ATPnovel Chapter 197 Black Miao
Chapter 197 Black Miao
"Fellow Daoist, why don't you show yourself?"
Xu Hei's loud shout came from the sky.
Old Drummer exhaled a long breath, billowing black smoke rising from his body, lifting himself into the air: "The sect has decreed that any intruders... shall be killed without mercy!" His body emitted a Dao Foundation phenomenon, which transformed into rolling black earth, surging forth.
"Huh? It's also a 'place for the deceased'?"
After exchanging a few blows, Xu Hei gradually gained confidence.
"I originally thought I was a weakling among those who had reached the Foundation Establishment stage, but I didn't expect there were even weaker ones... who didn't even have a single Foundation Establishment artifact..."
Xu Hei raised his hand and summoned Wan Chongshan, which landed on top of the old drummer's head and crashed down.
This Dao Foundation Spiritual Artifact was crafted from a mixture of "Six Harmonies Soil" and "Kunshan Jade," weighing an immense weight. It also possessed a further transformation known as "Mysterious Heavy Separating Light." Enveloped by this light, Old Drum Master felt his entire body become stagnant, as if burdened by a thousand pounds, unable even to control his escape light.
Boom!
Suddenly, the towering mountains transformed into a colossal mountain the size of a house, crashing down with a deafening roar.
"Old Drummer!?"
A young man roared fiercely, his skin and flesh withered away, his body turned to skin and bones, and he spat out a small insect.
The tiny insect transformed into a jet-black arrow, shooting straight toward Xu Hei.
"A cultivator who subdues Qi? This is... refining all of one's own essence and blood into a natal Gu, then burning it all away to unleash a single attack?"
Xu Hei chuckled and raised his hand slightly.
The light of the [Female Earth] gathered, transforming into a patch of black earth that buried the arrow...
The vast difference in cultivation levels between different realms cannot be resolved by fighting to the death.
"Aligu?"
Seeing his clansmen sacrifice themselves, using their meager magical power to delay the Dao Foundation cultivator, Old Drummer's eyes reddened. Cracks covered his body, making him look like a piece of porcelain about to shatter, and his magical aura surged suddenly.
"We have to fight with our lives on the line..."
Xu Hei's expression turned serious at this moment.
He wouldn't fear a thousand or more cultivators at the Qi Condensation Realm, but this fellow Foundation Establishment Realm cultivator fighting desperately was still worth taking seriously. "Kill!"
Below, a group of Qi-accepting cultivators had already stormed into the Black Miao Village.
Fang Yixin wielded the Xuanqing Magic Sword, and every time he struck, an opponent would fall.
Beside him, Fang Wujiu held several talismans in his hand, and each time he used them, a look of pain appeared on his face.
"don't want……"
"Father, save me..."
Suddenly, Shangxuan and Shangqing found themselves in a flurry of activity as they faced a swarm of dark insects.
"Wu Jiu, go and save them."
Fang Yixin immediately drew a circle of sword light in his hand, pulling Fang Wujiu's enemies to his side as well.
"Father, be careful."
Fang Wujiu took a deep breath, and the light of the [Ji Shui] around him gathered, transforming into streams of water that rushed towards Shang Qing and Shang Xuan.
Fang Yixin looked across from his own house, where there was now another expert at the seventh level of the Convincing Realm.
He was a taciturn man who wielded a pair of bronze maces. His mace technique was surprisingly methodical, as if it had been passed down through generations.
Oops……
As a freelance cultivator, the most dreaded thing is encountering someone with such a family tradition of learning.
Fang Yixin was momentarily distracted when the brass mace struck his own Xuanqing magic sword. He felt a tingling sensation in his arm, and a strange corrosive force traveled from his hand holding the sword to his wrist and arm...
"drink!"
He quickly made a hand seal, and a stream of light called "Ji Shui" flowed around him, which made him feel a little better.
Even so, Fang Yixin still coughed up a mouthful of blood.
