The strategy of chasing masters

I don't know if it was because the wind was too strong or everyone was still in shock. No one responded to Mu Yaoling's words for a long time.

Su Yuxiu is a Qimen Dunjia, good at using hidden weapons, and he is able to control the sword with ease, but it is indeed insufficient to carry so many monks to control the sword, and he is a little bit unable to hold on.

He stood in the middle of the crowd, his words should be more effective than Mu Yaoling, he cleared his throat, and shouted with the loudest voice: "You are all cultivators, you don't know how to use a sword, it's no problem to give me some strength of!"

After speaking for a while, someone answered slowly: "I am still young and my spiritual power is weak, so I am afraid that losing to you will not be of much use!"

"Yes, my spiritual power is also very weak. If I lose to you, it will be difficult to make up for it!"

"I want to help you too, but I really can't help it. I'm feeling unwell recently, and it's not suitable to output too much spiritual power. If it's useful in the future, I'm bound to do it!"

"I can't do it either, I just started this year, and I haven't even done foundation building yet!"

"I can't do it either. I got hurt a few days ago, and I can't consume any more spiritual energy..."

"..."

People refused to help the three of them for various reasons, and Mu Yaoling said angrily: "How can they feel at ease?"

Zhou Mu sighed slightly: "Hmph, unless it is absolutely necessary, who would want to lose the spiritual power they have worked so hard to cultivate to others!"

"It's not a last resort now, so when will it be a last resort?" Mu Yaoling asked through gritted teeth.

"Hehe, as long as someone is helping them, it's not a last resort!" Zhou Mu replied with a sneer.

"You mean, as long as there is a way out, they won't show their true skills?"

"You might as well try it!"

Mu Yaoling suddenly withdrew his spiritual power, shut his words and sent a voice message to Su Yu, telling him to stop too.

Although Su Yu was puzzled, he knew that this friend who had played with him since he was a child had always been reasonable in his actions.

After absorbing the mana of the two of them at once, Gu Wanyan couldn't hold on in the front row. If the spiritual power consumed by breaking the barrier last time hadn't fully recovered, it would be no problem to carry more than 300 people.

Due to insufficient spiritual power, the huge Chang Yi gradually descended and wobbled. The last monk on the left couldn't stabilize his heel and fell down. People began to panic, and some even started to ask:

"Why did the little fairy standing on the hilt stop suddenly?"

"Why did the little fairy in the middle stop?"

"If they hadn't stopped suddenly, Junior Brother Zhaolin wouldn't have fallen! Tomorrow is his 16th birthday, alas~"

"what a pity!"

"That's right, if you don't have this ability, don't show off this ability. If the two of them hadn't stopped suddenly, Gu Zongshi's sword would not have dropped. They are trying to kill us!"

"That's right, Gu Zongshi is known as the Immortal in White Clothes, the number one sword sect in the world, why can't even more than 300 people be carried away?"

"Could it be that the name is in vain?"

"..."

The original tranquility was shattered by one person falling with a sword, and Mu Yaoling didn't see a trace of sadness and regret for losing his fellow disciples on their faces, they just echoed and talked.

There were more than 300 monks, old and young, none of them helped Zhao Lin when his heel was unstable, and none of them sacrificed their lives to save him.

They didn't analyze the real reason why Zhao Lin fell, and none of them offered to give spiritual power to the three people in Shangxian Palace to make the sword fly smoothly. Instead, they blamed Mu Yaoling and Su Yu for all the faults.

Mu Yaoling couldn't bear it any longer, and wanted to shout angrily to tell them to shut up, but was stopped by Zhou Mu: "It's not enough for one person to fall, it's not enough to die for one life, it won't attract their attention!"

Mu Yaoling said angrily, "What do you think? I warn you, don't let me kill you!"

"Haha! You misunderstood, I didn't ask you to kill people, I just tried to find a way to kill a few more people!" Zhou Mu smiled sinisterly.

Mu Yaoling snorted coldly: "What's the difference between this and murder?"

"Of course there is a difference! They fell by themselves, you didn't push them!" Zhou Mu explained.

No matter how much Zhou Mu tried to persuade him to deadlift, Mu Yaoling would never agree to make Chang Yi shake violently. He had no choice but to shut up and wait for the change.

The speed of Chang Yi's decline gradually accelerated, and Gu Wanyan began to hold her chest and cough.

Seeing that the situation was not good, Mu Yaoling came to help again. His powerful spiritual power gradually stabilized Chang Yi. His eyes passed through the heads of many people and turned to the white back who was squeezed onto the sword point and struggled to hold on. In many places, he only stood with two heels on the sword, and felt so thin for the first time, as if the wind was stronger and would blow him to the ground.

He wanted to call Gu Wanyan, but before he could speak, he saw a black mass ahead, rushing towards them.

"No, it's a magpie tide!" The elf yelled in his ear.

Mu Yaoling was very puzzled and asked, "What is a magpie tide?"

The elf explained: "Magpie tide, the tide of black magpies migrating! They have a strong cohesive force and do not disperse easily. If they encounter something blocking the way, they will attack in groups!"

"Are they going to move to Yaque Ridge?" Mu Yaoling then remembered that there was such a place.

"Yes!"

"Why migrate?"

