Four hundred and fiftieth chapters lure the enemy out
Qin Yun quietly returned to the inn room.
After making sure that he was not being tracked, he opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of black bruises. His face instantly turned pale, and he slowly sat cross-legged on the ground, closing his eyes and adjusting his breath.
In the battle in the alley, although Qin Yun broke through the realm and severely defeated the powerful enemy with a sword, the opponent's strength and cultivation were still higher than his. In fact, both sides suffered losses. After suppressing the injury and breaking out of the encirclement, the congestion in his heart had reached the point where he could not help but
To the point of vomiting.
As the true energy entered Zhou Yao, he vomited three more mouthfuls of bruised blood. It was not until the blood turned from black to red that his face gradually returned to normal, and then he entered a long process of luck healing.
After successfully condensing evil spirits, Qin Yun not only broke through the realm of strength to the fourth level of Xianyao, but also reached the fourth level of Jiuyang Divine Skill and Mental Technique, and his true energy was far more powerful and longer than before.
Under his urging, Xianyao's true energy quickly traveled through the internal organs, cleared away bruises and penetrated the meridians, and restored the injuries bit by bit without resorting to the power of any elixirs.
The long night passed silently, and Qin Yun did not go out the next day. He continued to stay in the room behind closed doors to heal his wounds.
However, many forces in the Xiangshui Collection were disturbed by a high reward. Many wealthy people in the world got the reprinted portrait and searched everywhere for the item worth fifty thousand taels of gold.
The wealth represented by 50,000 taels of gold was enough to make a strong man who died young work for his life. Who among the gangs who licked blood with their swords and fought for wealth looked jealous, so they went into the streets and alleys to search from house to house. As a result,
It caused countless disputes and conflicts, and Xiang Shuiji was panicked for a while.
It's just that no one has seen the ugly man in the portrait. Hundreds of gang members turned Xiang Shuiji upside down and couldn't find any clues, which made people wonder if this was a conspiracy with ulterior motives.
Rumors spread about the conspiracy.
Qin Yun, who was hiding in the inn, knew nothing about this, let alone that he had become the target of public criticism. It was not until the third day that his injuries were basically healed that he learned about what happened outside from Lady Lin.
Mrs. Lin did not directly connect the figures in the portrait with Qin Yun. Although Qin Yun had asked her about things related to the Holy Sect's arrival before, the difference in appearance between the two was too great.
She came to the inn to tell Qin Yun that the sandstorm raging in the north wind had gradually subsided, and she could leave Xiangshuiji for the Demonic Domain of Shacheng tomorrow!
It's just that now, Qin Yun is no longer very interested in the Shacheng Demon Realm. The masters of the Holy Sect are following him, making him feel that he is in great danger. Under such circumstances, he has to go to Shacheng, also known as the "Land of Death".
It is completely conceivable that the dangers in the Demonic Realm are high.
But ever since he obtained the formation map, in the deepest part of Qin Yun's sea of consciousness, a voice kept telling him that he must go to the Sand City Demonic Realm and must not give up!
With the ancient formation diagram, the Holy Envoy of the Holy Gate, the mysterious old monk, and the jade ring on his ring finger, Qin Yun vaguely felt that he was trapped in a huge mystery. Perhaps the answer to the mystery could only be revealed by entering the Demonic Domain of Sand City.
So should we go to Sand City Demon Realm or not?
This question made Qin Yun think about it for a whole night before finally making a decision.
In the early morning, when the rising sun casts the first ray of sunlight onto the spire of Xiangshuiji's white tower, this city on the edge of the grassland wakes up from its slumber and glows with vitality.
The clear sky showed that the sandstorm was far away. The merchant travelers stranded in Xiangshuiji were rejoicing. Many northbound caravans set off early in the morning, crowding the roads leading to the north.
For businessmen, time means money, and being two or three days late may mean a business failure. Although the threat of sandstorms has not completely disappeared, they are already impatient to wait.
Qin Yun and Lao Cheng followed a caravan and slowly walked out of Xiangshuiji.
Qin Yun finally chose to go to the Shacheng Demon Realm to explore. If he gave up and left at this time, it was very likely that inner demons would appear. He would think about it all the time, which would add countless troubles and doubts, which would be very detrimental to martial arts practice.
Since it is impossible to get rid of the obsession hidden in the sea of consciousness of the soul, Qian Jian will do whatever he wants. No matter whether he can gain something in the Sand City Demon Realm, he can at least break his inner demons!
When passing the intersection, Qin Yun could see several or even a dozen Jianghu or gangsters holding portraits standing on the roadside, eyeing the passing merchant travelers. Some of the fierce ones even dared to stop the carriage and open the carriage to carry out an attack.
Inquiry.
The merchants dared not say anything about this. They had also heard about the reward, and they knew very well how great the temptation of fifty thousand taels of gold was for these investors. No one wanted to get into trouble at this time, so they did whatever they wanted.
The other party conducts the search.
