Chapter Eleven: Ending the Cause and Effect of the I World
The sound of horses' hooves is rapid, and the arrows are like a rainstorm.
Under a round of shooting, the heroes brought by Xuantong were killed one after another.
More martial arts people rushed up the mountain, but this time it was Song Lin's people.
Yang Xing stood beside Song Lin, holding a fine steel crossbow and looking very proud.
After more than ten years of hard work, he used his master's Qianlong breath medicine to attract most of the powerful forces in the world.
Let alone attack a Laoshan mountain, these people can at least become a warlord who dominates several states, even if they are used to conquer the country.
Three thousand elite soldiers surrounded Laoshan, and the firelight illuminated the dark night sky.
"This..." Xuantong looked at Song Lin in disbelief. What did his ninth junior brother do? Why did so many people help him?
Three thousand people, even if they know magic, they are not indestructible.
"Haha, miasma demon, let's see where you can escape." Laoshan Taoist priest smiled and said, "Well done, Song Lin!"
"Don't panic! Keep an eye on Chang Jing, I will deal with them."
The miasma demon walked out of the lake pavilion with confidence.
Looking at the numerous figures around him, he couldn't hide the sarcasm on his lips.
More people? What he, the Gray Immortal, is not afraid of the most is the large number of people.
Under the spotlight, the miasma demon's face became elongated, and its fangs poked out of its lips.
Seeing this monster, everyone around them was panicked and the crowd became commotion. It was the first time in their lives that they saw a living monster.
Seeing that he was losing control, Song Lin stood up.
I saw him waving his sleeves, and a bright moon rose above his head, and the moonlight fell, illuminating the dark lakeside.
"Don't panic, I'm here!"
Song Lin's voice spread to all directions, and people's hearts suddenly calmed down.
"Haha, pretending to be a ghost!"
The miasma demon spits out a green bead the size of a fist.
The green mist centered on the bead and spread to all sides.
This is a miasma, containing a century-old poison.
There are no blind spots in all directions, and it is pervasive. This is the basis for the miasma demon to run rampant.
Not to mention 3,000 people, even 30,000 people couldn't get close to him.
The miasma spread across the lake, like a wriggling giant beast, slowly attacking people nearby.
But each of them took out a package, took out the pitch-black powder from the package, poured it into the kettle they brought with them, and sprinkled it on the ground, drawing a line.
"Huh? How to do it?"
The next second, the miasma demon's expression changed.
I saw that the miasma had stopped outside the line.
"Impossible!" The miasma demon couldn't believe it. Even the best doctor in the world couldn't break his miasma.
"What's impossible?"
Song Lin put on his mask, untied the cloth, revealed an exquisite wooden sword, and waved it gently.
Wow!
The wooden sword gave birth to fire.
One step spans five feet, and several ups and downs shorten the distance.
The hazy green mist had no effect on him at all, and Bat Ye Mingfa's vision was not hindered in any way.
"die!"
Five evil-avoiding charms flew out of the cuffs, golden light flashed, and the miasma around the miasma demon disappeared. The wooden sword, with blazing flames, slashed towards the top of the monster's head.
It's a pity that the green pearl flew too high, otherwise even this inner elixir would have to be killed.
The miasma demon panicked, its hands turned into sharp claws, and then they were placed above its head.
boom!
The Sanyang Fire Sword hit his arm, leaving a deep black scar.
It wasn't over yet. Song Lin twisted five yellow talismans with his left hand, and the yellow talismans turned into fireballs.
It hit the miasma demon hard and knocked it directly out of the water.
"Ah! Why!"
The miasma demon couldn't even think of why his own miasma had no effect on him.
Regardless, he accepted the fact that he had failed.
He swallowed the green beads and turned into a green mouse the size of a calf, and was about to run down the mountain.
"Fire arrows!!"
Yang Xing has been waiting for a long time.
This time it was a rocket with kerosene on the arrow. Although it did not break the rat's iron body, the kerosene adhered to the rat's body and turned it into a fire rat.
Without miasma, the miasma demon is just useless.
Song Lin walked up to the miasma demon rolling on the ground, penetrated its head with a sword, and picked out a green bead.
The miasma demon died on the spot.
"What a pity, you are facing the wisdom of another world."
Song Lin smiled.
Use the knowledge of the real world to deal with the story world, and then use the methods of the story world to feed back reality.
Holding the green beads, the transparent beads are flowing with green mist.
Song Lin placed it solemnly in the box.
Next came the other eight apprentices.
Yanyun's Eighteen Cavalry surrounded the Huxin Pavilion early, with steel crossbows pointed at eight people.
"Don't come over. If you come over again, I will kill him." Xuantong looked ferocious and grabbed the Taoist priest from Laoshan.
They never expected that there would be so many people as their junior brother, and that they would even break through to fetal breath without knowing it.
But why didn't you say it? Did you already see it?
For a moment, Xuantong suddenly felt very scary, as if everything was under the control of others.
"Haha, Song Lin, don't worry about me." The Laoshan Taoist priest was very happy, and his life was not such a failure.
Although he taught a group of unfilial disciples, at least this disciple was better than his predecessors.
At this time, Taoist Priest Laoshan saw Song Lin wink. He understood and knocked Xuantong away.
Xuantong's head was exposed out of sight.
Whoosh!
An arrow hit Xuantong's forehead.
thump!
Xuantong fell to the ground unwillingly and died with his eyes closed.
"Ninth Junior Brother, spare your life!"
The other seven people knelt down and kowtowed to beg for mercy.
"no problem."
Wow!
The Sanyang Fire Sword was waved in a circle, and the seven heads fell neatly to the ground. The hot flames sealed the wounds, and no blood spurted out.
"This..." the Taoist priest from Mount Laoshan sighed deeply, "the immortal nobles are also being coerced. They can just abandon their cultivation and drive them down the mountain. Excessive killing is not a good thing."
"Haha, Master, your approach is outdated. Although it is not suitable for killing, the necessary shock is still there. Otherwise, why wouldn't it be better for Taoist priests to practice magic and concentrate on practicing Qi?" Song Lin said with a smile.
"That's alright." Laoshan Taoist priest lowered his head and glanced at his injuries.
The kidneys were ruptured, bleeding internally, and the blood that had been flowing out for so long could not last much longer.
Seeing this, Song Lin said to his subordinates: "Send the old Taoist priest back to rest, call the best doctor, and the others can go."
It was already dark, and Song Lin returned to his residence.
Open the Zhiguai Catalog, the first line of information.
【World】:Laoshan Taoist Priest
【Thirty-Six Heavens】: Mortal world
[Velocity of time]: One to three hundred and sixty-five