Beginning to practice immortality as a refugee

Chapter 84 Attack

Just now, he followed the light spots in the fish-dragon diagram and followed him all the way here. He deliberately went around to a secluded place with a good view and inspected a battle between aliens.

Fortunately, the two of them kept fighting and stopping on the way, which delayed their journey. Otherwise, he would really have missed this fierce fight.

Although I didn't hear the conversation between the two clearly, I saw the whole fight between the two.

The ghostly long banner, the human bone hammerfish that vibrates sound waves.

The hairpin flying sword that suddenly changes into flying in the air, the evil ghost jumping from the flag, and the squirming monk's robe that wraps up all the evil ghosts.

Lu Ye was excited. In addition to martial arts, there were indeed more powerful extraordinary ways in this world.

The fight between the two people below, in the fantasy of previous life novels, is already a scene of monks.

He was daydreaming when he suddenly heard a gurgling sound coming from beside him.

Turning his head to look, it was Wang Hu who stared at the leaving Taoist priest with wide eyes. He put one hand into his mouth and bit it loudly.

Huzi Baisensen's teeth were covered in blood, but he bit his own hand unknowingly.

"Huzi, stop biting..." Lu Ye hurriedly slapped him on the head, "Take your hand out quickly."

"Ouch, this is your own palm, why are you using it so hard?"

Lu Ye snatched Wang Hu's hand out of the tiger's mouth and saw a neat circle of tooth marks on it, which had bitten the bronze skin of the body. The wound was not deep and blood flowed profusely.

Fortunately, the battle below ended quickly.

If it were too late, Wang Hu might have chewed off his palm.

"Brother," Wang Hu's teeth chattered, "you said..."

"The man is bleeding but not peeing!"

"I didn't pee in fear!"

Lu Ye slapped him on the head again.

"It's blood but not tears!"

"Stop memorizing things blindly!"

Wang Hu trembled and nodded.

"Brother, it's too scary. Do you think they are gods? Why are they so loud when they fight!"

"There is such a big flag, and I just swiped it and took it out from such a small pocket on my waist," Wang Hu said with a look of wonder on his face, "If I had that bag, how many steamed buns would I have to put in it!"

"If we run away again, we won't be afraid of starvation."

Lu Ye laughed.

"Brother, have you ever seen any gods in the temple come down to hang out with us mortals?"

"Those two are human beings," Lu Ye raised his knife and gun. "They will die and bleed if we chop them down!"

"Didn't you see that the monk lost one of his arms and the blood that flowed out was red?"

"It's just that they don't practice martial arts, they are indeed a little better than us!"

"When we learn it, we may not be weaker than them."

Lu Ye patted Wang Hu on the shoulder.

"Brother, eldest brother will take you to kill an immortal now. Do you dare?"

Wang Hu was stunned for a moment, and then his eyes became fierce again.

"Brother, I said, I will go wherever you go!"

"I'll hit whoever you hit, and I'll kill whoever you kill!"

"If you run away, I will run ahead of you."

"I remember every word that big brother taught me..."

Lu Ye: "..."

Huzi, let’s not talk about escaping, we are still good brothers.

The two then turned over and went down the mountain.

Lu Ye waited for a while and first made sure that the Qingyang Old Daoist was far away in the fish and dragon diagram to avoid the other party's counterattack.

Then Wang Hu and Wang Hu quickly moved forward following the light spots of the fish and dragon diagram.

The two of them ran at full strength for most of the night, crossing countless mountains and rivers.

The monk ran too far.

Until late at night, Lu Ye led Wang Hu around a mountain col and suddenly squatted down.

"Brother, is something wrong?" Wang Hu came over and asked in a low voice.

In front of him was a bare mountainside, with a few gray boulders here and there. From here, he had a commanding view, and there was nothing wrong with it under the moonlight.

Lu Ye made a silent gesture and looked forward with squinted eyes.

There was absolutely nothing wrong in front of me.

But in the ichthyosaur picture, the gray light spot stayed in an open space on the mountainside, motionless.

A gray crocodile lay lying in the water, with all its scales broken and one forelimb broken off. At this moment, its huge body magically shriveled up and became a crocodile trunk, with no more fierce flames.

“Name—unknown.

Root bone - psychic jade bone.

Status - Seriously injured.

Lifespan: 80/140.

Qi and blood——30/10000. "

Luye clicked his tongue.

Good guy, I used to have 3000 health, but now I have 30. This is just a trace of blood left!

Lu Ye was very patient and squatted in place for half a stick of incense without moving.

Wang Hu also followed him and held his breath.

Watching time fly by.

The open space was still bare, and under the moonlight, there was not even a shadow.

Suddenly, the handwriting on the fish and dragon diagram changed.

The unknown cultivator's energy and blood suddenly jumped from 30 to 31.

Lu Ye's eyes shrank, and the other party was still recovering slowly!

He no longer hesitated, squatted on the ground, and pulled the copper bow in his hand to the full moon, and placed a long arrow on it.

Let go and the bow string buzzes.

The arrow streaked across the sky, fell from the sky with a swipe, and headed straight for the open space.

hum.

The long arrow fell, and it was still half a person's height away from the ground.

A yellow arc of light suddenly appeared on the ground, like a bowl tipped upside down on the ground. The arrow landed on the light curtain, twisting and deforming the light curtain. The light curtain was pulled, stretched, and finally stabilized.

But the long arrow was shattered into powder.

In the light curtain.

A monk was sitting cross-legged. He looked pale and had a broken arm, which was simply bandaged.

