The immortality of mortals

Chapter 164 The Power of the Wind

"This is different from what was promised. It's obviously an internal fight between the two monks. Why do you still do this to a mortal?"

The middle-aged couple hiding behind the stall said with ugly expressions.

Although most of the nine casual cultivators present were not self-proclaimed righteous people, they were from Yue country and were unknowingly influenced by the ideas of the seven sects.

Even though he may act condescending to ordinary people, no one really knows how to perform blood sacrifices and other evil techniques such as bone extraction.

Especially a few years ago.

The previous Yue Emperor, who practiced magic, was beaten into a golden statue by the masters of Huang Maple Valley. He is still kneeling in the capital, which made the lower-level monk circles in the entire country become peaceful.

No one dares to do the evil thing of massacre and blood sacrifice.

"These guys are so crazy!"

Before anyone else could take action, Xiao Cui, a young man wearing men's clothing, couldn't help but speak out.

"Grandpa, we are just in time to break out and deal with these evil cultivators!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Xiao Cui had already taken out the magic weapon and went straight to the evil cultivator who was about to continue using the crystal ball to absorb blood.

"oops!"

The old man Xiao Fan wanted to stop him, but it was too late.

"Who sneaked in?!"

Several evil cultivators were in the late stages of Qi refining, and there was a tall, thin man in black robe who was at the peak of Qi refining.

Immediately, the light of the magical weapon attack was discovered.

The blood-colored crystal bead instantly lit up with a bright red light, blocking the magical weapon from moving any further.

"Everyone, do it!"

Seeing that their side has been exposed, the others did not bother to complain about the reckless young man, so they could only bite the bullet and take out the magic weapon.

For a time, the roar of various spells and the collision of objects could be heard.

Originally there were only five evil cultivators at the intersection.

But after hearing the commotion of the fight, more than ten men in black robes came from nearby.

"No, don't fight, leave quickly!"

The old man shouted low, set up a defensive weapon that looked like a shield, grabbed Xiao Cui and flew towards the city wall in three steps and then two steps.

The rest of the people also hurriedly used magic weapons to resist the attack, fighting and running away, hoping to break through the blockade before the men in black robes surrounded them.

"It's coming soon!"

Seeing the city wall close at hand, the old man couldn't help but feel hopeful.

Finally, he broke out with a sudden attack.

Because the city of Jacques is relatively large, it is impossible for the foundation-building monks to deploy a formation to block the entire city in a short period of time.

So relying solely on evil cultivation points to guard all directions.

As long as we can get beyond the city wall, everything will be safe.

Yang Xuan and Nangong Wan, who were walking at the end of the team, suddenly stopped.

The seven people next to them noticed that they had stopped and couldn't help but feel doubtful. However, at this moment, more than a dozen evil cultivators in black robes were trying to catch up, so they didn't dare to stay longer.

So just move forward.

But just when a few people were about to reach the top of the city, a short, fat black robe suddenly landed silently on top.

"There are nine people in this team, which is a good harvest. Yes, they are much stronger than those who escaped in other places. No wonder you didn't stop them."

The short, fat man in black robe said with a sinister smile.

"Build, foundation building period?!"

Sensing the strong pressure of the people blocking the city wall, the seven people couldn't help but look at each other.

"How is it possible? Aren't the Foundation Establishment monks fighting with the Red Sand Sect? How could it be..."

Zhang Hong, a woman in a green dress, and two young men shouted loudly.

"It seems that there are two foundation-building stages. One is fighting with the Red Sand Sect on the surface, and the other is waiting to kill the team of casual cultivators who want to leave the city."

Yang Xuan clapped his hands.

"It's a good strategy. Break it down by dividing it up to make sure nothing slips through the net."

"How come you are still in the mood to say this when we are facing a formidable enemy?"

Xiao Cui next to him couldn't help but laugh bitterly.

"Hey, there are two beauties in the team. It just so happens that I have just acquired the Dual Cultivation Technique, which will come in handy."

The short, fat man in black robe looked at Xiao Cui and the masked girl who were dressed in men's clothing.

"Pooh!"

Xiao Cui spat in disgust.

"Even if I die, I won't let you, a filthy carrot, touch you!"

She has been at the bottom of society all year round and has been in contact with many people from all walks of life. She is also merciless when she scolds people.

"Hehe, the stronger the beauty is, the harder she struggles to get the taste! Seeing how restrained you two are, I'm afraid you haven't tasted it yet..."

boom!
Before he finished speaking, the short, fat, black-robed evil cultivator suddenly seemed to have been severely injured and fell directly from the city wall.

