MTL - Natural Fairy Species

  Chapter 8 contains the **** battle at Xiufeng (1)

  The twists and turns in the rockery and stone forest were originally intended to be landscaped for rest, but the garden of the Xiuxian family still brought a little array element. Although it will not kill the enemy to death, it is normal to go the wrong way and turn around.

  Bai Zichen and his two arrived near Hanxiu Peak smoothly, and they didn't rush out in a hurry. They were observing that everything was normal on the main peak, and the clansmen came in a hurry before showing themselves at ease.

   If Jiexiu came straight to Hanxiu Peak with the idea of ​​capturing the thief first and the king first, it would be a trap for himself.

  Han Xiufeng had apparently received the news, and entered the highest alert. Guard i conducted a strict inspection on everyone before they were allowed to enter. The protective formation has been activated, and the four-color aura flashes, enveloping the entire mountain.

  At this time, Bai Zichen finally heaved a sigh of relief, his body was drenched and he fell down and sat down.

  The effectiveness of the divine movement talisman disappeared, and the whole figure seemed to be overdrawn, with weakness and soreness deep in his bones.

   "Mom! My mother is still in Qingfengya, I'm going to Qingfengya!" The fat man fell, as if he had recovered, and was about to rush out with red eyes.

   "If you want to seek death, just go, I will only stop you once. But you should think about whether you want Aunt Song to die in vain, or practice hard to avenge her in the future."

  Bai Zichen stretched out his foot to trip Fatty Bai, said to him coldly, and then meditated on his own and recovered. Mana at the first level of Qi Refining is better than nothing, at least he can escape faster than ordinary people.

   Fatty Bai was reprimanded by him, he no longer wanted to die, and fell to the ground, sobbing silently.

Gradually, there were more and more clansmen on Hanxiu Peak. Some came here after hearing the news, and some fled here after being chased and killed by robbery like Bai Zichen. The number has exceeded seventy, accompanied by three or four hundred people. mortal.

  There are ordinary servants on the main peak itself, as well as those under the names of people from various peaks, many of them came to Hanxiu Peak.

Another group of clansmen rushed over in a panic, seeing that they were only a hundred feet away from Hanxiu Peak, these people just showed joyful expressions of escape, when a black light swept past behind them, mowing down the group of people like weeding, lying on the ground. The ground wailed incessantly.

   "How brave! Dare to kill my Bai family!"

   With an angry shout, a cyan sword light pierced, entangled with the black light, but after only three or five swords, he fell into a disadvantage, and retreated into the formation in embarrassment.

  Bai Shoushun retreated a few steps, a mouthful of blood spurted out, his beard turned red, his face was golden paper, and it took a while for him to return to ruddy.

   "Great Elder, are you alright?"

   "Can't die!"

The Great Elder pushed away two clansmen who wanted to help him, took out the jade bottle, poured a snow-white pill and swallowed it, "Let the second child open the four images of the formation together, don't be stingy with the spirit stone, and hide the treasure in the treasure." Pull out the box of middle-grade spirit stones!"

"Fourth, you lead people to guard a few intersections, and then ask people to move out all the stored talismans. There is also the iron wooden crossbow in the library, let mortal children equip it. If the formation is broken, I will also The blood price paid by the demon cubs of the Ghost Spirit Sect!"

  The Great Elder gave orders one by one, and he had already prepared for the worst.

   Today's situation can be regarded as the most dangerous time for the Baijiali clan in hundreds of years. The high-end combat power in the clan is not at home, and they are blocked on Hanxiu Peak.

  And the opponent is not ordinary Jiexiu, it is clearly a ghost sect separated by a county, and a demon master with comparable strength to Qingfeng sect.

  Ghost Spirit Sect doesn't know what's going on, and at the risk of triggering a war between the two sects, they send their disciples to sneak into the Montenegro Mountains and launch a thunderous offensive in one fell swoop.

Of course, the Great Elder would not think that a mere Bai family deserves to be attacked by the Ghost Spirit Sect. He can be sure that other cultivating families are also under attack. when.

   "But if you want to attack Heishan County, you should also attack Qingfengmen first. What effect will it have if we destroy our Xiuxian family!"

   It can only be attributed to the Demonic Dao Sect, who acted perversely and based on their own preferences. It is not impossible to exterminate a few cultivating families to show their notoriety.

  As for the person who fought against me just now, with three moves, he was seriously injured, who was backed by a large array of magic power, and only a monk in the foundation period was the only possibility.

  You must know that although the Great Elder has no hope of establishing a foundation, he has a perfect cultivation base in the Qi refining period, has strong mana, and has flying swords to help him out.

  By this time, all the masked monks in black had shown their faces, a total of more than thirty people.

  In terms of numbers, they are far inferior to the Bai clan, but their average cultivation is far superior. More importantly, let the elders notice at a glance that there are difficult enemies that cannot be dealt with, and it has become two.

   "Two foundation-building monks... Ghost Spirit Sect really thinks highly of my Bai family."

  The Great Elder only felt that his mouth was full of bitterness, but immediately turned into determination, and ordered the tribesmen around him to send out one by one, with the long sword in his hand resting on his lap.

   "The inheritance of the Bai family can never be broken in my generation!"

  Bai Zichen formed a team with the ordinary people, and was stuffed with an iron and wooden crossbow in his hand, and a small acceleration circle was drawn on the crossbow. Boxes of refined steel crossbow arrows were piled up around him, each arrow was engraved with penetrating runes, scattered on the ground as if they didn't want money.

  This kind of specially processed iron-wood crossbow and crossbow arrows, matched by multiple people and shot in sections, poses a great threat to mid-stage Qi refining monks.

  But monks in the late stage of Qi refining are not so afraid. They have strong mana and can fend off crossbow arrows with a single wave, and they are basically equipped with defensive magic weapons. No matter how processed the crossbow is, it is still an ordinary weapon. If it does not enter the grade, no amount of it can break through the defensive magic weapon.

  Bai Zichen stood on a high platform, with thick smoke everywhere in the distance, and a group of trembling mortals beside him—even after training, it was still difficult to get rid of the deep-rooted fear of monks.

   And those monks were not much better. Many members of the Bai family who had no experience in martial arts were frightened and retreated further and further.

  This seemingly safe and prosperous clan land was like a soap bubble, which was burst by this group of robbers.

  The famous cultivating clans recorded in the county annals often survived and died repeatedly for hundreds of years, with the inheritance cut off and the ethnic group dying out. Perhaps they have encountered today's scene.

  The group of robbers gathered together, drove a flag into the ground, and quickly dispersed in a strange position. Inadvertently, the entire Hanxiu Peak was darkened.

   "Why is it suddenly so cold!"

  A flower farmer next to Bai Zichen shuddered. As the sky turned dark, the temperature in the air dropped significantly.

   There were bursts of frightening crying sounds, and a little bit of phosphorous fire floated out, and hideous ghost heads appeared at the place where Jiexiu put down the formation flag under Hanxiu Peak, rushing towards the mountain guard formation.

  Hundred ghosts are crying, phosphorous fire is heavy, Youbi is miserable, and it seems to be in the underworld for a moment.

   "Not good, it's the night walk of the ghosts!" The elder's expression changed, and he clearly recognized the other party's tricks, "Second, change the four images, promote Suzaku!"

  (end of this chapter)