A young man wielding a Miao knife was overjoyed at the sight and immediately stepped forward, thrusting his long knife forward, ready to kill Fang Yixin.
"don't want!"
The cultivator wielding the mace shouted a warning, but it was too late.
Fang Yixin rolled over like a lazy donkey and thrust out the Xuanqing magic sword in his hand.
This sword strike was not elegant; in fact, it appeared clumsy and ugly... but on the battlefield, it was incredibly insidious! It allowed him to dodge a mace strike and then plunge the Xuanqing magic sword into the lower abdomen of the Miao knife youth.
The young man wielding the Miao sword stared wide-eyed, then fell to the ground in resentment.
"There's one more!"
Fang Yixin felt the magic power in his dantian beginning to thin out and gritted his teeth inwardly.
"what!"
Just then, a gasp came from the side—it was Yue Mingxue!
Fang Yixin glanced out of the corner of her eye and saw her daughter-in-law's clothes stained with blood. Facing the combined attack of two Qi Refining Stage 6 cultivators, she was already struggling to defend herself. "Alas… Mingxue originally had good aptitude, with the potential to reach the late Qi Refining stage… but she damaged her vital energy giving birth that year, and Wuchen disappeared without a trace, leaving her with a knot in her heart… and things went wrong when she tried to break through to the late Qi Refining stage…"
His aged gaze seemed to see Zengjia Town, the Le family, and that green mulberry and jujube tree again.
...In the end, it's something I owe her.
Fang Yixin gritted his teeth and his aura changed instantly.
Whoosh!
He stepped forward, his magic sword gleaming, instantly transforming into several afterimages.
"Sword energy?"
The man wielding the mace was greatly alarmed and quickly retreated. He threw a mace, but it landed on Fang Yixin's left shoulder.
In an instant, Fang Yixin's left hand shattered, but his right hand gently thrust out the magic sword, which landed on the throat of the man wielding the mace.
"Just as earthenware pots inevitably break at the well, old soldiers are bound to die on the battlefield."
Fang Yixin smiled inwardly, and the light of [Ji Shui] on her body gathered again, turning into a layer of water vapor that spread across the ground.
Magic has become popular in Heze!
He flashed by, moving like the wind across water, and instantly arrived beside Yue Mingxue, handing over the Xuanqing magic sword.
puff!
Fang Yixin was, after all, a late-stage Qi Conquest cultivator with formidable magical power. He was also fighting desperately, and with a single sword strike, the enemy opposite him was immediately beheaded.
Upon witnessing this horrifying scene, another cultivator immediately screamed and retreated frantically.
"Father-in-law?!"
Le Mingxue was overcome with grief as she looked at her father-in-law covered in blood.
Fang Yixin had just used a secret technique that damaged his body, and now he was lying on the ground, extremely weak.
He could even feel his life force constantly slipping away. Within his dantian, the power of the [Ji Shui] magic overflowed, transforming into trickling streams that flowed into the earth. "Don't cry... we're still on the battlefield."
Fang Yixin smiled bitterly and handed the magic sword in his hand to Le Mingxue: "After I leave, the eldest branch of the family will be in your hands."
Rumble!
Just then, the battlefield shook violently.
Le Mingxue looked up and saw a strange white bone phantom slowly stand up, its hands clasped together. Between the white bone palms, it seemed that a person was imprisoned, which was none other than the Daoji of the Black Miao Village!
"President... let's join forces and wipe out this monster!"
Meng Qing was in high spirits. He activated the Dao Foundation of the "White Bone Temple" and commanded the white bone Dharma Image, which was taller than a small mountain. He laughed loudly.
"Haha! Great!"
Xu Hei was overjoyed, and the myriad mountains crashed down.
Crack!
Imprisoned by the white bone image, the old drummer could no longer move. He was then crushed by a huge mountain and buried underground...
"Old Drummer is dead..."
"Run!"
In an instant, countless Miao people in the Black Miao Village ran around screaming, completely losing their will to fight, and scattered in all directions.
