Demonic Cultivation: Starting from a Horse Bandit

When Qi Liang led everyone back to the Wutong Forest, he saw Jiang Qinqin, who was dying, leaning against a tree trunk. She tore off her clothes and tied a knot around her abdominal wound. She did not leave.

When Jiang Qinqin heard the footsteps, a smile appeared on her pale face. She looked at Qi Liang without hesitation. Her curved eyes were actually a little cute.

But Qi Liang had no mood to appreciate it. He said angrily, "Jiang Qinqin, you dare to use poison on me!"

"Hehe..." Jiang Qinqin shook her head and laughed, "I originally used it to deal with Mengdie. I didn't expect that she was fine, but you were poisoned."

"Don't talk nonsense. Give me the antidote and I'll let you go." Qi Liang stood in front of Jiang Qinqin and looked down at her.

"Let me go?"

Jiang Qinqin pointed at the wound on her abdomen with an inexplicable meaning, "Do you think I can survive if you let me go?"

So far, she has failed in the battle for the Holy Son. Her subordinates have been killed or injured, and she herself has been seriously injured. It is difficult for her to compete with others. Even if she is still alive, she is just lingering.

Qi Liang took a deep breath and suppressed the anger in his heart, "What kind of poison is this?"

"Guess?" Jiang Qinqin grinned.

"You are looking for death!"

Qi Liang narrowed his eyes. He has been practicing smoothly all the way. He has never been teased like this. If he didn't have a handle in the other party's hand, he would have crushed her long ago.

Sima Xin behind him lowered his head slightly, his heart was full of melancholy. This idiot has caused trouble again.

Originally, he sent Qi Liang out, and his mission was completed. He could plan for himself later. Unexpectedly, when the time came, this kind of thing happened again, which added many changes.

While thinking, he had guessed Jiang Qinqin's purpose.

Qi Liang had an innate pride in his bones, and his eyes were contemptuous with a hint of indifference. He lifted Jiang Qinqin's chin and said in a condescending tone, "Give me the antidote and I'll take you out."

He still had five supporters, and he could use this method to take her out.

Jiang Qinqin shook her head gently when she heard this, and a smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, "I want the Holy Son Order, and send me out safely."

She knew that she had offended Qi Liang. If she couldn't sit on the throne of the Holy Son and improve her own status, she would still die after she got out.

It would be easy for Qi Liang to crush her to death.

Only by becoming a Holy Son would she be qualified to deal with Qi Liang, but she was only qualified.

"Impossible!"

Qi Liang shook his head and refused without thinking. There were only five Holy Son Orders, and he must have one, and Sima Xin also wanted one. This was the condition for hiring him.

If he gave Jiang Qinqin another one, wouldn't it mean that they would have to take three Holy Son Orders?

This is an impossible task. If Qi Liang really did this, it would force the others to unite and eliminate him first.

Even if he is the sect master's disciple, he dare not do such a thing that angers the public.

"Haha, Senior Brother Qi, you have to think about it. My daughter is a worthless life. If I can go to the underworld with you, it would be great." Jiang Qinqin smiled, looking like a dead pig that is not afraid of boiling water.

She has nothing to fear. No matter what, it is a dead end. Why not give it a try?

Qi Liang pursed his lips. He was not worried about his own safety. As long as he returned to the sect, he could ask the master to detoxify him. With the cultivation of the sect master, this little poison can be solved with a wave of his hand.

But he didn't want to do this. He would ask the master for help when he encountered something, which made him look like a waste.

Qi Liang's eyes flickered as he looked at Jiang Qinqin's storage bag. Jiang Qinqin's next words shattered his fantasy, "There's no antidote in it. How stupid do you think I am to put the antidote in the storage bag?"

"Okay, I promise you." Qi Liang could only agree first and then slowly look for an opportunity to detoxify.

Sima Xin's eyes were dark and he took a deep breath.

The people behind Qi Liang had different expressions, but they didn't dare to say anything because of Qi Liang's identity. They were forced to participate in the battle of the Son of God. They were just here to make up the numbers, and all they wanted was to get out alive.

...

Not far from the sacred tree, the two sides had already fought in a group. Tu Wanshan took the lead with a blood-red broadsword in his hand, and there was no enemy under his hand.

On the other side, the bald woman used some secret method. She was covered with black hair all over her body, like a bear standing up, grabbing birds and beasts and tearing them alive, so cruel.

But even though the two were extremely brave, the situation in the field was still not optimistic. The monsters were controlled by Ma Changjie, and they were not afraid of life and death. They often exchanged their lives for injuries, regardless of losses.

Tu Wanshan's men had already suffered casualties, and many were forced to show their Taoist bodies to resist, and their mana was consumed more quickly.

"Brother Tu, for this mere Saint Son Order, are you really willing to watch your junior brothers die?" Ma Changjie's words were intended to attack his heart.

"Ma Changjie, I won't let you go when I get out!" Tu Wanshan cut the oncoming second-level monster in half with a knife, and the smelly beast blood splashed all over his body.

"Haha, let's talk about it when you can get out."

Ma Changjie was secretly anxious in his heart. The preparation time was too short this time. Most of the monsters in his hands were second-level and third-level monsters, and there was only one fourth-level monster. He was able to fight until now completely relying on numbers.

If he continued to fight, he would be timid.

Eight people stood beside Ma Changjie, quietly listening to the fierce roar in the distance.

They are the least numerous of the "Ten Heroes", but from another perspective, they are also the most numerous.

"Brother Chu, you guys come on too, I'll cover you." Ma Changjie said to everyone with sweat on his forehead.

"Okay."

The eight people did not hesitate. They were well prepared. Since they had participated in the battle for the Son of God, they would inevitably have to fight on the field.

As the eight people entered the field, Tu Wanshan felt the pressure increase dramatically. Moreover, the eight people were accompanied by magic beasts, which made them even more difficult to deal with.

The fierce fighting in the field raised waves of bloody smell, which gradually spread to the Lishen Tree. The countless magic beasts living on the tree were stimulated by the bloody smell and gradually became restless.

Even with the magical power of the Lishen Tree, it was slowly unable to suppress the bloodthirsty nature of the magic beasts.

"Squeak~~"

The bald woman had long been overwhelmed by the tragic atmosphere around her. She only knew how to kill. In a trance, she heard a small cry in her ear, and her mind recovered for a moment.

Looking down, a beast like a small mink stood at her feet, with two round eyes full of human anxiety, squeaking at her.

The bald woman was very surprised. This little mink was the one she had fed before. She didn't expect it to come to her feet through many dangers.

"Why are you here?" The bald woman wiped the blood off her face and asked the little animal.

"Squeak."

The little animal became more anxious and raised one of its front legs to point anxiously in the direction of the sacred tree.

The bald woman was puzzled and put it on the ground and patted its butt, "Stay away, this is not the place you should come."

The little animal didn't leave and continued to cry. The bald woman slowly understood what it meant and tried to speak, "You want me to go with you?"