Changsheng: I, Cao, can see the prompt

Chapter 168
It's just that after the seven Western Region sect disciples got closer to where Cao Wei and the others were, Xia Houyong saw that the smoke from the wooden tripod in his palm became more and more solidified, so he suddenly raised his hand as a signal.

"It seems that these three Taoist friends of Qingxia Sect want to compete with me in the front." The bearded man surnamed Chen sneered,
As soon as the words fell, the figures of the seven people flickered, and surrounded the four foundation builders in a tacit understanding.

Seeing this, the middle-aged well-dressed man in the middle stage of foundation establishment suddenly turned gloomy, while the other three early-stage casual cultivators approached him immediately.

Everyone sacrificed their magic weapons, and their whole body was also enveloped by auras transformed by various defensive means such as spirit beads, magic shields, and talismans.

"What do you guys mean?" the middle-aged decorator said in a deep voice.

"After all, Li Daoyou is a local foundation cultivator in southern Xinjiang. I think he is more familiar with Youyun Daze than outsiders like me. It is better to take the four of you next, so as not to accidentally go in the wrong direction!" Xia Houyong said loudly laughed.

"Why, is it possible that Brother Xiahou has forgotten that he has wandered here for decades when he entered the Tianmo Gate? Isn't he too forgetful?" There are several inch-long spiritual cones between the five fingers of the middle-aged fitter. Swimming through like a fish, the aura falters.

During this trip, he didn't want to be the first bird to attract all the attention of the three members of Qingxia Sect!

After all, Lu Zai and Fang Ming are not easy to mess with.

In a sense, the former can be said to be the great-disciple and grandson of Zhenjun Xiaguang's lineage. Of course, this statement is a bit reluctant.

Master Fang You is Xia Guang's direct disciple, while Lu Hu is only a registered disciple of Master Fang You. Therefore, as Lu Hu's disciple, Lu Zai, his name is not qualified to be placed on the master-disciple succession.

But even so, this person is more difficult to deal with than Qingxiazong's ordinary mid-stage foundation establishment.

Although the latter Fang Ming is only at the early stage of foundation establishment, but as the youngest foundation establishment monk in the Jindan family, no one can guarantee how many means this person has to protect himself and kill the enemy.

Who let the Fang family have a good ancestor, even if hundreds of years have passed, he can still shelter the descendants of monks!

And Cao Wei, who was not well-known at the beginning, after the reminder of the bearded man surnamed Chen, everyone also understood that this person might be the most troublesome.

In this world, a monk who can practice all the way from the late stage of Qi refining to the middle stage of foundation establishment within six years is definitely not an easy thing.

Otherwise, the Kui Niu monster who has lived for hundreds of years in the Qingxia Sect, how can he recognize him as a descendant?
However, the other two thin middle-aged monks from the Tianmo Sect didn't have much patience.

One of them looked at the four of them indifferently, and said in a deep voice, "Should you go forward to explore the way obediently, or let me wait to help you?"

As he spoke, he spread out his palm, only to see four dark objects in his palm, the size of longan kernels.

From the appearance point of view, it is no different from ordinary pills.

However, under everyone's consciousness, these black pills are obviously tens of thousands of bugs tightly hugging together.

But Xia Houyong said unhurriedly: "The Li family in Chaoyang, the Yu family in Sanchuan, the Su family in Shanggu, and the Xu family in Yunzhong, how are the four friends thinking?"

Hearing this, the faces of the four of them suddenly changed, because this is where their secular family is.

"Brother Xiahou, is it meaningless for you to say this? How can we involve ordinary people in the matter between us and other monks. Once this matter is known to the Qingxia Sect, it is very likely to trigger a wave of controversy between our southern border and the western regions. If that is the case, you guys will also bear the blame!" The middle-aged repairman said in a deep voice.

It's just that the charming female cultivator surnamed Wen from Wunian Temple sneered when she heard this:
"Li Daoyou is quite good at giving people a high hat. Not to mention whether you can represent the entire southern border cultivation world based on your four mere foundation-building casual cultivators. How, at most, cover the lid to keep the outside world from knowing. Is it possible that Xiaguang Zhenjun will really stand up for these ants? You don’t want to talk about it. Are you convinced or not? To be accurate, and to save everyone's time."

As soon as she finished speaking, there was a crackling sound from the bone whip in her hand, and the whip was broken piece by piece, turning into nine white bone swords, whirling around her body, the blade glowed coldly, buzzing Neighing like a snake.

