Starting from the Tiger Demon Yaksha, the demon immortality

Chapter 104 103 Escort

what? !

Zhang and Chen, who were feeling very proud and were only ten feet away from Mr. He's carriage, were suddenly startled.

Their two families were originally small families in the inner city. Seeing that great changes were coming, they naturally leaned towards the seven families in the inner city with the idea of ​​relying on the strong.

Unfortunately, the thresholds of Murong and other three companies were too high, so they had to settle for the next best thing.

When he heard that the Han family was taking over the grain shops in the outer city, he went to the Han family.

During this period, the Zhang and Chen families were able to make a lot of money thanks to the support of their powerful backers.

Even the He family's good grain shop, which could once compete with them, has now declined.

However, human greed is like a snake swallowing an elephant. After eating up the grain shop, they were still not satisfied, so they set their sights on Mr. He's life savings.

After all, the grain shop had to pay tribute to the Han family, but after killing Mr. He's family, the wealth would be his.

So when the He family's convoy left the city, the two families immediately brought people to follow.

The robbery and murder should have gone smoothly, but Yang Dazhi shouted and a group of Mingjiao followers in white clothes and black hats rushed out from all directions and surrounded them in a blink of an eye. The two were stunned for a moment.

Yang Dazhi, you, a man with thick eyebrows and big eyes, actually colluded with outsiders?!

"Ming Envoy! This way!"

With a flattering smile on his face, Yang Dazhi actually dismounted from his horse and walked up to a leading believer with triangular eyes to lead the way.

"Brother Yang, you are one of us from today on. Just call me Master Wei Xiang."

"Master Wei," Yang Dazhi rubbed his hands, ignoring the He family's convoy and the more than 20 people from the Zhang and Chen families who were surrounded behind him.

"Look, here are the secret manuals and secret medicines that you promised me."

Yang Dazhi is thirty-five or thirty-six years old. He has achieved great success in the second level of cultivation. Back then, he was a well-known figure in the surrounding area.

Unfortunately, his martial arts skills were incomplete, he had no future, and he couldn't get any secret medicine, so his cultivation progress was slow.

Seeing that the He family was close to Li Cunxiao, he had asked Mr. He to help him get some secret medicine for the Tiger Demon Fist.

Mr. He politely declined and offered some silver as a consolation, but Yang Dazhi was still upset.

Therefore, when the Ming Cult members showed up at his home late at night and made an offer that he could not refuse, he agreed without a second thought.

Thirty-five or thirty-six years old is the age when warriors strive for success. Yang Dazhi feels that if he works hard, he may be able to touch the threshold of the internal organs realm.

"I'll give you the secret medicine when I get back to the sect. Take the copy of the secret book first."

Wei Xiangzhu took out a thin booklet. Yang Dazhi reached out to take it, but found that he couldn't pull it apart.

An inexplicable smile appeared in those triangular eyes, "What a coincidence."

"I recently completed the third level of training and was also granted the training method for the internal organs realm by the sect."

Yang Dazhi understood what he said and bowed down:
"I will follow the leader's lead! I will go through fire and water without hesitation!"

Master Wei Xiang showed a satisfied look, and this time he took the initiative to put the secret book into the other party's arms.

"You are still the incense master now, but don't make a fool of yourself when you return to the sect."

The two of them were chatting and laughing, completely ignoring the men from He, Zhang and Chen's families standing beside them.

The two family heads' faces turned pale, but they did not dare to act rashly.

The opponent has perfected his three trainings and can beat the two of them alone, not to mention the villain Yang Dazhi.

I'm afraid I'm in trouble this time!

"Master He, you've been sitting in there for so long, don't you want to come out and get some fresh air?"

Wei Xiangzhu was full of pride. The struggle between the Ming Cult and the inner city became more intense, and supplies were also blocked.

This time, thanks to the spies in the city, if we can seize the He family’s wealth, it will definitely be a great achievement.

"Master He?"

Wei Xiangzhu shouted several times, but the carriage was completely silent, and he felt a little embarrassed.

Seeing this, Yang Dazhi, with a fierce exterior but a weak heart, stepped forward and lifted the curtain:

"Old man, don't be shameless. Why is it you? Where is old man He?!"

Wei Xiangzhu's face changed, and his palms were coated with light gold. He waved his palms, and the wind whistled, smashing the hardwood carriage into pieces in a few strokes, revealing the figure of an old man wearing a beard hat inside.

He is the old housekeeper of the He Mansion.

Yang Dazhi's face turned pale with rage and he grabbed him up, feeling anxious and afraid.

"Tell me quickly, where are Old Man He and his son?!"

Steward He was breathing hard, but he smiled contentedly:
"The master has long seen that you have evil intentions. Haha, cough, you won't find it."

"Master, Young Master, and the old Patriarch, I have repaid the great kindness of the He family for saving my life."

After saying this, black blood flowed out of his seven orifices, and he died of poison.

"What a loyal servant," Wei Xiangzhu showed some admiration, but Yang Dazhi felt bitter in his heart.

At this time, the two heads of the Chen and Zhang families took advantage of this opportunity to attack, abandoning the servants they brought with them and turned around and ran away.

