Starting from the Tiger Demon Yaksha, the demon immortality

Chapter 109 108 Floor Viewing Taoism, Taiyi Zhenren
"Master Cui!"

Li Cunxiao followed the caravan for more than half an hour and saw a group of knights running towards him from afar.

When I got closer, I saw that it was the Cui brothers.

There were twenty or thirty people behind him, all of them were strong men with muscular bodies, and the carriages behind them were carrying food, armor and equipment.

"Cui Da, Cui Er."

Zhang Lishi also breathed a sigh of relief when he saw his two old friends.

Shi Tie was injured, but fortunately it was just an overdrawn injury, not a broken arm or leg.

There are still a lot of Zhu Yu grass. After a few of them are stuffed in and trimmed, they will be as vigorous as dragons and tigers again.

However, no matter how short the time is, there is always a window of opportunity. Now with the Cui brothers, the former can concentrate on healing.

Similarly, the arrival of the Cui brothers also gave the other people in the escort agency a shot of adrenaline, and the anxiety and fear on their faces faded visibly.

"A cunning rabbit has three burrows. It seems that besides the city, Master also has a number of soldiers in the manor. This is the way of prudence and foresight."

"Combining the two groups, there are about 70 or 80 people who can fight."

Although it seems that none of them have exceeded the Qi and Blood realm, to be cruel, having more people can delay a little more time when escaping.

After the two teams joined together, their speed did not slow down, but instead increased.

Murong Bo and others are not fools. If they find that something is wrong, they will definitely chase and kill them immediately.

When a large group of people march, the traces left behind cannot be concealed at all.

We can only race against time to get ahead of the other families in the inner city.

The longer it drags on, the more likely the Ming Cult outside the city will discover it, and they will never allow the troops inside the city to act recklessly.

Whether it is a three-way fight or a quarrel between the snipe and the clam, there will always be a chance to leave.

"what is going on?"

Cui Yao was patrolling around the troops with a spear in hand. Cui Wei took advantage of this opportunity to ride his horse to Zhang Lishi's side.

"You can ask Sanlang about this."

The situation was urgent at the time, and Zhang Yuelu couldn't explain too much in such a short time.

Zhang Lishi also had doubts, but after realizing the crisis, he made a prompt decision.

"Master, uncle. My senior brother and I went to get a prescription for my master's wife to help her with her pregnancy."

"Who knew that Murong Bo would suddenly attack Ye Zhiqiu?"

".After I sent my sister-in-law and senior sister back, I went back immediately."

".I killed those two with the Dragon Sparrow Sword, and then I met Master."

Li Cunxiao explained the whole story in a few words. At this point, there was nothing to hide about his fighting ability.

After listening to this, Zhang Lishi and Cui Wei remained silent for a long time, looking at him as if he were a monster.

"The young are really formidable," Cui Wei was the first to sigh.

Killing internal organs at the muscle realm is a remarkable feat, even if one uses a magic treasure.

In fact, a killing weapon like magic treasure is not something that a muscle warrior can use freely.

The fact that Li Cunxiao was not drained of blood was enough to show that he had abundant blood and energy, far exceeding that of ordinary warriors.

He had been in Weizhou for more than ten years and had never heard of such a thing.

"You mean, the Dragon Sparrow Sword has minimal effect on your mind?"

Zhang Lishi was no less shocked than Cui Wei.

He was someone who had personally used the Dragon Sparrow Sword, so how could he not know the evil nature of this thing?

Although the method of refining demons into treasures can easily create a killing weapon, the more people are killed, the stronger the demon inside will become. Sometimes, this speed will even exceed the growth rate of the warrior.

The best portrayal of this is the story in those vernacular stories where one accidentally picks up a magic sword or magic knife and the resulting change in personality.

"It still has an effect, probably like a bug buzzing in your ear?"

Li Cunxiao was not sure either, because he was the only one who had ever controlled the devil, and the devil had never ridden on his head.

Zhang Lishi's expression became even more complicated. At this time, Cui Yao came on horseback and said that the scouts behind him did not find any pursuers.

"They were probably stopped by the Ming Cult," Cui Yao said with a slightly relieved expression.

Zhang Lishi was silent for a moment before he looked at Li Cunxiao as if he had made up his mind.

"While Murong Bo is being held back, let's hurry on."

"I'll go see my wife first. Sanlang, come see me later. I have something to tell you."

After saying that, he added another sentence.

"It's about your practice."

Li Cunxiao nodded heavily.

"Wu Yuan, I'm not here to cause you any trouble today, get out of here!"

Murong Bai had a blank expression on his face. He was fully armed, holding a long-handled melon hammer in his hand, and leading his men to confront a group of Mingjiao members in white clothes and black hats.

"That's an interesting thing to say, as if my brothers and sisters in the Holy Church should be grateful if you, County Master Murong, don't cause me any trouble."

Although Wu Yuan's troops were not well-organized, their numbers were several times that of the inner city.

