Cultivation of Immortals Starts from the Roots

Chapter 93 Tit for Tat

Xue Leng came out late, and Ye Wood came back even later.

Because he just went to Gong Yushu's residence for a dinner on behalf of Taoist Xu Mi.

Of course, Taoist Xu Mi's daughter was also accompanying her, because she was the real protagonist of the banquet.

Although she was playing tricks, she was not sensitive because of her shallow experience. If his father heard Gong Yushu say that, his teeth would definitely be crushed.

Another reason why she didn't care was that she put all her thoughts into remembering the mysterious figure in the secret room today.

Think about it, if you talk about today's adventure with your acquaintances, I'm afraid these guys' eyeballs will fall out of fear.

Unfortunately, this is the secret of secrets, and it cannot be said.

This kind of drunken self-satisfaction and drunkenness made her head dizzy together, and the girl in palace costume couldn't help laughing out loud.

Listening to the junior sister reclined on the back seat of the carriage, she suddenly laughed to herself.

Ye Wood, who was driving in front, lifted the cotton curtain of the "window" in front of the car, looked in from the window and said with a smile:

"Why is Junior Sister so happy?"

The maid sitting opposite smiled and replied:
"Miss is blushing, probably because she drank too much."

The two laughed together and said in their hearts:

"Children know the joy of drinking."

At this moment, the carriage stopped suddenly, and a disgusting stench immediately penetrated into the carriage.

Ye Wood didn't need to look out the car window, he knew that he must have arrived at Chelang Street, where the disaster victims gathered, and even the air wafted their unique smell.

This is a necessary place to go to the city lord's mansion. Every time he passes by here, he can't wait for Yukong to fly by.

Because he couldn't stand the smell of this street, but he didn't expect the carriage to stop suddenly, his brows frowned.

As the guard, Foundation Establishment Blessing quickly turned his head and shouted outside:

"Zhang Yan, what's the matter with you? Why stop!"

In fact, the coachman's scolding and whipping sound had already been heard outside the car. At this moment, the curtain of the window was lifted again, and the coachman with an angry face looked in and said:

"His grandma's, a few stinky beggars practicing qi training, kneeling in front of them, they can't even vape, they pissed me off!"

"Who told you to stop? It's fine to hit it all the way. How can a mere qi training junior be able to block the impact of the monster car!" The foundation guard cursed bitterly.

As he spoke, he patted the storage bag on his waist, and a small silver knife spirit tool flew out of the air.

"I have to go down and clean you up!"

"Look at how well the king worships!" Ye Wood cried out with a smile, and the girl in the palace dress who covered her nose with her sleeve also laughed.

The voice has not yet fallen, and the sudden change suddenly appeared!
A dazzling sword light suddenly lit up from the window, like a silver plate hitting the monk surnamed Wang on the head, immediately turning into two silver bands and flowing down from both sides of his head.

Half of the head of the monk surnamed Wang bounced into the carriage through the window!

There is also a sarcastic smile on it!
The eyes were still on Ye Wood!
Ye Wood was stunned.

But before he could figure out what was going on, the maid who was still covering half of the carriage door let out a scream.

His weak and boneless body, like an iron plate, knocked down half of the wooden car door, and half of his body leaned on the floor of the car.

Her eyes were wide open, as if she still didn't believe what happened before she died, but death didn't make her limp, but stood upright.

Because a cold and hard flying sword pierced through her throat, but it has not been drawn away, and it is still straight across her neck.

"what!!"

The girl in palace costume finally screamed, her face that was still flushed from excitement turned pale in an instant.

She sat upright on the chair suddenly, opened her mouth wide, her eyes fixed on the car door, and tightly clutched a real treasure talisman in her hand.

For a moment, he forgot how to drive this talisman, and even forgot how to mobilize the magic power in his body.

She was in shock.

This is often the case when a person is assassinated for the first time.

What's more, she is just a young child who has just entered the world of cultivating immortals.

Not to mention assassination, she has never even experienced serious fighting skills.

Because, she was born with a large number of dead servants to protect her.

Ye Wood was terrified in his heart, but reacted very quickly, and subconsciously took out a small round mirror with flowing golden light.

A mysterious light burst out from the mirror, and at the same time as it covered the carriage, a blinding ray of light shot up into the sky, straight up to the sky, and instantly scattered the dark clouds above the city.

"Enemy attack! An evil cultivator assassinated Miss!"

The piercing roar spread throughout the entire street in an instant.

Amidst Ye Wood's hoarse and terrified shouts, there was a mixed "click" sound, and the fierce flying sword still cut off the barrier with one blow, and even divided the carriage into two sections!

But the blade fluttered, obviously cutting empty.

