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Chapter 595 An unexpected enemy

As soon as Hu Qianqian finished speaking, she heard an angry shout from the sky: "I, Yunque Temple, am here to lend a helping hand to all the fellow Taoists of Guangshan Temple!" This resounded throughout the heavens and earth, and was extremely clear. Then, someone else shouted: "I, Shangshui Temple, am here to lend a helping hand to all the fellow Taoists of Guangshan Temple!"

Afterwards, people in the sky introduced themselves one after another, and in a blink of an eye, the names of six Taoist temples were announced!

"This is too crude, even I can tell it's fake!" Niu Qi, the bull demon, muttered, then looked at Hu Qianqian and asked, "What should we do?"

"It doesn't matter whether it's true or not. What matters is that we have a reason to silence the public." Hu Qianqian looked at Niu Qi and Wang Ben and ordered, "Take these four people back first. You two should not get involved in what happens next."

"Then you should be more careful!" Wang Ben cupped his hands, put the four people on the ground into a special storage bag, and then winked at Niu Qi next to him.

Hu Qianqian no longer paid attention to them. She built auspicious clouds and soared into the sky. The oil-paper umbrella in her hand opened like a blooming flower, and then gently leaned on their shoulders. Her blue eyes became as bright as stars when she met the monks who suddenly appeared.

The people who came were just incoming monks. Although there were a large number of them, they posed no threat to Hu Qianqian. More than a dozen incoming monks from their side who were exploring the ruins of Guangshan Temple had already fought with them. The aftermath of the battle quickly defeated the barrier formation opened in the nearby county.

Suddenly, two water cultivators used the water spirit energy generated by the battle to perform water escape and rushed towards Hu Qianqian. One of them quickly performed the "Water Prison Technique", causing water walls to appear out of thin air around Hu Qianqian to try to trap her.
Hu Qianqian gently turned the oil-paper umbrella in her hand, distorting the space around her. The water wall that had just formed was distorted before it could gather together, and it dissipated into water splashes in a blink of an eye, but the dissipated water splashes immediately gathered into countless "water swords", aiming at all of Hu Qianqian's vital parts.

However, before the 'water sword' attacked, Hu Qianqian made a hand gesture with her free hand, and suddenly a ray of starlight flashed under the clouds, making the space a little dim. The twinkling starlight gathered in an instant and enveloped the two water cultivators in front. The next moment, the two water cultivators turned into charcoal slag like dry firewood encountering a raging fire!
As the sea breeze blew, a strange burnt smell floated in the air.

"My cultivation is low and my life is almost over. I am the best and cheapest cannon fodder!" Hu Qianqian muttered to herself, then turned to look to the north.

The sound of breaking through the air over there made the heaven and earth tremble. At the same time, the sky was covered with colorful lights. But what she was looking at was the golden identity card under the clouds.

"Boom!"

A loud bang was heard to the east of a nearby county town. It was a water cultivator who exploded the spiritual vein in his body, causing the water spirit to materialize briefly and form a huge vortex. It instantly sucked up all the water nearby, and the people who were close to it turned into mummies directly, with black and purple blood spots seeping out of their bodies.

"My Skylark Temple will not let you go!"

There was the same loud shout as before, and then the person shouting exploded the spiritual vein in his body.

There was no need for Hu Qianqian's orders at all. The monks she brought withdrew from the battlefield on their own initiative, and those monks who came to help signed up one by one and self-destructed.

"Saint has mercy!"

A monk quietly recited Taoist scriptures, not for those monks who blew themselves up, but for the innocent people in the nearby county.

Hu Qianqian turned her head to look at the farther sky. There was no relief after revenge in her eyes. Instead, her expression became more solemn. She could no longer understand why her master wanted to get involved in such a thing, because she could not see any benefit for her master from such a massacre.

...

Above the clouds.

Wang Ping and others arrived at Guangshan Temple earlier than those monks who had left Qianmu Temple. He had a clear view of everything that had just happened.

No one sensed their arrival. They were like gods high above, watching the monks self-destructing below and the county town being destroyed in the explosion.

"Is this a trap you set up in advance?" This was asked by Yu Lian, and the person she was asking was of course Zi Luan.

Zi Luan smiled but said nothing.

Huo Jie, the fire lizard on Ruan Chunzi's shoulder, spit out a mouthful of flame, then turned his eyes to look at Yu Lian, and said in a not very clear tone: "This must be the layout of Taoist Zi Luan, are you still doubting it?"

"Hehehe"

Meng Xin let out a series of laughs.

After the laughter came silence. Zi Luan still did not deny it, but he also did not admit it.

After the hundreds of incoming disciples arrived at Guangshan Temple, they waited for more than twenty second-level cultivators to arrive behind them. Then, under the chairmanship of Hu Qianqian, they discussed for less than half a quarter of an hour and then led these cultivators to fly towards Yunque Temple.

Wang Ping and others did not follow them because they had welcomed some 'guests'.

"One, two, three... seven, eight, a total of eight third-level cultivators, four water cultivators from Linshui Mansion, two Taiyan cultivators, and two weapon cultivators." As Yu Lian spoke, she rose from Wang Ping's shoulders and circled around Wang Ping. Bursts of green light flashed on her scales, forming a mysterious water spirit formation.

Wang Ping looked at the two Taiyan cultivators opposite him. If Wen Hai's information was correct, these two people were Cheng Xi and his Taoist partner Que Cai. Moreover, it was Cheng Xi who led the team this time, not the water cultivators of Linshui Mansion.

Cheng Xi steadied himself several kilometers away and saluted solemnly with his fists clasped.

Wang Ping returned the greeting very naturally. He looked calm on the surface, but he was confused in his heart. He didn't expect the enemy to appear so easily. It even gave him a sense of unreality.

"Be careful!"

It was Yuan Zheng's voice. He moved closer to Wang Ping without making any expression while speaking. Ruan Chunzi and Dong Can did the same.

After Wang Ping returned the greeting, a drop of water appeared in front of his eyes. When he looked at the drop of water, it quickly condensed into an ice crystal. At the same time, a pitch-black ghost-head knife crossed the void and slashed towards where Wang Ping was.

"when!"

Dong Can appeared in front of Wang Ping to block the attack. At the same time, black mist appeared around him. A black lizard came out from his chest and lay on his neck, controlling the layers of magical weapon formations, making his body seem to be misted, and his image was similar to the demon in the story.

In this brief confrontation, the four water cultivators on the opposite side formed a huge magic circle, which seemed to pour the water of the Milky Way down, forming an endless ocean above the clouds. Countless water spirit spells were formed in the sea, sweeping towards Wang Ping and others.

Faced with the water spirit spell, the two earth vein cultivators Wu Quan and Wu Bing stood out from the crowd and simultaneously made hand gestures. The rich earth vein aura defeated the sweeping water spirit spell. Afterwards, the two of them sacrificed their own natal towers at the same time.

"呲~"

When the uncomfortable sound of metal friction was heard, the two weapon cultivators on the opposite side rushed over directly under the cover of hundreds of golden armored puppets. Looking at those familiar golden armored soldiers, Wang Ping had a feeling of time and space dislocation, because he had always used such tactics in the past.

(End of this chapter)