Dressed as a playgirl in the immortal world

Chapter 18 Tragic (for collection)

Seeing that the juniors have all run away, the four of them no longer have any scruples, death is their end.

But how to die is up to them to decide.

Mo Jiuzhong sneered: "Don't make useless struggles, you and the person who just ran away will die."

No one can escape from his palm, and it doesn't matter if those little reptiles live a little longer.

"Hmph!" The ancestor of the Ni family stepped forward, "You act against the law, and sooner or later you will end up worse than me."

"This world is a world where the weak prey on the strong. You don't need to tell me these great principles. Which one of you will go first? Or should you go together?"

Mo Jiuzhong was too lazy to talk nonsense and looked directly at the four of them.

"The old man goes first, you follow." The ancestor of the Ni family transported all the spiritual energy in his dantian into spiritual power, directly reversed the spiritual power in the spiritual vein, stirred the spiritual power to form a turbulent energy flow, and the spiritual vein began to swell, gradually his skin also Started to puff up.

He rushed towards Mo Jiuzhong quickly, with a look of death on his face.

"Old Ancestor—" Ni Xinzhi and Patriarch Ni's eyes were flushed, and the old ancestor was about to blow himself up.

"Don't come here." Patriarch Ni Xin yelled, he had already lived for nearly three hundred years, and he was considered the longest-lived person in Lingfeng City. He died so heroically, and it was a well-deserved death.

Mo Jiuchong looked at the patriarch of the Ni family in surprise. Are all these orthodox monks so fearless of death?
He changed his previous indifference and used phantom movement to retreat.

Foundation Establishment Dzogchen blew himself up, and even at the later stage of Jindan, he couldn't be unscathed.

"late."

The ancestor of the Ni family showed a smug smile before he died: "Painting the ground is a prison technique."

Several branches surrounded Mo Jiuchong from all directions, trying to wrap Mo Jiuchong who was trying to escape the explosion range.

Mo Jiuchong looked dignified, and the Undulating Wushuang Yuqin tried his best to play a few sound waves to cut through the vines. As soon as he rushed out of the cage, the ancestor of the Ni family blew himself up not far from him, just in time for Mo Jiuchong to be within the range of the explosion.

A deafening explosion resounded through the sky——

Several people who were desperately fleeing heard the voice.

Lu Changlin stopped moving, and soon continued to run forward.

Zhuzhu looked back at the direction down the mountain and bowed deeply, then held back the soreness on her nose and continued on her way. Unexpectedly, Ni Siqi who was not far behind was crying earth-shatteringly, calling "Old Ancestor" loudly.

Zhuzhu endured it again and again, seeing that Ni Siqi still stayed where he was and cried loudly.

She was so angry that she stepped forward and kicked Ni Siqi's ass: "If you cry here again, the ancestor will really die."

"What... what should we do?" Ni Siqi was frightened by Zhuzhu's ferocious appearance, and gradually stopped crying.

"Run! Run as far as you can. Only by surviving can you have a chance to take revenge."

After Zhuzhu finished speaking, she left him alone and continued to run forward with Huahua.

Although Huahua was carrying the unconscious Ni Sitao on her back, her moving speed was not slow.

Zhuzhu also tried her best to barely follow behind and not fall behind.

But Ni Siqi couldn't take it anymore, after persisting for two quarters of an hour and still getting farther and farther away from Zhuzhu, he had no choice but to call Zhuzhu from behind with a sad face: "Ni Sizhu, wait for me—"

Zhuzhu didn't stop walking but just looked back at him, she spoke mercilessly to the little crying bag who was already thirteen or fourteen years old and seemed to be unweaned: "Except for your close relatives, no one would be willing to wait for you where you are. You can't protect yourself, you can only rely on yourself, take care!"

Seeing that Zhuzhu didn't want to take care of him, Ni Siqi yelled in dissatisfaction: "We are cousins, you are too cold-blooded!"

"It's a church, not a relative."

Zhuzhu gradually went away with the last voice, Ni Siqi looked at the dense forest in front of him, recalled that when he was a child, he heard the legends of all kinds of mountain spirits and wild monsters in Yunwu Mountain, and he was afraid to go in.

He was afraid of being chased and killed by Mo Jiuchong, and also afraid of being eaten by mountain spirits and wild monsters in the deep clouds and mountains. The more afraid he was, the more difficult he was to make a choice.

There is no one around him to rely on, just when he was a little desperate, he suddenly remembered the last words that his ancestor said to him, he is a man, he is a man, he wants to live upright, and he can no longer think about relying on others.

Stopping here and being found by Mo Jiuzhong will undoubtedly die, and there may be hope of surviving in the deep mountains and dense forests.

Ni Siqi gritted his teeth and plunged into the woods...

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The patriarch of the Ni family blew himself up and died, leaving no bones left, which was extremely tragic.

But the person who forced him to sacrifice himself to blew himself up was still standing in front of them.

Apart from the shabby clothes and two bloodstains on his face, there were no other injuries on his body.

