Natural Fairy Species

Chapter 11 The power of real people

The warehouse where the Bai family monks last hid was originally just an ordinary stone house. Now it was wrapped in layers of dark black bamboo. The impact of the magic weapon on it only caused the bamboo forest to sway.

"Before this spiritual plant was planted, this method was designed. At the critical moment, it was activated by a secret method to burst out the essence of all the vegetation of the spiritual plant to protect the central stone house. Looking at the scale of this spiritual plant, I am afraid it is Planned a hundred years ago, the Bai family really prepared for the worst and prepared for the worst!"

Junior brother surnamed Chen's face looked ugly under the mask. He had already calculated that it would take at least three to five days for the essence of the vegetation to gradually recede, and he couldn't wait that long.

 In fact, they have already wasted too much time in the Bai family. Every moment they stay, the risk doubles.

Qingfengmen has monopolized Heishan County for nearly a thousand years. It has had its glory days and downfalls along the way, but it has never truly lost control of its rule. Isolating the sect forces that are trying to get involved in the invasion every family, it has been successful in several conflicts with the Ghost Spirit Sect in recent years, and its strength cannot be underestimated.

"Hurry up and set up a blood evil formation for me, and pour the blood of these boys and girls born on the yin day of the yin year and yin month into the ground according to the positions of the formation eyes. You guys, go to the stone house and dig three three-foot-deep holes in the ground. Pour three bottles of earthly lung evil energy in. Everything is ready, wait for me to activate the formation, pollute this spiritual vein, and connect with the ghost king, let's see what other tricks the Bai family monks have!"

Once the blood evil formation is set up, the entire spiritual vein will be filled with evil energy. The ghost king will come to the world and turn the entire Hanxiu Peak into a ghost.

Even if it takes a hundred years, this land will be a dead place. It can't even live a normal life, let alone become a cultivation resort where spiritual veins gather.

Junior brother surnamed Chen handed over various materials to the remaining Ghost Spirit Sect disciples, and everyone obeyed them honestly. Demonic monks respect the strong, and the superiors and subordinates are like servants. Even if they are not from the same class, no disciple dares to say anything when they are driven.

He did not hesitate to take huge risks and stayed to attack the Bai Family Stone House. Of course, it was not to avenge Senior Brother Shen and other dead disciples.

The demonic monk is heartless and unrighteous. Today I will kill you, and tomorrow you will kill him. Life or death is a matter of fate. Where can I find the time to seek revenge every day?

Moreover, no monk who can cultivate to the foundation-building stage would be impulsive, and the higher-ups would never even think of destroying the Bai family.

In fact, the endless tricks of the Bai family made Junior Brother Chen jealous, and gave birth to a greedy heart. Even important treasures such as Fu Bao, which are only possessed by the immortal Dan, were left behind. Will there be other treasures in the warehouse in the end? For example, Master Jiedan’s exercises, panacea, and even real magic weapons!

"Four top-quality magic weapons were just chopped into pieces by the sword talisman, but as long as I can find one magic weapon, I won't lose. If I can find a magic weapon... sell it and exchange it for spiritual stones or give it to the sect master in exchange for improved cultivation. The elixirs are enough for me to cultivate to the late stage of foundation building!"

Even if a Ghost Spirit Sect monk has become a Foundation Establishment monk, he is still a high-level hard worker in the eyes of Master Jiedan. All the resources of the sect revolve around the ancestors above, and there will be no leakage to the bottom.

Just because of this chance, Junior Brother Chen's eyes turned green, it was worth taking the risk.

 …

Bai Zichen felt that in his previous life, there were no ups and downs like what he experienced today. First, Jie Xiu appeared and killed Aunt Song; then he learned that Jie Xiu was actually a monk from a sect called Ghost Spirit Sect, and was blocked by the Four Symbols Tianyuan Formation. , temporarily safe; but soon the formation was broken by vicious ghost heads, almost killing the entire clan. At the critical moment, the great elder used the talisman to cross the steps and kill a foundation-building monk.

