Mortal: I use the farm to ask for immortality

Chapter 129 Ferocious reputation

"Fellow Daoist Lin, this person is also in the middle stage of foundation building, and his cultivation level is similar to that of Jiang Yun. Moreover, Jiang Yun has ghosts to help him. Why is he suppressed to this point?"

A hint of surprise flashed in the eyes of the stern middle-aged man, and he spoke to the smooth old man.

"Should we do it now?"

"Although this kid looks quite strong, with the strength of the two of us, plus that guy Jiang Yun, it shouldn't be difficult for the three of us to work together to kill him. When the time comes, we will kill Jiang Yun together. What do you think, Fellow Daoist Lin?"

The stern middle-aged man's eyes flashed with cold light, and he said with a murderous look on his face.

"Brother Wang, don't be careless! This kid seems to be weird, let's take another look!"

The old man surnamed Lin looked at the leisurely young man in white robes, and his eyes were fixed on the white flying sword. Looking at the colorful rainbow light that appeared from time to time on the sword's body under the sunlight, an inexplicable familiar feeling came to his heart.

He felt like he had heard of this person somewhere, but he couldn't remember it.

However, the old man surnamed Lin still felt that something was wrong due to his constant caution and caution. So after hearing the stern middle-aged man's advice, he immediately stopped him.

Hearing the old man's words of obstruction, although the sinister middle-aged man felt a little confused, he still suppressed the urge to take action and continued to look down patiently.

at this time.

The situation on the court has undergone new changes.

The young man in white robe seemed a little impatient and immediately increased the intensity of his attack.

I saw him hitting a magic spell on the flying sword.

Along with a flash of rainbow light, the white flying sword quickly grew in size in a burst of light. In the blink of an eye, it became five or six feet in size, and fell towards the black clouds below with astonishing momentum.

"Great Sword Technique!"

Feeling the majestic power of the giant sword, the middle-aged man in the black cloud exclaimed, and his pale face suddenly became even more ugly.

But naturally he will not sit still and wait for death.

A flash of determination flashed in the middle-aged man's eyes. He immediately bit the tip of his tongue and spurted a large mouthful of blood essence from his mouth, controlling the blood essence to blend into the black cloud around him.

The black cloud was quickly turned into a strange blood-red color after being soaked in blood essence.

The blood cloud was boiling and surging, and as it continued to collapse inward, it soon condensed into a blood-red skull. The skull grew into a size of several feet in the wind, and it greeted the giant sword falling in mid-air unceremoniously. .

Besides.

The eyes of the five or six gray ghosts originally hidden in the clouds also turned blood red.

A violent and murderous aura emanated from them, and then they lost all fear before, screaming and rushing toward the white-robed young man.

However, there was a hint of sarcasm on the lips of the young man in white robe.

He didn't even look at the fierce ghost rushing toward him, he just crossed his arms and watched the giant sword fall indifferently.

It seemed that he didn't take those fierce ghosts who were at the peak of Qi refining at all.

The white giant sword made a roaring sound without any change in its direction and trajectory, and collided with the huge bloody skull that was coming.

"boom--"

Accompanied by a loud rumbling sound.

At the moment of contact, the giant sword cut the skull in two with great force, and fell towards the middle-aged man below without losing force.

at the same time.

The skull that was easily chopped open by the giant sword quickly dispersed and turned into bloody mist again.

As if it was alive, it took advantage of the situation to wrap around its surface, and soon covered the entire sword body, turning the entire giant sword into blood red.

Under the turbidity of the blood mist, the aura on the surface of the giant sword began to dim.

However, before the middle-aged man could show his joy, a magic formula with pale golden light shot out from the hand of the white-robed young man and instantly integrated into the body of the giant sword.

Just like ice and snow melting, the blood-colored mist layer on the surface of the sword quickly disappeared.

A flash of light flashed on the surface of the freed giant sword, and then it fell downwards at a faster speed. In the blink of an eye, it landed just in front of the middle-aged man.

His face instantly turned pale.

In the last moment, the middle-aged man reluctantly took out a small bronze shield from his storage bag and held it in front of him, imagining that he could take the blow.

However, it had no effect at all.

Under the sharp attack of the white giant sword, this small shield only delayed slightly, and was cut away with the same force.

"Pfft-"

With the sound of broken flesh and bones, the middle-aged man was cut into two pieces, and the broken corpse fell from the mid-air with a spray of blood.

After killing the middle-aged man.

The white giant sword quickly returned to its original size, drew a graceful arc, and fell into the hands of the young man in white robes with the storage bag on his waist.

