In the Migu cave, the black-faced man sitting on the stone throne suddenly shuddered.
An inexplicable sense of crisis suddenly emerged in his heart!
Surprised and uncertain, the bandit leader put down the wine glass in his hand and reached out to take a picture of a bronze mirror.
"Brother, what's wrong?"
A sturdy man sitting next to him asked doubtfully: "Did something happen?"
The black-faced man smiled reluctantly: "It's okay, I'll take a look at the situation outside."
Blackface is not his real name, but a nickname called by others, which he then uses as his own trademark.
This is actually quite normal. Most of the monks who turn into bandits use pseudonyms or nicknames.
The Black-faced Sha got his name because of his ruthless face and cruel heart. Relying on this reputation, he recruited a group of down-and-out casual cultivators to gather in Xiaoshan Forest and start a business of robbing merchants and travelers.
It's quite moisturizing.
But the Black-faced Shaman knows very well that it is impossible to do this kind of business for a lifetime. If a powerful sect disciple suddenly comes one day, he may wipe them all out with just a finger.
In order to save his life, the black-faced villain spent most of the looted wealth on the layout of his lair.
He just brought it over, and it was exactly a mandarin duck mirror within a mandarin duck mirror.
The matching mandarin mirror is placed outside the cave, so that even when the cave door is closed, the scene outside can be monitored at any time to prevent sneak attacks by others.
When he injected his magic power, the priceless mirror immediately showed the image reflected in the mirror.
Then Heimian Sha was shocked to see a hand rapidly expanding from far to near in the screen, and then the screen went "black"!
"Oops!"
The bandit leader suddenly felt that something was wrong. He jumped up suddenly and shouted: "Enemy attack!"
Not only was there something wrong with the Yuanyang Mirror, the magic circle arranged at the entrance of the cave was also touched!
boom!
As soon as the black-faced villain finished speaking, the surrounding bandits had not yet reacted. They only heard an earth-shattering roar coming from the entrance of the cave, and countless pieces of gravel flew everywhere.
The stone door, which was used to seal the cave, was three feet thick and was blessed with magic spells. It was unexpectedly broken through by someone from the outside!
A tall and burly figure flashed in and rushed into the middle of the bandits in a breath.
The black-faced evil roared: "Kill him!"
At the same time, the bandit leader flew back, grabbed two talismans with both hands, and slapped them on himself.
The black-faced man knew very well that the enemy who broke into the door was no small matter, and he and the others were no match for him.
As the saying goes, a dead Taoist friend will never die a poor Taoist. He is not the boss to protect his younger brothers from disasters.
On the contrary, as long as the younger brother can buy him three breaths of time, he will be sure to escape.
Although it is a pity to lose the old nest that has been operated for a long time, it is better than losing one's life!
The black-faced villain is very clear-headed, and his calculations are very clear. His speed and method of responding are almost impeccable.
However, the moment he activated the talisman to bless himself, he heard a shout in his ears.
"Certainly!"
The black-faced man couldn't help but tremble, his whole body seemed to be stuck in solidified mud, and he couldn't move.
Body-holding technique!
The black-faced man at this moment was truly desperate to the extreme.
He is a monk at the eighth level of Qi training. Under normal circumstances, even Zhun Zifu who has perfected Qi training cannot use this spell to restrict his movements.
The other party is a real monk from Zifu!
Then, the black-faced evil spirit who stood motionless watched helplessly as the man waved a fine copper whistle stick, causing a bloody storm among his men.
Sweeping out with a stick, the flesh and blood of five or six bandits burst out, and their broken limbs flew everywhere!
These bandits are all qi-training monks, with low levels of cultivation at the second and third levels and high levels at the fourth and fifth levels. However, there is no difference under the opponent's copper stick, and they cannot resist a single blow.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Clouds of blood mist exploded, and dozens of bandits were killed in an instant.
"ah!"
The remaining bandits howled in terror. They completely lost the courage to fight and fled in all directions, wishing they had a few more legs.
Clang!
The next moment, the sharp sword light instantly illuminated the entire cave.
Flashes of light appeared one after another, heads rising into the sky, making the diffused blood even thicker!
All the fleeing bandits were killed, and only a few who were smart or timid survived by lying on the ground shivering.
The flying sword turned around and returned after killing all the bandits, hovering over the head of the black-faced evil spirit.
The bandit leader's whole body relaxed, his restraint force was gone, and he knelt down involuntarily.
"Sir, please spare my life!"
It was impossible to resist, and the sooner he would die, the more miserable he would be. Under absolute power, any conspiracy or trick would be just a joke, and he had no money to gamble.
The black-faced evil just hopes that he can be useful to others and live just one moment longer.
Wang Chen smiled and recalled the flying sword.
He sat down on the stone seat next to him and said to the black-faced man kneeling on the ground, "I'll ask you an answer, do you understand?"
The lair of this group of bandits is quite interesting. They hollowed out the mountainside and built a large cave. The inside is well planned and the spiritual energy is obviously more abundant than the outside world.
If Wang Chen was still a casual cultivator, it would be a good idea to occupy this place to cultivate quietly.
Of course, he definitely doesn't care about it now.
"understand!"
The black-faced evil man kowtowed repeatedly, his black face full of fear.
His face was the most obvious identifier, allowing Wang Chen to easily identify the leader of this group of bandits.
Wang Chen waved his hand and placed a magic restriction around the two of them.
He asked bluntly: "I want to find Taoist Xuanyi, what can you do?"
The black-faced man was stunned for a moment: "Taoist Xuanyi?"
Of course he knew who Taoist Xuanyi was, but he never expected that Wang Chen would come to find Taoist Xuanyi when he kicked his lair and killed subordinates like him!
The black-faced man replied tremblingly: "Xiao, Xiaoxiu doesn't know where Taoist Xuanyi is."
"Um."
Wang Chen nodded: "That means you are useless?"
He raised his right hand, his index and middle fingers joined together to form sword fingers, and golden light shone from the fingertips.
The black-faced evil spirit felt a stinging pain between his brows, as if a sharp blade was about to pierce his brain, and he couldn't help but be horrified: "Sir, spare my life, I know who can contact Taoist Xuanyi!"
Intuition told the bandit leader that Wang Chen really wanted to kill him and was not deliberately threatening him.
Wang Chen took back his hand: "Say."
The black-faced man lowered his head: "Xiaoyao Sanren, he has a very good relationship with Taoist Xuanyi. I know where he lives in seclusion. Please take Xiu there to find him now."
Wang Chen smiled.
He turned his palm into a sword and slashed at the bandit leader from the air.
"ah!"
With a scream, a bloody arm fell to the ground.
"lie."
Wang Chen said calmly: "I will give you one last chance."