Chongming Xianzong

Chapter 253 A small setback
"Soul-burning witch fire?" Shan Sheng murmured, with a look of fear on his face.

He has lived longer, and although his fighting skills are not outstanding, the Feiyue Shan family is also a large family that has been building the foundation for many years. When it comes to being knowledgeable and having a good memory, Shan Sheng is much better than Kang Dabao and Jiang Qing, the two new foundation builders.

"Soul burning?" Kang Dabao heard Shan Sheng's words and connected them with what was written in Grandmaster Zhang's march notes. He said with some surprise, "Isn't that the method used by the mountain barbarian royal family?!"

"Master Kang is right. This is the method used by the mountain barbarian royal family." Shan Sheng nodded firmly, with a look of reminiscence in his eyes.

When he was young, the mountain barbarians had not yet disappeared in the thirteen counties of Yunjiao Prefecture. In order to earn some bonuses, Shan Sheng once fled to the Jackdaw Mountains to look for trouble with the mountain barbarian monks.

Therefore, he is different from Master Kang. Shan Sheng has actually witnessed this unique skill of the mountain barbarian royal family.

However, when he entered the world, the Shan Man had completely declined. The so-called "royal families" that Shan Sheng had met before had extremely thin bloodlines, and their cultivation was only at the initial stage of foundation building.
These descendants are far from being as powerful as the false king of the mountain barbarians who fought alone against four senior cultivators of the Immortal Dynasty including Shen Lingfeng and still had the upper hand.

Ma Wenhan is much older than Shan Sheng. When he saw the methods used by the Mijiazhai formation, he was a little surprised at first, but in just a moment, a familiar memory came flooding back to him.

To the younger generations like Yu Kangdabao, the word "barbarian and chaotic" is just a few simple strokes.

But for a cultivator like Ma Wenhan who had experienced the end of the barbaric chaos, it was a real catastrophe. Many sects and clans in Shannan Dao lost their bloodline because of this, and tens of millions of ordinary people died in this battle.

At that time, the Ma family had lost a cultivator who had established his foundation, and was almost in danger of collapse.

Ma Wenhan suddenly became nervous, and the purple copper bell immediately emitted waves of dark purple sound patterns, first protecting the group of Ma family members who were facing the soul-burning witch fire.

The old cultivator held the magic fan that had just appeared in his hand again, and spit out a colorless spiritual light, which hit the magic fan.

The magic fan suddenly grew to the size of an elephant's ear, and the wind became even stronger, as if it had blown away most of the spiritual light from the Mijiazhai's second-grade inferior formation.

The morale of the Ma family monks was boosted by this situation, but they did not notice that a few drops of sweat had seeped out of Ma Wenhan's temples. The old monk folded the magic fan into the size of a finger joint, opened his mouth, took a breath, and held it under his tongue to warm it.

Suppressing his slightly trembling hands and enduring the severe pain from damaged meridians, Ma Wenhan stood with his hands behind his back, staring at the Mijiazhai formation.

Like an old leopard looking for the flaws of its prey, he slightly arched his back, looking ready to strike.

"This old fellow is very good at bluffing, and he thinks he is very smart, but he can't scare me. Just look at the power of the copper bell he used just now and you will know that he is just a coward, and he is much worse than he was a few years ago.

This magic fan does have some tricks, but I'm afraid it can only be used a few times. Even if we bring that loser Huo Bing from Liangyi Sect, this old man Ma may not be able to win!"

The toothless old man laughed for a while. He had dealt with Ma Wenhan several times and could feel that every time he met the latter, the old man's foundation-building skills would become weaker.

This is a state where Qi and blood have declined. The abilities of the Four Pavilions cannot be used at all, so there is no need to be afraid of anything.

The old woman and Mr. Feng had not yet completely believed it. After locking their eyes on Ma Wenhan and staring at him for a few breaths, their expressions became much more relaxed.

The Ma family members outside the formation were unaware of this, but their morale was boosted by the powerful action of their ancestor.

Magical instruments and talismans fell onto the spiritual light of the formation one after another, which seemed to create ripples on the calm surface of a lake, and was very beautiful.

