MTL - Natural Fairy Species-Chapter 12 Five Fireballs

  Chapter 12 Five Fireball God Religion

  Hanxiufeng Hall, originally an important place for clans to discuss affairs and worship ancestors, is now full of wounded people.

   According to preliminary statistics, more than 50 monks of the Bai family were killed, and more than 30 people were missing. Most of the rest of the tribe were injured, such as the second elder and several other cultivators who maintained the formation, because they were drained of mana by the formation and fell into a coma, their foundations were already injured. Even if the injury is healed, there will be little room for improvement in cultivation in the future.

  For the Bai family, whose members were only two hundred or so, this time was really traumatic.

  As for the ordinary people, there were hundreds of casualties, and it was difficult to count them for a while.

   Fatty Bai was lucky, he followed the crowd in a daze, and before he hid in the warehouse, he was crushed by a stone attracted by a falling stone talisman and broke his left leg. He had already been bandaged, lying on the ground moaning, and a bigu pill was given to him, as long as he could not die of hunger.

  Bai Zichen, as a few of the rare whole children, was ordered to turn around.

  Going to get healing pills for a while, and taking care of the wounded for a while, I took a leisurely stretch in my busy schedule, and found a group of young monks walking up Hanxiu Peak, and the fourth elders had already gone up to chat.

   "It turned out to be a disciple of the Qingfeng Sect. No wonder they look unusual, and their temperament is better than that of the clansmen."

  Bai Zichen inquired about the identities of these people, and learned the identities of these people. The men are handsome and the women are beautiful.

But the arrival of this group of people has indeed greatly stabilized the mood of the cultivators of the Bai family. Although Master Ge Cang killed all the disciples of the Ghost Spirit Sect on the surface, the frightened people were still worried, for fear that there were still a few ghosts hiding in their hearts. The Lingmen disciples are in the dark.

  The eight members of the Qingfeng Sect are all at the mid-stage of Qi refining and above. According to what they said, more than 20 such teams have been sent to support various places.

  There are also six foundation-building masters walking around, and Ge Cang is even sitting in the center, and none of the ghosts from the Ghost Sect can escape from Heishan County.

  Bai Zichen worked as a coolie on Hanxiu Peak for two days, allowing the Bai family to get acquainted with this junior who just joined the clan.

  Nowadays, there are very few immortal cultivators in the Bai family, so they take more care of him, and answer some questions.

   Today, a kind of pigeon raised by Qingfeng Sect sent a letter, saying that the exploration and excavation at the Immortal Wuyue Cave has basically come to an end.

  Bai Zichen got orders from the Fourth Elder to go to the foot of the mountain and call for a few ordinary chefs to prepare a table of dishes.

"The Road to Immortal Cultivation is a rugged path paved with countless white bones. This is absolutely true. My first priority right now is to cultivate hard and strive to build a foundation as soon as possible... Well, let's set a short-term goal that is more reliable, just refine Qi four times. Let's go, the fourth level of Qi refining within ten years should be fine with the qualification of the three spirit roots!"

  There is no elixir to promote the growth of cultivation base. If you only practice and polish your mana by yourself, the average time for a monk with three spiritual roots to cultivate to the third level of Qi Refining is six years.

The key point is that there is a small bottleneck in the early stage of Qi refining to the middle stage of Qi refining. If it is fast, it will take a few months to break through; There are those who are not as good as seven or eight years ago.

  Based on comprehensive consideration, Bai Zichen made a plan for himself to protect ten and fight for eight.

   "There are also spells. I can't know all of them except Yimu Qingshen. This kind of world where the jungle is prey to the jungle has no way to protect the way. I am afraid that there will be no chance to practice properly."

  Bai Zichen stepped lightly, and jumped down from a piece of bluestone. Hanxiu Peak had already been roughly cleaned up, and it was washed back and forth twice with Qingfenghuayujue, leaving only a little bit of **** smell. But after a little observation, you can still find traces of battles, scorched giant trees, broken corridors, and uneven ground that has been bombarded by spells.