Moreover, the eyes of these people were full of fanaticism and hatred, and they were obviously the believers with firm faith.

"Murong Bo, do you think that if you send troops every now and then and send a bunch of henchmen to suppress us, we will stop?"

"Do you think that if you cut off our heads and build a memorial for them, we'll be terrified?"

"Do you think that after you've taken away everyone's land, leaving them with nowhere to live, their families broken up, and their children sold to make a living, you can still ride your horse leisurely over the land where those tragically killed people are buried as if nothing happened?!!!!
Wu Yuan's words became more passionate than the last, and finally turned into an angry roar, igniting the hatred of everyone behind him.

If they were not desperate, who would be willing to rebel with their head on the belt?

Everyone says that the Ming Sect is a demonic cult, but why is it that despite being eradicated year after year, it is still like a weed that can never be eradicated?

Could it be that Wu Yuan, Monk Kong and other altar masters and incense masters are really messengers of gods and Buddhas?
Could it be that his words really have some magic power that can make people obey him, do as he says, and not even fear death?
"It's not that we are not afraid of death, it's that we will die if we don't rebel!"

"The culprit of all this is right in front of us, brothers and sisters, follow me and kill him!"

"Kill all these flesh-eating, blood-drinking beasts, break into Chuqiu City, and take back what belongs to us!!"

"kill!!!!!"

The noisy sound was like the rolling waves of the sea. The cavalrymen in the inner city felt their hearts beating like drums. Even the throbbing veins on the faces of the untouchables were clearly visible.

Some people swallowed their saliva involuntarily, while others were trembling and wanted to leave first.

It is true that they are experts in the Qi and Blood realm, but with more than a hundred people, I am afraid they can be torn into pieces of meat just by biting them with their mouths.

A warrior with Qi and blood is invulnerable to swords and guns, right?

"A bunch of ants. What does their life or death have to do with me?"

Murong Bo's expression remained as cold as ever, without any fluctuation.

When his son died, his ambitions seemed to have died with him.

At this moment, he no longer wanted to establish his own territory or become the king. Only cold hatred flowed in his veins and only deep pain lingered in his heart.

He will kill anyone who stands in his way of revenge. "Xiao Yan, give me the Blood Demon Arrow."

Xiao Yan hesitated when he heard this.

The Blood Demon Arrow is the Xiao family's heirloom magic treasure. Every time one is used, one less arrow is left. Unlike Zhang Lishi's Wind-Fixing Bead and Dragon Sparrow Sword, they become stronger as he kills.

However, the head of the family, Ye Zhiqiu, and the eldest son, Ye Rongzu, were dead, and no one in the Ye family could find the family heirloom magic treasure in a short period of time.

In order to cure his son's illness, Murong Bo took out the two family heirlooms and exchanged them for a cassock.

Now, among the three families in the inner city, he is the only one who has the magic treasure.

"I said, give me the arrow."

Murong Bo still had no expression on his face, but there was a hint of murderous intent in the depths of his eyes, which made Xiao Yan's face shrink. He took out three heavy black arrows and handed them out.

Han Yu and Shen Peng said nothing and turned a blind eye to Murong Bo's robbery behavior, simply because they and Murong Bo shared the same plight.

The heads of three big families came together, but couldn't even have a son?

How can I not take revenge for such a deep hatred?
A foot and a half long heavy arrow was placed on the bowstring, and strange blood-colored patterns extended from the tail feathers to the arrowhead.

The air exploded, and the compressed airflow even formed a sharp cone in front of the arrow. Wu Yuan was not afraid at all when seeing this. He took off the golden robes that were just for decoration, revealing a black lacquered armor underneath, on which the shadow of the bull-headed ghost flickered faintly.

The Ming Cult is a world-famous rebel after all. As the leader of the sect, how come he can't get any magic treasure?
The Ming Cult had been frequently raided in the inner city recently. As the leader of the sect, Wu Yuan had been holding back his anger for a long time, but he had just laid out his hidden troops and waited patiently.

Upon hearing that Murong Bo was only taking three family heads out of the city, Wu Yuan immediately made a decision and led his elite troops to intercept them.

He didn't care about the Flying Tiger Escort Agency. Now that he left, there was only one enemy left.

"Murong Bo, prepare to die!"

".Subdue the Haimu and transform the demon into a Buddha. The Murong family's Red Marrow True Art is far more powerful than the Ye family's White Ape Cannon Hammer."

"What Murong Bo said back then was not an exaggeration."

Under the flickering campfire, Li Cunxiao put away the charcoal pencil, folded the two copied secret books, and quietly stuffed them into his brother's small bag.

There were not only banknotes and emergency medicines, but also all the secret books he had obtained before.

After reading it over and over again, Li Cunxiao had already memorized it. These were the last resort he left for Mu Cha.

In case the two brothers were accidentally separated, with these things, the younger brother could also try to learn martial arts to protect himself.

