Three hundred and sixty-five, surgery to vent anger
What Feng Qingqing faced was actually the Immortal Killing Formation that eight Mahayana monks from the Tianyan Sword Sect had practiced for seven times!
Lin Yige felt the veins on her forehead pulsing and couldn't help but raise her hand to rub her forehead.
Lu Jiu looked at her calm expression, rolled his round black eyes, and said comfortingly: "If Master Feng takes action, just put your heart back in your stomach!"
Lin Yige frowned and looked at Lu Jiu, and said in confusion: "My senior sister came in a hurry because the spiritual thoughts sealed in the water jade ice soul hairpin were touched, and she was in the Zhuxian Sword Formation and the Tianyan Sword Sect's Mountain Protection Formation.
I am facing eight older Mahayana sword cultivators. The time, place and people are favorable, and we are all at a disadvantage. How can I not worry?"
Lu Jiubai raised his eyebrows, and his pride was palpable, "Just now, before I took you away, I told her all the moves and techniques each of those old bones are good at, as well as the routines for cooperating with each other!"
After hearing this, Lin Yige felt a little at ease and just looked at the Zhezhi Mountain, which was covered by clouds and foggy, and was lost in thought.
After a while, Lu Jiu stopped, looked in one direction defensively, and said via voice: "Someone is coming!"
When Lin Yige came back to his senses, he saw a figure approaching quickly. Before he could distinguish it, he took out the formation flag and set up a defensive formation.
Before Lu Jiu could stop him, the figure had already slipped past Lu Jiu like a loach and slid to Lin Yige's side.
"it's me!"
Hearing this familiar voice, Lin Yige recognized the figure as Tu Baicao.
It's just that his bun is messy now, the jade pen that tied his hair is missing, his clothes have turned into irregular rags, and one of his shoes is missing. Not to mention how embarrassed he is.
Yes, after all, the owner of Jiuzhou Newspaper Office, Cao Bai, handed the list to Feng Qingqing of the Guiyi faction in front of everyone.
The harmony that the nine major sects and the Guiyi Sect had barely maintained was broken.
The monks from the Nine Sects were submissive and did not dare to make any mistakes in front of Feng Qingqing. They turned around and naturally wanted to vent their anger on the long-tongued monk who appeared out of nowhere.
"Don't do anything yet!" Lin Yige rushed to stop Lu Jiu before he could tear apart the space, and introduced him, "This is my sixth senior brother Tu Baicao!"
"Don't mention it, how could I have known that Senior Sister would throw me out with them?" Tu Baicao complained while sorting himself out, "Senior Sister is just partial. She saved Lu Jiu and protected you, but let me fight alone.
That’s a big group!”
Lu Jiu put away his paws, looked suspiciously at the chattering round-faced boy, and looked at Lin Yige questioningly.
Lin Yige shook his head and said helplessly: "You are really my senior brother, and you actually lead people to me! Lu Jiu has not yet returned to his prime, and you, my junior sister, and I are only at the stage of transformation."
She turned around and took out a Thousand-mile Transmission Talisman and handed it to Tu Baicao, urging: "This is the Thousand-mile Transmission Talisman given to me by Fourth Senior Brother. Take it and leave quickly!"
With this Thousand Mile Transmission Talisman, Sixth Senior Brother can ask Fourth Senior Brother Yu Weize or Third Senior Sister Chi Wulan for help.
A Mahayana monk came forward to protect him, and Tu Baicao's crisis was resolved.
However, the Jiuzhou Newspaper Office will become a vassal of the Dark Alliance or the Hongluan Office from now on.
Tu Baicao's eyes lit up, and he took the Thousand Miles Transmission Note without any hesitation, and said sourly: "Fourth Senior Brother is also partial! Every time I go to him, he talks about it and ignores me, let alone the Thousand Miles Transfer Note.
The note is gone.”
After saying that, Tu Baicao turned into a black shadow again, and after a few ups and downs, it flew towards Shenjian Peak in the southwest of Zhezhi Mountain.
