Unsurpassed Spirits

Chapter 133 Aliens

After Tie Jinglun returned to Tie's house, he went straight to the secret room, but only saw the bones of the two brothers. They were all shriveled, as if they had been drained of all their blood.

The second brother had been dead for a long time, and judging by the time, he was actually killed before he went into seclusion. The third brother's body was still warm, so he obviously died not long ago.

Tie Jinglun was extremely grieved, and his regret and annoyance turned into murderous intent. He vowed to skin and dismantle the plague demon and cut his corpse into pieces. He stepped on the flying magic weapon and rushed over quickly.

After all, Tie Jinglun was in the late stage of foundation building, so he used all his strength in anger.

A huge golden palm appeared in the air, carrying huge power, like a five-fingered giant mountain, pressing down heavily. On the giant mountain, there was also an evil-suppressing talisman, which was given by Master Haoying earlier. Specially used to restrain plague monsters.

The whole body of the Plague Demon has fallen apart, and it has no backhand power.

It never thought that it would be forced to this point by a few people in the early stages of foundation building.

The pain in his head continued, and the Plague Demon could hardly think. He could only look at the Five Fingers Mountain in horror, and shouted loudly at the man in black robes in the air: "Master, save me!"

The man in black robe seemed to be unheard of, but at this time, Zhenren Haoying also found an opportunity to take advantage of.

He held out a bronze mirror in his hand and looked at the man in black robes. The runes carved on the edge of the bronze mirror undulated and rotated, condensing into a beam of dazzling golden light on the mirror, like the first ray of light cast by the sun in the early morning, enough to dispel The darkness of this world.

The gray fog on the black-robed man's face was dispersed by this beam of golden light, and then closed again after a moment.

Under the gray mist, there was still a fully armed face, only revealing a pair of dark green eyes, like fine emeralds, clear and flawless, but full of cold light.

Master Haoying was shocked, "You are a foreigner!"

The man in black robe did not say a word, but he held a Soul Hook in his hand and grabbed at the chest of Master Haoying with lightning speed.

At the same time, the miserable screams of the plague demon also penetrated the entire sky.

Its body has completely turned into scattered black mist, but what is different from before is that these mist can no longer gather spontaneously, and wherever it is contaminated by the mist, the vegetation will wither and die in an instant, and the insects and birds will turn into a ball of fishy rot. water.

There was an emerald green bead in the center of the black mist. Tie Jinglun's heart skipped a beat and he subconsciously wanted to reach out to get it, but a strong iron hand beat him to it.

The green bead fell into the hands of the man in black robes. The man in black robes stood up out of thin air. He played with the bead in his hand with his metal claws and smiled coldly: "It's useless."

Master Haoying covered his chest with one hand. The clothes on his chest were all torn to pieces. If he hadn't been wearing protective soft armor, he might have been pierced through his body. The remaining energy brought by the Soul Hooking Lock still made the blood boil in his body, and his throat was already closed. There was a faint smell of blood coming out.

The man in black robe scanned the scattered crowd below and saw several rays of light flying in the distance.

Master Haoying naturally noticed these escaping lights of different colors. One of them was particularly bright and extremely fast. Judging from its power, it was definitely at the Golden Core stage.

If this man is a friendly army, when the two of them join forces, they will definitely be able to take down the man in black robes in one fell swoop!
Master Haoying was furious and attacked again, but the body of the man in black turned into a hazy mist. The center of the mist was a vortex. As the vortex circulated, the mist became less and less.

This trick is exactly the same as the plague demon's escape technique. It seems that the plague demon also learned its secret skills from its master.

Master Haoying's eyes were sharp, "Shu Zi, don't run away!"

Master Haoying held the purple gourd and jumped towards the whirlpool in the center.

However, unlike when he was tracking the Plague Demon, this time before he even got close to the whirlpool, a brilliant black light pierced out from the whirlpool. The black light was like a spear, with a rainbow-like momentum, traversing all directions.

Master Haoying hurriedly ducked sideways, and the force of the spear lifted his body high. Countless air blades and sharp knives came one after another. Master Haoying resisted with his weapon and missed the best opportunity.

A hoarse voice came out from the whirlpool: "Chang Haoying, what happens today will be settled tomorrow!"

The lingering sound echoed continuously, but the whirlpool disappeared out of thin air.

In the empty countryside, only a lone moon is left, and everything is devastated.

Master Haoying clenched his hands into fists, frowning and staring in the direction where the man in black robe disappeared.

When everything returned to calm, the monks in the distance had also arrived.

Most of these monks are in the foundation-building stage, and most of them are monks from nearby towns that cultivate immortals. The only one in the golden elixir stage is a beautiful woman in a purple skirt. Behind her are several female foundation-building cultivators with a clear appearance. Beautiful and colorful.