But that's the worst-case scenario.

"Now the Vajra is suppressing Murong Bo and Ye Zhiqiu, two demons at the organ level, as well as Ye Rongzu, a demon at the muscle level."

"Based on previous experience with taking water goblin meat, a demon or warrior one major realm higher than mine can provide almost twice as much evil energy."

"That is to say, after refining, it will break through the barrier at least once, or more often, twice."

"In this way, even without the Little Yaksha Sword Technique, I can use the powerful Vajra Palm, which has reached the muscle realm, to directly penetrate the internal organs."

"However, judging by Master Zhang's previous behavior, I think we can save this evil energy. Then we can directly refine the eye acupoints and cultivate the liver in one step."

Li Cunxiao pondered silently, then stood up and walked through the escorts on duty.

The news that he had killed two internal organ warriors in broad daylight spread, and when people looked at him again, they seemed to have the same respect as when they faced the Cui brothers and Shi Tie.

It seemed that as long as he stood up straight and showed a calm expression, he could inject new strength into these people who had left their homes.

"Brother, Master asked me to come find you."

Ye Chengxiao had a similar expression on his face, but after getting closer, he added:
"Thank you, Senior Brother, for killing Ye Rongzu and his son and avenging my family!"

Li Cunxiao nodded slightly and patted the other person's shoulder.

After walking a few more steps, he saw Zhang Lishi sitting outside the tent, and Zhang Yuelu was whispering something to him next to him.

Needless to say, the person in the tent must be Mrs. Zhang.

Not all members of the team are warriors. Women, children, the elderly and the young cannot withstand the overnight journey, especially pregnant women.

Even though Madam Zhang is a martial artist who controls her qi and blood, she is now six months pregnant, and the fact that she can jog for a few minutes is all thanks to her martial arts.

What's more, demons roam around at night, and if you rush on your way, you may end up in trouble.

"Your eldest brother's injuries aren't serious. He's taken some spiritual herbs, and after a night of recuperation, his fighting strength will be almost fully restored."

Taking his eyes away from his daughter's back, Zhang Lishi turned around and said this.

This may be the best news since leaving Chuqiu City.

As long as Murong Bo didn't go crazy and send out all his elite troops, in order to prevent the Ming Cult from attacking the city, including himself, at most only four or five people could leave the city, which was equal to the strength of the escort agency.

"Sanlang, Master shouldn't have doubted you before. This matter was my fault."

Li Cunxiao was shocked when he heard this, but Zhang Lishi seemed to have unloaded a burden after he said this, and his face looked a little more relaxed.

"Murong Bai's fighting ability is comparable to mine, and his martial arts training is even more impressive."

"There will inevitably be a battle between us, and it's hard to say who will live and who will die."

"So there are some things I need to tell you now."

Li Cunxiao didn't know what to say for a moment. Fortunately, Zhang Lishi didn't need comforting either:
"The reason I hesitated to teach you the Yasha sword technique was because of your future."

"Do you think that a warrior who practices multiple martial arts and receives the blessings of multiple demons will be stronger than other ordinary warriors?"

His heart seemed to skip a beat, and Li Cunxiao almost thought that his biggest secret was exposed, but Zhang Lishi continued:

". Just like me and your elder brother. With the Tiger Demon Yaksha on our bodies, we have bones of steel and are as fast as the wind. Do you think this is very strong?"

"It is indeed strong, but it is only temporary."

"You've seen how difficult it was for me to break through the Huangting, but this is just one of the disadvantages of studying miscellaneous subjects."

"The second disadvantage will not manifest until you reach the Huangting realm."

Li Cunxiao immediately asked, "What is it?"

"True Qi," Zhang Lishi's face was full of melancholy.

"Practicing martial arts at the same time will cause the demons to repel each other, making it difficult to cultivate true qi."

"Even if it is cultivated, it will be more complex than the true qi cultivated by a single demon."

"The mixed Qi is too fragile. When fighting with others, it is very easy to be broken. Whether attacking or defending, you will suffer a great loss!"

"This is why I don't want to teach you the Yasha sword technique."

what?
Li Cunxiao's heart sank suddenly. He never expected that his great cause of learning all the martial arts in the world and empowering thousands of demons would end just as it began.

But then he thought again, since he had the Vajra with him, he could refine these demons at any time, and he could still improve his internal organs first, thus solving the urgent problem.

When needed in the future, you can refine the demon head again, and the demon head will return to evil spirit. Isn't this equivalent to a free experience card for the internal organs realm?

"Master, so you mean there's a sequel to the Tiger Demon Fist?"

This sentence touches upon Zhang Lishi's adventures in his early years and the origin of his martial arts life, a secret he has never revealed.

But this time he didn't hide it at all, "Yes."

"The senior who taught me the Tiger Demon Fist came from Louguan Dao, one of the most sacred Taoist sites in the world."

"He asked me to call him Taiyi Zhenren."

(End of this chapter)