But the Mijiazhai wizard soldiers in the formation would not sit still and wait for death. Although their realm was lower, they could use the power of the formation to constantly fight back against the Ma family monks.

For a moment, talismans and spells flew everywhere outside the formation, and broken limbs and arms scattered everywhere.

Although more than 200 members of the Ma family suffered many casualties, they showed no intention of retreating.

Although his disciples cannot be considered elite among the foundation-building clans, they should not be underestimated when they risk their lives to fight with all their might.

Even though the wizard soldiers in the village were fighting hard, and even though the protective formation of Mijia Village was of a high grade, the spiritual light above the protective shield of the formation began to gradually dim.

The head of the Mi family was so angry that his eyes burst into tears and he kept shouting. If this continued, the protective formation of the Mi family village would be broken by the Ma family within ten days.

However, the three foundation-building cultivators who were hired at a high price by the Mi family did not make any move. They all ignored Ma Wenhan and kept their eyes on the other three foundation-building cultivators, including Kang Dabao.

The spiritual power in the body of a young Qi-training cultivator was not much to begin with, and he could not withstand too long of a fight. After fighting for nearly a cup of tea, the spiritual power of the cultivators at the front of both sides gradually weakened.

Just at this moment, "Bang! Bang! Bang!" three huge crossbow arrows hit the Mi Family Village formation one after another. Not only was the Mi Family leader who was in charge of the formation caught off guard, but even the three Foundation Establishment cultivators including the old man surnamed Feng had never expected that such a sudden change would occur.

A group of witch soldiers who were just about to withdraw from the front of the formation were knocked down by these three crossbow arrows. After several breaths, few of them could be seen climbing up. It was unknown how many were injured or dead.

"You have a plan, but I have a way to get over the wall." Kang Dabao nodded slightly. This time, he caught the Mijiazhai side off guard and barely made up for the loss that the Ma family monks had suffered from the "Soul-Burning Witch Fire".

"Star-shooting crossbow!" the toothless old man exclaimed, not knowing whether he had some unpleasant story with this spirit.

The master surnamed Feng and the old woman beside him also frowned. The details of the battle between the state court and the Qingyun League at Xiaowu Mountain had already been sorted out and spread by someone with ulterior motives.

Not only was the battle between Sima Fei and the fake elixir master of Liangyi Sect described in detail, but even the entire battle formation on the Jiazixu Hill was also clearly sorted out.

However, both the foundation-building cultivator surnamed Feng and the old woman knew that one of the foundation-building cultivators from the Qingyun League who was killed by the Chongming Sect had suffered a loss from the Shooting Star Crossbow.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!" Three crossbows were fired again, but this time the three arrows were not as lucky as the previous three.

The toothless old man took out a black bowl to block one of the swords, the old woman summoned a brocade handkerchief to cover one of the swords, and a mysterious light appeared in the eyes of the Feng foundation-building cultivator, which also covered one of the swords.

The first crossbow arrow shattered, leaving a dent on the surface of the black bowl, and it flew back into the toothless old man's hand, turning the latter's palm black and purple as he received the bowl.

The second crossbow arrow was bent by the brocade handkerchief. The spiritual wood arrow shaft could not bear it anymore and suddenly exploded, with wooden thorns flying out from the gap.

A monk from the Ma family who was standing far away was unlucky. The wooden splinter pierced his thick neck diagonally, and he was nailed to the ground. There was no way he could survive with such an injury.

The third crossbow arrow seemed to be the most ferocious, but once it was covered by the mysterious light of the cultivator named Feng, it could no longer move forward. After a while of grinding, it was still completely transformed into bits of residue that fell to the ground.

Upon seeing this situation, Sect Leader Kang sighed. The Star-Shooting Crossbow he had moved out from the Pingrong County Arsenal was broken after all. If there was an intact one next to it, even if there were three Foundation Establishment cultivators in the Mi Family Village formation, it would not be possible for them to be so relaxed.

Kang Dabao took down the crossbow and gave his position to Pei Que.

The latter has made some progress in practicing the top-grade pupil technique of the wild grade "Yingxu". Compared with other disciples, he is much more adept at handling the Star-Shooting Crossbow.

However, Pei Que had only reached the fifth level of Qi training, and the spiritual power in his body could only shoot one arrow. But he could not rest while training the crossbow, so Master Kang arranged the disciples in order and waited for orders.

