Natural Fairy Species

Chapter 12 The Five Fireball Cult

Hanxiufeng Hall, originally an important place for clan discussions and ancestor worship, was now filled with wounded people.

Preliminary statistics show that more than 50 monks from the Bai family were killed, and more than 30 people are missing, and their lives are unknown. Most of the remaining clan members were injured, such as the second elder and several other monks who maintained the formation. They passed out because their mana was drained by the formation, and their foundations had been damaged. Even if the injury is healed, it will be difficult to improve his cultivation in the future.

 For the Bai family, which originally had only a little over 200 members, this time it was really a big deal.

 As for the ordinary people, there were hundreds of casualties and it was difficult to count them all at once.

Fatty Bai was very lucky. He followed the crowd in a daze, and before he hid in the warehouse, his left leg was crushed by a stone attracted by a falling stone charm. He was already bandaged, lying on the ground groaning, and stuffed a Bigu Pill into him, as long as he didn't starve to death.

Bai Zichen, as one of those rare young men who were born and raised, was bossed around.

I went to get healing elixirs for a while, and took care of the wounded for a while. I took some time to stretch and found a group of young monks walking up to Hanxiu Peak. The four elders had already gone up to chat with them.

“It turns out that he is a disciple of the Qingfeng Sect. No wonder he looks unusual and his temperament is better than that of his clan members.”

Bai Zichen inquired about the identities of others and learned the identities of these people. The men were handsome and the women were beautiful. Although they had outstanding looks, their confident aura stood out from the crowd on the Hanxiu Peak after the disaster, which seemed out of place.

But the arrival of this group of people did greatly calm down the mood of the Bai family monks. Although Master Ge Cang killed all the disciples of the Ghost Spirit Sect on the surface, the frightened people were still worried, fearing that there were still a few ghosts hiding. The Lingmen disciples are in the dark.

The eight members of the Qingfeng Sect are all in the middle stage of Qi Refining and above. According to what they said, the sect has sent a total of more than 20 such teams to support various places.

There are still six Foundation Establishment Stage Master Uncles walking in the middle, and Master Ge Cang is sitting in the center. None of the demon cubs from the Ghost Spirit Sect want to run out of Heishan County.

Bai Zichen worked **** Hanxiu Peak for two days, allowing the Bai family members to become familiar with this junior who had just joined the family.

Now 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 spiritual pigeon raised by Qingfeng Sect sent a message, saying that the exploration and excavation of Wuyue Zhenren's cave has basically come to an end. The monks from various families are already on their way back, and they have to pack up and return to the sect.

Bai Zichen received the instructions from the fourth elder and went to the foot of the mountain to call a few ordinary chefs to prepare a table of dishes.

"The road to immortality is a rugged path paved with countless bones. This is absolutely true. My first priority right now is to practice hard and strive to build a foundation as soon as possible... Well, I'd better set a more reliable short-term goal, just refine Qi four times. Level 4, you should be able to refine the Qi Level 4 within ten years with the Three Spiritual Root Qualifications!"

There are no pills to promote the growth of cultivation. If you just rely on your own practice to polish your magic power, the average time it takes for a Three Spiritual Root monk to reach the third level of Qi Refining is six years.

There is a small bottleneck in the critical early stage of Qi refining to the middle stage of Qi refining. If you are fast, you can get through it in a few months; if you are slow, some monks with low qualifications have obviously cultivated their magic power to the peak at the third level of Qi refining, but they are still stuck. There are some who have been unable to make progress for seven or eight years.

 After comprehensive consideration, Bai Zichen made a plan for himself to win eight out of ten.

"There are also spells. You can't know all of them except Yimu Qingshen Technique. In this world where the jungle is strong and the jungle is strong, there is no way to protect the path. I'm afraid I won't have the chance to practice it well."

