I am cultivating immortals in mortal science

Chapter 299 Quick Kill and Last Words
The black-clothed monk nervously took the jade hairpin, stuck the small shifting talisman to his left shoulder, and typed out a spell with his hands free.

Yan Ran, you must not have anything to do.

This magic jade hairpin was personally refined by a monk in black for a Mulan woman. Although he was discovered before he became a spy, it was also fused with the blood essence of the Mulan woman. By virtue of its induction, See the other party's state.

After the beam of mana light hit the hosta, a layer of pale golden forbidden light film emerged, and then shattered into light spots.

Before the black-clothed monk understood the reason for the abnormality, he saw a flash of blood on the jade hairpin, and the next moment it shattered into pieces!

"You guys killed her!"

The man in black screamed like a cuckoo weeping blood, and looked at the three with bloodshot eyes.

"Haha, this kind of traitor, we naturally want to kill him and hurry up!"

"You don't care about the information I stole?!"

The black-clothed friar yelled in disbelief, at the same time filled with regret.

If he died of serious injuries and returned directly to the Moon Sect, Yan Ran would not die tragically!

Now that his lover is dead, the monk in black no longer has any worries, so he triggers the small shifting talisman to escape.

However, as soon as he activated his mana, a strong sense of dizziness made his body shake.

"You spies of the Nine Nations Alliance have always kept information in their heads. Do you really think we will believe in non-existent things like jade slips of information?!"

These three painted-faced monks came from the second tribe of the Mulan people, and they were responsible for punishing spies, and they had a wealth of experience.

It is not comparable to an unqualified spy who will fall in love with a woman from the enemy camp when performing a mission!
At this time, the monk in black had no time to listen to the other party's ridicule. He shook his head twice, trying to get rid of the dizziness, but this undoubtedly ended in failure.

The great despair made him think about something, and he looked down at the hand holding the hosta, only to see that the meridians were all black, and the flesh and blood were almost necrotic.

"Ten Absolute Poisons! You really think highly of me!"

The black-clothed friar smiled miserably. Knowing that there is no cure for the poison, he suddenly lost his will to survive and fell to the ground slumped.

However, just when the painted-faced trio thought their mission was complete and were about to destroy the corpse, a command arrow shot out from the back of the black-clothed monk and shot straight into the sky hundreds of feet high.

With a bang, the arrow blasted out a huge Zonghui covering the moon.

When the three people with painted faces saw this scene, they suddenly knew that they couldn't stay here for long, but the leading red-faced monk seemed to have sensed something was wrong, the pupils under the mask shot out spiritual light, swept towards a white cloud, and unexpectedly two figures appeared!

The three of them were shocked, and suddenly realized that what they did and said were in the eyes and ears of these two!

"It's really unlucky, that red-faced cultivator has cultivated the rare spiritual power!"

Seeing the three men approaching fiercely, Luo Hong secretly groaned, he was not afraid of them, but that the people who concealed the Moon Sect would arrive soon after the arrow fired.

Fortunately, the other party was also afraid of being caught by the monks of the Moon Sect, so he wanted to make a quick decision, which coincided with Luo Hong.

In order not to let Fan Mengyi become a burden, Luo Hong swooped down against the three of them with painted faces.

Sensing Luo Hong's mana breath in the late stage of alchemy, although the three of them were not careless, they were not afraid of it. After all, the headed red-faced monk was also at the late stage of alchemy, and the other two were at the middle stage of alchemy.

With such strength, it is certain to kill a cultivator in the late stage of alchemy. The other party dared to meet him head-on, probably to protect the foundation-establishing female cultivator next to him, and to delay time and wait to cover up Yue Zonggao. support from monks.

"Shoot with all your strength, don't let him delay!"

The red-faced monk thought he had seen through Luo Hong's plot, and immediately ordered.

Therefore, the three of them each pinched the magic formula, and transformed into a fire tiger with two wings, a cold snake with a white body and red pupils, and a black eagle with iron feathers, and pointed at Luo Hong at the same time.