An ordinary warehouse was now surrounded by layers of black bamboo, becoming the last fortress.

 But when they looked out from inside, their sight was not blocked, and they could see that the Ghost Spirit Sect monks had not given up yet, and were busy arranging some tricks.

“Fourth Elder, is there any treasure in the clan that can be used to kill the enemy? This group of people has been refusing to withdraw. I guess they must have a way to deal with our warehouse.”

 At present, there are only a few Bai family monks still standing in the warehouse. Bai Zichen approached the fourth elder and inquired, it was not his style to wait blindly.

The fourth elder's face turned bitter. He was the one with the deepest attainments in spiritual cultivation among the clan. He was not good at fighting. He had long been stunned by today's events: "I do have a thunderbolt in my hand, refined into a purple Mansion Divine Thunder. As long as it is sacrificed, everything within a hundred meters radius will be turned into powder, and the foundation-building monks are no exception."

Perhaps they were nervous and needed to be vented, so the four elders all told Bai Zichen this kind of family secret.

Bai Zichen was overjoyed at first, and then quickly thought of something wrong: "Fourth Elder, this thunderbolt should be able to be detonated remotely, why don't you just throw it out now and give them a hard time. Let me see if If people pay attention to our side, they will definitely blow up these evil people."

“No, I’m not cultivated enough. I can only activate the Thunderbolt by holding it in my hand.”

The fourth elder shook his head, as if to comfort Bai Zichen, and added, "Don't worry, I will detonate the thunderbolt at the last moment. You won't feel any pain, and you don't have to worry about your soul falling into the hands of the demon cultivator. Suffering from pain."

 Good news, the Bai family still has a trump card;

 Bad news, before this trump card can kill the enemy, everyone in the warehouse must die first.

Bai Zichen took two steps back speechlessly, knowing that the fourth elder was unreliable, and continued to stare at the changes outside the warehouse.

At this moment, the junior brother named Chen walked to the stone house, raised his forearm with the wrist cut off, and struck it with a knife again. This time, the whole arm fell off.

After the evil spirit swallowed the arm, it suddenly swelled to a height of about ten feet and beat its chest wildly. Looking at the blood on the broken arm of Junior Brother Chen, he looked salivating. After urging it several times in a row, it reluctantly walked to the warehouse and thrust its hands on the ground to arouse the evil energy in the earth's lungs.

　　Boom!

There was a sound of thunder, and the air suddenly stagnated for a moment, and then a terrifying golden storm swept in, swallowing and sweeping everything. After the smoke and dust passed, the front of the warehouse returned to its original state.

None of the ferocious evil spirits or the Ghost Spirit Sect monks were seen. Only scattered fragments in the ground proved that they had been in this world.

 Everyone in the warehouse fell to the ground, and a terrible pressure appeared in the sky above Hanxiu Peak.

“Old man Ge Cang, the villain has been killed. You will collect the wounded. Qingfeng Sect disciples will come to rescue you later!”

An old voice resounded in the sky and was transmitted through magic. It was estimated that anyone living within a radius of dozens of miles could hear it.

 After a moment, the pressure disappeared, and everyone helped each other to stand up.

"Are we... saved?" Bai Zichen couldn't believe it. Happiness came too suddenly.

“It’s Master Ge Cang from Qingfengmen who has been in retreat. We are saved, of course we are saved!”

 Two lines of tears fell from the corners of the fourth elder's eyes. The Bai family had sacrificed too much to wait for this moment.

After taking the initiative to dissipate the blessing of Yi Mu Qing Shen Shu, Xuan Mo Bamboo quickly withered, the bamboo leaves were brushed all over the ground, the bamboo branches lost all their moisture and fell crookedly, and the warehouse was opened from the inside.

The Bai family members who had survived the disaster walked out one by one. Seeing the desolate clan land, many people burst into tears on the spot.

 (End of this chapter)