"Phew...it's finally over."
Fang Wujiu wiped the blood from his face, only to see Shang Xuan beside him holding Shang Qing, weeping, "Father...my brother is dying." His heart skipped a beat. Seeing his sister-in-law covered in blood and his father lying on the ground, he quickly reached into his robes, only to find them empty. He cried out, "Fellow cultivators, do you have any healing pills? I am from the Fang family of Qingli...I will repay you handsomely in the future!"
Unfortunately, at this time, the battlefield was filled with cries of agony, and no one was listening to his shouts.
Even if there were healing pills, preserving one's own life was the priority at this moment, and there was no way they would trade with him.
Just when Fang Wujiu was in despair, a streak of light descended, revealing itself to be Meng Qing.
"Young friend Fang..."
At this moment, Meng Qing released his Dao Foundation level pressure and looked at Fang Shangqing: "Your family has contributed a lot, which the capital has seen. We will allow your family to use healing pills on credit... I happen to have a [Wall Water] pill here, I'll give it to you first."
Thank you!
Fang Wujiu quickly took the Azure Pill and gave it to Fang Shangqing.
Water immediately began to trickle from Fang Shangqing's wounds, stopping the bleeding. He then began to vomit, expelling clumps of strange black hair, from which countless small insects crawled out...
"The [Di Earth] technique is just troublesome..."
Meng Qing shook his head and came over to Le Mingxue, only to find that Fang Yixin had already lost her breath.
"Alas... the old patriarch is too old; even if I intervened beforehand, it would be too late to save him..."
"Thank you, sir."
Yue Mingxue's eyes were slightly dazed as she gripped the Xuanqing magic sword in her hand...
"In this world... even if the Purple Mansion doesn't emerge, powerful figures in the Dao Foundation are still quite useful."
Fang Qing observed the entire battlefield from Meng Qing's perspective and gained some insight.
True Immortals of the Purple Mansion rarely engage in combat themselves; they usually observe from the sidelines as others take action, dividing the spoils through gambling.
At this time, having a Taoist general skilled in combat would indeed be quite useful.
"When combined with the secret initiation method, it becomes even more shameless..."
He slowly took a sip of tea, then shifted his gaze to Sangji's perspective, looking at the ethereal Tara beside him: "How is it?"
The Void Sparrow Tara had been observing the traces of "Yan Tu Fu Di" (a place of annihilation) in the vast emptiness.
At this moment, a five-colored light flashed in his eyes, and he respectfully said, "There is already a trace of a blessed land... it will probably fall within the 'Kurosawa Plain' area."
Southern Xinjiang is mountainous and prone to miasma... "Kurosawa Plain" is a rare flat area, but it has always been relatively barren.
"This time, Wan Xiu shed his blood on this plain, and the land will probably be exceptionally fertile next year... It will become a treasure land in the future."
Fang Qing, piloting the Sanchi, sighed.
The corpse of a cultivator practicing the Qi Cultivation Dao is a treasure trove. If a cultivator with a Purple Mansion Realm dies here, it will immediately become a treasure land or a deadly wasteland...
"This is the accumulated merit of me, the [female earth]."
Kongque Tara clasped her hands together and solemnly said.
Fang Qing stared at the enchantress, speechless for a moment: "She's only been a Tara for a short time, yet her mind has become so secretive. It's truly terrifying... However... so far, I haven't found anything amiss..."
"The Yin Corpse Sect is also diligently slaughtering its own lower-level cultivators... to accumulate enough to shake the destiny and cause turmoil of the blessed land..."
"Sangji isn't surrounded...everything seems normal. Maybe I'm being too paranoid?"
Taibai Island.
Inside the cave.
Fang Qing harbored some doubts: "In any case, we'll see when the Blessed Land of Annihilation opens. Anyway, I definitely won't let Sangji be the first to enter... I can then control those two bright children to go inside and investigate, and dig out whatever rare treasures they have..."