Chongming Xianzong

Chapter 102 Escape
A hexagonal bronze mirror of good quality suddenly appeared, passed in front of Yuan Jin, and hit the ancient sword behind Yuan Jin. No miracle happened. This defensive magic weapon only made a crisp sound and was chopped into pieces by the ancient sword.

Ye Pinglin, who had just arrived, had a grim look on his face. He had spent a lot of effort on this hexagonal bronze mirror and was full of confidence in wanting to save Yuan Jin from danger, but he did not expect that he could not even block a blow from the ancient sword.

Ji Wuwu, who was being pulled by Ye Pinglin by his sleeve, was even more frightened. The latter hurried over with Ye Pinglin. He originally came here to hunt down the remaining monks of the Wang family, but he saw the scene in front of him.

The old cultivator subconsciously wanted to run away, but when he thought of his young wife in Chongming Sect, he did not dare to face Jiang Qing's questioning after returning. His legs lost strength and he could only let Ye Pinglin pull him away.

At this time, the sword tip was less than three feet away from Yuan Jin. Ye Pinglin's bronze mirror only blocked the ancient sword for a short moment, which was far from enough to save Yuan Jin's life.

Ge Yangfeng looked at the situation with a somewhat cruel smile on his face. He was confident that with this sword strike, Yuan Jin's death would be even uglier than the black-haired zombie he had just lost.

With a "bang", the ancient sword was knocked off course by an inch.

Ge Yangfeng's smile disappeared instantly, and he looked at Kang Dabao with some fear, "This rough guy can actually use that pupil technique."

Yuan Jin sensed the movement of the ancient sword behind him. He dodged and hit the sword with his fist, which had been accumulating power for a long time.

After being hit by two impressive Taoist spells in a short period of time, even though the ancient sword was as powerful as a rainbow, it was still hit and made a buzzing sound. Finally, it lost all its sharpness. Ge Yangfeng's sword could not be controlled for a while and could only hover in the air.

Kang Dabao's eyes were filled with tears of blood after firing four golden eyes in a short period of time. However, he had been practicing this pupil technique for a long time, so this time he did not fall into the predicament of being unable to see as before.

At this moment, he was extremely grateful that he had been kind-hearted and gave Ye Pinglin a bronze mirror as a ritual instrument.

If it weren't for the hexagonal bronze mirror that blocked the ancient sword for that brief moment, the Golden Eyes of Breaking Delusion would have been slower, and his junior brother's body would have been cut in half by the ancient sword.

The ancient sword was hit by two golden eyes and a fist, and was finally recalled by Ge Yangfeng. The tall monk only used his index finger to touch the ancient sword from head to toe, and he realized that the bond between it and himself had weakened a little.

This also means that in his hands, the power of the ancient sword will be a little weaker.

If I use this ancient sword again now, I'm afraid it will only be slightly sharper than wielding an ordinary top-grade magic weapon.

But now is not the time to feel sad. Ge Yangfeng slapped the corpse bag with his backhand, and a white-armored zombie with even brighter spiritual light leaped in front of him.

This is the hidden talent of the descendants of Fengzhou Ge family, which was passed down from the first ancestor, "Ge Family Corpse Raising Method".

Whenever a direct descendant of the Fengzhou Ge family entered Taoism, his elders would equip him with a carefully nurtured spirit zombie according to his birth date and the secret techniques of martial arts.

These spirit zombies were all made by the Ge family using secret methods. They started out as intermediate-grade first-class ones, which was equivalent to the middle stage of Qi training. They were also used to protect the young men in the family.

After a corpse keeper obtains a spirit zombie, he needs to feed it with three drops of essence and blood every ten days. After feeding for a hundred days, the spirit zombie will recognize its master and become the corpse keeper's own spirit zombie.

At the same time, as the corpse-raiser's realm improves, the cultivation of his natal spirit zombie will also rise accordingly.

Such is the case with Ge Yangfeng's natal spirit zombie. Ge Yangfeng is at the eighth level of Qi training, and it is now also at the top grade of the first level.

After a few years, if Ge Yangfeng can establish his foundation, there is a certain probability that he can advance to the second-level spiritual corpse, becoming a character that even those who have established their foundation will be very afraid of.

Ge Yangfeng's natal spirit zombie had been severely damaged by Tiexishui's Fantian Seal before, and there was a fist-sized hole in its chest.

Its eyes were a little dull due to the injuries, and it was not as ferocious as the two black-haired zombies just now.

But Kang Dabao knew that this white-armored zombie was not easy to deal with just by looking at its strong aura of death.

"My family has held the Ge family back for so long, we should do our duty to the Immortal Dynasty. I'm afraid Tie Xishui won't have much to say." Kang Dabao's entire body was soaked in blood at this moment, and he felt that his robes were two kilograms heavier than usual.