"I don't know how many families in the Black Mountain Mountains have suffered the same situation as the Bai family, but if they are all of this strength, except for the so-called upper five families, the other Xiuxian families may not be able to come up with matching means, and the end will be even worse. awful."

   "A large number of monks from the Ghost Spirit Sect sneaked into the Heishan Mountains, and paid such a high price, just to strangle a few cultivating families? Or is there a secret plan that can deal a heavy blow to the Qingfeng Sect?"

  Bai Zichen sighed, anyway, the Montenegro Mountains will not be peaceful in the future.

  It is different from the competition and competition among Xiuxian families in the past, robbing resources, but there is the Qingfengmen who is in charge, and the whole has rules.

  Once such things as killing people, seizing treasures, and exterminating families are discovered, everyone will attack them together and jointly issue arrest warrants, at least on the surface. But once the dragon crossing the river, Ghost Spirit Gate, swims into Heishan County, the water in the pool will be muddy.

   Once there is chaos, the casual cultivators whose number is a hundred times that of family monks will be difficult to control.

   It is foreseeable that there will be an endless stream of Tribulation Cultivators in the Montenegro Mountains.

   "I don't know what's going on with Uncle, and there's no specific information in the reply. Anyway, it's over, so I'll just stay on Hanxiu Peak and not go anywhere... Huh!"

  Bai Zichen's eyes twitched, and he walked over without stopping, but he was sure that a black corner of his clothes was exposed behind the rockery just now.

  The Bai family's standard taoist robe is blue, and this kind of black clothes is only worn by the group of ghost monks three days ago.

   "The corpse of the dead ghost monk is still hidden here and has not been discovered?"

   In the past two days, the disciples of the Qingfeng Sect searched the vicinity, and found two ghost monks who were alone. They were easily killed under the siege of the crowd. Could it be that there is still a fish that slipped through the net.

  Bai Zichen pretended that his footsteps were not chaotic, and after running dozens of steps, he turned his body to the other side of the stone forest and walked back to the peak, preparing to notify the fourth elder to let the disciples of Qingfengmen come to slay the demon. I am a little white boy who has just refined Qi, so I will not be a hero.

   "Little brat, if I were you right now, just stand there obediently and don't move, otherwise the uncle will leave a few holes in your body and tear out your intestines for supper!"

  Bai Zichen slammed on the brakes, because a bone finger in front of him sank into the ground with a thud, and the top of his head seemed to be poured down like a basin of cold water.

  Holding his hands into his sleeves, he turned around slowly, and the monk of the Ghost Spirit Sect stood up. His face was paler than that of a ghost, and his chest was completely empty.

   This Ghost Spirit Sect cultivator was also anxious. He was at the very edge that day, but was swept away by the aftermath of the divine thunder, and directly evaporated a large piece of flesh and blood. After hiding in the rockery forest for several days, his injuries did not improve, and he fell into a semi-consciousness.

  Woke up by the sound of footsteps just now, managed to get up and took two quick steps, only to be relieved to find that it was a child.

"The kid is so bluffing, let him lead me the way, leave Hanxiu Peak first, or he will be discovered sooner or later. Wait until he is down the mountain and kill him. Throw the body into the mountain stream, and he will not be found in a short time. Enough I escaped dozens of miles."

  The seriously injured Ghost Spirit Sect cultivator suppressed the feeling of weakness all over his body, and even felt that he couldn't even stimulate the bone fingers, but his tone was so serious that it was daunting.

   "Little brat, take five steps forward..."

   Boom boom boom boom!

  A fireball blasted out, blasting the ghost monk's chest, and he fell backwards.

   Afterwards, four fireballs rose one after another. After the serial bombing ended, half of the person's body was gone, and the lower body was also burned into coke.

  Bai Zichen sacrificed five fireball talismans in one breath, and burned this ghostly monk who was strong in the outside world to death, and let out a long breath.

  He is also betting, the opponent is bluffing, but in fact he has not taken his confidence quietly, otherwise why bother to threaten, just capture him away.

  Facts have proved that Bai Zichen made the right bet and sent the opponent on the road with five fireball symbols.

  (end of this chapter)