening, and the detoxification pill he took, for some reason, was not effective.

After the battle just now, the snake-faced cultivator's spiritual power was running low, and seeing that Fang Qingyuan still didn't respond to him, the snake-faced cultivator gritted his teeth and said harsh words:

"We have already begged for mercy, so why do fellow Taoists press so hard? You must know that you must forgive and forgive. We are 12 senior brothers. Now you kill us, and the rest of the brothers will avenge us. You can't get out of this death." Sand Sea."

After Fang Qingyuan heard about the threat of the snake-faced monk, he just regarded it as farting. In terms of the backstage, can your brothers be stronger than Yushoushan?

At worst, he would go around thousands of miles and seek help from the branch of Yushou Mountain here. Fang Qingyuan still didn't believe it. The brother that Shemian said could go to the gate of Yushou Mountain here.

Seeing that Fang Qingyuan remained silent all the time, focusing on directing the swarm of bees to attack him, the snake-faced monk let out a long howl, and then drove the flying boat towards the chicken-faced monk in the distance.

Before the flying boat arrived, the snake-faced monk shouted:
"Brother Chicken, let's go. This person is a disciple of Yushou Mountain. We have misjudged him. I am poisoned and I can't leave. You take the flying boat back and ask the boss to avenge me. I will hold them back."

What?Beastmaster Mountain disciple?The old snake was poisoned and dying?
Hearing this information, the chicken noodle monk was shocked in an instant. His stride, which he was struggling to support, suddenly deformed. Just when his mind was shocked, a pair of huge bear paws took advantage of the gap and grabbed the chicken noodle With a little force on the monk's head, a red and white thing rushed out.

"elder brother!"

Seeing the tragic death of the chicken-faced monk, the snake-faced monk cried bitterly. The two of them are like brothers. They used to rob and do dirty work, and they also like to stay together. His friend died tragically in front of him, and the snake-faced monk's mind was completely insane under the influence of the dove poison.

"Take your life!"

The snake-faced monk was dazzled by the dove poison, and rushed straight at Jin Bao, but Jin Bao threw away the corpse in his hand, like throwing away a piece of garbage.

Then Jin Bao didn't dodge or evade the snake-faced cultivator who was charging towards him in the spirit boat, his bear face was solemn, and as the power of the golden spirit gathered in his whole body, a surge of momentum radiated out.

This made Jin Bao's height seem to suddenly rise by a section, and his body also swelled horizontally, as if he was full of breath, and the feeling that came through was unparalleled ferocity.

Then Jin Bao exerted all his strength suddenly, his fists made the sound of golden blades splitting the air, his momentum was like a knife chopping with an axe, he punched the flying boat extremely rigidly.

It was as if a sledgehammer hit the iron felt hard, and with a bang, the flying boat driven by the snake-faced monk was hit solidly, and flew upside down, while Jin Bao shook his bear paws and grinned, seemingly in pain. It's not easy.

The flying boat was smashed to the ground by a huge force. After flashing a few times, it shrank back to its original shape and became a miniature model of the flying boat. The snake-faced monk lay limp on the ground with blank eyes, muttering to himself. , as if talking about something.

Seeing this scene, Fang Qingyuan drove Yinbao to a stop in the distance. He was not at all curious about what the snake-faced monk was going to say before he died.

Fang Qingyuan took out three Golden Spear Talismans from the storage bag, spread them out, and shot towards the snake-faced monk's body from a distance.

When the golden spear formed by the power of the golden spirit came in front of the snake-faced monk, the snake-faced monk turned over and avoided it nimbly.

Fang Qingyuan frowned, this snake-faced cultivator was really cunning, if he had let his mind go and approached him just now, he would definitely be caught by the devil.

But now the snake-faced cultivator is at the end of his battle. After the snake-faced cultivator escaped the golden gun talisman, his eyes were blurred, and everything he saw was full of phantoms.

He stumbled and ran towards a place, but his speed was not much faster than ordinary people walking.

Seeing this, Fang Qingyuan felt ruthless in his heart, he gave Jin Bao a signal, and immediately Jin Bao stepped up a few steps and arrived in front of the snake-faced cultivator, swung his giant palm and smashed it down.

In the next instant, a pitch-black knife shadow went straight towards Jin Bao. As soon as this knife shadow appeared, it exuded a strong ominous atmosphere.

After delivering this blow, the snake-faced cultivator couldn't hold on any longer, and collapsed on the ground on the spot. The spiritual shield on his body flickered a few times, as if it was about to shatter immediately.

The swarm of bees surrounding the snake-faced monk swarmed up when the black knife appeared, instantly breaking through the snake-faced monk's body shield, hundreds of scorpion-tailed poisonous bees pounced on the snake-faced monk's body, Crazy injection of toxin, the snake-faced cultivator didn't even last three breaths, and died on the spot.

Jin Bao was taken aback when the pitch-black knife shadow came, but after seeing the knife shadow, he showed an expression of indifference, and stretched out his hand to grab the blade suddenly.

As soon as the pitch-black knife shadow came into Jin Bao's hands, it twisted a few times, like a living thing, trying to penetrate into Jin Bao's body, but Jin Bao had a body of diamond, and the knife shadow drilled a few times, making a teeth-piercing sound. , it will not move like a dead fish.

But it wasn't over yet, ghostly cries sounded out one after another, Fang Qingyuan was far away, and felt dizzy.

It's just that Jin Bao still had that dazed look on his face. To Jin Bao, the sound of ghostly cries was like a breeze blowing on his face, which had no effect.