All of a sudden, these three alien beasts, transformed by spiritual magic, flew towards Luo Hong at the same time, and the tiger attacked the snake, bit the eagle, and the coordination between them was perfect.

But the moment before these attacks landed on Luo Hong, a white light flashed all over his body, and he disappeared without a trace in an instant.

When it reappeared, it was already close to the three of them, and it was flying towards the black-faced monk!

In the blink of an eye, the black-faced monk only had time to infuse mana into his body shield, while Luo Hong's right leg was already covered with a layer of black light.

Immediately after hearing a "bang", the black-faced cultivator's body exploded like an arrow just now, and was actually kicked to pieces by Luo Hong's violent volley that was powerful enough to subdue a dragon!
After killing the black-faced monk, Luo Hong immediately turned around and swung his arms, and a black bead flew out, flying straight towards the white-faced monk.

The horror of his companion being blown into blood foam still lingered in the heart of the white-faced monk, so when he saw that he was Luo Hong's next target, the formula in his hand changed immediately, and a giant ice crystal covered with frost condensed in front of him. shield.

At this time, the Zhenhai Pearl, which was only the size of a baby's fist, flew over, and in an instant it swelled to the size of a house, filling the vision of the white-faced monk.

"No!"

The white-faced monk only had time to let out a scream, and the huge ice crystal shield in front of him was crushed into fine powder and smashed on his body.

Luo Hong didn't look at Zhenhai Zhu, who was falling straight down to the mountain below, but stared at the headed red-faced monk with killing intent, his eyes gradually became silvery.

However, just before casting the silver pupils, the red-faced monk suddenly turned into a flame and fled into the distance.

Although it was only for a few breaths, the red-faced monk had already recognized the gap between the enemy and ourselves.

The instant tragic death of the two companions made him deeply aware that if he stayed behind to fight, he would fall instantly, and only by escaping could he have a chance.

The escape speed of the monks in the late stage of alchemy was extremely astonishing, not to mention that the opponent also used a spiritual technique to increase the escape speed. Luo Hong frowned, and turned into a blue escape light, sometimes flying away and sometimes teleporting to catch up.

After the two left, Fan Mengyi floated down slowly, stretched out his hand to take a picture, and took the storage bags of the two dead Mulan lawmen into his hands.

Staring at the storage bags for a few breaths, Fan Mengyi couldn't help but shook her head with a wry smile and said:
"Master, you should hurry up and conceive a baby, this is too bullying."

After sighing, Fan Mengyi flew towards the dying black-clothed monk lying on the ground, out of caution she didn't get too close.

At this moment, the black-clothed monk was already completely black, with a poisonous gas attacking his heart, and he might die suddenly at any time.

As if he had noticed Fan Mengyi who was approaching, he struggled to utter four words:
"Holy Beast. Mirror"

As soon as the words fell, a large amount of poisonous blood poured out of the mouth of the black-clothed cultivator, clutching the poisoned jade hairpin tightly, he died of exhaustion.

"It's so poisonous, it didn't even leave the primordial spirit behind!"

Fan Mengyi stepped back a few feet in fear, lest she also be infected with this terrible poison.

At this moment, a few loud noises and auras of different colors came from the distant horizon, but they subsided quickly.

Fan Mengyi waited for a while with peace of mind, and then saw Luo Hong suddenly appear beside her.

Just glanced at the black-clothed monk to confirm that he was exhausted, Luo Hong grabbed Fan Mengyi's shoulder and turned into a ray of light and walked away.

After fleeing for thousands of miles, Luo Hong brought Fan Mengyi to a small market and hid his cultivation to live in an inn.

"Master, storage bag."

As soon as she was safe, Fan Mengyi offered the storage bag she had collected with both hands.

After Luo Hong accepted it expressionlessly, she asked in a deep voice:
"What did the monk in black say at the end?"

"Yes, he said 'Holy Beast' and 'Precious Mirror'!"

Luo Hong's eyes narrowed immediately, this matter was far more troublesome than he expected.

(End of this chapter)