Journey to the West: The Rise of Martial Arts

Chapter 38
"Uh!"

The horrific cry was still choked in the throat, but it stopped abruptly.

Zhao Lin, who was chatting witty words with her sisters, suddenly fell off the horse, her facial features were hideous, and her limbs were twisted.

"careful!"

Murongxuan flicked his fingers several times, piercing through the air with force, knocking several dark green seeds into the air, and rode his horse to block Hua Linglong.

The other martial arts disciples immediately stood in front of the newcomers.

"Get off the horse, everyone get off the horse and form a circle..."

Shen Nishang shouted in a deep voice, and signaled the girls to form a circle around the horses, gather the people in it first, and then use their unique skills to deal with the hidden enemies.

"Woo..." Hidden weapons rained down, and a dozen horses were killed in an instant.

The horse carcasses piled up, temporarily forming a barrier.

"poisonous!"

Only then did the girls realize that Zhao Lin's face was black and foaming at the mouth, she was already in bliss.

Suddenly, Taoist Qingyu's figure flashed in Murong Xuan's mind, "Who is it, sneaky, hurting people with hidden weapons!"

The few people in the dark came out swaggeringly when they saw that they couldn't hurt each other.

He said from a distance: "Hand over the "Poison Classic", and I will spare you!"

""Poison Sutra"? You are from the poison sect...do you know who we are?" Shen Nishang shouted in a low voice after hearing the name of the Poison Sutra.

"Jie Jie...Of course you guys know who you are, obediently hand over the Poison Classic, otherwise..."

"Otherwise what?" Shen Nishang's face was extremely ugly.

"Brother, what nonsense are you talking about? These wives are pretty good-looking. Take them all down, and the Poison Classic will come naturally."

"How do you know that the "Poison Classic" will be on us?" Murong Xuan faintly felt that this matter had something to do with him.

"Junior Sister, be careful. The poisonous people are cruel and murderous by any means. If he wants to kill you, he doesn't care what the reason is!" Shen Nishang reminded.

At this moment, a person came forward in the dark.

This man was short in stature, with wicked eyebrows and mouse eyes, and a mustache.

His green eyes stared carefully at the girls, his nose sniffed, and his eyes fell on Murong Xuan for a long time. He laughed strangely and said: "Ming people don't speak dark words, I advise the girls to still Obediently hand over the "Poison Classic"!"

Murong Xuan was even more surprised: "How do you conclude that the thing is on this girl!"

The man gave a strange laugh and took something out of his pocket.

When Murong Xuan saw it, he couldn't help but feel a little hot on his face, and scolded angrily, "You bastard... thief!"

It turned out that the object turned out to be a woman's bellyband.

Murong Xuan suddenly remembered that when Taoist Qingyu was trapped in the Five Poison Formation, many of her clothes were corroded by poisonous gas, only this apron, because it was a close-fitting thing, remained intact.But there was still some poisonous gas smell on it, so I threw away all the clothes and the bellyband.

Unexpectedly, this person could find himself with only one nose, which is as sensitive as a dog's nose.

"The "Poison Sutra" you mentioned should be in the body of a Taoist named Qingyu, not with me." Murong Xuan calmed down and said.

"Young lady is talking about that unlucky Taoist priest. I know exactly where the things are." The man said with a strange smile.

"But things really aren't with me..."

"Huh! Killing people pays for their lives, junior sister don't want to talk nonsense with him again!" Shen Nishang snorted coldly, released ten fingers one by one, the strings vibrated, and several tones shot out.

"Boom..." The short man was unprepared, his whole body was knocked backward by the invisible sound beam, and he cursed loudly in the air: "Grandma, what are you playing?"

"Hmph, how can a junior like you know the unique knowledge of the Tang Dynasty!" Shen Nishang sneered, "Old Poison, do you still want to taste the second part of my 'Broken Soul Song'?"

The man shouted angrily, "Taste my poison first!"

As he spoke, he raised his right hand, and the dark green dots shot towards Murong Xuan and the others swiftly and swiftly like lightning.

"Junior sisters, please help me!" Shen Nishang sneered.

The short man also said: "Brothers, even though the Central Plains Absolute Art is high-strength, my Xingxiu Sea Poison Sect lineage is not the same, let's go together!"

As soon as the words fell, those people in the dark came out together, followed by a strange rustling sound.

"Snakes... a lot of snakes!"

A girl behind Hua Linglong screamed, but those poisonous snakes had bypassed the corpses of the horses and came to the crowd.

It was fine if she didn't bark, but with this barking, the poisonous snake seemed to be frightened, and it stung her like lightning.

Others heard the sound and looked, but it was too late.

These poisonous snakes are extremely poisonous, seeing the blood sealing her throat, the girl's face was purple and blue, she was already on the verge of death.

There are only five people in the Poison Sect, but they have a lot of helpers. In this barren mountains and mountains, all kinds of poisons and the poisonous insects they carry domestically, it makes people feel a little tired to deal with.

The short man had a smirk on his face, and at some point in his hand, there was an extra wooden stick, and the wooden stick beat the ground rhythmically, making a weird and unpleasant "squeak!" sound.

Wisps of green phosphorous light continuously shot out from the grass, and Murong Xuan and others killed several of them before they could see clearly that this light was actually a kind of poisonous insect similar to a firefly, which fell on the ground and wriggled, and soon disappeared. There was a layer of cold air on the ground.

Shen Nishang thought awe-inspiringly: "The Poison Sect's Ten Thousand Poison Formation..."

Poison Sect has been able to gain a great reputation in the Jianghu and has endured for a long time. Not only does it have countless poisonous skills, but it also has unique skills in forming formations for controlling poisonous insects.

Murong Xuan has never heard of the Ten Thousand Poison Formation, but she has seen the Five Poison Formation with her own eyes.

Thinking of this, Ren Qinglian's figure suddenly flashed in her mind - if he was there, these poisons would probably be useless!

The five members of the Poison Sect each kept a strange kind of poisonous insects. The five kinds of insects of different colors either flew and shot rapidly, or scurried away from the ground, and soon joined the wild poisonous ones, and they were like a tide. Xiang Nishang sent everyone to drown.

"Are we going to die here..." Several new disciples who just joined couldn't help feeling sad.

Hua Linglong suddenly said: "These poisons are all manipulated by the sound of the five people's rod strikes. If the senior sisters can mess up the rhythm of their voices, this so-called ten thousand poison formation will be destroyed by itself!"

The eyes of Shen Nishang and others were brightened. The sound gang technique of the Nishang School is unique, especially good at deceiving people's hearts, but when encountering these poisonous insects and beasts all over the mountains, even if a scholar meets a soldier, it can't be justified!
But what Hua Linglong said gave them new hope.

Immediately, the zither sounds of several people suddenly became sharp and piercing, and their voices rose up in vain, instantly covering up the sound of the five people's wooden sticks.

Moreover, their erroneous approach also affected the communication between the poisonous insects, and as expected, the big formation began to become disorganized.

However, even without the control of the five people, these poisonous insects that surged up were enough for all the girls to fight hard for.

In just a few breaths, five disciples were already bitten by poisonous insects, slumped on the ground, and lost their combat power.

(End of this chapter)