Only because of Jin Bao's fourth talent, he was immune to this move of the pitch-black knife shadow.

【Delusion-breaking Golden Eyes: See through and be immune to all spells that affect the mind and mind below your own rank. 】

With this innate supernatural power, the ghostly crying sound from the pitch-black knife shadow was like a child crying to Jin Bao's ears. It only felt noisy, but did not feel any negative emotions.

After a while, the dark shadow of the knife finally stopped tossing, and it showed its true appearance in Jin Bao's hands. It was a small, pitch-black knife with two small wings on the handle, lying quietly in Jin Bao's hands right now.

After all the dust settled, Fang Qingyuan moved over with Yin Bao, and he asked Jin Bao to go up and scrape the corpses of the chicken noodle and snake noodle monks a few times, feeling that they were utterly dead.

But looking at the corpses of the two, Fang Qingyuan still felt uneasy. What if the other party cheated to die and had a backhand for resurrection?
In the world of practice, there are many exercises, some of which are quite mysterious, even if the head is gone, they can be revived. Although Fang Qingyuan has never seen it, he has heard some rumors.

Thinking of this, Fang Qingyuan took out a flame talisman, ready to set the two corpses on fire and burn them to ashes.

But Fang Qingyuan just wanted to activate the talisman, but he thought about it, why waste a talisman, a flame talisman is also worth a lot of spiritual stones, so he simply put the corpses of the two into the Immortal Mansion, and he could give it to the people inside. Lingzhi is used as flower fertilizer.

Thinking of this, Fang Qingyuan's spirit moved, and after unfolding, he took the corpses of the two people on the ground into the Immortal Mansion, then Fang Qingyuan found a free place, dug up the black soil, and let the two lie down in it.

Before burying them, Fang Qingyuan ransacked the two of them, even stripping off their tattered Taoist robes.

After finishing these things in the Immortal Mansion, Fang Qingyuan tidied up the scene a little bit. He picked up all the fragments of magical artifacts within a few miles of the battle just now.

These artifact fragments were buried deep in the sand, but after Fang Qingyuan unfolded his consciousness, he could feel a little difference.

In the end, Fang Qingyuan collected more than a dozen fragments of magical artifacts, which Jinbao smashed abruptly just now. Originally, they were the first-level top-grade magical artifacts used by chicken noodle monks. Now that they are broken, they will be used as Jinbao's snack rations for the next half month .

Gathering away the fragments of the magic weapon, Fang Qingyuan began to pick up the corpses of dead scorpion-tailed wasps again. Three thousand scorpion-tailed venomous wasps, after this battle, lost half of their life, the loss is not small.

But this is nothing compared to the loss and the gain.

If the scorpion-tailed wasp died, the mother bee could continue to give birth. Not to mention half of the scorpion-tailed wasps died, even if they were all dead, Fang Qingyuan would not feel sorry for a monk who was in the late stage of Qi training.

In the end, Fang Qingyuan recovered the remains of thousands of scorpion tailed wasps, and the remaining ones were all blown away by the wind and sand.

Fang Qingyuan didn't dare to stay any longer, for fear that the brother the snake-faced monk said would find him, so after Fang Qingyuan finished everything, he took the shrunken Jinbao, drove the camel ray, and plunged into the wind and sand.

After Fang Qingyuan walked for half a day, the traces of this place had been buried by the constant wind and sand. After the wind and sand passed, the earth returned to its original appearance again. The huge traces made by Jin Bao before were all smoothed away by the mighty force of nature.

In the absence of any chasing soldiers, Fang Qingyuan only took a short time to reach the Fire Chewing Tribe this time, and he didn't stop at all after that, he took another caravan and rushed to the next tribe without stopping.

After three days like this, when Fang Qingyuan had already run thousands of miles away, a group of monks wearing various animal masks ushered in the original battle place.

One of the monks wearing a dragon head mask, this monk is already in the middle stage of foundation establishment, he looked at the sand below, stretched out his hand to scoop it up, and grabbed a soil drinker from the ground.

As soon as the earth drinker came out of the ground, it struggled violently, as if sensing its own fate.

However, the next moment, the earth-drinking earthworm was crushed into pieces by the cultivator with the dragon mask. When the dragon-mask monk sucked in his nostrils, a faint soul of the earth-drinking earthworm was sucked into his nasal cavity.

After a while, monk Longmian made an annoyed voice:

"The opponent is a disciple of the Beast Sect. The old chicken and the old snake died in vain."

As soon as this remark came out, the rest of the monks were silent. After a few breaths, the monk with the pig face said unwillingly:
"That's all for the old chicken and the old snake?"

Brother Longmian thought for a while, then said:
"At present, this is the only way to go. Unless the disciple of Yushou Mountain comes here again, you and I can only bear it."

After saying this, the dragon-faced monk turned around and left first. The rest of the monks looked at each other, and finally they all left. Only the pig-faced monk stopped here, and then he twitched his nose and quickly fell into a sandy field , dig out the corpse of a scorpion wasp from inside.

Seeing the scorpion-tailed poisonous bee, the pig noodle monk picked it up and put it in his mouth, then muttered to himself while chewing:

"Scorpion-tailed bee, this is not produced in the desert. I remember the breath above it. Will the disciples of the Beast Sect have one more life than others?"

After the pig-faced monk finished speaking, he twitched his nostrils, and then his face brightened. Just when he was about to take a step, he heard the voice of the dragon-faced monk:

"I said, hold on!"

Hearing this order, the pig-faced monk struggled for a long time, finally lowered his head, and followed the dragon-faced monk.

(End of this chapter)