Bai Zichen stepped lightly and jumped down from a piece of bluestone. Hanxiu Peak had been roughly cleaned, and the clear wind and rain had washed it back and forth twice, leaving only a trace of **** smell. But if you look closely, you can still find traces of the battle, such as the charred giant trees, the broken verandahs, and the uneven ground that was hit by spells.

"I don't know how many families in the Black Mountain Mountains have suffered the same fate as the Bai family, but if they are all of this intensity, except for the so-called upper five families, other immortal cultivating families probably won't 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 Black Mountain Mountains and paid such a high price just to kill a few cultivating families? Or is there some secret plan that can give the Qingfeng Sect a heavy blow?"

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

 Different from the past competition among cultivating families to **** resources, but with the Qingfeng Sect at the head, there are rules as a whole.

Once it is discovered that people are killing people, seizing treasures, and exterminating families, everyone will join forces to attack and issue a wanted order, at least on the surface. But once the dragon crossing the river, Guilingmen, swims into Heishan County, the water will become muddy.

Once chaos breaks out, it will be difficult to control the casual cultivators who are a hundred times more numerous than the family cultivators.

 It can be foreseen that there will be endless tribulation cultivators in the Black Mountain Mountains.

“I don’t know what’s going on with my uncle, and there’s no specific information in my reply. Anyway, this matter is over, so I’ll just stay on Hanxiu Peak and not go anywhere… Eh!”

Bai Zichen's eyes twitched, and he kept walking forward, but he was sure that a piece of black clothes was exposed behind the rockery just now.

The Bai family's standard robe is cyan, and this kind of black clothes was only worn by the Ghost Spirit Sect monks three days ago.

“The body of the dead Ghost Spirit Sect monk is still hidden here without being discovered?”

In the past two days, Qingfeng Sect disciples searched the area and found two lonely Ghost Spirit Sect monks. They were easily killed under the siege of everyone. Could it be that there was still a fish that slipped through the net?

 Bai Zichen pretended to keep his steps steady. After running for dozens of steps, he turned aside and headed back to the other side of the stone forest to reach the top of the mountain. He was about to notify the fourth elders to let the disciples of the Qingfeng Sect come to eliminate the demons. I am a little white guy who has just started to refine his Qi, so I can no longer act as a hero.

“Baby, if I were you right now, just stand still and don’t move, otherwise I will leave a few holes in your body and pull out your intestines for midnight snack!”

Bai Zichen braked suddenly, because a bone finger in front of him penetrated the ground with a whooshing sound, and the top of his head was like a basin of cold water pouring down.

Hands retracted into his sleeves, and he slowly turned around. The Ghost Spirit Sect monk actually stood up. His face was paler than that of a ghost, and there was a hole in his chest. He didn't know what had penetrated him.

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

I was awakened by the sound of footsteps just now. I managed to get up and walked quickly for two steps. I was relieved when I found that it was a child.

"The kid is so bluffing. Let him lead the way. Leave Hanxiu Peak first, otherwise he will be discovered sooner or later. Wait until you get to the bottom of the mountain and kill him. Throw his body into the mountain stream. He shouldn't be discovered in a short time. That's enough. I escaped dozens of miles away.”

The seriously injured Ghost Spirit Sect monk suppressed the feeling of weakness all over his body, and even felt that he could not even activate his bone fingers, but his tone was solemn and scary.

 “Little cub, take five steps forward...”

 Boom, boom, boom, boom!

 A fireball blasted out, hitting the Ghost Spirit Sect monk's chest and causing him to fall backwards.

Subsequently, four more fireballs rose up one after another. After the serial bombing, half of the man's body was gone, and his lower body was burned to coke.

Bai Zichen took out five fireball talismans in one breath, burning the ghost spirit sect monk who was strong on the outside but **** the inside until he could no longer die. He let out a long breath.

He was also betting that the other party was bluffing, and actually did not win his hand quietly, otherwise why would he threaten him and just capture him.

Facts have proved that Bai Zichen made the right bet and used five fireball talismans to send the opponent on the road.

 (End of this chapter)