Beginning to practice immortality as a refugee

Chapter 455 Sneak Out
One of the figures was Gui Baozhu, the Turtle King, one of the two ancestors of Zhongxiang Island. His head had become a small snake-like face, but his body had become more burly. He wore a set of heavy black armor and held a bone hammer in his hand. His demonic aura soared into the sky, and the waves under his feet were constantly being sucked into the air, supporting his body.

The other figure fighting against him was a monk dressed as a scholar in a white robe. His face was pale and his body was as fast as lightning. He had no spiritual weapons in his hands, but wore a pair of silver gloves. His robe was wide with big sleeves, and thick fog was constantly spewing out from his sleeves, forming dozens of fog snakes coiled in the air.

The two of them, one slow and one powerful, one fast and one erratic, were walking in opposite directions.

The scholar in white robe was agile and could always get through the bone hammers in the nick of time. Occasionally, when he couldn't avoid it, he would wrap the bone hammer with a mist snake and stretch out his hand to pull it diagonally, thus moving a great object with little effort. It was unknown what material his gloves were made of, but he was not afraid of colliding with the bone hammers at all.

Gui Baozhu roared and attacked repeatedly, but the enemy kept dodging him.

"Where did these thieves come from to rob our Zhongxiang Island ships?"

He scolded and beat him.

The white-robed scholar on the opposite side sneered in response.

"What is the Second Ancestor of Zhongxiang Island? You, the Turtle King, only have some brutal strength."

"It seems that the strength of that Lu Patriarch is also mediocre!"

He did not mention his identity, but just kept using sarcastic words, which made Gui Baozhu furious and he kept attacking.

The two were fighting in the air, and occasionally the aftermath of magic and demonic power would pour down and explode on the sea, causing waves to splash and forming whirlpools.

Several Lan family monks on the boat below were so frightened that they turned around and fled, sailing through the bumpy waves. As for the unfortunate mortal sailors who had been thrown off the ship before, there was no way they could survive under such circumstances.

Several miles away.

The ships sailing on this route saw the unusual phenomenon in the sky and realized that it was a battle between two great Jindan masters, so they turned around and fled for their lives.

Among them was a ship with the Shen family flag flying on it, and sitting on the ship was an elder from the Lan family.

He held a magic sword in his hand, with a photo stone embedded on one side of the hilt. He carefully recorded the scene in the air, then hurriedly input his magic power while leaving a sound with his spiritual consciousness.

"The fish is hooked!"

As soon as he released the flying sword, it immediately disappeared into the clouds, vanished into the sea, and headed straight for Zhongxiang Island.

This special sword-transmitting flying book has no defensive or offensive power, it only enhances speed and is extremely fast.

There were several other ships scattered over a dozen miles on the sea that did the same thing as him, all sending out magic swords and flying towards Zhongxiang Island.

These are the backup plans arranged behind the bait boat.

-

On the high tower of Nakago Island.

It's another scene.

Lu Ye called Pan Furong and Lan Wutong.

In front of the three people was an empty hall on the first floor of the tower. There was a sand table in the hall, showing a miniature panoramic view of the island.

At the locations of the two high towers where Lu Gui should have lived, two formation plates replaced them on the sand table.

The sand table floating in the air is filled with densely packed battle flags.

This is the most critical control node of the entire island’s defense formation.

Lu Ye put a lot of effort into the defense of Zhongxiang Island. He also had a set of the same sand table array tool in Gui Baozhu's tower as a backup. This is the main array.

When this is activated, the spare set of array plates is completely inoperable.

Under the sand table magic weapon, there was a person sitting cross-legged. It was the Taoist Miyan who had been subjected to various secret techniques by Lu Ye for a whole night and was still unconscious.

On his head, the ring on his abdomen that controlled his spiritual consciousness and magic power was still tightly embedded in his forehead, but the ring on his abdomen that controlled his magic power had been removed.

Several thin metal ropes connected his limbs. His robes were stripped off and many red runes were painted on his body. The other ends of the metal ropes were connected to two large formation plates.

In addition, there is a thin jade talisman on this person's forehead, with blood-colored runes painted in the shape of dragons and phoenixes, and it is still flowing slowly.