"Who is it?!" He got up in a panic, with blood spilling from his mouth.

"Hmm, a dog can't spit out ivory from its mouth."

Yang Xuan waved his sleeves and looked a little cold.

Now that the purpose of eliciting the evil cultivators behind it has been achieved.

He felt that there was no need to wait until a critical moment when the team was seriously injured and dying before he acted as a hero.

Moreover, Nangong Wan has friendship with him, even if the evil cultivator just talks dirty words.

"you?!"

The short, fat black-robed monk looked at the young man in white with resentment.

But after reacting to the moment of rage, he was already wary and did not dare to take action at will.

Even if it is a sneak attack, it is definitely not something that a Qi Refining monk can do to injure him with one blow.

"Killing women and children and treating human life as nothing, you are really a demonic traitor!"

Yang Xuan took a step forward, his eyes stern.

If it were said that before, he was only considering his own interests and did not want the Six Demonic Sects to invade the Yue Kingdom.

So after seeing this kind of indiscriminate massacre of the city recently, Yang Xuan has become extremely resistant to the practice of magic.

Even he also kills.

But he always only attacks monks.

When you embark on the path of spiritual practice, you must have the awareness to kill and kill others.

As for the mortals at the bottom, he would never kill innocent people on a large scale at will.

Compared with the demonic style, although the seven sects of the Yue Kingdom are superior, they do not easily interfere with the secular neutral approach, which is more in line with Yang Xuan's philosophy.

“Unexpectedly, I caught a big fish!”

The man in black robe wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, looked at the young man who no longer concealed his cultivation with a fierce look in his eyes.

"Middle stage of foundation building? Good boy, you can't tell that you have such cultivation at such a young age. You must be no ordinary person. Do you dare to sign up?"

"You don't deserve to know my name."

An inexplicable smile appeared on Yang Xuan's lips.

The seven people nearby noticed that the aura of the young man in white was rising steadily, and he actually reached the stage of foundation building.

Everyone couldn't help but look shocked and disbelieving, but they soon turned into ecstasy!

There is actually an advanced foundation-building cultivator hidden in the team? !
They seemed to see hope of living.

"Fellow Daoist Yang is actually..."

"No, it's Senior Yang!"

The seven people couldn't help but move closer to him, feeling that there was another village in the dark.

"Hmph, kid, don't be too proud. Although I am only in the early stage of foundation building, my skills are powerful and I have many techniques. It will only take me an instant to deal with you..."

At this time, the short and fat monk was still threatening, but he seemed to be too scrupulous to take action.

"Senior Yang, it's better not to talk about this evil cultivator. Let's get out of the city as soon as possible."

Xiao Fan, an experienced old man in the world, tried to muster up the courage to remind him.

Based on his old Jianghu intuition, the other party may have ulterior motives for chatting like this.

It's a pity that the old man just finished speaking.

A sharp roar has been heard from the west of the city.

Another figure in black robes flew over quickly with a white bone flag.

"Haha, kid, you fell into the trap. I delayed my time and waited for the door to come. I didn't expect you to really refuse to leave, so please stay completely!"

The pudgy monk couldn't help laughing when he saw the Bone Flag monk arriving.

The two of them, one in the early stage of foundation building and the other in the middle stage of foundation building, stood on the top of the city like two black mountains weighing on the hearts of the cultivators.

"The big thing is bad!"

The wrinkles on Xiao Fan's old face were squeezed together, and the expressions of the others also changed drastically.

"Huh, I'm just waiting for you two to get together so that I don't have to run around here and there!"

Yang Xuan smiled and shook his head. Suddenly he took out a gilded white jade fan and flicked it gently.

Oh oh oh!
What seemed like a gentle movement actually caused the wind to rise from the ground!
The huge wind swept all around like a natural disaster.

"Ah, what's going on?"

"What kind of wind is this..."

The two foundation-building monks only had time to let out a hurried cry, and the brilliance of their magic weapons flashed around them, but it had no effect at all, just like a whirlwind turning over fallen leaves and flowing water dripping with residual flowers.

He couldn't land when he fell to the left, and he couldn't stay alive when he fell to the right. He was drifting and rolled directly into the sky and the earth, and he didn't know how many miles away!
Together with dozens of black-robed evil cultivators gathered around.

Even before he could say anything, he was wiped out of sight.

A single gust of wind swept away the enemies in the city!

(End of this chapter)