The injuries of Ge Yangfeng's natal spirit zombie had not healed at all, and he was really reluctant to use it to fight with two insignificant rough guys. If it suffered any more damage, it would be hard to say whether he could still maintain his position among the younger generation of the Fengzhou Ge family.

In the Zuodao family, there is always less warmth and affection than in other families.

At this time, Ge Yangfeng's two black-haired zombies were completely destroyed. He was reluctant to move his ancient sword and his own spirit zombie for the time being. He only relied on a soul-catching bell and the illusory cold wind to attack and defend, and actually suppressed the four people from the Chongming Sect in the field so that they could not raise their heads.

Among them, Ye Pinglin was in the most dangerous situation at this time. His cultivation was the lowest, and he had suffered serious internal injuries when his blood-blooded magic weapon was broken. In addition, his experience in fighting magic was also limited, so he was the most embarrassed by the cold wind.

Even the old cultivator Ji Wuwu, who had practiced hard in his early years to a minor level of cultivation, could move more easily than him. Soon, Ye Pinglin's robes were torn, and then he was swept up by the cold wind and hit hard against a huge tree.

Ge Yangfeng didn't care about him anymore. He stopped the Yin Feng and turned to another direction, letting Ye Pinglin fall heavily from a huge tree several meters high.

The young patriarch fell to the ground without any protection, with countless broken bones in his body. He let out a cry of pain and then there was no movement.

Yuan Jin was furious. Black gas rolled up from his Tiger Evil Staff and dispersed a beam of black wind. He changed his footwork and dodged another one.

With quick steps, he actually came several feet in front of Ge Yangfeng.

The strong evil spirit coming towards him made Ge Yangfeng, who was used to big scenes, frown slightly. The spirit zombie beside him raised his hand to block it, and his arm bones creaked from the heavy blow.

But it was Ge Yangfeng's last resort. He raised his hand and pushed back Yuan Jin, along with the black stick in his hand.

Ge Yangfeng looked unhappy at this moment. He could feel that the injury of his natal spirit zombie had worsened a little.

This does not mean that the spiritual zombie is already at the end of its strength and can no longer withstand a single blow, but his most important task at the moment is to rescue a living member of the Wang family from the Tiexi sailors and bring him back to Fengzhou.

If the spirit zombie's vitality was severely damaged, and then he had to face that rogue Tie Xishui, not to mention saving others, he might even die there.

"Hiss... Fellow Daoist Ge, if we don't go and save the Wang family, it will probably be too late." Kang Dabao felt the wound on his back had deepened. Looking at Ye Pinglin, whose life or death was unknown, the desire to retreat grew stronger in his heart.

"Hmph, I, Ge, will remember what happened today. I will definitely reward you handsomely in the future." Ge Yangfeng was not a man who did not know the importance of the matter. Since Kang Dabao had said soft words and looking at the dead and wounded on the opposite side, he must not dare to fight any further.

I have finally gotten a way out, so I have to say some harsh words, but I have to get off this way quickly.

After saying this, he looked around at everyone and then walked away calmly.

Kang Dabao stared at the direction where Ge Yangfeng left, not daring to slack off or relax at all.

He knew very well that this was like letting a tiger return to the mountains, offending the elite members of the foundation-building clan. When he returned home and called his friends, as long as the Pingrong County Government did nothing, the Chongming Sect would be in danger of being wiped out in an instant.

But the tiger in front of him was too fierce and he couldn't catch him, so he could only wait for him to come and eat people.
Kang Dabao slowly moved to Yuan Jin's side and gently nudged him with his foot: "Go and see if Ye Pinglin can be saved."

It seemed that Yuan Jin's madness had not yet subsided. He was stunned for a moment after hearing the words. However, the first Wu Wu had already run to Ye Pinglin's side and looked at his injuries.

The old man was really lucky. He was just blown down by the cold wind, which tore his robes and boots and caused him to fall heavily several times.

Although there was no intact skin on his face from the fall and his injuries looked horrible, he was actually not seriously injured. He was in the best condition among the four.

The old cultivator felt something was wrong as soon as he approached the young man. At this time, most of Ye Pinglin's bones were broken, and countless broken bone fragments had penetrated into his organs and flesh.

How can such an injury be cured with ordinary means?

Ji Wuwu hurriedly asked Kang Dabao for some healing pills, and then briefly explained Ye Pinglin's injuries. Kang Dabao's brows then furrowed tightly.

He also had a life-saving and revitalizing pill in his hand, which was a rare first-grade, top-grade healing pill in the entire Pingrong County.

Although it is not as precious as the Foundation Establishment Pill and other level-breaking elixirs, one pill is worth hundreds of spirit stones.

Without hesitating for too long, Kang Dabao asked Ji Wuwu and Ye Pinglin to dissolve the life-saving pill in water and drink it.

The young man's injuries were too severe, and he might not survive even if he took this elixir. This was the real reason why Master Kang hesitated.

"I don't know how the third child is doing..."

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