Fantasy: Ten consecutive draws at the beginning will make you invincible

Chapter 104 The beast tide is in chaos, and the Taoist of the Thunder Sect is dead

There are hundreds of millions of people in the East Wilderness.

Only a few can really practice.

Ordinary people who cannot practice are usually called cultivators by immortals.

But at this time, these villagers sincerely feel that the young man in front of them is an immortal who has descended to the earth.

All the children have admiration in their eyes.

Roar!

At this time, a deafening beast roar came.

Outside the village, a lion with flames all over his body rushed over.

The lion roared, and even the space rippled.

Behind the lion, there are endless beasts.

The number is no less than tens of thousands.

"It's over, the beast tide is coming again!"

"This wave of beast tide is even bigger, almost...almost drowning our village!"

"Damn it, I don't want to die yet!"

The beast tide is so huge that it covers the sky.

The villagers feel desperate again.

However, the expression of the young man in white clothes did not change at all.

He just raised his right hand gently and pointed his sword in the air.

With a puff!

The body of the flaming lion that had been charging forward suddenly froze in mid-air.

Then, the huge lion head broke off with a sound.

The body fell heavily to the ground.

It was not just the flaming lion.

The huge herd of beasts froze at this moment.

Heads fell to the ground one by one.

Blood flew.

Their lives seemed to be harvested by an invisible sickle of death, one after another, until they were completely killed.

And in front of the young man in white clothes, there seemed to be an invisible barrier.

Any blood, any corpse, was forcibly blocked outside, and could never get close.

After a few breaths.

The world was quiet.

The corpses of the spirit beasts were piled up outside the village like small pieces.

The breeze blew, and the dark clouds gradually opened.

A glimmer of light fell on the young man in white, revealing a warm light like a god's residence.

"Don't move these corpses. As long as they stand outside the village, the beast tide will not dare to attack rashly."

Tang Chen said lightly.

"Thank you for saving my life, immortal!"

"Listen to the immortal's words!"

"Imperial, please accept my worship!"

The villagers knelt down and kowtowed again, with words of gratitude.

Tang Chen nodded.

His figure flashed and landed steadily in the Pokong Xianzhou.

"This place is only a hundred miles away from Wangbei City. At our speed, we will arrive soon."

Ye Qingrou glanced at the map and said.

Tang Chen did not respond, his expression was slightly gloomy.

It was not because he felt it was difficult to accept seeing the beasts killing the villagers.

On the contrary, Tang Chen was very open-minded.

Survival of the fittest, the strong prey on the weak.

There is a competitive relationship between spirit beasts and humans.

Mutual casualties are normal.

What really makes Tang Chen unacceptable is that along the way, he only saw ordinary cultivators helping to resist the beast tide, and rarely saw the powerful Tianjiao Daozi of Xuzhou taking action.

"It can be barely explained that the Daozi Tianjiao of other Daozhou did not take action. As a cultivator of Xuzhou, he is worshipped by countless people and enjoys countless resources and spiritual materials. Now the beast tide is coming, but he is unwilling to take action to resist."

Tang Chen was silent.

...

Wangbei City.

In a luxurious restaurant.

There is singing and dancing here, and the wine glasses are constantly clashing. The scene is so extravagant.

It forms a sharp contrast with the chaotic scene outside Wangbei City.

"Everyone, I toast you a glass!"

At the banquet, a young man in brocade robe raised his glass and said loudly: "Now the beast tide is sweeping Xuzhou, and even Wangbei City has been impacted. Thank you all for taking time out of your busy schedule to help our Lei Zong wipe out the decline!"

This person is called Fang Fang, the Taoist of Lei Zong.

In front of Fang Fang, there are a group of Taoist geniuses.

These people come from different forces, and their sects are all located in Xuzhou.

Xuzhou is one of the 100 Daozhous. Xuzhou is extremely vast, and there are no less than a thousand sects.

The Lei Zong is the dominant force in Xuzhou.

However, because it is located in the border area, Xuzhou's resources are extremely poor, and the dominant force Lei Zong is far inferior to the dominant force in other Daozhou.

"Brother Fang, we have been drinking for several hours. I wonder when we will take action to resist the beast tide?"

A Tianjiao frowned.

We came to Lookout North City yesterday.

After seeing Fang, Fang never mentioned resisting the beast tide, and always took us to drink and have fun.

This puzzled us.

In addition to this person, several Tianjiao were also dissatisfied.

We came with a passion, wanting to respond to the deployment plan of Lei Zong and break the core of the beast tide in one fell swoop.

As a result, they drank more than ten rounds of wine before killing a single spirit beast.

Looking at Fang's performance, it seems that he has not drunk enough.

"I invited you to drink because I think highly of you. Why don't you give me Fang a face?"

Suddenly, a chill surged from Fang's body.

Such a big restaurant, as if falling into an ice cellar, makes people feel physically and mentally chilled.

"No... no!"

The faces of several Tianjiao changed drastically, and they raised their glasses and drank them all in one gulp.

"That's right!"

Seeing this, Fang smiled again and said loudly: "After this round of drinking, I will take you to Qingfeng Pavilion. The girls there are all very beautiful. I guarantee you won't be able to get out of bed tomorrow!"

Hearing this, the Tianjiao cursed in their hearts.

Not only drinking, Fang also wants to take them to visit brothels.

If this continues, how can they resist the beast tide?

However, they dared not speak directly.

They could only smile and nod their heads to say yes.

Yay——

The door of the wing room was pushed open.

A man and a woman, two figures slowly approached.

Fang looked at the woman at the first time, and was sobered up.

What a beautiful woman!

As a Taoist of Lei Zong, Fang had a good vision and had seen countless beauties.

Once compared with the woman in front of him, those so-called peerless beauties can only be said to be mediocre, and the difference between the two is like heaven and earth.

Then, Fang looked at another person.

At a glance, his mind was even more shaken.

White clothes are better than silver snow, with a sword on his waist and a back to the sky.

He was handsome and natural, and his temperament was like an immortal.

This was an overly handsome man.

Although the woman beside him had a stunning beauty, comparable to the beauty of a fairy, she was still a little inferior to the man.

Except Fang, the other Tianjiao Daozi were amazed.

They stood up subconsciously and moved back, as if they were afraid of staining the man's silver snow-white clothes.

"The one who spoke loudly just now, was it you?"

Tang Chen ignored the surprised eyes of the crowd and stared at Fang.

"Yes!"

Fang bowed and smiled lightly: "When the spring breeze is bright, it is the night of the beauty. Could it be that you want to go to Qingfeng Pavilion?"

While speaking, Fang looked deeply at Tang Chen and Ye Qingrou.

He felt that the two people looked very familiar.

But he just couldn't remember them for a while.

"What a bright spring breeze!"

Tang Chen sneered.

The next moment.

The smile on Tang Chen's face disappeared, and the sword finger flashed.

Puff!

A column of hot blood spurted out.

A headless corpse fell to the ground.

As for the head, it flew high and finally fell to the ground outside the restaurant.