Of course, Kang Dabao did this on purpose. After all, the cultivation of the disciples of Chongming Sect was not outstanding. It was much safer to hide behind the formation and shoot arrows than to fight to the death in front of the formation.

If these Chongming disciples can make the most of a broken Star-shooting Crossbow, then the effect will definitely be greater than letting them fight in the battlefield.

Even if Ma Wenhan comes to him at that time, Kang Dabao will not be afraid of having no reason to talk.

The cultivation level of the wizards from Mijia Village was ultimately much lower than that of the monks from Ma Family. After repeated fierce attacks, the wizards guarding the nodes of the formation had been replaced by a new round.

As a last resort, even the toothless old man collected the damaged black bowl and set up a key formation base for Mijiazhai, which finally stopped the decline of the wizard soldiers.

The disciples of Chongming held the Huiling Pill in their mouths and shot out crossbow arrows one after another, but they were all blocked by the old woman and the Feng foundation-building cultivator in turn.

Although the Star-Shooting Crossbow was stopped from making another move, the expressions of the two Foundation Establishment cultivators did not look good.

Although Chong Mingzong's Star-Shooting Crossbow was of inferior quality and far inferior to the genuine crossbow that the provincial court temporarily allocated to Chong Mingzong at that time, its power should not be underestimated. No one could stop it except them.

In such a short time, Chongming Sect managed to pin the old woman and the two men here with only a dozen Qi-cultivating monks. This was a huge advantage.

But Feng, the foundation-building master, would not allow Chongming Sect to take advantage of him any more. He was very skilled and bold, so he called out to the old woman, "Thank you for your hard work, fellow Daoist."

Then he turned to the anxious Mi family boss and shouted, "Set the fire!"

A trace of heartache appeared on the latter's face, but his movements were not slow. He twisted his fingers and shouted loudly, and a huge amount of witch fire rolled out. The purple barrier formed by Ma Wenhan's spiritual bell sound pattern could not stop the witch fire for too long and was swallowed up completely.

When the Ma family monks behind the barrier saw the witch fire coming, they thought of their fellow tribesmen who had been burned to death on the spot before, and their hot heads cooled down. They were so frightened that they used all means to retreat back to the formation.

As the leading Ma family cultivators retreated, the Mi family leader was feeling sad that the witch fire failed to kill several Ma family cultivators, but then he saw Feng, the foundation-building cultivator, pointing at the witch soldiers guarding the formation beside him and spoke a few words quickly.

After hearing this, Wu Bing was shocked, and even the witch characters on his face seemed to be frightened a little. However, he turned his head and saw that the head of the Mi family had no intention of stopping it.

The witch soldier immediately put down his spiritual spell and gave up his position.

The Ma family monks outside the formation had not yet recovered from the panic of the soul-burning witch fire, but a gap the height of a person suddenly appeared in the Mi family formation.

Ma Wenhan, who had been paying attention to the changes in the formation, had no time to be surprised before he saw a figure rushing out of the formation.

"Not good!" Ma Wenhan exclaimed. The Ma family disciples surrounding the formation reacted quickly. When they saw someone leaving the formation, they threw a flood of talismans and magic tools at them.

Nearly a hundred beams of mysterious light were seen randomly crowded together, as if to blow the air around Mr. Feng's foundation into pieces.

But Feng's foundation-building skills were ghostly and he had the upper hand. Wearing only a piece of golden armor, he absorbed a few Qi-training spiritual lights and was about to rush out of the formation and pounce in front of Ma Wenhan.

Ma Wenhan's body movements were inferior to Feng's foundation building, and his cultivation skills were even worse.

Seeing that this old cultivator, who only had a few days left to live, was about to be intercepted by the vicious foundation-building man named Feng. One of them was old and weak, while the other was full of blood; one was dying, while the other was full of murderous aura.

If Ma Wenhan was really stopped by Feng, he would probably die before two rounds.

Ma Wenhan could feel the hot air exhaled from Feng's mouth until his back. A white mist blocked Feng's foundation. The mysterious light of his pupil technique hastily stimulated by the latter collided with the sword energy, but it was evenly matched.