This metal chain magic weapon is called the Immortal Rope. It is a punishment tool found in Madam Jiuchai’s memory. It can forcibly absorb people’s magic power.

Lu Ye made some slight modifications and connected it to the defensive magic array.

To put it bluntly, he used Taoist Miyan as a battery to supply power for the operation of the magic circle.

A Jindan-grade third-order defensive formation can only be truly effective if it has the enormous mana of a Jindan cultivator, or it can be driven by a fourth-order or higher spirit stone.

Lu Ye had a fourth-level spirit stone, and after thinking about it, he decided to use the human-shaped battery first.

After all, the fourth-level spirit stone is yours, and once you spend it, it’s gone.

When the humanoid battery runs out of magic power, it will be replenished on its own after a period of recuperation. It would be a waste if not used.

The main focus is still on frugality.

He instructed Lan Wutong and Pan Furong.

"After I leave, you will control the left and right arrays respectively. After I leave, you will activate the defensive array together, so that it will accumulate but not show."

"If a strong enemy attacks, do not hesitate to activate the formation."

"This formation has three levels. If you two control it, the first level is on the outer island and can only defend against foundation building. The second level is at the foot of Zhongxiang Peak and can defend against Jindan. The third level is around the two high towers and can defend against the initial stage of Yuanying."

"This coolie has been trapped by my spell of bewitching. He won't wake up within twelve hours."

Lan Wutong asked respectfully.

"Master, what if twelve hours have passed?"

Lu Ye laughed.

"Twelve hours, how many times can I run back and forth?"

"The seal I taught you two, if any one of you activates it, it will be enough to destroy this person's spirit."

Lu Ye had something in his mind that he hadn't said.

If he and Gui Baozhu haven't returned after twelve hours, that would be real trouble.

In fact, Pan Furong and Lan Wutong's foundation-building strength and spiritual awareness are not strong and flexible enough to fully mobilize the power of the defensive array.

Originally, when this formation was activated, the range to resist Nascent Soul should be under Zhongxiang Peak, and against Golden Core, the formation could directly cover most of the island.

Lu Ye settled for the second best and only asked the two of them to guard the two tall towers.

Fortunately, there are only about a hundred monks on Zhongxiang Island, and they can all retreat to the tower when the time comes.

When monks fight, no one will deliberately kill mortal civilians unless they are mentally abnormal. Those immigrants who stay outside the magic circle will not be in danger.

However, Lu Ye was cautious and told the two that only Wang Hu, Zhang Cunyi, Shu Chitu and their relatives such as Zhang Biao and Hong Jie were allowed to enter the tower.

He is now also afraid that some of his monks might be bribed and destroy the formation from the inside.

Explain everything.

Lu Ye suddenly looked up and said.

"coming!"

Outside the window, a flying sword came rushing over. Lu Ye pinched it with his fingers and it fell into his hands.

The images and sounds in the photo stone were projected in the air, and several people saw it.

"Who's wearing this silver glove? He's escaping so fast!" Lan Wutong was surprised.

"It seems like he is deliberately wasting Fifth Brother's energy." Pan Furong watched carefully.

Lu Ye took a glance and exclaimed.

"I'll go too..."

The other person has turned into a flash of lightning and flew away.

"Master's wife..." Lan Wutong bowed respectfully to Pan Furong, "Then let's start the formation!"

"This foundation was hard-earned. I will definitely protect it for my master before he returns!"

Pan Furong nodded.

"Wutong, let's get started!"

The two of them placed their hands on the two formation plates respectively, and magic power poured in.

The immortal rope was stretched, and the magic light was sucked from the humanoid battery-shaped Taoist priest into the array.

On the sand table magic tool, bright spots on the miniature island flashed accordingly, and finally, three layers of light shields appeared on the entire island.

The second and third layers of defense arrays have been activated.

As for the first layer of defense formation on the island's seashore, it is always open. A layer of faint light, like an inverted bowl, covers everyone on the island. All the monks entering and leaving will be sensed by the formation.

Therefore, most of the cultivators in the seaside market did not sense anything unusual in the air.

-

Hundreds of miles away.

Gui Baozhu and the white-robed scholar were fighting for a long time.