He had closed his eyes and seemed to be working on mystical skills, and then he meditated and recovered.

He was startled by the long arrow, and suddenly opened his eyes, showing horror.

How could it be possible? He used the Blood Escape Technique to escape. He chose a route at will and spent a high-grade concealment charm. Even that damn Taoist priest shouldn't be able to see through it.

He also deliberately chose this barren mountain to stay.

How could anyone find him?

He wanted to open his mouth to say something, but instead he opened his mouth and sprayed a mouthful of blood on the light screen, staining the yellow light screen with a layer of blood mist.

The monk spurted out a mouthful of blood and saw two people half-kneeling not far away. One had a white face and a green robe, holding a bow in his hand. The other had a dark face and a strong body, holding a gun on guard.

He was so angry that he cursed.

"Beast!"

When the man with the white face and green robe saw him opening his mouth to curse, he immediately bent his bow and shot another heavy arrow.

Click.

The light curtain trembled, and the tip of an arrow squeezed the light curtain and deformed it, showing a sharp thrust, but in the end it was shattered.

"The Buddha will skin you and cramp you..."

The monk was so angry that he made an angry vajra look on his face, as if he wanted to choose someone to devour.

With a wave of his hand, a shadow with fangs and claws flew out from his body and pounced on the opponent.

This phantom floated extremely slowly in the air, twisting and deforming in various ways in the air. It first turned into a skeleton, and then the skeleton was covered with thick bone armor, with curved horns growing out of the helmet, and there was a fire-breathing skeleton bone horse under the seat.

Flying further forward, the skeleton general had a spear in his hand, and black clouds were trampled under the horse's hooves. Many villains were trampled and wailed in the clouds, and the sound was terrifying and harsh.

The two people on the opposite side were not afraid to retreat. The strong man with a dark face grabbed a bunch of arrows.

First, he cut his palm with blood from an arrow and handed it to his companion.

Feeling unsafe, he took off his pants and pointed at a pile of arrows that made a familiar sound.

But it is the way that ordinary people preach that can use blood and boy's urine to break away evil spirits.

The man with the white face and green robe took the blood arrow, and with just one arrow, he shot the ghost general riding on the black cloud and riding the fire-breathing skeleton horse into stars.

hum.

He turned around and took another long arrow full of flavor and shot it towards the light curtain.

"The Buddha wants to tear your bones apart and refine your souls..."

The monk's face showed uneasiness, and he used a small illusion to avoid scaring the other party. Now something bad happened, so he could only threaten him with a fierce look and a fierce heart.

hum.

The man opposite had a terrifyingly steady hand, no expression on his face, and still shot an arrow.

"A hundred years of suppression..."

The light curtain trembled violently, and the monk spit out another mouthful of blood.

hum.

Another arrow shot, the light curtain was squeezed and deformed, and a crack appeared faintly.

"The old monk is surprised to see your bones and is willing to accept you as his disciples..."

The monk suddenly spoke quickly, neatly and kindly, and even showed compassion on his face.

hum.

His answer was still an arrow in the face, this time the arrow almost penetrated the light curtain.

"The two donors have something to discuss..."

The monk could no longer maintain his cross-legged posture and jumped up.

hum.

Another arrow came, but it shattered the light curtain and shot the monk through the ear!

A strong stench passed through the great monk's nose. He ignored the blood on his face and kowtowed before paying homage.

"Disciple has met his mentor!"

Lu Ye stood up, bent his bow and aimed an arrow at the opponent, but did not approach the monk. He just pointed at the monk Wang Hudao.

"Good disciple, this is my sworn brother, master. I am also your uncle. You must also worship me!"

The monk mentally scolded Lu Ye and Wang Hu for eighteen generations.

This uncle is probably angry, the smell is so strong!

But with an arrow pointing at him, he was afraid that the other party would return to the west if his hands shook, so he had no choice but to kowtow to Wang Hu again.

But in his heart, he was thinking about how to recover quickly, so he wanted to crush the two of them to ashes in order to relieve the hatred in his heart.

"Huzi, are you still afraid?" Lu Ye turned around and asked Wang Hu softly.

Wang Hu shook his head violently, a look of disdain flashed across his face, and replied quietly.

"I thought he was some powerful character, but I didn't expect him to be greedy for life and afraid of death."

"You can solve this guy by just soaking in urine. What are you afraid of?"

The two men were muttering there.

The monk was kneeling on the ground in cold sweat, and the breath in his body was running wildly.

Lu Ye pointed an arrow at the monk, kept his distance, and smiled.

"Come, good disciple!"

"Tell me where you came from. By the way, you and the old man had a fierce fight just now. The bag on your waist is quite magical. It can pull things out of thin air. Open it and pour out whatever good things are inside."

"Throw that bag over again. Your uncle wants to use it to hold white flour steamed buns."

"Don't play tricks and say you can't untie it. If you don't obey, you will get an arrow from the master!"

"I can't suppress you for a hundred years, but I can still suppress your bones in the latrine."

The monk's eyes bulged out when he heard this, and he almost vomited blood again.

what?

These two people actually want to hold steamed buns in the Dangtang magic weapon storage bag!

A violent thing!

Moreover, these two people actually watched while they were fighting with that old Qingyang donkey.

This time, I was really in a bad situation. For now, I would just stay low and let them control me. If I could take a moment to catch my breath, I would kill them all!

They are just ordinary warriors in the world. The old monk has killed even the master, let alone you!

(End of this chapter)