The remaining sword energy blew over, and the golden armor of Feng, who was building his foundation, made a crackling sound.

He was decisive, seeing that Jiang Qing came so quickly and his methods were much more sharp than he had expected.

It seems that the plan to capture Ma Wenhan and force Chong Mingzong to retreat will definitely not be realized.

Mr. Feng was a bachelor in the foundation-building stage. Since this adventure had already failed, he turned around without a second thought and was about to escape back into the formation.

The Ma family disciples at the back were afraid that something might happen to their ancestor, so they were worried and confused. They made mistakes in their haste and messed up the formation. They just gathered around to rescue people, but were killed by Feng, who used his pupil technique to disperse one wave of them, and then killed another wave with his mandarin duck hooks.

Broken swords, broken shields, organs and body parts rolled everywhere, making the ground under the Ma family disciples half copper and iron scraps and half fishy and slippery.

Ma Wenhan was so angry that his teeth were bloodshot. He risked his life and exhaled a breath of golden air to hit the bronze bell.

The melodious sound of the bell made Feng, who was building his foundation, lose his concentration a little. He was a step slower and was caught up by Jiang Qing's sword.

This time, Feng, who was building his foundation, was caught off guard and was hit by the sword light. He was knocked back and was intercepted by several disciples of the Ma family. He was also hit by several Five Elements Taoist spells.

Even the golden armor had lost its former luster, was covered with scratches and had lost its color.

Jiang Qing would not miss this opportunity. He rushed forward, but was blocked by Feng's foundation-building pupil technique.

The Ma family monks who came after the latter did not gain any advantage. A pair of silver wings, sharp as knives, appeared behind the golden armor of Feng, who was building his foundation. With just a few slaps and blows, they repelled the first few Ma family monks who pounced on him.

The current situation of these Ma family monks was extremely miserable. After being swept by the dense and thin silver feathers, it was difficult to find a piece of good meat on their bodies.

There was a female cultivator who originally had a beautiful appearance, but now both of her ears and nose were scraped off, and half of her beautiful eyes were scraped off, with silver blood oozing out of them. She was wailing in pain.

Someone who used to admire her came over to give her some painkillers, but before everyone gathered around, they heard the female cultivator forcibly stop her screams, and a spiritual light appeared in her palm, which she slapped hard on her heart meridian.

The jade is gone and the fragrance is gone, leaving only a shadow of the past.

"No!" At this point in the battle, even Jiang Qing, who had never been very sensitive to matters of battle formations, sensed something was wrong.

Mr. Feng's foundation-building skills and magic weapons are all very good. The disciples of other families cannot hold him back without forming a formation. Having more people is useless, and it makes Jiang Qing cautious when drawing his sword.

Mr. Feng wanted to leave, but Jiang Qing stopped him with his sword.

The former swung his body sideways, and countless silver feathers shot out. The light of the Bailu sword was crisscrossed and formed a dense net. It did not repel Jiang Qing, but it swept away the Ma family monks beside the two of them, freeing up a large open space.

"Senior Ma, order all the fellow Taoists of the Ma family to form a formation!" Sect Leader Kang asked Shan Sheng to stay behind to take care of his own disciples and the Star-Shooting Crossbow, but he finally caught up.

The Mo Yuan flag flew out of his hand, and the tip of the flagpole almost went straight into the gap between the leaves of Feng's golden armor.

It was just a little short, Kang Dabao said it was a pity. Seeing the head of Mo Yuan's flagpole pass through the golden armor leaves, golden stars splashed, but a black color fell.

This is the rod head that has been soaked in the poison glands of a low-grade third-level cloud python. If it were to pierce into the flesh of Feng, who is building his foundation, he would be in great pain.

Sect Leader Kang took the Mo Yuan flag back and looked at it again, feeling that it was too late to give this reminder.

Ma Wenhan doesn't have the ability to identify the battle situation, but the Mi family boss does.

Under such circumstances, he still asked the toothless old man to guard the base of the formation, and asked the foundation-building old woman to intercept the crossbow arrows. However, he dared to abandon the formation and led the hundred wizards with the highest cultivation to charge out.

The cultivation base of these one hundred wizard soldiers is not high, and most of them are only in the initial or middle stage of Qi training.