Of course, some of these words are true and some are false.

The Qingxia Sect will not fight the three Nascent Soul Sects of the Western Regions, Tianmo Sect, Wunian Temple, and Baihua Valley, just because of a few mortal families, and will also hide the matter.And if other monks have doubts about this, either ignore it and let this trivial matter go away, or find a plausible excuse when there is a lot of discussion.

However, in order to calm down the pressure exerted by the Qingxia Sect, these disciples could not escape the end of death in the end.

However, after more than ten breaths of time, the four of them did not say a word.

"All benefactors, please make a decision as soon as possible!" Bai Yun put his palms together and said slowly.

"It seems that you don't plan to cooperate anymore. Well, since you want to hurt your tribe, don't blame us for being cruel." Xia Houyong's expression turned cold, and he said gloomyly.

As soon as the sound fell, the middle-aged repairman, who was among the three casual cultivators in the early stage of foundation establishment, suddenly burst into the sky with blue light surging all over his body. The east gallops away.

And at this time, the words of this person came faintly.

"Fellow daoists, Li only wants to protect himself, and has no intention of becoming an enemy to you. After leaving, he will never tell anyone else about what happened to you."

In just a few words, within one or two breaths, the blue light transformed by this person shot out another li or two.

"I thought you were relying on something. It's too whimsical to want to get away with just a piece of magic amulet!" Xia Houyong said in a deep voice.

Before he finished speaking, he bent his knees slightly, and with a bang, a deep pit with a radius of several feet suddenly appeared under him, and accompanied by a gust of wind, the grass in all directions was directly pressed to the ground.

I saw Xia Houyong's figure disappearing in place, flying nearly a hundred feet into the air, and then turning into a golden-red shadow in mid-air and rushing away.

The remaining six Western Region sect disciples looked at the remaining three with indifferent expressions.

"How about you, you can learn from that Li Daoyou and see if you can escape from death?" The bearded man surnamed Chen from Tianmomen chuckled lightly.

"No need, I will take this ten thousand insect powder pill. Regardless of the success or failure of this trip, I think I will die if I think about it. I just ask you not to blame Yu's clan!" An old man sighed and put away his flying sword and magic shield.

Seeing this, the middle-aged cultivator of Tianmo Sect flicked his fingers, and a black pill fell into his hands.

The old man surnamed Yu weighed the poison pill in his hand, then closed his eyes, opened his mouth and swallowed it.

As soon as the black pill was swallowed, the old man let out a heart-piercing scream and fell to the ground, rolling back and forth non-stop.

The blood vessels and veins on his body burst out one by one, twisting and wriggling non-stop.In addition, one after another black runes emerged, submerged into the blood vessels, and flowed to all parts of the body with the rapid blood.

After a full cup of tea, the old man stood up dripping with sweat.

It's just that this person was not injured on the surface, on the contrary, his aura was stronger than before, faintly reaching the level of the middle stage of foundation establishment.

However, when the two saw this, their expressions suddenly tightened.

"The tiger and wolf medicine that forcibly overdraws the monk's life span?" Another foundation-building casual cultivator gasped.

That day, the demon monk looked at the two of them indifferently, raised his left hand, and stretched out a finger.

After a breath, he stretched out a second one.

Seeing this, the two of them stopped resisting and put away their magic weapons.

"Even if you are sensible, a short life is better than no life now."

Between the words, two Wandu powder pills fell into their mouths.

All of a sudden, the two Foundation Establishment Loose Cultivators rolled around on the grass, screaming like the former.

The horror of the old man who established the foundation just now hadn't faded away, and he couldn't help shivering a little.

The expressions on the faces of the six people present did not change at all.

After another cup of tea, the two stood up with panicked faces, as if they had been fished out of the water.

At this time, an inhuman corpse fell down in the air. It was actually the middle-aged Jin decoration priest surnamed Li who was the first to escape just now.

The man's two thighs were broken directly from the knee, the stubble at the wound was white and reddish, and his right arm disappeared from the shoulder, as if he was dying.

Xia Houyong slowly flew down from the sky, only to see that the skin on his body had a faint golden metallic luster, but his face was as red as blood.

He gasped for air, his heart beating like a drum under his chest.

After a while, Xia Houyong just recovered a little bit, he threw the arm he was holding onto the corpse casually, and then glanced at the remaining three casual cultivators indifferently.

