"Junior sister, why are you meddling in this business?" Another person also came down from the sky. He was a male monk, about thirty years old. He was very disapproving when he saw the behavior of the woman in green robe.
The woman in green robe said: "With a little effort, there are many children among these people."
The male monk curled his lips, as if he felt it was still pointless, but he stayed in the end. If he left his junior sister here, he would probably never be able to go out alone with her in the future.
While the two were talking.
The fierce white storm has blown over.
Long Xiaoshan didn't leave either.
Because he became slightly interested in the storm.
This time, in addition to finding the Da Luo Hun Sect to treat Ning Jie, I also wanted to gain some experience.
After all, he has no shortage of elixirs or techniques.
What is missing is the state of mind.
If your strength improves too quickly, if you don't have a matching state of mind, you may end up becoming a puppet of power instead of the master who controls it.
Woo——
The storm blew violently.
Along with the shrill voice, the light shield supported by the green-robed woman shook violently, like a tent being pulled in the strong wind.
Long Xiaoshan felt that the intensity of this wind definitely exceeded the super typhoon on the earth.
However, the strength of the photomask is not small.
No matter how strong the wind blew, it was not broken, but those mournful wailing sounds could still penetrate through, making people feel restless.
Of course, the mask also blocks most of the power of the sound.
I saw the woman in green robe resisting the "cry of death".
The sturdy man and others were all extremely grateful and prostrated themselves on the ground: "Thank you, Master Immortal, for saving your life."
The Death Wail is one of the most terrifying dangers in the Blackthorn Desert.
When a normal team encounters one, they almost always end up being wiped out.
In this team, except for the burly man who is a genius, the rest of the team is not very strong. If the woman in green robe had not rescued them, few of them would have survived.
The male cultivator on the side sneered: "It's still very early. The wail of the God of Death has just begun. It will take at least half an hour to end. The power will continue to increase after a while. This wail is a mental attack and cannot be blocked by the protective formation.
If you can't stop it, you will become insane and either die or be injured."
The whole team was in panic.
He knelt down and begged: "Master Immortal, save us."
The woman in green robe comforted: "I will try my best."
However, Long Xiaoshan walked to the light mask with interest, as if he was very interested in the wind. How could this strange and shrill sound come out, and it could actually have the power of a spiritual attack?
Of course, to him, this mental attack was not taken lightly.
The male cultivator on the side saw that there was such an ignorant guy in the team, and everyone else was trembling with fear. Fortunately, he was able to move around freely thanks to the protection of his junior sister's formation talisman.
He snorted coldly: "You ungrateful thing, who are you?"
"He is not from our team, he is just a passerby." The sturdy man was afraid that the male cultivators would anger them, so he quickly explained.
"If you're passing by, if you want to see it so much, then go out and have a look. Why are you still here?" the male cultivator said coldly.
Long Xiaoshan ignored him.
The male cultivator's face darkened. He was an early-stage Jindan cultivator, but an ordinary person dared to ignore his words. He raised his hand and wanted to throw Long Xiaoshan out.
The woman in green robe said: "Brother, why do you have to be like a mortal? Come and help me."
Long Xiaoshan didn't have any cultivation aura about him, so he was indeed just a mortal in their eyes.
The male cultivator snorted coldly and resisted the urge to take action now, but Long Xiaoshan was already a dead person in his eyes, and there were ten thousand ways he could kill an ordinary person without anyone noticing.
Now that Junior Sister is here, let's let this kid live a little longer.
Wuwuwu——
The cry of death became more and more violent.
There were many ordinary people in the team. Even if they tried their best to cover their ears, it would be useless. The mental attacks would go straight into their souls.
Something is obviously wrong with them.
Some of the younger children couldn't bear it at first and started crying miserably.
No matter how much they coax, they can't coax him.
Long Xiaoshan walked over and pointed at the crying children, who quickly fell asleep.
"Eh!"
The woman in green robe was a little surprised.
Mental attacks cannot be blocked just because you are asleep, but these children did fall asleep, and there was no pain or fear on their faces.
Boom.
Suddenly something hit the shield, and the shield shook violently.
Everyone looked up and saw a bat-like thing as big as a palm lying on the shield, biting desperately.
Although this thing is small, it looks very vicious, with very sharp teeth and claws, and its head is three times the size of an ordinary bat.
"Soul Kite."
The expressions of the woman in green robe and the male cultivator changed drastically.
I heard the shrill sound that thing made.
Long Xiaoshan now understood that the source of the wail of the God of Death, the wail that contained spiritual attack, was coming from this little thing.
Somewhat interesting.
He has never seen such a strange monster before.
He raised his hand and grabbed this thing in.
The male cultivator and the woman in green robe said hurriedly: "Let it go quickly."
Long Xiaoshan originally wanted to study this thing, how could it be put there, so he opened his eyes, broke open the thing's head, observed its structure, and found that there seemed to be a black crystal core-like thing in the middle of the little thing's head.
He directly crushed its head and took out the thing.
Saw Long Xiaoshan kill this soul kite.
The male cultivator and the woman in green robe froze, and then their bodies began to shake uncontrollably.
The male cultivator shouted angrily: "You, you actually killed Hun Yuan, you brainless fool, idiot."
Long Xiaoshan frowned and said calmly: "Can't I kill him?"
"Nonsense, of course you can't kill him. Did you know that this thing lives in groups? Once you kill him, all the soul kites will be attracted. You bastard, I will kill you first."
The male cultivator got up furiously.
However, at this moment, a harsh wailing sound came from the void that was much more violent than before.
Wow!
In the sky, there was a white light all over the sky.
Immediately afterwards, a large amount of white light swooped down, revealing a dense crowd of soul kites.
To describe it, it's like a plague of locusts, making people's scalp numb.
No wonder they can't be seen, they are all above the clouds, but because Long Xiaoshan killed a soul kite, all these soul kites came down.
Crackling!
Countless soul kites pounced on the shield.
He began to bite at the shield, and his screams were like a demonic sound piercing his brain.
In an instant, many people in the team spurted blood from their orifices and fell to the ground screaming.
The shield was also in danger in an instant. Although these soul kites were not strong individually, there were too many of them, and the shield could not hold up obviously.
Seeing this, the woman in green robe knew that she couldn't hide, so she spit out her long sword, and a sword light swept across it, splitting a large number of soul kites in half.
