Reborn as a wolf

Chapter 14 Sweeping the Field

Baima City is waiting to be rebuilt.

Leaving aside the fat man who is worried about gain and loss for the time being, the self-detonation sound of the skeleton evil cultivator in Baima City was not only heard by Xie Zhengyang, who was twenty miles away, but also the third batch of Piaoxiang Academy who were about to rush to Baima City and rode to the outer gate of Piaoxiang Academy The disciples also heard it, and so did the rich and powerful gentry, common people, household servants and servants who took out Baima City.

"Go to Baima City quickly." The gray-clothed boy's face changed, and he urged Xie Zhengyang.

Xie Zhengyang hesitated for a while, and then threw the thousand paper cranes from the long sleeves of his white robe, and the two of them sat on the thousand paper cranes together. Perhaps it was because of the overload, or Xie Zhengyang did it deliberately, the thousand paper cranes The crane flew very slowly, and it took half an hour to reach the source of the explosion.

"It's too tragic."

The first thing Xie Zhengyang saw was a big pit with a radius of ten feet and a depth of more than ten meters. There were tattered white robes, stumps and broken arms around the big pit, as well as collapsed houses; There are only a few dozen people who survived by chance among the outer sect disciples, all of whom were seriously or slightly injured.

Fortunately, most of the first and second batches of outer disciples from Piaoxiang Academy belonged to "rich people", and they all carried spirit stones and elixir on their bodies.

"master."

The gray-clothed boy saw the green-robed Taoist priest whose blue robe was stained with blood, and tears welled up in his eyes. The gray-clothed boy hurriedly ran to the green-robed Taoist. Xie Zhengyang hugged the gray-clothed boy and said seriously : "Brother Li Dao is at a critical moment of exercise and healing, please don't disturb him."

The boy in gray extinguished the thought of struggling, Xie Zhengyang put down the boy in gray and said, "Don't wander around."

"I don't want you to worry about it." The boy in gray walked beside the Taoist priest in green and sat down cross-legged.

Xie Zhengyang shrugged his shoulders helplessly, and then his eyes were attracted by a blood-red skull covered with cracks in the big pit. Judging from the evil aura emanating from the skull, Xie Zhengyang could tell at a glance that this was definitely the evil spirit cultivator just now. Practicing evil weapon.

Xie Zhengyang walked towards the huge pit, and stood still on the edge of the huge pit. Instead of jumping down the huge pit rashly to pick up the blood-red skull covered with cracks, he rested his chin and thought carefully.

It seemed that everyone didn't pay attention to the coyote brought by the boy in gray. Tang Hui became interested in the Taiji Yin-Yang Formation not far from the Taoist Priest in Qingpao, which had lost its spirit stone. He looked around the Taiji Yin-Yang Formation, Meticulously recorded in his mind, even drew a miniature sketch on the ground with the wolf's front paws, and after confirming that everything was correct, he swept the ground with his tail to remove the traces.

Immediately, Tang Hui's eyes were attracted by the filthy magical artifacts scattered on the ground. Most of these magical artifacts remained intact, but they were stained with a lot of dark green evil aura.

Perhaps, out of wolfish intuition, Tang Hui took one in the wolf's mouth secretly while no one was paying attention, and chewed it in his mouth. The magic weapon was unexpectedly hard as iron, almost breaking Tang Hui's wolf teeth.

Immediately, Tang Hui paced, selected a few fragments of the broken magic weapon, put them in his mouth, and chewed them a little. Although they were still a bit hard, they were finally crushed and swallowed.

In Tang Hui's understanding, magical artifacts, even broken pieces of magical artifacts, more or less contain the magic power of a cultivator. No matter how small a mosquito's legs are, they are still meat, not to mention, if they don't accumulate small streams, they can't achieve success. Jiang Hai.

The fragments of the magic weapon flowed into Tang Hui's stomach, and he even wondered if this would cause indigestion, diarrhea and the like.

Immediately, the five-color spiritual power wandering around Tang Hui seemed to have found some delicious food, rushing from the meridians to Tang Hui's stomach one after another, like a colorful insect gnawing on a leaf, "click" Swallowing the fragments of the magic weapon with a "click", in the blink of an eye, a small piece of the magic weapon was eaten by the colorful "bug", and this "bug" grew slightly stronger.

There is a play.

Tang Hui's eyes lit up, and he searched for the fragments of magic artifacts with joy and swallowed them. The "worms" in his stomach gnawed on the fragments of magic artifacts tirelessly and crazily, and were never picky about food, regardless of any five-element attributes. The magical artifacts are all eaten, and the food is getting fatter and stronger.

Soon, the fragments of the magic weapon were searched by Tang Hui, and Tang Hui came up with the idea of ​​forming a magic weapon that was polluted.

Xie Zhengyang finally came back to his senses, and muttered in his mouth: "Could it be that the foundation building opportunity that Master said is on this skull?"

In the end, Xie Zhengyang endured the temptation of not enough low-grade evil weapons, slowly walked down the huge pit with a radius of ten feet, and tentatively threw a few purification charms on the cracked blood-red skull, but the skull did not respond at all. Xie Zhengyang became more courageous.

Tang Hui chose one of the fist-sized bell artifacts, fearing that the wolf teeth would be broken, and swallowed it in one gulp. This time, the colorful "bugs" wrapped their fat bodies around the bell artifacts, Started gnawing on the complete bell artifact.

"Who? Who took my magic weapon?"