"It turns out to be fellow Taoist Hao Ying." Seeing that she was an acquaintance, the woman in the purple skirt gave her a Taoist gift.

Master Haoying came back to his senses and slightly cupped his hands, "Fairy Mingwei."

Master Mingwei is a direct disciple of Qiu Shui Sect's first Supreme Elder. Qiu Shui Sect and Jin Xuan Sect are close to each other. Master Hao Ying has had some dealings with her. This time the Plague Demon is causing trouble in the middle of the two sects, and Tie Jinglun wants to Both sects handed over the letter, but Qiushui Sect came a step late.

"Fellow Daoist Haoying, I saw the fierce fighting here from a distance before, so I rushed here in a hurry. I wonder what happened?"

Master Mingwei asked aloud for the details, Master Haoying did not hide anything and told them everything.

The battle is over, and the three foundation-building monks of Jin Xuanzong have collected their magic weapons.

The baby-faced male cultivator lost his essence and blood, and his face was pale. The female cultivator surnamed He had hideous handprints on her neck and had passed out. The only one who was better was the small-eyed male cultivator, but he was also exhausted.

Luo Qingli lay on the ground to relax for a while, feeling that his head was no longer so dizzy, and then slowly sat up.

Her bones were strong, her neck was not broken by the plague demon, and she was not seriously injured when she fell from the air. However, the backlash of her consciousness was really uncomfortable, and even now she still sees things with ghost images.

However, the plague monster was finally dealt with, and the man in black robes also left.
Luo Qingli sighed softly, wiped his face and felt a nosebleed.

She heard a series of small footsteps approaching her, and when she looked back, she saw a little boy running towards her with his little arms and legs swinging.

Luo Qingli still remembered that this little boy was named Xiao Jie.

Xiao Jie panted and stopped in front of Luo Qingli. The two sat and stood, looking at each other.

Xiao Jie saw the blood on Luo Qingli's face and said calmly: "Xian, fairy sister..."

He was holding on to the corners of his clothes awkwardly, and there were traces of burns from the fire on the back of his hands.

Luo Qingli casually took a box of ointment and gave it to him, "Apply this medicine on the wound and it will heal soon."

Xiao Jie took it in a daze, hanging his head and not knowing what he was thinking. After a while, he suddenly raised his eyes and asked cautiously and nervously: "Sister Fairy, can I, like you, become an immortal?"

As long as he can remember, Xiao Jie has often heard his mother tell stories about immortals. He was extremely envious of those immortals who had great magical powers and could fly into the sky and escape from the earth. Xiao Jie also wanted to cultivate immortality, but his mother said that not everyone Those who all have this Immortal Fate, when they are older, can go to the nearby immortal cultivation town to test the Immortal Fate.

He had always hoped that he could grow up quickly, but before he could grow up, his mother passed away. Since then, he had lived with his uncle and aunt. They were not bad to him, but they were not good either.Later, his uncle and aunt died in the plague. He survived by luck, but was almost burned to death.

With his family gone and his relatives gone, Xiao Jie is already alone and doesn’t know where to go from now on.

But seeing these immortals today, he also hoped to be like them.

Xiao Jie looked at Luo Qingli firmly and pursed his lips nervously.

Luo Qingli was startled, thinking that this was a mortal child's natural yearning for an immortal cultivator, and smiled slightly: "If you have spiritual roots, you can practice and become an immortal cultivator... Have you tested your spiritual roots before? ?"

Xiao Jie was stunned and said in a low voice: "Two months ago, when I turned six years old, my uncle sent me to Tie's house in town to test my immortality, but they said I didn't have any immortality..."

Immortal fate is what the secular world calls spiritual roots. If Xiao Jie does not have fairy fate, it means that he does not have spiritual roots. At least, he will not be able to practice like ordinary immortal cultivators.

Luo Qingli shook his head slowly, and Xiao Jie's face fell. He was silent for a while before asking: "Is there really no other way?"

Luo Qingli sighed softly: "The foundation of an immortal cultivator is spiritual root, which is what you call immortality. Without spiritual root, you cannot sense the aura of heaven and earth." She paused and then said: "This path of Taoist cultivation may be There is no way to go, but there are thousands of ways in this world, and there are no absolutes in anything."

Xiao Jie looked at her for a moment, and Luo Qingli coughed softly and said: "Nanzhao only has immortal sects, most of which are Taoist cultivators and are based on spiritual roots. However, the civilization of cultivating immortals on the East China Sea is much broader, with hundreds of schools of thought contending..."

Xiao Jie listened and his eyes lit up little by little.

Luo Qingli couldn't say much. She had never been to the East China Sea, and she had only read about the specifics of the East China Sea civilization in books. There were also some people without spiritual roots who became Buddhists and Confucianists, but After all, this is only a minority, and no matter where you are, Taoism is the mainstream of immortal cultivators.

