Chapter 7: The Devil of Earth

The autumn red leaves were in the soil, and the grief in Li Bugui's heart finally felt a little comforted, and at this time, he felt that there seemed to be someone behind him.

When he turned around, he saw the martial artist.

It seems that the martial artist has been here for a while, and he probably doesn't want to disturb Li Bugui, so he didn't make a sound to alarm him.

"He's a good city lord!" The martial artist walked over, picked up a handful of crushed ice powder, sprinkled it on the autumn red leaf grave, and then stroked Li Bugui's shoulder, and said, "I think the best way for us to miss him is to fulfill his last wish and take you to a safe place as soon as possible - although Noba has left, we still can't stay here for long!"

Li Bugui understood what the martial artist meant, he tried his best to tidy up his tattered clothes and pants, and kowtowed respectfully three times in front of the grave of autumn red leaves.

"Shall we go to Syracuse?" Li Bugui asked the martial artist.

"Yongxue City can't go anymore, if Lao Qiu doesn't die, Yongxue City is of course the first choice to protect you, but he is no longer there, and Yongxue City is no longer safe for you - Lao Qiu was tracked by Noba all the way, which shows that there are traitors in Yongxue City! This is also the reason why Lao Qiu does not allow me to face Noba with him, and only allows me to be his relay substitute, he doesn't want us both to die at Noba's hands - from now on, we will do our best to go away, to the deepest mountains, to the most secret jungle!"

"Good!" Li Bugui nodded firmly.

For the snowy region, all Li Bugui can do at present is to hide, as long as he successfully escapes the pursuit of the snowy region, it is his greatest victory.

But I heard a gloomy voice suddenly come from outside the ice cave: "I don't think it's good!"

Under the cold moonlight, at the mouth of the ice cave, a dark mist floated up from the ground, and the mist was filled, and the oblique wind and drizzle swept in.

The black mist hid itself in the ice cave, gathering into a vague human form in front of Li Bugui and the martial artist, and a human voice with a somewhat stiff pronunciation and at the same time releasing a gloomy and evil aura floated out of a transmission bell in its hand, echoing in the ice cave: "Lord Noba left me as the backhand, and it was really clever - haha, you can't go anywhere!"

A converging, talking cloud.

Li Buhui has never seen anything like this.

"It's the Hell! There is Tiangang in the sky, and there is a demon in the earth, this is the people of the Wuling Sect in the Snowy Land, using mandalas and spells to lure and manipulate the earth demons to make ghosts!" The martial artist said to Li Bugui while protecting him behind him.

"It looks like a ghost, so it's hard to deal with?" Li Bugui poked his head out from behind the martial artist: "How did they do it?" ”

"The evil qi is stained with the body and invades the body, and if you don't die, you have to shed your skin, of course it's difficult to deal with! As for the method of manipulating evil qi, which is the so-called witchcraft, just like our Maojiao in Zhongzhou - some martial arts cultivation is limited to meridians and qualifications, and it is difficult to achieve success in their own cultivation, so with the help of talismans, spells, and mandalas, they focus on communicating with those invisible spiritual forces in the outside world, and make some kind of mysterious contract with them, so as to achieve the purpose of those spiritual powers for their use! Of course, there are also some people who are born with witchcraft bloodline, and the realm level of these people is very different from that of ordinary spell keepers and mandala monks, they can sacrifice witch spirits, the stronger the witch spirits, the more evil the power they can mobilize and control, and they themselves are already extremely strong spirits!" The martial artist was on full alert, and explained to Li Bugui on the one hand, so that he could increase his knowledge.

Such a strange thing, Li Bugui is simply unheard of: "So that's the case-this evil spirit body in front of it is formless and substantial, and it looks like it can't be killed, but there must still be a way to deal with it, right?!"

"That's right," the martial artist said with certainty: "Martial cultivators below the psychic realm really can't do anything with this kind of invisible spirits, but after the psychic martial cultivators, they can use their spiritual sense to find their primordial spirits and attack, and the primordial spirits are where the cover of these formless spirits is located!"

"Hahaha," the sound transmission bell in the hand of the earth demon shook rapidly, and the voice inside made a strange laugh: "You have a little knowledge, but you don't want to get out of this ice cave tonight no matter what, you Zhongzhou people are the most hateful, if it weren't for the so-called Vajra Heart brought by your dog princess back then, how could my Wuling Sect be squeezed out and fallen by the snowy region?" You Zhongzhou people owe the Witch Spirit Sect, so you two will use your flesh and blood, souls, and sword fetuses to repay it tonight! ”

"It's ridiculous," the martial artist refuted the voice in the transmission bell and said, "Princess Liancheng married to the Snow Domain, not only bringing a lot of martial arts cultivation techniques to the Snow Domain, but also bringing Zhongzhou's advanced medical books and grain planting, textile and other technologies to the Snowy Region...... Princess Liancheng is widely respected and loved in the Snowy Regions, how dare you and the Wuling Sect Xiaoxiao insult her?! And the reason why your Wuling Sect will decline in the Snowy Region is because you have taken the evil path in the first place, and you should be abandoned like a shoe—I'm just wondering, how did the Wuling Sect, which has been abandoned in the Snowy Region for many years, climb up to Noba, one of the three major shamans in the Snowy Region? The Lord of the Snow Land has a deep hatred for you and the Wuling Sect, where did Noba have the courage to collude with you?!"

The voice in the transmission bell seemed to be aware of the gaffe, and couldn't help but pause for a moment, but then laughed again, "The dying person, I will say a few more words to you, and it doesn't hurt - Wan Xueqing's house, not only is it a good son and grandson of the dog princess, not only staining my Wuling Sect's cultivation methods cruelly and striking hard, but also praising the dog princess's thoughts of civilians, and entering with equality and compassion." Holy Vajra Heart', thus implementing a lot of decrees that favored the common people, but he didn't know that his decrees touched the interests of countless nobles, and the nobles had long been deeply dissatisfied with him like my Wuling Sect! Wan Xueqing didn't realize it, but thought that her martial arts had reached the perfection of her martial arts, and went to retreat to comprehend the so-called 'Holy Vajra Heart', and completely entrusted the political affairs to the three high priests...... Haha, in the three years he has been in retreat, my Wuling Sect has formed a blood alliance with the three major shamans......!"

When the martial artist heard these words, he understood a lot of reasons, sighed, and said: "It turns out that it is not the intention of the Lord of Ten Thousand Snow to invade Ling and embrace Snow City - is Lord Wan Xue okay with others?" ”

The voice in the sound transmission bell said proudly: "The royal power of Zhongzhou is weak, the princes of Kyushu are dividing and attacking each other, my snow region just takes this opportunity to get a piece of the pie, as for Wan Xueqing, hehe, he will close it for the rest of his life!"

The more the martial artist listened, the more angry he became: "The evil traitor is not rampant!"

"Hahaha, it's not just rampant, it's going to kill you!" The sound transmission bell was full of laughter, and the earth-shattering human form had revealed a hideous appearance, and with a flick of his right hand, a jet-black mist blade condensed in his palm, slashing towards the martial artist.