Qin Chaoyang, who was healing his injuries, suddenly opened his eyes, swept his eyes around, and finally locked on a coyote. The bell magic weapon was a high-grade magic weapon that belonged to Qin Zhaoyang's mind and spirit. Suddenly, he felt a creepy feeling. The feeling caused him to wake up from the state of meditation, and his first reaction was to pull out a fire talisman from the long sleeve.

"A coyote?" Qin Zhaoyang was a little suspicious. Why did the coyote get into the White Horse City, and the fire talisman in his hand didn't hit Tang Hui immediately.

"It's my friend." The gray-clothed boy blocked Qin Zhaoyang's sight, the tears on his face were still wet, he held his mouth and said, "It's not a coyote, it's a descendant of Sirius."

"Descendants of Sirius?" Qin Zhaoyang had almost healed his wounds, sat up from the ground, looked at the coyote in front of him carefully, then sneered, and said, "It's obviously a coyote, at most it's just a coyote. It's just a monster that has stepped into the first level, I can kill it with a single fire talisman."

"Qin Chaoyang, don't be presumptuous."

At this time, the green-robed Taoist slowly opened his eyes, his eyes were shining brightly, it seemed that after the life-and-death battle just now, his magic power had improved again, making it more and more difficult for Qin Zhaoyang to see through.

"Ah." Suddenly, Qin Zhaoyang let out a strange cry, his face twitched, and he fell to the ground in an instant, rolling straight.

The green-robed Taoist priest's face sank, his right hand pressed Qin Zhaoyang's struggling body in pain, his left hand was placed on Qin Zhaoyang's pulse, he shook his head slightly, and then placed his left hand on Qin Zhaoyang's Baihui acupoint to channel spiritual power and stabilize his body. Qin Chaoyang felt sudden severe pain.

"Could it be the counterattack of the magic weapon?" The green-robed Taoist priest is also a little uncertain, but it doesn't seem to be the case. The mental damage caused by the moment the magic weapon shatters above the counterattack of the magic weapon is only a momentary reaction. How can it continue to hurt? The wailing continued.

Tang Hui was afraid of showing off his feet, so he didn't dare to use other magical weapons, and ran to the boy in gray, wagging his tail, as if he didn't care about me.

Immediately afterwards, the surviving disciples of the outer sect of Piaoxiang Academy completed their healing exercises one by one. Although they could not all recover as before, at least they had the minimum self-protection power and mobility.

Xie Zhengyang, who was in the huge pit, secretly hid the cracked blood-red skull in the storage bag, and jumped out like a normal person.

The corner of the Taoist priest's mouth curled up into a smile, and without breaking it, he said to Qin Zhaoyang and Xie Zhengyang, who were gradually calming down: "The demons have been removed, and it has been a while since I left the mountain in poverty. The academy is over, so leave it alone."

The green-robed Taoist didn't wait for Qin Chaoyang and Xie Zhengyang's reply, put his right index finger and thumb in front of his mouth, and blew a loud whistle towards the sky. A black dot circled in the sky, gradually expanded, and then landed on the green-robed Taoist. Sideways, slowly folded its wings, combing its own feathers.

"Uncle Li, there will be a meeting later." Qin Zhaoyang smiled wryly, and said, this is going out of the mountain, but he lost his wife and lost his army, almost losing his life.

The green-robed Taoist priest picked up the boy in gray and jumped onto the back of the blue-eyed goshawk. Tang Hui quickly jumped up and settled down safely. The blue-eyed goshawk flapped its wings and rushed into the sky, disappearing from everyone's sight Inside.

At this time, the third batch of outer sect disciples from Piaoxiang Academy had just arrived, and when they saw the devastated White Horse City and the huge pit in front of them, they all clicked their tongues, with a little bit of rejoicing in their hearts, fortunately they came a step late .

Normally, you "rich people" take the lead in assigning tasks from the division, so we can only return empty-handed, but this time, everyone who arrived in the third batch felt balanced.

"Dear immortal masters, Mr. Huang prepares a little wine to clean up the dust for everyone."

Fatty Huang shyly put on a chubby face, and said with a flattering smile: "The fairy masters have worked hard all the way. This time, killing demons and eliminating demons to save the people of Baima City from the fire and water, this person Huang represents the number of people in Baima City." Hundreds of thousands of people expressed their gratitude."

Qin Zhaoyang looked at his senior brothers around him. They were either old wounds that hadn't healed, or they had been traveling all the way. Although they didn't think much of the worldly food, wine, meat and food, they always needed a temporary place to stay, and they couldn't return to Piaoxiang in such a mess. Academy.

Even, this time he sacrificed hundreds of brothers and sisters, he needs to formulate a good word, how to report to the master.

Qin Zhaoyang nodded, "Lead the way."

The surrounding white-robed scholars stepped forward one after another and took back their own tainted magical artifacts. These magical artifacts can only be used again if they are brought back to Piaoxiang Academy and asked the seniors in the master's school to purify the evil mana contaminated in them.

If you are lucky, you can restore the appearance of the previous magic artifact. If you are unlucky, it will be seriously polluted, and it is very likely that it will drop a grade.

"Fairy masters, this way please."

Fatty Huang's face was full of smiles, and he hurriedly walked in the front and began to lead the way. According to Fatty Huang's nature of never being disadvantaged, he was willing to bleed this time to treat the immortal master warmly, so he naturally had his wishful thinking.

Fatty Huang is declaring and demonstrating to other Baima City residents who survived the disaster. From now on, there will be no bald city lord in Baima City, and he - Fatty Huang, will be the next City Lord of Baima City.

A bad ship has three thousand nails.

Even though Baima City is now in ruins, in the hands of Fatty Huang, even if it scrapes the ground three feet, oil and water will still be squeezed out.