Seeing this scene, the two Yin Li middle-aged people were stunned.

Is that really the Jiang Yun they are familiar with?

Although Jiang Yun is only in the middle stage of foundation building, his strength is definitely not weak. With the few ghosts he raises, even the slightly weaker monks in the late stage of foundation building are not far behind.

Now he was killed by this young man with just one sword blow?

You know, even if the two of them join forces, it will take a lot of effort to kill him.

If he hadn't recently obtained a top-level Yin weapon of extremely high quality, the sinister middle-aged man would not be so arrogant as to come here to intercept and kill Jiang Yun.

Could it be that this person is hiding his cultivation?

His spiritual consciousness once again secretly scanned the white-robed young man, without detecting any trace of his hidden cultivation.

Obviously, the other party is indeed a genuine mid-stage foundation-building monk!

The two couldn't help but look at each other, and both saw the look of surprise and uncertainty in each other's eyes.

To tell the truth.

If they encounter this person in a normal border battle, the two of them will definitely not hesitate at all. They will definitely go as far as they can and will not fight to the death with such a person who is not easy to mess with for the sake of the so-called interests of the sect. .

Immortals are expensive and private!

Immortal cultivation seeks immortality, so finding some soft persimmons to pinch is considered worthy of the sect.

No one would make fun of their own lives, especially those who believed in the evil way of preying on the weak, and they had a deep understanding of this.

But this time it's different.

When he thought of the goal of this trip, the middle-aged Yin Li couldn't let go!

Looking at the storage bag returned to the young man's hands, his face was full of desire and greed.

He hesitated.

A flash of determination flashed in the eyes of the stern middle-aged man, and he turned to the smooth old man and said in a deep voice:

"Fellow Daoist Lin, the map to that place and the activation token for the defense restriction are most likely in Jiang Yun's storage bag. Are we just going to watch it fall into the hands of this person?"

Upon hearing this, the old man surnamed Lin also had a flash of unwillingness in his eyes.

However, he stared at the white-robed young man closely, looking silent.

"As long as the two of us join forces, there is still a great chance of defeating this person!"

"And we only want Jiang Yun's storage bag. We just need to force him to return the storage bag to us. We don't necessarily have to fight him to the death."

It seemed that he could see the hesitation in the old man's heart.

The sinister middle-aged man continued to be tempting, trying to persuade the old man to take action with him.

He is very self-aware.

Judging from the current strength of the young man in white robes, it was already difficult for him to defeat him, let alone snatch Jiang Yun's storage bag from him.

Although the old man's cultivation is only in the middle stage of foundation building, he is only one step away from the later stage. His strength is definitely not weak, otherwise he would not be regarded as a partner. Hearing this, the old man did not reply immediately. Instead, his eyes flickered and he continued to stare at the field in silence, as if he was weighing the pros and cons in his mind.

at this time.

The five or six ghosts also flew in front of the white-robed young man.

Although the death of their master has caused them to lose control, their desire for the flesh and blood of the living and the remaining violent blood still drive them to want to tear the nearest living person to pieces.

Just when they were within three feet of the young man.

A small black flag suddenly appeared, and billowing Yin Qi surged out from the flag, finally condensing into a huge skull.

Different from the skull formed by the middle-aged man's skills just now, which is just a dead thing, this one is more ferocious and vicious, and the eye sockets are burning with white flames, and the firelight flickers with spirituality.

Opening its huge mouth, a powerful suction force appeared instantly.

"Jie Jie"

Accompanied by extremely unpleasant ghost cries, these fierce ghosts were sucked into the bloody mouth of the skull with almost no resistance.

Followed by.

As if it was particularly dissatisfied, a stream of white flames spurted out from its mouth, and the corpse wrapped around the middle-aged man began to burn.

As the remains of the corpse turned into ashes, a ball of soul light emerged from it, and was also swallowed into the mouth by the skull.

After seeing this scene.

The smooth old man's face finally changed drastically, and his eyes could not stop showing fear.

"Fellow Daoist Lin, what's wrong with you?"

The sinister middle-aged man quickly noticed the change in the old man's expression, and suddenly felt a little confused, so he asked the old man doubtfully.

"what happened?"

The old man surnamed Lin's eyes flickered, and after being silent for a while, he said with a wry smile:

"Now what we have to consider is not getting the map and token from the opponent, but how to save a small life from him!"

Hearing this, the stern middle-aged man was stunned for a moment, and then his expression became serious.