His bone hammer whistled, but he could never hit the scholar who was one step faster than him.

The other party continued to ridicule.

"Big fool, your head is so small, is there a brain in it?"

"Didn't you have enough to eat? Is that all you have?"

Gui Baozhu roared in anger. This opponent was cunning. He tried to use his water prison magic to drag the opponent to the bottom of the sea several times.

But the opponent was as slippery as a fish and always dodged at the last moment.

"Looks like I have to use my trump card."

With a light touch of his hand, he already had the fairy smoke crystal tube in his hand, which was divided into two ends.

On one side is the blue smoke, the Immortal Smoke, and on the other side is the red drop, which is the antidote to the Immortal Smoke.

Click.

He bit the crystal tube in his mouth and swallowed the red liquid. The blue mist also scattered because of the broken crystal tube, and it merged into the air and turned into colorless and odorless gas, spreading everywhere.

"Ten feet..."

Gui Baozhu estimated that as long as this guy was within ten feet of him, a few breaths would be enough.

But when the monk opposite saw his action, his face changed, and he retreated quickly, roaring.

"Immortal smoke?"

"Sure enough, Taoist Miyan is in your hands."

The opponent retreated and dodged, and flew ten feet away.

Gui Baozhu hurriedly chased after him, but was unable to catch up. He watched helplessly as the effect of the medicine expired, feeling very angry. He guessed that the other party must be very familiar with Taoist Miyan, so he recognized this method.

The opponent suddenly turned around and rushed back from his fleeing posture, shouting loudly.

"Be bold!"

"You dare to kill my thirty-six thieves? I won't let you go!"

The white-robed scholar changed his attack to a fierce one. His pair of silver gloves created phantoms all over the sky. The gloves also moved and grew densely packed sharp teeth, which scratched Gui Baozhu's body several times, leaving deep scars.

"I'm not afraid of you if we confront you head on..."

Gui Baozhu cursed loudly and used the bone hammer and water prison to attack fiercely. However, after only using dozens of moves, he suddenly felt a little weak and dizzy.

When he looked down again, he saw that the blood flowing out of his wound was black blood, and he realized that the other party's shiny gloves were actually poisoned.

"Oh no, these guys all like to use poison."

"I failed to poison myself, and was instead attacked by the opponent."

"If things go wrong this time, we'll end up capsizing in the ditch again."

Gui Baozhu did not dare to fight for long and just swung his bone hammer randomly a few times.

Pfft!
He jumped from a high altitude into the water, and this time it was his turn to escape.

The scholar in white robe chased him relentlessly, but did not enter the water. He flew in the low sky and occasionally slapped down with a palm print.

Gui Baozhu entered the water, revealing his turtle form. With the help of his water escape ability, his speed was much faster than when he was in the air.

But he had been poisoned and his speed was gradually slowing down.

The white-robed scholar behind him had already caught up, and his two silver gloves formed a large handprint, which he kept hitting on the turtle's back.

Gui Baozhu didn't know how many blows he received, but he finally couldn't bear it anymore and jumped out of the sea.

"Brother, why don't you do it?"

"Old Five is almost a dead turtle!"

The white-robed scholar in the air was startled and looked around, only to find that the giant turtle took the opportunity to enter the sea and had swam far away.

He laughed in anger, and continued to chase after him, clapping his hands non-stop!

"You bastard! If I fall for your trick again, I'll be your grandson!"

Wow!

Gui Baozhu was knocked out of the sea again, and there were palm prints all over his flat back. The palm prints seemed to be poisonous, corroding the turtle's back to a depth of about an inch, and purple bubbles were coming out.

Gui Baozhu roared miserably.

"Brother, hurry up!"

"This grandson is too vicious."

The scholar in white robe was so angry that his nose became crooked.

"Who are you calling grandson?"

"Think I'll be fooled again?"

"Cloud Dragon Claw!"

He waved his arms in the air, and his silver gloves shone brightly, condensing into two huge palm prints in the void, one on the left and one on the right, coming towards Gui Baozhu to encircle him.

The white-robed scholar focused all his attention on the ground below.

Suddenly, a sigh was heard in my ear.

"You are the one who bullied my fifth brother?"

"Silver Hand Scholar?"