Qin Yun didn't take a second look at Qin Yun, which made Qin Yun feel that he had made a wise choice when he bought the secret book of shape-shifting. Although there were many ways for him to secretly leave Xiangshuiji, he could do it under the eyes of others.
It's also very interesting to walk out swaggering down there.
But when the two were about to leave Xiangshuiji, trouble came.
Looking back behind him, Qin Yun whispered to Old Cheng next to him: "Uncle Cheng, you stay here first, I will go to the front to solve some things. If I don't come back before noon, you don't have to wait for me."
Lao Cheng nodded quickly. Although he had some strength, after losing an arm, he was not as good as an ordinary person. When in danger, he would only cause trouble to Qin Yun and would not be of any help.
After explaining a few words, Qin Yun reached out and patted Black Pearl's neck gently. The psychic sweat-blooded BMW immediately spread its hooves and galloped forward, raising a trail of dust and smoke towards the vast Gobi desert in the distance.
Although the gang warriors who followed them out of the city were caught off guard, after they reacted, they started to chase them, and there were at least dozens of them.
They didn't dare to take action in the city, but they didn't have any scruples outside the city.
Qin Yun discovered the other party's existence very early and had expected it.
The one who was following him should be someone from the Tiger Hall. The Thunder Tiger was obviously not willing to lose face, or maybe he had a grudge with Mrs. Lin, so it was normal for him to make a comeback after enduring for a few days.
And Qin Yun would never allow Tiger Hall to follow him obsessively, because that would probably attract the attention of the Saint Sect masters and bring danger to himself and Lao Cheng, and murderous intent suddenly arose in his heart!
Instead of heading north, he turned west and led the enemy towards the mountains in the distance.
Qin Yun deliberately controlled the speed of his horse along the way, always keeping a hundred steps away from the warriors of Tiger Hall, allowing them to see but never catch up.
However, more and more horses were chasing him. In the short time of just one stick of incense, hundreds of horses gathered behind Qin Yun. The five big and thick thunder tigers took the lead, waving the weapons in their hands and letting out loud roars.
"Damn it, I've caught you!"
"Boy, don't run away if you dare. Let's see how I deal with you today, grandpa!"
"You're dead!"
Despite his vulgar behavior, his strength is not weak at all. The roar containing true energy rolled across the open plains, and the sound was as loud as thunder, which was quite shocking.
Qin Yun really stopped running. He slowed down and asked Black Pearl to turn around and face the enemy. He picked up the Falling Sun Bow with his left hand and caught three black iron armor-piercing arrows between the fingers of his right hand.
Qin Yun did not put in much hard work in archery. He only practiced a secret book of archery and mastered some key points of archery. However, all his archery skills were honed in actual combat and he died in the sun.
The enemies of Divine Bow will definitely not be less than those who died under his sword.
Especially when dealing with long-distance enemies, the advantages of bows and arrows are unmatched by long swords. The Falling Sun Divine Bow is comparable to an artifact. Its range and power far exceed that of ordinary strong bows.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
Three warriors a hundred steps away fell off their horses at the same time, and they were all pierced by the arrows fired by them!
This was just the beginning. As the bow strings kept trembling, armor-piercing arrows fell like meteors into the pursuers of Tiger Hall, causing them to plop to the ground like dumplings that had been cooked.
Screams came one after another, mixed with the muffled sound of arrows penetrating the body and the neighing of war horses, making people's hearts palpitate.
The pursuers instantly fell into chaos. Most of the gang members were frightened out of their wits by Qin Yun's precise archery skills and terrifying lethality. They scattered regardless of the situation, and all of them just wanted to escape from the bows and arrows.
Outside of Cheng, no matter how much Thunder Tiger scolded him, he never looked back.
These gang members are often not very strong. They are experts at following the boss to bully ordinary civilians and businessmen, but when faced with truly strong masters, they become completely useless. It is definitely unrealistic to expect them to work hard to the death.
However, Thunder Tiger was also surrounded by elite confidants who were not afraid of death. There were more than a dozen warriors who lowered their bodies and clung to the horse's back, swung their whips to severely hit the horse under their crotches, accelerated their speed and launched a charge towards Qin Yun.
However, Qin Yun's Luo Ri Divine Bow could kill even the ancient warriors of the past, so how could he be intimidated by a mere dozen knights? He slightly adjusted his direction and shot out more than a dozen arrows at once like lightning.
Phew! Phew! Phew!
In just a moment, all thirteen knights were killed by Qin Yun on the spot. No one could escape his locked attack. The brave charge turned into a reckless death.
Lei Hu, who was behind him, was stunned. He never imagined that Qin Yun was so tyrannical. Looking at the tragic situation of his elite men being killed and injured, he felt endless anger and regret in his heart.
"I will fight with you!"
He gritted his teeth, raised his arms and threw his hands, and fired a loud arrow towards the sky.
Phew!
The sharp roar rushed straight into the sky and spread rapidly in all directions. Soon, dust and smoke rose in the distance, and a large number of horses flew towards the direction where Qin Yun and others were!