The attacker's second blow retreated, but the talisman tightly held by the girl in court trembled violently with her hand holding the talisman.

Because Ye Wood had fallen to the ground, that was her last barrier.

At this time, she saw a black-robed monk walking outside the carriage.

The flying sword in his palm has been dyed red, it must be the blood of the maid and the priest.

Looking at the animal's shining eyes, the girl in palace costume was like a lady of a noble family. When she saw a mouse passing by her skirt, she pointed her finger in the direction of the door and screamed loudly.

Her voice was shrill and frightened to the extreme. Alone, she had seen death.

And the black-robed monk looked like a mouse trying to eat a cat. Looking at the trembling girl in palace costume, his eyes were full of pride and cruelty.

Reining in the door frame with one hand, while stepping on Ye Wood's body to enter the carriage, the flying sword that flew in the air flashed a cold light in the blood stains.

But at this moment, exclamations sounded from outside the carriage.

At the same time, a blood shadow flashed past the window, and the black-robed monk turned his head to look in amazement.

From the gap in the car door, the girl in the palace costume saw clearly that two stern blood lights pierced the black-robed monk's neck like a deadly poisonous snake in one blow!

Under such a sneak attack as fast as lightning and as fierce as a gale, the black-robed monk was swallowed by magma like a withered log, and those fierce eyes disappeared from the car door in an instant.

Only the hand holding the frame of the car, when his body decayed and collapsed, before he could let go, half of the car wall was pulled down.

Standing on this torn apart carriage, the sight of the girl in palace costume is no longer obstructed.

Outside the car, there is a pool of charred corpses like mud, and a white-robed monk who drives an ice spear and wears a frost mask.

The ice gun spirit weapon is very strong, and it is also an extremely superior existence among high-grade spirit weapons.

But the cultivator of the Ice Surface Cultivator is even stronger, to say the least, he is in the late stage of Foundation Establishment!
And with one blow, the terrifying blood figure that turned the enemy into charcoal stood proudly in front of the carriage.

With a black bone mask on his face, he looked at the enemy opposite him coldly, with his hands resting comfortably on a blood coffin made of skulls.

Outside the blood coffin was a vicious corpse made of blood and bones.

Judging from the aura emanating from its body, it has faintly touched the threshold of the fake alchemy realm.

Although the rescuer who came here not only wore a black bone mask, but also stood with his back to the girl in palace costume, the girl in palace costume still recognized who this person was at a glance.

To identify a person, it is not necessary to use the three senses of hearing, seeing and smelling.

There is another way: feeling.

At this moment, the girl in palace costume really understands what feeling is.

The moment this person stood in front of the car, it was like a sea needle stuck in the turbulent waves.

That hell-like sense of oppression, ice-like absolute coldness, and undercurrent-like murderous aura instantly suppressed the entire environment.

The chill aroused by the murderous intent of this brief confrontation finally calmed down the girl in palace costume whose head was in a mess.

When she woke up, she immediately saw the situation clearly:
There are a lot of people on the street, running back and forth, it looks like a mess, but a few people are as conspicuous as stand out from the crowd.

Not only in the spirit weapons in their hands and the masks on their faces, but also in the murderous aura emanating from their eyes and bodies.

Cultivator Ice Spear glanced at Jianxiu who had turned into charcoal, raised his head, and stared at the eyes of the two people opposite him.

The ice spear moved with no wind, soaring into the sky, it suddenly turned into a frost dragon several feet long.

"Kill!" He rushed over with a loud roar!

At the same time, the other three dormant assassins pushed away the chaotic begging monks, and rushed towards them with their spiritual weapons.

But none slipped through the net, and they were all stopped by the Bone Ghost Corpse!
"Brother, kill them!"

Seeing the menacing bone corpse, the girl in palace costume was overjoyed and cried out involuntarily.

But Xue Liang responded with a sneer.

Seeing the enemies rushing diagonally to both sides at the same time, he chuckled lightly, and instead of responding to the challenge, he turned around and rushed into the carriage like a whirlwind!

The girl in palace costume looked at Xue Leng wrapped in a gust of wind and rushed straight towards her, so there was no need to react. She stood there dumbfounded, and just said something tremblingly:

"you……"

The whole person was hugged by Xue Leng's right hand!

Hugging the girl in the palace costume, Xue Leng couldn't stop his hands, and pulled her hard, as if pinching a little chicken, and stuffed her directly into the blood coffin.

After covering the coffin tightly, he rushed forward even more vigorously.

Xue Leng, who was carrying the blood coffin, smashed the car wall on the other side to pieces!

In the blink of an eye, the two rolled together on the road on the other side of the carriage, but their reactions were absolutely different.

In the blood coffin, the girl in palace attire who was thrown down didn't understand what was going on.