The Silver Hand Scholar, the thirty-fifth thief among the thirty-six thieves, turned around in shock and was about to defend himself.

I saw a man in a green robe with an ordinary appearance standing behind me. The eye on his forehead opened vertically and a small golden spike shot out at me.

The Silver Hand Scholar reacted quickly, crossing his silver gloves in front of him while his body flew backwards like lightning.

He also activated the defensive magic weapons and talismans on his body in an instant.

In an instant, his body was surrounded by colorful lights, and the various colored light balls tightly surrounded his body.

But the golden thorn came in an instant, ignoring any defensive measures, as if it shuttled through the void, and flew directly to the forehead and drilled into it.

In the Silver Hand Scholar's sea of ​​consciousness, the spirit that was mobilizing its spiritual power suddenly froze, and was pierced on the head by a golden thorn, unable to move.

Pfft!
The Silver Hand Scholar fell from the air and was caught and swallowed by Gui Baozhu.

"Brother..." Gui Baozhu burped and asked unhappily, "Why did you come just now?"

"I was almost beaten to death!"

Luye was speechless.

"Stop pretending. Your tortoise shell is thicker than a city wall. With this little bit of poison, you can't possibly eat through it!"

It turned out that Gui Baozhu took out the Feishu armor in the water and informed Lu Ye, who replied that he was on the way.

The two of them teamed up to perform a play.

As for Lu Ye recognizing the silver-handed scholar, it was actually quite easy. Madam Jiuchai had such a "little" person in her memory.

Gui Baozhu shook his tortoise shell and complained that this grandson was like a fly that could not be caught and ran very fast, and he also used poison.

I was shocked, but I didn't expect that the poison was just that kind of poison. I just felt dizzy and got over it.

In this case, I might as well take advantage of his trick. I can't get rid of the anger in my heart unless I trick him.

Lu Ye landed on the back of Gui Baozhu turtle. Gui Baozhu dived into the water, swam with all four limbs, and swam towards Zhongxiang Island like lightning, several points faster than before.

He looked full of energy, and it seemed that the poison had been eliminated without the need for antidote.

"Brother, do you have any more Emperor Liujiang? Give me a few more!" Gui Baozhu said as he swam, "Look, my body is not afraid of toxins. It must be the credit of Emperor Liujiang."

Lu Ye waved helplessly.

"No no!"

"Impossible! I counted and there are clearly five petals left!"

"Don't even think about it, Lao Wu. I have my own use for the rest!"

The two of them stumbled along the way, and after a while, the shadow of Nakago Island appeared in front of them.

Gui Baozhu rose into the air, his limbs sliding in the air as if he was in water. With just one leap, he jumped over the cliff, passed through layers of defensive magic array, and landed in the high tower.

This time they came back through the narrow waterway that led directly to the back of the tower. The defenses here were tight, but of course it was unobstructed for the two of them.

Pan Furong and Lan Wutong had already seen the return of the two men's magic power from the formation, and they were overjoyed to come out to greet them.

Wang Hu, Zhang Cunyi, Shu Chitu and Zhang Biao from the high tower also came to join in the fun.

"Uncle, have you caught the culprit who looted our ship?" Zhang Biao asked curiously.

Lu Ye pointed to the pillar.

Gui Baozhu opened his mouth and vomited.

The Silver Hand Scholar fell to the ground covered in green slime, his eyes wide open in fear, and a strange smell on his body.

There were a bunch of small fish and shrimps around his body, all of which he swallowed on the way back to Baozhu.

Especially the scholar with his mouth wide open, revealing a fish tail. The fish tail flashed and flapped twice, and then the scholar's throat suddenly swelled up.

Gudong!

The fish fell into the scholar's stomach.

Gui Baozhu snorted coldly.

"You're getting a bargain. I'll give you an extra meal!"

Scholar Yinshou was so angry that his face turned purple and there were tears in the corners of his eyes.

Everyone was amazed. How could a Jindan master be so angry that he cried?

"Who is this green-robed scholar?" Wang Hu asked curiously.

"He looks weird, even his hair is green." Zhang Cunyi was also surprised.

Shu Chitu, who had grown to the height of two people's chests, was a little hesitant.

