Little Junior Sister Society fears but draws sword

Chapter 34 Prey and Hunter

In the dilapidated ancient city, most of the houses are well preserved, just because there are no people living all the year round, there is no vitality, and there is a sense of death.

Lu Yun hid behind the house, looking at the disciples in the Bodhi Cave in front of them, carefully avoiding the rest, raising eyebrows.

Even if it is a treasure hunt, the rumors of this hidden treasure are not a day or two.

Bodhi Cave's attitude is quite a guilty conscience.

It's like, they know where the secret hideout is, but they don't want to share it with the rest of the people, that's why they behave like this.

"It's near here, why not?"

When the spiritual power gathers in the ears, the voices of those disciples can be heard.

They have reached the vicinity of their destination, but there is no way to enter.

"Look carefully, there will be nothing wrong."

The leader is Senior Brother Lou, who is looking grim this time, he came in this time with a heavy responsibility but couldn't find any clues.

It's really embarrassing.

"Brother, this way!"

A disciple seemed to have discovered something and yelled, Senior Brother Lou quickly followed.

After a while, the group of people walked away.

Lu Yun didn't continue to follow, the thing she was looking for was nearby, so it was important.

After confirming that the Bodhi Cave disciples would not appear again, Lu Yun flashed into a room.

The chaotic scene was the same as the outside, with sword marks on one wall.

Lu Yun walked over, touching those marks with her fingers.

It has been a long time, and it is not some powerful senior who caused these sword marks, and there is no sword charm left.

But from the messy and sharp sword marks, one can still see the intensity of the battle at that time.

This kind of trace exists in various places in this ancient city.

In the ancient city of Heishan, a group of monks were teleported out, and then the ancient city itself suddenly disappeared.

But before that, why did this kind of bustling city leave so many traces of battle.

There are many and dense sword marks, and the sword marks are deep, which is impossible for disciples in the Qi refining period.

Really, it's incredible.

Thinking, Lu Yun knocked on the wall a few places quite regularly, and then saw the flat ground vibrate slightly, revealing a dark passage leading to the bottom.

The owner of this house was a monk, and the bottom is not a treasure cave, but the place where the monk died.

With a light pinch, the oil lamp in the cellar burst into flames, illuminating the inside.

The relatively low cellar is not big, just right for hiding.

And in the depths of the cellar, there was a shadow huddled, it was a figure, and it didn't move in the face of Lu Yun's approach.

When you get closer, you can see that it is a corpse.

Cultivators seize the creation of heaven and earth, and use spiritual power to nourish their bodies. Even if they die, some powerful corpses will not decay for thousands of years.

For those with weaker cultivation, it is not difficult to preserve the corpse for a hundred years.

In the corpse that Lu Yun saw, the flesh and blood had disappeared long ago, but a layer of skin was left to wrap the dead bones.

On the skinny bones, the clothes shattered at the touch, the chest collapsed, and the ribs were all broken.

The wounds caused at the beginning can be seen in the exposed bones. It is not difficult to imagine how badly this person was injured.

Further up, the two black skulls on the skull, gloomy like ghostly ghosts, stared at Lu Yun.

Lu Yun felt a kind of unwillingness from the skeleton face that couldn't see clearly.

This person is mortally aggrieved.

But Lu Yun is not a kind person. After glancing at the pitiful appearance of this senior, she reached out and picked up the umbrella that was tightly held in the other's arms.

The whole silver umbrella, when you open it, you can see the nine-day Milky Way with shining light.

The umbrella surface is woven by countless silver threads, which are inextricably linked and cannot be distinguished from each other.

After weighing it a few times, Lu Yun was about to use her spiritual power to activate the recognition of the Lord, when she heard footsteps approaching behind her.

Immediately afterwards, a wisp of coldness pressed against the back of his neck.

The person behind him looks like a tiger or leopard in the mountain forest, grabbing the back of the prey's neck, nibbling on it, ready to feast.

The praying mantis catches the cicada and the oriole is behind, nothing more than that.

The candle flickered a few times because of this person's appearance, and the light and shadow twisted and swayed in the cellar, looking hideous.

And the man's sharp voice was full of complacency.

"Hehe, little girl, how about I spare you if you give me the things?"

It's a man, his voice is not young, very dry.

Lu Yun lowered her head and saw that the Tibetan Sword Sect identity card was still hanging on her waist.

It stands to reason that even if the people here do it, they won't look for these big sect disciples.

The visitor naturally saw Lu Yun's actions and laughed.

"Why, you still expect people from your hidden sword sect to save you."

"Little girl, if you die here, no one will know that I did it."

"If you don't want to die, just give me something."

A skinny hand stuck out from behind Lu Yun, grabbing the curtain umbrella.

Seeing Lu Yun standing still obediently, the visitor moved a little closer, breathing on the back of her neck, causing goosebumps.

Seeing that the other party was about to touch the umbrella, Lu Yun took a step faster, and rushed into the umbrella with spiritual power, branding it with her own brand.

Once the owner of a top-grade spiritual weapon is recognized, no one else can use it even if they snatch it away unless the owner dies.

Lu Yun's behavior obviously didn't take his threat to heart, and it successfully angered the other party.

This made the voice of the visitor even more gloomy.

"Smelly girl, you are courting death!"

The moment the palm wind hit, Lu Yun moved.

A cold air surged in the cellar, and Han Jiangxue appeared in Lu Yun's hand, sweeping the long sword backwards.

The sharp sword wind passed by the opponent's cheek, leaving a bloodstain on it.

Taking the opportunity to distance herself, Lu Yun glanced at the man.

"Just three people."

The fluttering tone made the visitor's heart tighten.

Only then did he realize that there was no fear in this little girl's eyes, but instead she looked at herself leisurely, even with regret.

Yes, sorry.

Early on, Lu Yun noticed that someone was following her, and it was a few casual cultivators.

Loose cultivators are different from Zongmen disciples, they are not bound by Zongmen rules, and act more autonomously and fearlessly.

Things like this kind of robbing other people's treasures are commonplace for these casual cultivators.

The reason why Lu Yun didn't make a move in advance was because he wanted to lure people here and catch them all in one go.

If you are targeted by a thief, you just rob the thief.

However, there are only three people in this group, so they won't be very rich if they think about it.

After scanning the man's nervous expression, Lu Yun threw the umbrella over the sky.

In an instant, the moonlight fell and shrouded the cellar.

The faint waves of light, like fireflies, sealed off this small area.

The next thing, the accomplices outside will know nothing.

"What do you want to do?"

The identities of the hunter and the prey seemed to be reversed at this moment, and the visitor realized what he was asking sharply.

Just listening to that voice, I feel a lack of confidence.

Wrinkles criss-crossed that old face, and a pair of eyes were like mice's eyes, treacherous and dark.

Practice can prolong life and even immortality, but it can be mere Qi refining period, and at most it will not prolong life for several decades.

His deadline is approaching, so he came here to gamble.

(End of this chapter)