However, before he had run a hundred steps, a strong wind blew from behind him.

puff!puff!
There were two muffled thuds, and the two family heads fell to the ground, spitting blood from their mouths. Looking at Wei Xiangzhu, whose palms were pale gold, they could not help but show despair:
"Master Wei, aren't you here to seek wealth?"

"The He family's wealth is all here, so why not let us go?"

"Who said I was asking for money?"

Wei Xiangzhu's voice sounded like the friction between metal and iron. His body grew an inch taller with every step he took, and in the blink of an eye he turned into a two-meter-tall bronze man.

His five muscular fingers lifted the two people as if they were lifting two little chickens.

"Wealth is certainly important to the Holy Church's cause, but what we value more is talent!"

"The seven families in the inner city are just bones in a tomb. Sooner or later, Chuqiu will become part of the great cause."

"By then, someone will have to take care of the affairs of this city."

"Mr. He has been running the business here for many years and is quite well-known in the village. I came here to invite him to join us."

"We can also join the Ming Cult and contribute to the great cause of the Holy Cult!"

The two family heads were already talking without thinking in the face of death, but Wei Xiangzhu just turned his head to look at Yang Dazhi, who was sweating profusely and thinking hard.

"Have you thought of where Mr. He might be going?"

"Yes! Yes!"

Yang Dazhi glanced at the He family's convoy and suddenly realized.

"There are two convoys. Why did you boil medicine for Old Man He before? They must be hiding in the convoy behind!"

Upon hearing this, Wei Xiangzhu shook his head.
"Maybe he was still there just now, but he must have slipped away by now. But it doesn't matter."

"Two Patriarchs, come with me to meet your old friends?"

boom!
With a stomp of his feet, the earth and rocks cracked, dust flew into the sky, and the two-meter-tall little golden man leaped three feet and flew away.

Yang Dazhi quickly jumped onto his horse, grabbed his spear, and shouted:
"You guys! Keep an eye on these things!"

"Master Xiang, wait for me!"

"Dad, are you okay?"

Hebi held Mr. He in his arms and whipped the horse hard.

"I can handle it, hurry up!"

"Those two cars will be enough to tow us for a while. Once we cross this path, someone will come to pick us up."

Hebi couldn't help but laugh:

"Dad, you're really amazing!"

"Who would have thought that both cars were fake and that my father and I would have run away long ago!"

However, Mr. He looked sad.

"It's not all fake. At least the first fleet did contain half of our family's savings."

"Only if we take the money and feed the hungry wolves can we survive."

"It's a pity for Old Li. He was already at our house when your father was still alive. Now that we're gone, he's bound to be in great danger."

Hearing his father's sadness, he hurried to comfort him:
"Dad, Uncle Li was already suffering from tuberculosis, and it was grandfather who came to his aid out of kindness."

"Even if this incident hadn't happened, he's nearly sixty years old and his end is near." "He deserves what he deserves. You can't let him down."

"Master He's words make sense!"

The sound was like thunder, exploding in the clear sky, and even the horse under him was frightened and lost its footing.

Fortunately, with the guidance of Li Cunxiao, Hebi had already restored the blood circulation. Although he fell off the horse, he still rolled over and held his father steadily.

After the loud noise, the smoke and dust cleared, and the father and son's hearts sank when they saw the two-meter-tall bronze man.

Poof.

The two family heads were thrown to the ground by Wei Xiangzhu. Their bones seemed to be broken. They looked helplessly at each other as they slowly walked towards the He family father and son.

"Even after all this, they still come to me. Old Li, your death is not worth it."

A flash of sadness flashed across Mr. He's face. He pushed aside his son who was protecting him and said with a bow:
"My dear man, my father and I are just looking for a way to survive. All our family savings are tied up in those carriages."

"Since you have captured Zhang and Chen, and presumably seized all the valuables, why not show some mercy?"

"Personally, I am very happy to show mercy," Wei Xiangzhu was confident of victory. The golden light on his body subsided and his body returned to its normal size.

"But it's not me who needs your help, it's the Holy Church."

Holy religion?

Mr. He immediately had a bad premonition. When he saw the other party pull up the white robe around his waist and put on the black monk's hat, his heart sank.

"Mingjiao?"

"Wei Ting is unworthy, yet I am ashamed to be the incense master. Although the Holy Church is full of experts, it lacks a local sage with a good reputation like Master He."

"Chuqiu will eventually be brought under the wing of the Holy Church. When that happens, someone will need to govern it, right?"

"Mr. He is familiar with the nearby farmland and is kind and generous. People in the surrounding area all call you a kind man."

"If you can rectify the chaos now and become our brothers and sisters, you will also have a good position in the future when you ascend to heaven and become a Buddha."

Wei Xiangzhu felt that he had won the battle, so he acted courteously and showed enough respect to the other party.

But when Mr. He heard this, he felt bitter.

He didn't care about the holy religion or evil cult, he only knew that the Ming Cult and the Inner City were now fighting each other.

He went to great lengths to take his son away because he didn't want to get involved in this mess.