People who cultivate immortality are originally from mortals. It is normal for mortals to desire to cultivate immortality. However, in this world, not everyone has the opportunity to cultivate immortality.

"Each school of cultivating immortals has different qualifications, and the requirements of other schools may even be more stringent than those of cultivating spiritual roots."

Seeing Xiao Jie's eagerness to try, Luo Qingli added lightly.

What she said is only the most ideal situation, and reality and ideals may be very different.

But for Xiao Jie, even just a hope is enough.

After it was discovered that he had no immortal destiny, he was destined to be a mortal, but who hasn't dreamed of becoming a god?

No one had ever said this to him before and no one would ever say this to him.

Xiao Jie took Luo Qingli's words to heart one by one.

Luo Qingli had nothing more to say.

Master Haoying had already told Master Mingwei the general ins and outs of the matter. Master Mingwei was greatly surprised, "The plague demon was actually raised by humans?"

"The Plague Demon started its activities in Nanzhao mainly within these ten years. In the past ten years, it has developed spiritual intelligence and grown to the level of Golden Core. If it was formed naturally, it would be a bit unbelievable." Master Haoying pondered. After a moment, he said: "In my opinion, this plague demon was thrown into Nanzhao by the man in black robes. Before that, the plague demon had already developed intelligence, which is why it was able to escape justice in Nanzhao for so long."

Master Mingwei was surprised, "Who is the man in black robe?"

"I don't know."

Master Haoying shook his head and sighed.

He originally came to get rid of the plague demon, but it turned out that this matter was not as simple as it seemed.

It was already late, they were all more or less injured and needed to find a place to rest and recuperate.

Tie Jinglun looked like he had aged ten years.

The Tie family is originally a small cultivating family. It is not outstanding among the nearby towns. The reason why it has been able to be the dominant hegemon in Bose City for a long time is because there are three foundation-building cultivators in the family. Now both brothers are dead, and only one is left. With one person, the Tie family's future situation will be in danger.

The more this time comes, the more important it is to establish a good relationship with the monks of Jin Xuan Sect and Qiu Shui Sect.

Tie Jinglun was heartbroken, but he still respectfully invited everyone back to Tie's house and arranged the guest rooms. As for the villagers of Niutou Village whose homes were destroyed by the fire, Master Haoying also came forward to give them a lot of gold and silver as compensation.

Gold and silver are useless things to immortal cultivators, but to mortals, if they spend the money sparingly, it will be enough for them to live peacefully for the rest of their lives.

Before Luo Qing left, Xiao Jie pulled her sleeve and asked softly: "Sister Fairy, can you tell me your name?"

Luo Qingli curled his lips and said, "My name is Pei Yue."

After saying that, Luo Qingli waved his hand, flicked his sleeves, raised his weapon, and followed everyone back to the town.

Many rays of light shone dazzlingly in the night sky, appearing particularly clear and attracting the attention of all the mortals below.

Xiao Jie held the gold and silver subsidized by Master Haoying, his eyes shimmered a little, and he secretly made up his mind.

He is going to the East China Sea, and he also wants to be a fairy like the fairy sister!

Luo Qingli's consciousness was excessively depleted. After returning to Tiejia guest house, he took a nourishing pill and fell asleep all night. When he woke up, the dull pain in his head was much better.

After leaving the room, Luo Qingli saw a note left in front of the courtyard. He stretched out his hand to open it and heard the voice of the female cultivator named He from Jin Xuanzong, inviting her to get together in the guest courtyard next door.

Luo Qingli happened to want to ask them something, so he went to the guest house next door.

The person who came out to greet him was the small-eyed male cultivator. He raised his hands and saluted, "Fellow Daoist Pei, please come in."

The baby-faced male cultivator and the female cultivator surnamed He were also in the room. They had met each other, said hello, and introduced each other.

The full name of the female cultivator named He is He Xiaoyan, the baby-faced male cultivator is named Qiu He, and the small-eyed male cultivator is named Shi Xuezhen.

He Xiaoyan nodded slightly and said, "Thanks to the help of fellow Taoist Pei last night, we were able to escape from the plague demon safely. I have offended a lot during the day, and I ask for your forgiveness from fellow Taoist Pei."

Luo Qingli shook his head slowly. He Xiaoyan was just too impatient at the time and her words were a little irritable. She would not worry about such a trivial matter.

Shi Xuezhen smiled and stepped forward, "Fellow Daoist Pei, you shot several sixth-level thunder talismans without even blinking. What a generous act!"

This man was smiling and had a friendly smile, but he got to the point directly.

Luo Qingli only said that he was a casual cultivator earlier. It was strange that a casual cultivator could take out so many high-level thunder talismans at will.

　Thanks to Shui Hansheng and Shang BiBieBieShang for the reward~
　　
　
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