Ordinary Cultivation of Immortals in Shushan

Chapter 92
"Who's on top? Eighth Aunt Zheng, you even invited help!"

A buzzing sound came, and Meng Qiu looked down.

There is a stone cave about the height of a person on the middle of the peak. In front of the cave is a flat outstretched rock.

Wearing a blazing cassock, with bare legs and feet, holding a golden bowl in his hand, and an incense burner in front of him, three large incense sticks are inserted in it, three feet long, and a gourd is enshrined on it, from which the yellow dust and red mist gushes out.

The barbarian monk found out that the person only built the foundation and cultivated himself, so he didn't care about it immediately, but he stretched out his hand and randomly separated a strand from the red mist, turning into a python, coiling menacingly.

Meng Qiu didn't dare to be careless, and moved Yu Qianliuli, his body was immediately green and rippling like water, the mist was isolated, he thought: "I have been flying for a long time, but why am I still by the river, and there is Zheng Bagu underneath.

Although it's hard to distinguish between good and evil, this woman is better than this demon monk who indiscriminately attacks and hurts people as soon as she comes up.Let me try it out first. "

Immediately, he released the Qingxuan sword, which turned into a blue light, like a falling star, and went straight to the barbarian monk to chop it down.

The barbarian monk didn't care, he activated the gourd again, and formed a yellow dust like a python, twisted with the previous red mist, circling upwards, first swallowed the sword light, and then bit Meng Qiu's body-protecting magic light.

At this time, a cold voice came from the bottom of the valley, saying: "Young man, this barbarian monk is the Western Wild Demon Yagoda, the junior brother of the Venerable Poison Dragon of the Western Yunnan Demon Sect. Magic is not trivial. You are not an opponent. You should retreat early."

Meng Qiu also listened to the persuasion, and first used Yu Qian Liuli to emit light to drive away the dust and mist, and then immediately called Feijian back to prepare to leave.

"It's all here, so let's stay." Jacoba would never let anyone go to report the news. The red mist and yellow dust suddenly accelerated, bypassing Meng Qiu, rushing into the air, scattered into a piece, and enveloped in the opposite direction, with bursts of fishy smell.

After doing all this, the barbarian monk thought that he could catch him, but he didn't care about it anymore, and devoted himself to fighting with Zheng Bagu at the bottom of the valley.

"Junior, I'll break his magic with a shot, you go away!" Accompanied by Zheng Bagu's voice, the golden lotus circled, revealing its true shape, which turned out to be a flying sword with condensed light.

Feijian went straight up, but seeing the brilliance, it dragged a ten-foot-long golden light as a tail, pierced through the red mist, landed in the dust mist above Meng Qiu's head, condensed lotus flowers, flew in all directions, and then exploded suddenly.

Affected by the mist, it suddenly scattered into bits and pieces, stirring up in all directions.

Countless snowballs the size of hills fell from the peak, hit the raised boulders, and shattered into thousands of snowballs the size of ice cubes.

The broken snow flew into a piece of white sand and fell slowly, covering the valley. Snowflakes fluttered, and the world was boundless.

A small peak standing upright halfway up the mountain was also broken by the snow mass, and then the rocks collided again. The gust of wind suddenly rose, and all kinds of abnormal noises continued to flow into the valley, and the buzzing sound was endless.

Jakota was caught off guard, and was destroyed by Zheng Bagu, and was very angry. Seeing Meng Qiu rising into the air, he shouted: "Don't try to escape!"

With a shake of the left arm, the Zen staff hanging on the arm turned into a dragon-like thing, and it shot out like electricity, directly attacking the opponent.

Having gone through many battles, Meng Qiu has a lot of experience. He knows that even if he can escape this blow, the barbarian monk will surely have a counterattack.

There is a rainbow hanging in the sky, although it is only black, white and blue, it is very in line with the snow scene all over the mountains and plains, and it is extremely beautiful.

Jakoda was careless, and before he could react, he let the Qingxuan sword fall on his body, and the golden bowl in his hand suddenly emitted two rays of light, one black and one white, to protect himself.

With a crackling sound, he took a full blow from the sword Qi Huahong. Although he was protected by a magic weapon and was not seriously injured, he flew more than ten feet away, knocking the incense burner and gourd in front of him into pieces.

Without the host, the yellow dust and red mist immediately rushed into the gourd that fell in mid-air like a river returning to the sea.

Zheng Bagu didn't expect such a change, but she also reacted quickly, the golden sword suddenly turned around and pierced through Jakota's body.

The barbarian monk dodged in a hurry, but he couldn't dodge completely in a hurry, the magic light was broken, and a large piece of flesh was removed from his left arm, blood flowed out, and he screamed in pain.

Busily running the spell, billowing black smoke rose from his body, rolled up the gourd and Zen staff, and fled in a hurry, going thousands of miles away in a moment.

Meng Qiu took away the flying sword and was about to speak when suddenly a gust of wind blew up down the valley, and the unfinished snow dust was rolled up by it into a wave of snow waves and ice flakes, which rushed in all directions like boiling water.

"Fellow Daoist, please enter the valley for a while, Bagu Zheng is waiting here." The golden sword circled down, as if pointing the way.

Meng Qiu went down to the bottom of the valley and looked. It turned out that one side of the nearby cliff was sunken in. On the top of the mountain, there was no grass growing, but the valley was full of exotic flowers and herbs.

Although the valley is wide and deep, there is only a stone platform in the middle, and a few bluestones lie beside it, and there is no hole.

Sitting on the stone platform was a woman in black, without even a trace of blood on her face. She was skinny and looked like withered wax. She was very afraid of people. She forced a smile and said, "The place is simple and we can't entertain you. Please sit down!"

She originally thought that the other party was just a junior passing by, but when she saw the sword's method of turning Qi into a rainbow, she immediately put down her contempt, stretched out her finger, and a ball of ice and snow fell from the mountain, turning into a square couch, crystal clear like jade.

According to Meng Qiu's words, he sat cross-legged and listened to the other party's introduction: "I am Zheng Bagu, who is known as the Goddess of Calamity. I live in seclusion here because I am avoiding my enemies. Where did my fellow Taoists come from?"

"It's a coincidence. Meng Qiu was also avoiding his enemies. He wanted to find a place to live in seclusion in Daxue Mountain, so he came here in a daze." Meng Qiu said:

"I saw that this place is hidden and full of greenery, so I came down to have a look, but I accidentally bumped into fellow Taoists fighting."

"Fellow Daoist came here just in time and suffered from my indiscriminate disaster. This high mountain is called Little Changbai Mountain. It is covered with snow that never fades in summer. The terrain is extremely remote and has never been visited by people. The Daxue Mountain you want to go to is tens of thousands of miles away."

After Zheng Bagu finished speaking, she tentatively said: "I see that what you used just now is the famous Sword Qi Huahong, and it must be from a famous family."

Meng Qiu shook his head and said, "It's just a casual cultivator. Thanks to the care of Taoist Tie Liao, he taught me this sword technique. I am lucky to get something."

"If you can build a foundation, you can master this sword technique. Even Jakota can't stand it. You must be a talented person." Zheng Bagu said directly:
"Fellow Taoist, you don't have to be humble. I also recognize Taoist Tie Liao. If you don't have any skills or friendship, it's hard to talk."

"It turns out that Fellow Daoist and Senior Tie Mino also have friendship." When Meng Qiu opened his mouth, Eighth Aunt Zheng sneered and said:
"You're thinking about it. I've always been competitive. I had a fierce fight with him in Zhongnan Mountain and cut his face. How can I have any friendship?"

(End of this chapter)