Chapter 16: The Battle of the Mountain (3)

The eldest grandson Hong appeared at the foot of Nanshan Mountain.

Crane Laisheng said: "The main owner of the original water gate has appeared, let's go and see it."

The group immediately pounced.

On the northwest slope, the short Qi Refiner performed his nirvana several times, but he was a little short, and he judged that there was a great chance to kill the other party, but he was unlucky, so he didn't succeed. He calmed down and fought steadily, but as a result, he had used more than half of the more than a dozen secret techniques he had mastered, but he was always almost escaped by the other party in various ways of luck.

While Zhao Wuji was dealing with the short Qi Refiner, he was paying attention to the Thin Qi Refiner who was fighting against Xi Ling, and most of his attention fell on this person.

Xi Ling wanted to find a soft pinch, it seemed that he had picked the wrong object, it was not so simple to be a thin qi refiner, his whole body was full of femininity, and his shot also carried a trace of yin wind, which seemed to be weak, but it was a little weird.

Xi Ling with a long sword and he seems to have an advantage, but can not completely suppress the other party, the other party is not in a hurry, there are one or two moves out of ten to counterattack, but just these two moves can work, the staff wind hurt Xi Ling's shoulders and legs several times, although there is no big problem, but it is faintly painful, and it is a little embarrassed.

"Die!"

Xi Ling stabbed out with a sword, a dazzling white light flashed in the air, and the power suddenly increased, this is the secret technique of the Xi family, shining swordsmanship, the spiritual power burst on the sword body, emitting a ball of light, making it impossible to accurately judge the sword path.

This is Xi Ling's housekeeping skill, and it is indeed a bit mysterious.

The Dry and Thin Qi Refiner snorted coldly, and the short staff in his hand drew an arc, and a spiritual light shield quickly blocked in front of him.

With a bang, the aura shield was shattered by the sword light, and the power continued to bombard the thin qi refiner without decreasing much, and at the same time, a talisman seal flashing with yellow aura had already hit out.

The face of the thin Qi Refiner sank, and the short staff waved again, blocking the sword, and then about to dodge back, but found that it was like mud, and the yellow talisman just now had a fixing effect.

He let out a loud shout, and with a flash of inspiration, he broke the fix.

At this moment, Xi Ling's fingers moved slightly, and a black dot quickly rushed in front of him, this was a spirit rune sword.

Spirit Rune Sword, this is a spirit treasure, high-level qi refiners can inject their mana into it in advance, low-level qi refiners can be activated as long as they are activated, and they are generally not sold, and they are often made by the elders of the family themselves for the juniors.

This spirit rune sword is not of low grade, and in addition to the black light shining, it also emits a dull thunderous sound.

This is the killer move of Xiling at the bottom of the box!

Nirvana!

Xiling smirked.

But at this moment, the thin monk's eyes emitted a black light, which instantly condensed into two skeletons, one skeleton bit the black sword, did not let go at all, and danced with the sword, looking very funny, and the other pounced directly on Xi Ling's neck.

Xi Ling was shocked that the other party turned out to be a ghost cultivator.

Ghost cultivation is forbidden by the mainland, ostensibly due to the cruelty of some aspects of the cultivation method, the real reason is that summoning ghost cultivation requires spiritual rice, and spiritual rice is extremely precious in the cultivation world, such as a skeleton level of evil ghosts will consume three spiritual rice in a quarter of an hour, and spiritual rice is one of the very few treasures that can extend the life of a monk, fifty spiritual rice can extend the life of a monk, how precious the spiritual rice is can be imagined.

Lingmi's appearance immediately startled Zao Wou-Ki on the side.

The kid is a tyrannical thing!

Zao Wou-Ki was extremely distressed, it was as infuriating as if people didn't have to eat for dogs.

He stabbed out with a sword, slashing the spirit ghost that had pounced on Xi Ling's neck.

A trace of horror flashed in the thin monk's eyes, only he knew how powerful the spirit ghost was, how hard the spirit ghost's brain case was, and he was actually slashed and killed by a sword?!