"Is it possible that it was Lao Wu's vomited gastric juice?"

Pan Furong covered her nose.

"Old Five, you've been having a bit of a stomach ache lately!"

"You need to clear your stomach."

The Silver Hand Scholar was lying on the ground, almost collapsing. What kind of people are these? How can they be so cruel?

Are we talking about clearing our stomach now?
Soon, several disciples came in, cleaned up the mess on the ground, and summoned a few water balls to wash the Silver-Handed Scholar clean.

As usual, Lu Ye put a ring on him to control his consciousness and magic power and remove the Hunyuan Thorn.

Lu Ye asked.

"Silver Hand Scholar, you followed Taoist Mi Yan here to the ruins of the Dragon Palace Immortal Mansion. Who is behind this? What clues are you looking for? How many companions do you have?"

"Where are the ship and the monks and sailors on board that were lost on my Zhongxiang Island?"

The silver-handed scholar snorted coldly.

"What's the point of shooting someone in the back? If you have the guts, let me go and we can fight again."

Lu Ye was too lazy to talk to him and used soul-searching method to enter violently.

Half an hour later, Lu Ye felt a little tired and left the other party's sea of ​​consciousness. He gained something, but not much.

First of all, all the sailors and monks on several ships were killed. They were captured alive by the Silver Hand Book, who then used thunderbolt methods, projected the appearance of the Taoist Miyan with his spiritual sense, and interrogated them whether they had seen this person years ago.

Those monks and mortals could not withstand such a method, and they all confessed that they had indeed seen it.

The Silver Hand Scholar also wanted to ask about the whereabouts of Taoist Miyan.

The captives were all low-level Qi training disciples and mortals. How could they know where Taoist Miyan was imprisoned and whether he was still alive?

The Silver Hand Scholar simply slaughtered them all. Today he planned to rob one last ship. If he still couldn't find any news, he would sneak onto the island.

But the Silver Hand Scholar would not reveal any other information. The related memories in his consciousness were restricted, and he could not say that outsiders could not explore.

Gui Baozhu sneered and said, "Brother, how do you know if he really can't say it?"
Maybe someone behind the scenes was trying to scare him?

Let’s try Gui Ye’s methods first.

Gui Baozhu used the soul-searching technique that was popular among the demon clan to torture people's consciousness, magic power and physical body.

But the silver-handed scholar was a tough guy. He convulsed in pain but kept silent.

Gui Baozhu was so anxious that he opened his mouth and sprayed fresh breath all over his face.

"If you don't tell me, I'll swallow you up."

The muscles on the Silver Hand Scholar's face twitched violently, revealing a look of fear.

Wang Hu was observing from the side, and suddenly something occurred to him.

"Old Five, you're so beautiful, but you still feed him fish?"

"Just soak it in the pit for a few days and nights and then ask."

The silver-handed scholar's eyes widened, his face showing genuine fear, and he looked at Wang Hu in shock.

Wang Hu glared back.

"What are you looking at? If you keep looking, I'll throw you into the pit!"

The Silver Hand Scholar suddenly opened his mouth and spoke at almost the fastest speed.

"What we are looking for is a piece of colorful dragon scale!"

"The fifth Lord..."

Stab it!

Before he could finish his words, his head suddenly swelled several times in size, shattering the magical tool, the Tuimian Ring, that controlled his spiritual consciousness.

Lu Ye was quick to create a magic shield in front of everyone.

boom!
The Silver Hand Scholar's head exploded, blood splattered everywhere, and his headless body fell to the ground.

Everyone looked at each other.

Wang Hu was just saying it casually, but he didn't expect that the Silver Hand Scholar would rather risk his life to test the authenticity of the ban than to sink into the cesspool.

"He asked for it..."

Wang Hu, who had killed a Jindan, waved his hand and said, "It has nothing to do with me!"

Zhang Cunyi patted him on the shoulder.

"Second brother, you can brag to Wang Zikuan from now on."

"It is said that you can destroy the golden elixir with just one word while chatting and laughing!"

“It’s just that this story has a bit of a strong flavor.”

Lu Ye was already stroking his chin, thinking.

Fifth what?
Is he the fifth biggest thief among the thirty-six thieves?

(End of this chapter)