Ninth Uncle Shi Shaojian

Chapter 81
There was no deafening bang, and there was no earth-shattering vision. The small golden sword disappeared between the sky and the earth, turning into dazzling golden light and spreading away in all directions.

A gray-robed man in the mid-stage of internal vision was affected by the golden light, and his flesh and blood were quickly metalized. In the blink of an eye, he turned into a running metal sculpture.

Destruction!

Unrivaled!

The five gray-robed men in the inner vision turned into five metal sculptures with different movements.Deacon Lu roared unwillingly, took out a bronze token from his pocket, and was about to use mana to activate the runes on the surface, when the golden light swept across him, he froze in place and turned into a metal sculpture.

This is a genuine Daoist realm descendant master!
There is no resistance!

The spells left by the grandmaster-level monsters are so terrifying, so what kind of power will the real grandmaster have?
Hard to imagine.

Song Yunzi himself was frightened. He watched the still powerful Deacon Lu turn into metal. The impact was quite big, but he didn't have time to be shocked.This golden sword was given to him by his master Master Qingxu to save his life, and he was told not to use it unless it was absolutely necessary, because the spell it released would not distinguish between enemy and friend.

Therefore, it was useless when the flame moth attacked, and it was useless when the five poisonous Gu was aggressive. It was not until the six deacon Lu was lured out that he delayed the time to activate the golden sword spell with the mana and gold power in his body, intending to solve Lu at once. With six deacons, he succeeded.

What is lost may be only one's own life.

He smiled, and the smile froze on his face, and he couldn't hear any other voices.

After a long time, Zhong Yunzi came back with a few uninjured Maoshan disciples, and they were shocked by what they saw.The ground, grass, trees, insects, and people within a radius of 50 meters have all turned into metal. Walking into it is like entering a small steel forest.

Song Yunzi stood with a smile on his face, the hem of his clothes blown by the night wind froze in the air.Zhong Yunzi shouted loudly, with a sad voice, and then called his disciples to come and remove the sculpture that Song Yunzi had turned into. He soon ran into difficulties, because Song Yunzi's feet had already been connected to the ground.In order not to hurt Song Yunzi's body, Zhong Yunzi even managed to cut a piece of the ground and carry it away.

That night, Shi Shaojian slept very comfortably.

After taking Ren Tingting to practice in the backyard of the hotel, the two went out hand in hand, went to Qian's Western Restaurant to buy some breakfasts, and went straight to Uncle Jiu's Taoist hall.

As soon as they arrived at the door, they heard someone talking inside. When they went in, Shi Shaojian and Ren Tingting were shocked.I saw that the Maoshan disciples who were drinking and chatting together last night were missing arms, legs, or parts, leaning, lying, or sitting in the courtyard moaning in pain.Qiusheng, Wencai, Zhong Yunzi, Qingyunzi and others are very busy feeding medicine and healing their injuries.

"Qiu Sheng, what happened?"

Qiu Sheng said in a low voice, "I don't know either, it seems that they met some people who were prostitutes on the road last night, three senior uncles were poisoned, most of the senior brothers died, only a few people came back, and one died just now, it's too tragic gone."

Shi Shaojian's expression was heavy, he glanced around, and asked, "Where's Uncle Songyunzi?"

"Uncle Master is even worse. I heard that he cast an extremely powerful spell to save everyone. His whole body has turned into a lump of iron. Master and uncle are trying to find a way in the room."

"I'll go in and have a look, Tingting..."

"I'm helping them outside."

"Ah."

Shi Shaojian walked into the main room alone, Uncle Jiu and Shi Jian frowning, looked up at him without saying a word.Song Yunzi was lying on the bed in the center of the living room, his face and Taoist robes had a metallic texture, and he remained motionless.

"Master, Uncle, Uncle Songyunzi, is he alright?"

Shi Jian snorted coldly: "Uncle Qingxu is too eccentric, he just gave Song Yunzi a magic weapon that the master cast a spell on, and he spared no expense to help him practice the golden light magic spell, which is in his lungs He condensed a golden power, and it was this golden power that saved his life. However, the golden power was too strong, and most of Junior Brother Song Yunzi's body was already metalized. If he couldn't resolve it in time, he would definitely die within seven days .”

"Can mage-level monks practice the Golden Light Curse?" Shi Shaojian's focus was obviously different from others.

Shi Jian said impatiently: "How many times have I told you that those who have a backer can take shortcuts, those who don't have a backer can only practice according to the book, Junior Song Yunzi is the first disciple of Master Qing Xu, compared to our status It’s much more important.” (The movie doesn’t explicitly say that Shi Jian is the head of Maoshan, it only shows his high status.)
Hearing this, Uncle Jiu frowned, "Senior brother, we are brothers from the same school, so it's inappropriate to say these things."

"Then what's your opinion?"

"What do you think, brother?"

"In the entire Maoshan, only Uncle Qingxu has practiced the Golden Light Curse. Whether he can break the curse depends entirely on him. What can we do?"

"Uncle Qingxu..." Uncle Jiu smiled wryly.

Shi Shaojian didn't understand why they were hesitating, "Then use the gossip mirror to inform Master Qingxu to come over."

"How do you know we didn't notify you?"

"what's the situation?"

"Uncle Qingxu left Maoshan a few days ago, Junior Brother Fang Yunzi wrote back saying that he could not be contacted, and Uncle Yuxu has not left the retreat, so there is no one to be found at this juncture." Uncle Jiu said with a sad face.

"Do your best and obey the destiny." Shi Jian stood up and strode out of the living room.

Only Shi Shaojian and Uncle Jiu were left in the living room. Shi Shaojian looked at him and asked, "Master, I heard from Qiu Sheng that Master Song Yunzi and the others met the descendant master last night?"

"That's what happened."

"Why did the head-down master attack them?"

Uncle Jiu sighed: "The master of the lower head is here for the two of us. What kind of soul stone are they looking for? Shaojian, have you seen it?"

"Soul stone?" Shi Shaojian shook his head and said, "I've never heard of it. I don't even know what a soul stone looks like."

"I've never heard of it either. Junior Brother Song Yunzi and the others were injured and died tragically, all for us." Uncle Ninth said with some sadness and guilt.

Shi Shaojian disagreed with his statement, "Uncle, the current teaching has changed. Did they dare to attack so many Maoshan disciples so openly before? They didn't dare at all. Our Maoshan sect only has two Daoist monks, and they died in our There are two head-removing masters of the same level in my hand, does the uncle know what this means?"

Uncle Jiu said solemnly: "The Jiangjiao has risen again."

"Yes, Jiangjiao may have become stronger against the righteous path of the spirit world, and we are still in the dark. Based on their past behavior, even if we don't kill Feng Yan, Uncle Songyunzi will not have this catastrophe. There are other uncles who have suffered."

"Aren't you worrying for nothing? Why do I feel that the spirit world is going to be in chaos the more I hear it?" Uncle Jiu was dubious.

Shi Shaojian smiled and said: "I also hope that this will not happen, but it is right to make some preparations in advance." He joked, "Maybe a new wave of head-down masters is on the way."

Shi Jian has the potential of a prophet, and indeed a group of uninvited guests came to Fengcun.

Three days later in the evening, this group of people appeared at the place where Song Yunzi and Deacon Lu fought.A strange man wrapped in a black robe leaned over, his sleeves slid open to reveal a claw covered with scales, the sharp claw cut through the metal ground like cutting tofu, and pulled out a token that had not been assimilated by the power of gold.

　Chapter 3 pigeons, take time to make up.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)