However, the skills they practiced and the magical weapons they carried were of the same lineage. They all held human skin shields, bird bone plates around their necks, gabardine belts around their waists, and held animal tail whips upside down.

Hundreds of people advanced and retreated together, chanting magic spells in unison. The beast-blood magic symbols smeared on their bodies emitted large amounts of red blood vapor, which made the Ma family cultivators in front of them pale and their hands and feet cold.

Seeing that the Ma family monks were in disarray, they were instantly dispersed by the hundreds of weak wizard soldiers. Occasionally, there were two younger generations who had not lost their courage but were also rushed up by the wizard soldiers and beaten into a pulp.

Ma Wenhan was furious, and actually abandoned the formation and flew over alone. The magic fan was in the hands of the old cultivator again, and this time before he could change the size, the beast tail whips of the hundred wizard soldiers had already lashed out in unison.

The copper bell expanded to a square of ten feet to block the attack, but was whipped by the hundred beast tail whips, making clanging noises, and fell back into Ma Wenhan's hands. The ancestor of the Ma family was shocked to the point of bleeding from the corners of his mouth, and he put away his spiritual weapon as a precaution, not daring to act rashly again.

"He is worthy of being the Mi family wizard who can force back two foundation-building warriors! He really has some of the demeanor of elite mountain soldiers as described in the classics." Kang Dabao ignored the dejected look on Ma Wenhan's face and praised him again in his heart.

Mo Yuanqi was still dealing with Feng's foundation building together with Jiang Qing, and had no time to spare, so he summoned out the Divine Lock again and attacked fiercely.

The head of the Mi family was walking in front of the wizard soldiers. Seeing this, he was not panicked. He just shouted in a low voice: "Wind!"

"Wind!" the wizards shouted in unison.

The bird bones on the neck fell off the bone chain, floated to the front of the formation in rows, and formed a two-meter-wide black bird shield, which steadily caught the God-killing Lock.

The shield scattered like bones and flew back one after another. The wizard army array was shaken and retreated several steps. The divine lock swung back into his hand, but the head of Kangda was shaken so much that his muscles and veins ached.

The head of the Mi family was surprised. How come Kang Dabao has only been building his foundation for a few days? Why does he feel that his spiritual power is even stronger than those two who had been building their foundation for years and were defeated in the Mi Family Village?

He came out to support Feng, who was practicing foundation building, not to fight with so many true foundation building practitioners.

Since Kang Dabao is not a soft persimmon like Ma Wenhan, just return him.

The head of the Mi family thought so, but it happened that the head of the Kang family was also an old soldier with some military experience. When the wizard team retreated, he swept his magic eyes, found a flaw, and broke into the formation with his golden eyes.

The tight formation of the Mi family collapsed, and at least twenty or thirty wizards were intercepted by Kang Dabao.

Sect Leader Kang intercepted the witch soldiers, but was in no hurry to act. He waited for the leader of the Mi family to come to the rescue. However, the latter also knew the principle of cutting off one's own arm, so he returned to the battle with the remaining troops without looking back.

At this time, the Ma family cultivator who was beside Feng who was building his foundation had been killed by the wizard soldiers. His movements were ghostly and he was thinking of retreating.

Even though Jiang Qing's flying sword was quite sharp, and with the help of Sect Leader Kang, he couldn't stop him. He could only watch as Feng, the foundation-building master, stepped back into the formation ahead of the witch soldiers.

It was at this time that Kang Dabao dealt with the wizard soldiers who had been intercepted one by one. Without a formation, it would be as easy as cutting melons and vegetables.

After doing this, he looked around again. Although Feng's foundation-building cultivator came out suddenly, the melee did not last long. However, the casualties of the cultivators on both sides added up to more than a hundred people.

To be honest, the losses of the Ma family monks were probably even greater, but it was not a good time to fight again and they had to reorganize first.

The blood and flesh of both sides on the battlefield were all mixed together, and there was no time to clean them up, causing a red-collared falcon that came from afar overhead to let out a cheerful eagle cry.

Ma Wenhan felt a pain in his heart from the eagle's cry. He could only sigh and looked back at the Ma family members wailing on the ground, without saying a word for a long time.

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