Zao Wou-Ki saved Xi Ling.

Xi Ling's face was pale, this series of battles consumed him a lot, and when the spirit ghost pounced, he didn't have time to react, and he was powerless to react, he was going to die, and suddenly the spirit ghost was shot to death. He gasped for air, his mood ebbing and flowing.

The short Qi Refiner over there was bent on fighting with Zao Wou-Ki, and suddenly Zao Wou-Ki disappeared in front of him, and he actually left him to intervene in the battle over there, this kind of naked contempt made him unbearable.

"Die!"

The short Qi Refiner slashed at the head of the sword.

"Look for death!"

Zhao Wuji didn't want to pay attention to him, and he had to deal with it at the moment, but as a result, the sword light flashed, cutting through the impossible gap, and the short monk who had been fighting for a long time was cut into two ends.

A ninth-grade qi refiner was killed by his sword in an instant.

At this moment, the Dry and Thin Qi Refiner judged that the situation was not good, one flew away, turned around and fled frantically, and Zhao Wuji quickly pursued.

This person is too important to him, to be able to summon spirit ghosts, there must be more than a hundred spirit rice on his body, and spirit rice is what he needs the most.

The meaning of the continuation of life, even if it is only a little bit, makes him willing to take risks.

Xi Ling was in a big disaster, calmed down, this time he made a fool, he didn't expect the other party to be a ghost cultivator, and he didn't expect Zhao Wuji to be so powerful, but Lingmi is still a very scarce baby, if he can get Lingmi and give it to his father, it will be very good for him.

He also chased after him with a gloomy face.

He wasn't afraid, but he judged that Zao Wou-Ki had saved him just now, and he must have been afraid of his father, and he would definitely help him in the future.

The probability of a Qi Refiner in the cultivation realm being promoted to the realm of a real person is very small, it can be said that there is no one in ten thousand, and the strength of a real person crushes the Qi Refiner, so the Qi Refiner is sincerely afraid in the face of a real person, and it is a blessing to be able to tie the knot, and he does not dare to disobey in any way, which is a common phenomenon in the cultivation world.

He grew up in a family since he was a child, and he never went far away, and the qi refiners in the family all followed him and responded to his needs, which gave him a fatal illusion, as long as he was careful, he might be able to get Lingmi.

But the rivers and lakes are not families, although the big fish eat the small fish, and the small fish eat the shrimp, there are also many small poisonous fish that eat the big fish.

The Thin Monk was very resolute and sneaked all the way south, and the speed was extremely fast.

Zao Wou-Ki chased behind.

There is a dense forest in front of him, Zao Wou-Ki frowned slightly, cultivators know that they can't enter the forest, because the forest is conducive to hiding, sneak attack, and the pursuer is passive.

Zao Wou-Ki still jumped in, for the sake of Lingmi, it was worth taking a proper risk.

The forest was gloomy, and the smell of old and rotting trees came to the nose, but there was no thin monk.

He searched through the disturbed grass, and when he reached the edge of the dense forest, the traces were gone, and just as he was looking for new traces, a large tree came into his eyes, and an arrow had been carved into the trunk of a man-tall tree.

This arrow had just been carved and pointed in a direction, apparently in the direction in which the thin monk had fled, and there was no one else in the forest, so it could only be carved by the thin monk.

Give me directions? *#！

Zao Wou-Ki immediately chased after him.

Xi Ling soon arrived at the dense forest, instinctively sensed the danger, wandered for a long time and entered the dense forest, and then also saw the direction carved on the big tree, he pondered, he slightly deviated from the direction of the arrow to chase after it, to avoid running into the two in front of him.

Zao Wou-Ki chased all the way through the dense forest, and the thin monk was still running forward, passing through a few dense forests, and was almost to the beach.

The tsunami roared here, and any sounds of fighting could be drowned, and Zao Wou-Ki carefully traced the small hills, searching for the huge reef areas along the coast at the foot of the mountain.