If I follow Master Wei Xiang now, wouldn’t all my efforts be in vain?
If you hide in a den of traitors, you never know when you might get unlucky and lose your head.

It doesn't matter that he is old, but his son has not yet inherited the He family's incense. How can Mr. He be willing to let He Bi step into a den of thieves?

"Master Wei Xiang. I naturally yearn for the great cause of the Holy Religion, but my son is young and impulsive."

"If I let him join the church, I'm afraid it would only cause trouble. It's better to let him go."

Upon hearing this, Master Wei Xiang couldn't help but restrain his smile a little.

Do you really think you can bargain?

Without the proton in your hand, who would believe that you, an old fox, would be loyal and do your job?

"Neither you, father or son, can leave."

"Really? I don't think so."

"Who?!"

A sharp roar echoed through the forest, and Wei Xiangzhu's blood and energy exploded all over his body, and a layer of light golden paint instantly covered his twisted muscles.

The next moment, a two-meter-long spear passed straight across his back, bringing up a string of sparks. The powerful force made Wei Xiangzhu stagger and retreat more than ten steps.

puff.

The spear made a dull sound and penetrated a foot into the rock wall, the barrel still trembling.

"Come out, you're playing tricks!"

A trickle of blood seeped from his chest, and Master Wei Xiang's face suddenly became solemn.

What a quick shot! What a hard shot!
Just a throw was able to break his golden body, what kind of power is this?
"Sir, it's best not to interfere with the affairs of the Ming Cult."

"If you have something to say, why don't you show up?"

Before he finished speaking, a light laugh suddenly sounded in Wei Xiangzhu's ears.

He looked up in horror, only to see a hand as thick as the roots of an ancient tree slap down on his head, a huge shadow obscuring all vision.

"Show yourself? Am I not here?"

boom!
The soil beneath his feet exploded and sank a foot. Wei Xiangzhu crossed his arms above his head and seemed to hear the sound of bones breaking.

The terrifying force was like being pressed down by a mountain. My knees were dug into the soil, as if they had taken root, and I couldn't lift them even an inch.

"you"

The man came without any words, and after a palm strike, he punched again.

Fine, light red scales covered the huge fist, and the air in front of the joints seemed to be squeezed into the shape of a fist.

The moment the huge force was released, a layer of air waves blew the dust on the ground into a circle.

Boom!
Wei Xiangzhu's head was smashed into his chest cavity. Driven by the rapidly flowing blood, the blood broke through his skin and burst into two columns of blood.

Li Cunxiao took a deep breath and felt refreshed in his heart, and all the depressed emotions were swept away.

The third training is complete, that’s all!
"Saburo?"

"Brother Li?!"

The He family father and son showed surprise. Li Cunxiao smiled and nodded at them, then walked towards Zhang and Chen.

The two family heads were horrified and struggled desperately:

"Li Cunxiao, you can't kill me! We didn't attack the He family!"

"The Ming Cult is still pursuing us! Li Sanlang, if I were you, I would take the He family father and son away first. There's no need to do anything bad just because of a momentary impulse!"

"That makes sense," Li Cunxiao walked in front of the two men, his burly body casting a shadow.

"But I don't want to hear it."

His right foot kicked out like lightning, and the two heads exploded instantly, with red and white blood flowing all over the ground.

Li Cunxiao then returned to the He family father and son, bowed and said:
"Uncle, Brother He, I did see the Ming Cult team on the way here."

"This is not the place to talk. I'll take you away first."

Mr. He showed gratitude and patted Li Cunxiao's arm hard.

"I have arranged for someone to pick us up. Sanlang just needs to give us a ride."

As he said that, he took out the map and clicked on one of the marks.

"But the horses have all run away, Dad. I'll carry you on my back."

Before he could finish his words, Li Cunxiao smiled crookedly:
"Don't bother, I'll carry you."

After he finished speaking, a strong energy and blood burst out instantly, blood-red color immediately covered his cheeks, and snake-like blue veins twisted and entangled in his muscles.

The little giant, who was over two meters tall, stretched out his strong arms, gently scooped up the father and son, and held them in his arms.

The He family father and son had never seen Li Cunxiao in such a horrifying state before. They were so shocked that they couldn't close their mouths.

The next moment, the wind was howling, and the scenery in the eyes of the two men instantly turned into shadows that were constantly retreating. The strong wind made Mr. He's loose face tremble violently.

Hebi was startled and quickly helped his father wrap his hat tightly, his lips trembling in the wind.

Although the speed was so fast, Li Cunxiao ran very steadily, and his feet touched the ground lightly.

It seemed like she was not holding two adult men weighing over 100 pounds, but two mice.

With the powerful dynamic vision of his compound eyes, Li Cunxiao can walk through jungles and streams as if they were flat ground.

When the galloping figure stopped at an inn, a strong wind suddenly rushed out from behind Li Cunxiao, blowing the clothes of the group of people waiting there into disarray and their hair into disarray.

"You, who are you?!"

Chai Mao stared at the bloody little giant, stunned and almost running away in fear, when he suddenly heard a familiar voice from the smoke and dust:

"Amao!"

"Uncle?"

(End of this chapter)