Xue Leng under him has turned into a pool of blood, like a slippery leech, wriggling rapidly in the mess, narrowly dodging the blow of the ice spear!
"Crash~"

Under the bombardment of the ice dragon, the ground was cracked inch by inch, and the surrounding hundreds of feet were reduced to ruins.

At this moment, the piercing Frost Flood Dragon swam out of the ruins like a shark's mouth.

But he didn't pursue it anymore, and with two swishes, it turned into an ice spear and fell into the hands of the ice monk again.

"withdraw!"

The blow failed, and he retreated decisively. He took a deep look at the blood leech on the ground, and the ice monk crushed a talisman and disappeared into the air in an instant.

And the black-faced monks who were fighting with the Bone Underworld Corpse detonated a spiritual weapon extremely decisively, and after blocking the Bone Underworld Corpse, they also crushed the talismans and retreated.

"True Spirit Bloodline..."

Xue Leng, who had turned into a human body, squinted at the place where the ice monk disappeared, and murmured to himself.

The lobby of the Santo's Mansion was empty, but the servants always felt a little uneasy, as if the Santo was right in front of them.

Taoist Xu Mi is right in front of him, but he is in a secret room, which is behind the back wall of the hall.

At this moment, Taoist Xu Mi sighed and gnashed his teeth, clenching his fists.

The girl in palace costume only had a slight skin trauma, after applying the elixir, she came in pretty and thanked Xue Leng.

Seeing his daughter's appearance, Taoist Xu Mi was very distressed, but cursed:
"Look at what you look like? You can't beat those bastards, can you still run? Can't you run with two legs? But you just stand still and close your eyes stupidly!

You are holding the superior talisman of the true treasure of escape, but in the end, nephew Xue fought back with him and the coffin. What do you think you have learned?

If I had known earlier, I would have done it through retreat and hard work!

You can't even handle this kind of raid, how can you inherit the family business in the future?Sooner or later I will be pissed off! "

After all, I feel sorry for my daughter, and it's not easy to say anything in front of outsiders, so I can only sigh repeatedly.

But the girl in the palace costume was blushing, and the pear blossoms were raining, wishing she could find a crack in the ground and sneak in.

Xue Leng smiled slightly, and interjected just right:
"Senior, you don't have to criticize Junior Sister Yun'er anymore, those evil cultivators are all very good today.

Facing the enemy head-on, the younger generation may not be able to please him, especially the Ice Spear monk who is the leader. If I really want to fight against the enemy, I have no chance of winning. "

Taoist Xumi's words sounded very comfortable: it's the evil cultivators who are too strong, not your daughter who is too incompetent.

Although he felt comfortable in his heart, he still said modestly:

"But this girl is so unbelievable that she is so frightened that she can't move! Let alone a cultivator, even if ordinary people fight, they can't stand and be beaten?
Don't look at your old man, I haven't done anything for a hundred years, but now I can deal with a few foundation establishment juniors, and I can beat them to death. You have completely embarrassed me. "

Xue Leng felt a little embarrassed when he heard this, and cursed shamelessly in his heart.

You are a Jindan real person, and you have the nerve to fight with the foundation builder, it would be too rude.

He can only think about these words in his heart, and at this moment, he must never say them out of his mouth.

"You can't blame Junior Sister Yun'er for this matter. As I said, Junior Sister was born with a golden spoon in her mouth. She was born rich and honored. This kind of life is born to enjoy blessings. There is no need to experience the life of licking blood.

I have seen many fledgling juniors, not to mention that junior sister Yun'er mainly takes care of things in the city, even the young talents trained by those sects, when they fight for the first time, they are scared like a log. "

"So, let me tell you, Junior Sister Yun'er's life is much better than mine. I wish I could run away when I encounter danger, hehe."

Xue said it again with a sneer, Taoist Xu Mi's dark face finally became clear, and the girl in palace costume stopped crying.

Speaking of this, Xue Leng's face darkened, and he said in a deep voice:
"However, senior, you'd better strengthen the settlement in the city, and bring more experts when you go in and out.

Don't be like this time, there is no one who can fight, and it will be cleaned up in two or three strokes. Fortunately, Manager Ye reported a letter before lying down..."

"Who did it this time? The Loose Cultivator Alliance? Or..." Taoist Xumi gritted his teeth.

But although he has a candidate in his heart, but two annoying faces appear in his heart together, anyone is possible!

The former is fine, sooner or later a settlement must be made, as for the latter...

Taoist Xumi couldn't help frowning, suddenly he seemed to remember something, his face became panicked, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead, he asked Xue Leng timidly:

"Nephew, your identity won't be found out, will it?"

　It's still ten thousand.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)