"I'm sure you already know the origin of the Yaque Ridge. The black magpie is a kind of spiritual bird. They come to mourn those two companions every year!"

"Magpies are kind, their companions will only avoid things that are in the opposite direction to them, how could they directly attack them?" Mu Yaoling was very curious.

"This is unknown, there is no such issue recorded in any book!"

Seeing Magpie Tide getting closer and closer to them, Mu Yaoling asked anxiously: "Then what should we do?"

"Turn the sword head to avoid the tide of magpies!" replied the elf.

"There are more than 300 monks, but they can't beat a group of black magpies?" Mu Yaoling felt that it was ironic for people to give way to birds.

"It's not that you can't beat it, it just saves you a lot of trouble. You might as well look down!"

Mu Yaoling lowered his head and looked down, his handsome face suddenly darkened.

The people below were all dressed in feather robes, knelt down on the ground, and kowtowed fiercely to the magpie tide.

Zhou Mu heheed twice, and said, "I dare say they worship these birds as gods!"

At this time, the monks on the sword also began to discuss, and someone shouted: "Magpie tide, look, it's a magpie tide!"

"Yeah, they are going to Yaque Ridge to mourn the magpies again!"

"..."

Some began to kneel down and worship, chanting their wishes.

Seeing that the magpie tide was about to collide with Chang Yi, someone reminded loudly: "Immortal Master Haoyue, quickly turn the sword head, we have to make way for them!"

Gu Wanyan tried his best to drive Chang Yi in front, but there were too many people carrying them, Mu Yaoling and Su Yu were also helping, but unfortunately it was too late, the leader of the black magpie was only three inches away from Gu Wanyan.

Just at the very moment, there was a violent shout: "Chang Yi, seal the sky with one sword, turn!"

A stream of spiritual flow poured into the blade, turned around suddenly, and only wiped off a small fluff on the black magpie's head.

Because the U-turn was too fast and sudden, all the monks were only paying attention to the magpie tide, worshiping the magpie fairy, but they couldn't hold on, and dozens of people nearby had already fallen.

Gu Wanyan's face became serious, she turned her head and shouted to Mu Yaoling: "Mu Zhou, hold on!"

He exerted his strength suddenly, driving the blade down quickly, trying to catch the ten falling monks.

Seeing that he was about to catch a boy, unexpectedly, the black magpie turned the tide and rushed towards the crowd.

A black magpie lay on Gu Wanyan's face and flapped its wings vigorously, and two more landed on his sword-casting hand, pecking desperately.

Gu Wanyan endured the pain and continued to control the sword. He couldn't stop, and he would never give up the more than [-] lives behind him!

No matter how the black magpie pecked and beat him, he didn't stop.

The flock of magpies rushed toward us, unstoppable. They lay on the heads and faces of the monks, pecking and flapping non-stop.

Fuhuashi is very close to Yaque Ridge, influenced by the local people, it will never harm the black magpie that people worship as a god.

Mu Yaoling and Su Yu couldn't control this much, and knocked down all the black magpies that rushed up, but they didn't kill them, they just hurt their wings, making them unable to fly again.

Seeing a black magpie falling down and its wings injured, the people in the ground put it into their arms like picking up a treasure, their faces full of panic.

Gu Wanyan's pure white body was covered with black magpies, which affected his ability to control the sword. He cursed inwardly, and violently shook his wide sleeves, and the strong spiritual flow knocked down all the black maggots.

Taking advantage of his unpreparedness, a black magpie was about to peck his face, but was hit hard by a spiritual flow, and was instantly roasted into black charcoal.

Mu Yaoling cursed angrily: "Dead bird!"

There were more and more black magpies as if they had made an appointment. Hanging in the air like this was not an option. Gu Wanyan silently recited the mantra, and a golden light flashed, ejecting the black magpies eight feet away. Taking the opportunity, he waved his sleeves behind him, and a barrier surrounded everyone Stay, like a golden bell, keep black magpies out.

The black magpies that had been ejected came back again, surrounded the barrier, pecked with their sharp beaks, and beat with their wings. Every time they hit, a few waves rippled out of the barrier like water waves.

Wanting to control the sword and maintain the barrier, Gu Wanyan's spiritual power gradually weakened, his aura changed from golden to white, and from white to transparent, his complexion gradually paled, and his heels began to unsteady.

The black magpies surrounding the barrier all opened their mouths wide, like a pack of long-starved wolves, trying to devour their prey.

The elf shouted something bad in his ears: "No! These black magpies have mutated, look at the eyes of these black magpies!"

Mu Yaoling took a closer look, the eyes of those black magpies were greasy green, after watching for a long time, you will feel that they are a group of hideous zombies who want to suck human blood and eat human flesh!

The weakening of Gu Wanyan's spiritual power gradually became transparent, and some places have been pecked by black magpies.

A black magpie got in through the small hole, lay on a monk's face, pecked his forehead, and began to drink blood.

Immediately afterwards, several black magpies came in one after another to peck at the flesh and drink blood. The eyes of the monks who were drinking blood gradually turned green, and their faces were ferocious. They began to attack the people around them. Some took advantage of people not paying attention, and directly bit their necks to suck blood. .

Mu Yaoling said angrily: "Are you still reluctant to part with your spiritual power?"