After sensing the aura of the three, he nodded in satisfaction.

"Is Master Xiahou in good health?" Bai Yun asked with a grin.

"It's just a bit of effort, thank you Fellow Daoist Baiyun for your concern!" Xia Houyong's breath was still a little rough at the moment, but the fluctuation of mana breath didn't fluctuate too much.

"The benefactor is fine, the little monk is relieved." Bai Yun clasped his hands together and said lightly.

Hearing this, Xia Houyong snorted coldly.

After all, how could he not know what this person was planning in his heart?
As for the middle-stage foundation-building fellow Daoist Wen of Wunian Temple, and fellow Taoist Liu of Baigugu, these two middle-stage foundation-establishment monks almost have the same plan.

Although the three parties are together, they are their own masters and schemes. If they could really work together, they would have already taken action to intercept and kill the three Qingxia sect monks in Lu Zai. Pathfinder?
Xia Houyong pointed to the southwest direction, and said in a deep voice: "The monks of the Qingxia Sect are more than three hundred miles away from here, you go there. Don't have any thoughts that you shouldn't have, and expose our identities. Otherwise, think about the end of your qi refining and secular clansmen."

Hearing this, the three of them looked at each other, then glanced at the body of fellow Taoist surnamed Li on the ground, and ran towards the direction the person pointed.

On the way, the three casual cultivators did their best to use the method of restraining energy to minimize their own sense of existence.

Xia Houyong and the other seven people watched the three of them go away, and then hung behind, keeping the distance of twenty or thirty miles.

A group of people crossed mountains and ridges, and after traveling for more than [-] years, they appeared on a relatively desolate hill, looking at a black volcano that was spewing gray smoke in front of them, and the distance between the two sides was only forty or fifty miles at the moment. .

Not far away, the speed of the three Foundation Establishment Loose Cultivators couldn't help but slow down, getting closer a little bit.

As for the place slightly above the mountainside, it has been shrouded in smoke and dust since I don't know when. It is about ten miles wide and three or four miles wide. Compared with other places without smoke and dust, it seems a bit eye-catching. .

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In the smoke and dust, the three members of Qingxia Sect had a shield of spiritual light all over their bodies, and they stood on a huge black and red stone with their hands behind their backs.

And when Xia Houyong and the others approached a hundred miles away from where they were, the Tianyin bell in Fang Ming's arms flew out and tinkled toward the northeast.

Seeing this, Cao Wei followed the prestige and mobilized his spiritual consciousness to cover a radius of more than [-] miles around him. Then he waved his hand, and the smoke and dust on both sides revealed a gap several inches wide. Prompt words to find where the visitor is.

When the three Foundation Establishment Loose Cultivators sneaked over, thinking that they were well concealed along the way, he had already sent a sound transmission to Lu Zai and Fang Ming, asking them to pay more attention.

At the same time, he was still searching for traces of Xia Houyong and others.

But suddenly Lu Zai turned his hand over and took out a big jade tablet with a slap in the palm, crushed it and turned it into powder, with blood tinged with it.

Seeing this, he said in a deep voice: "I have notified the nearby Daoists of the Law Enforcement Hall within a thousand miles to come, and the Seven Killing Fire Demon Formation is already brewing."

And with the escape speed of a foundation-building cultivator, it only takes an hour to fly a thousand miles.

Even if the three of them lost, relying on the power of the big formation, it would be no problem to deal with them for more than half a day.

In the distance, the bearded man surnamed Chen in Tianmomen looked at the soot spouted by the volcano in the distance, and said with a gloomy gaze:
"It seems that they want to use the power of this place to set up a fire magic circle to restrain Fellow Daoist Xia Hou's ancient gold body. I don't know if these three casual practitioners can be of some use and consume their mana? But Lu Zai majors in earth-type kung fu and wants to set up a fire-type array, and he is used to using magic weapons. He only has a mid-grade fire-type flying sword on his body, so it doesn't pose too much of a threat."

"Since you are so sure, why don't you show me Chen Daoyou's ability, don't just talk hard, but be soft everywhere else!" The plump woman surnamed Liu in Baihua Valley laughed.

"Liu Daoyou, after all, you and I have had a dewy marriage, why bother to bite Chen?" The bearded man said with a normal expression.

"It's nothing more than dislike, a useless guy. Fellow Daoist Wen, when will you lend me Fellow Daoist Baiyun?" The woman chuckled.

(End of this chapter)