But Mo Jiuchong was still very angry. It was always his jade-faced Shura who forced others into embarrassment. Unexpectedly, he was almost seriously injured today by a foundation-building cultivator.

If it weren't for the fifth-order vestment to protect him, he must have suffered some internal injuries from the self-destructive wave of the ancestor of the Ni family right now.

The faces of the other three people were even uglier than Mo Jiuzhong's. They really didn't expect that the self-explosion of the Foundation Establishment Dzogchen monk only caused a little flesh injury to Mo Jiuzhong.

This made them feel humiliated and not worth the heroic sacrifice of the ancestor of the Ni family.

"No, he has a high-level cassock on his body."

Ni Xinzhi is the second person in the Ni family besides the ancestor who is knowledgeable and well-informed.

He could see the problem at a glance, even if Mo Jiuzhong was a real person in the late stage of Jindan, he would definitely suffer internal injuries when fighting against the self-destruction of the Dzogchen monk who established the foundation, and he was within the range of the explosion.

Because the Foundation Establishment Dzogchen expends all of his vitality and blows himself up, which is equivalent to the full-strength move of the Jindan Perfection real person.

Not to mention that Mo Jiuzhong was almost uninjured. The clothes on his body should have been annihilated by flying ash during the explosion, but apart from a few holes, he was still wearing them properly.

"Could it be that the ancestor died in vain?" Patriarch Ni was not reconciled. This guy has high-level equipment, and they are not Mo Jiuzhong's opponents. How should we fight?
"This cassock can't withstand another self-explosion. Big Brother, you and Patriarch Lu are attacking head-on. I will quietly approach him from the side and self-detonation."

"Fourth brother, your cultivation talent is the highest among the brothers, you can't just die like this, I blew myself up."

Patriarch Ni thought of the ashes of his fourth sibling after finishing talking, and handed him to Ni Xinzhi, "This is the ashes of my younger sibling. She committed suicide in order not to drag me down. I didn't have time to stop her. Brother is ashamed of you."

Ni Xinzhi had long expected that his wife might have died, so even though he was heartbroken, he was mentally prepared, and he took his wife's ashes and put them in his arms.

If he blew himself up and died this time, he could still be wiped out with his wife's ashes, and he would be in the same hole after death, and he would have no regrets in his heart: "Brother has already done what he should do as a patriarch, so don't feel guilty, only me A monk who is in the late stage of foundation establishment and close to Dzogchen cultivation level will be more powerful in self-detonation, don't worry, even if he is injured later, he may be difficult to deal with, so it depends on the two of you to stall for time."

Time was running out, and Mo Jiuzhong on the opposite side had already started playing the jade piano again, his hands speeding up a lot, a wave of waves hit, and the three of them were blown to this side, and countless small holes were cut by the sound waves.

Patriarch Lu was even worse. A strong sound wave hit his left shoulder, cutting off half of his shoulder and left arm.

"Ah~~Grandpa fought for you."

Patriarch Lu gritted his teeth and endured the severe pain and stepped forward to block most of the sound waves' attacks, giving Patriarch Ni the opportunity to step forward and use the crescent knife to slash Mo Jiuchong's face.

Ni Xinzhi was going to go around behind Mo Jiuchong from the left, and was going to explode himself unexpectedly...

Everything was as he had expected, but he was soon slapped in the face by reality. As soon as Patriarch Lu took a step, he was cut into dozens of pieces by Wushuang Yuqin's sound wave and killed on the spot.

The edge of Patriarch Ni's crescent knife was only a few feet away from Mo Jiuchong, but he couldn't get any closer.

It was because Mo Jiuzhong played the piano with one hand and stretched out two fingers to easily restrain the crescent knife.

"Crack!"

Mo Jiuzhong turned two fingers, and the crescent knife was shattered to the ground. Patriarch Ni's face was ashen and despairing, and he glanced at Ni Xinzhi, who had not yet approached Mo Jiuzhong: "Fourth brother, see you in the next life."

Then there was another loud bang, and Patriarch Ni blew himself up.

Although his self-detonation power is not as powerful as that of the foundation establishment Dzogchen ancestor in the middle stage of foundation establishment, it can still be regarded as a considerable attack.

It turned out that the elder brother had always been prepared to explode himself. I am afraid that he knew that his combat power could not beat Mo Jiuzhong at all, so he probably made an attack posture to make Mo Jiuzhong take it lightly.

Although the power was not as powerful as the ancestor's self-detonation this time, it was beyond Mo Jiuzhong's expectation. What he had been paying attention to was Ni Xinzhi, who was approaching him cautiously behind him.

Although the cassock on his body resisted part of the power, it was damaged due to resisting the self-explosion last time, and the cassock was completely damaged, and Mo Jiuzhong's outstretched left arm was directly blasted to the bone, causing him serious trauma.

"Hehe—" Mo Jiuzhong laughed, and the surrounding air became cold.

(End of this chapter)