He quickly asked:

"What does Fellow Daoist Lin mean by this? Do you know the origin of this person?"

The old man sighed softly and said:

"Fellow Daoist Wang has just arrived at this border not long ago, so it's not surprising that he doesn't know this person. It was only after I saw this person using a magic flag to extract souls that I associated him with that notorious figure!"

"This person has a terrible reputation among the foundation-building monks of our six sects. Even the senior masters in the pill-forming stage have heard of this person's deeds."

A look of panic flashed in the old man's eyes.

"Who is this person? How could he achieve such a great reputation?"

The old man surnamed Lin did not immediately answer the sinister middle-aged question, but instead asked him a question:

"Do you know how much blood this person has on his hands?"

"How many?"

The sinister middle-aged man couldn't help but swallowed, and his voice became much softer.

"At least twenty or thirty people!"

"How can this be!"

The stern middle-aged man exclaimed with disbelief on his face.

"Although I really don't want to believe it, this is the fact! There are currently so many fellow Foundation Architects who can be confirmed to have been killed by him, not to mention that there are still unknown ones." The old man sighed lightly.

"Even though he is still in the middle stage of foundation building, this ruthless man from Yellow Maple Valley is definitely one of the top ones among all the foundation building monks!"

"Three fellows who were in the late stage of foundation building once met this person by chance in the depths of Jinguyuan. At that time, he was also using a magic flag to extract the soul of a fellow foundation building member from our six sects. The few people immediately started a fight Great war.”

"However, what makes everyone unbelievable is that under the siege of three late-stage foundation-building monks, the final result was that two of the three late-stage monks died and one was seriously injured, while this person only suffered a slight injury."

"And after this battle, this person's name has completely spread among the six sects."

The old man explained solemnly.

After hearing these words, the stern middle-aged man's face turned pale, with a look of fear on his face.

"What about the map and the forbidden token? Do you really have to give up on such an opportunity?"

"You must know that it is a spiritual mine left behind by ancient monks. If we find some residual materials in it, its value will be enough for us to practice safely in the future!"

He said still somewhat reluctantly.

"Fellow Daoist Wang, listen to my advice. What else in this world is more important than your own life? Those possible spiritual mines are uncertain after all. Why risk your life for this uncertain possibility? "

"If fellow Taoist still insists on going his own way, I forgive Lin for not continuing to accompany me. I don't have much life left, and I still want to live peacefully in the remaining time!"

The old man said seriously.

The middle-aged man was silent for a moment, and finally nodded, agreeing with the old man's words.

Although he was very reluctant, he still didn't dare to gamble with his own life, and if the old man didn't help him, the chance of success would be even slimmer.

"Now we can only hope that the other party doesn't notice the two of us." The old man said helplessly.

Next, both of them held their breath and watched the young man's every move with concentration. Neither of them had the intention to speak.

At this time, the young man threw out a fire bomb, turning the corpse into ashes.

Recover the black skull and put the small flag into the storage bag.

However, the young man did not leave immediately. Instead, he looked around and finally looked at the hilltop where the two old men were hiding.

The young man's face remained calm, and his calm voice came leisurely:

"You two have been watching the show here for so long. You must have seen enough, right? How about showing up and talking about it?"

Although the voice sounded approachable, hearing it in the ears of the two of them made their souls tremble.

Almost as soon as the words rang out.

The smooth old man immediately silently turned into a ray of light and flew rapidly into the distance, leaving behind only the stern middle-aged man who was yelling at the old man in his heart.

After reacting.

The sinister middle-aged man also quickly set up his escape light and flew rapidly in another direction.

"Since you're here, please stay with me!"

The young man in white robe had a hint of sarcasm on his lips and said coldly.

Just as he finished speaking, hundreds of machine puppets suddenly appeared in the dense forest around him.

These puppets have already been ambushing here without knowing when.

Dense beams of light and rain of arrows shot towards the two people in mid-air, and almost instantly, they arrived in front of the two people's escape light.

The dense attacks forced them to stop escaping, gather together again, and jointly release a light shield. With the combined efforts of the two, the first wave of attacks by these puppets was resisted.

Seeing this situation, the young man in white robe sneered.

He raised his hand and waved his sleeves, and eight sharp white lights shot out instantly, flying towards the two of them with a whistling sound that broke through the air.

These eight white lights seem to be a set of magic weapons, and they work perfectly with each other.

In the graceful trajectory, a large airtight net was formed, which completely covered the light mask in an instant, blocking the possibility of escape.

(End of this chapter)