As soon as Tu Baicao left, the other eight sect monks who were invited to participate in the Demon Slaying Conference arrived on the back.
Lu Jiu blocked Lin Yige behind him and quietly glanced at the monks. He bared his teeth and said, "Why, are you still thinking about these few kilograms of muscles, bones and skin on my body?"
Without the restraints of the iron chain altar and the dragon subduing wood, everyone felt the pressure of the Mahayana monk on Lu Jiu, which was suffocating.
"Amitabha, Senior Lu Jiu has misunderstood! The young monk is usually unwilling to kill even an ant. It's just that the Tianyan Sword Sect's kindness cannot be resisted, so the abbot sent the young monk here."
"Yes, senior, you have misunderstood! It's all the fault of Tianyan Sword Sect. They only said that they wanted to kill the sword-stealing demon cultivator and kill the chicken to scare the monkeys..."
"Senior Lu Jiu, have you ever met Cao Bai, the owner of Jiuzhou Newspaper Office? It's him we are looking for!"
"This junior is willing to exchange the spiritual fruit for his whereabouts!"
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Lu Jiubai frowned and turned to look at Lin Yige.
Lin Yige understood, coughed lightly, pointed to Zhezhi Mountain, cupped his hands and said, "Everyone, Master Cao Bai has indeed been here just now and went over there."
Although she could not dissuade the senior sister from confronting the eight Mahayana disciples, nor could she mislead the senior sister, she could definitely cause trouble for the eight supreme elders.
It would be best for these people to believe her nonsense, but it doesn't matter if they don't.
The monk in the Tianwuzong's robe glanced in the direction and said first, "Little friend, don't fool me. How could that boy Cao Bai return to Zhezhi Mountain?"
As the saying goes, when gods fight, mortals suffer.
When monks in the Mahayana stage fight among themselves, how many lives of the monks in the Void Refining stage are not enough to die, so why join in the fun?
On second thought, it's not impossible.
After all, that boy Cao Bai was still asking him about the names of the concubines in the backyard of Wang Zhinan, the leader of the Tianwu Sect, when the demon-slaying conference just started!
Lin Yige shrugged and said, "If you don't believe it, there's nothing I can do about it."
When Lu Jiu was trapped before, these people were so greedy that they were drooling. Now, they were more respectful to Lu Jiu than the others.
The monks of the nine major sects bullied the weak and feared the strong as always. In the final analysis, they were still human beings. They only had more magical powers and lived longer than ordinary people.
Lu Jiu waved his hand, and a dark space crack opened in mid-air, and then said: "Do you want to get out by yourself, or do you want me to ask you to get out?"
The monks looked at me and I looked at you, quickly reached an agreement, and all flew out of the mountain gate.
As long as he stays in Qinyong City, which Tianyan Sword Sect must pass through when leaving the mountain, can Cao Bai escape from under their noses?
As for the three-day appointment made by Feng Qingqing, all he had to do was send a message back to the sect.
After the others left, Lu Jiu just closed the space crack and sat down on the ground.
He slowed down, and his consciousness spread out to scan the foot of the mountain where the two of them were, and then said: "Thanks to Master Feng, I am about to break through. Please form a formation to protect me!"
This time after the sword was stolen, Lu Jiu's demon power was strengthened to the extreme in the pursuit and escape fights. It is reasonable to break through the small realm.
Lin Yige glanced at Zhezhi Mountain subconsciously, but there was still no movement. She couldn't help but sigh secretly, and started to set up the formation for Lu Jiu.
Contrary to the calm outside the formation, there was a different scene inside the Zhuxian Sword Formation.
Feng Qingqing didn't say a word, she just used her sword skills to her fullest, twisting the sword energy coming from all directions into a huge ball like spinning thread.
The sword energy originally tuned by the formation lost control and began to repel each other again. Incomparable light burst out from the collision.
If it weren't for the formation barrier, Tianyan Sword Sect would have been turned into a living hell by the aftermath.
Feng gently looked at the ball formed by the sword energy in his hand, and the corners of his lips rose again.
There is no need to work hard to suppress your cultivation and blind the eyes of heaven.
