Just when he wanted to step forward and kill the grass puppet completely.
Suddenly, a golden sword energy suddenly shot out, as fast as thunder and lightning, and arrived in front of the masked monk in the blink of an eye.
"What kind of sword technique is this?!"
The sword technique was too sudden and fast, and the masked monk did not have enough time to use the defensive weapon.
With all the dead souls at risk, he had no choice but to turn away.
A hissing sound.
The golden sword energy directly pierced his shoulder, and blood immediately flowed out, spreading all over the ground in the spiritual field.
The sword energy remained unabated and penetrated the courtyard wall behind him.
"Escape quickly!"
The masked monk ignored the severe pain coming from his shoulder, and an idea flashed in his mind, wanting to escape from this spiritual field.
"Actually, whether you tell me or not, I probably know who it is."
For example, on the outskirts of the North District where Lu Xuan lived before, there was a mixture of fish and dragons, and the protective power was better than nothing.
Lu Xuan couldn't help but feel funny, and his expression turned cold. The fragment stopped in front of the monk's throat penetrated a little, piercing the skin, and dark red blood seeped out.
He said in a gentle voice.
A strong wind struck behind him, and a silver-white sword blade followed him.
"You little guys escaped a disaster tonight, I'll give you some good fertilizer to make up for it."
"If I tell you, can fellow Taoist let me go?"
"It's Zhou Haiwen, the spiritual planter. He asked me to come over and kill you with the spiritual stone. He promised to give me all the spiritual plants in your spiritual field, as long as you have the jade slips from the classics on you."
"That sword technique... should be close to the level of a master. Even among the swordsman masters I have come into contact with before, there are very few who have such superb swordsmanship as you."
He did not open his eyes to observe his surroundings immediately, but carefully felt the current state of his body.
Lu Xuan had already guessed a lot, and after getting the answer from the masked monk, he was completely confirmed.
"But if you hadn't said anything, the outcome would have been very different. The magical weapon in front of you would have cut you into thin slices, and it would have tried its best not to let you die."
"Besides, you are still so young."
The masked monk made up a random excuse and tried to get away with it.
Lu Xuan took out another evil-dispelling talisman, and a hazy white light centered on black gray and fluctuated around it.
"Just tell me who asked you to come."
The monk still had his eyes closed, as if he was still asleep.
"Tell me his address and don't try to deceive me. You know that he and I are both hired spiritual planters of Baicao Hall. It's not difficult to get his information."
Since the Qin and Ming Dynasties, there was a second monk who crushed bones and raised ashes and turned them into fertilizer in the spiritual field.
Lu Xuan said coldly.
After killing the monk, Lu Xuan's spiritual power circulated, and a fireball the size of a head appeared above the monk's corpse.
"When you still have a breath, I will send you to the black market. There are many evil cultivators there who buy the souls of monks. A mid-level Qi practitioner like you should be able to sell it for a good price."
"Do you think I will believe you?"
The masked monk had no choice but to open his eyes, and his pupils moved to take in a panoramic view of the surrounding situation.
He has rich experience and knows that such a level of sword art cannot be performed by a small casual cultivator at the third level of Qi training.
"If you tell me, I will give you a clean ending. If you don't tell me, you will have to endure endless torture of your body and soul. It's your choice."
Lu Xuan took care of the yard for a while, looked around with his spiritual sense, and told the blue-eyed lynx to take care of the house. His figure flashed and he came outside the house silently.
Before he could react, the spirit beast raised its thick white paw and slapped him on the head, knocking the monk to the ground. He rolled a few times on the ground and fainted from the pain.
"I have always been a reclusive person who is kind to others. I can offend others and arouse murderous intentions towards me. Just think about it."
"you're awake?"
"Tell me, why did you enter my house and try to do harm to me?"
…
A black shadow flashed before his eyes, and a jet-black spiritual beast appeared in front of him. Its green eyes stared coldly at the masked monk. The strange sight made him lose consciousness for a moment.
There was still a vague sense of sharp coolness in his throat, heart, and lower body. It seemed that as long as he made the slightest movement, the sharp coolness would invade his body.
The masked monk's consciousness awakened from the infinite darkness.
Only then did he feel completely relieved. He swept up the thick layer of black ash on the ground and sprinkled it on the soil of Lingtian.
Immediately, it turned into clusters of flames and fell on his corpse. In a dozen breaths, it burned him to black ashes.
He is now in a simply furnished house, with gray and black straw ropes tied around his body, and what remains in front of his fatal weakness is the silver fragment from before.
"If you really don't wake up, I will never wake you up again."
The situation is very bad. When transferring the spiritual power in the body, it is like a stone sinking into the ocean, the Dantian Qi sea is destroyed, and the cultivation level is completely lost.
"Okay, I'll say it."
The masked monk fell silent.
Such an unexpected attack method caused the masked monk to be in chaos, with fragments piercing his limbs, shoulders, and chest.
The more the masked monk spoke, the more he regretted it. He originally thought that it would be easy to deal with a spiritual cultivator who was at the third level of Qi training, but unexpectedly, he capsized in the ditch, suffered heavy injuries, and was easily captured.
At the same time, his body was still tied up with something, unable to move, and the wounds on his limbs and other places were nakedly exposed to the air, causing bursts of severe pain.
The masked monk no longer hesitated and told the truth.
If there were a few more sword techniques like this, or even just one, he would risk falling here.
With a thought in his mind, the masked monk's spiritual energy circulated rapidly, and an ice wall appeared in mid-air, just in time to block the menacing silver-white sword blade.
Unexpectedly, when the sword blade was about to collide with the ice wall, the silver-white short blade cracked silently, and dozens of thin fragments were like silver-white butterflies, attacking the masked monk from all directions.
"I didn't expect that you, a casual cultivator, could hide so deeply."
Lu Xuan ignored the masked monk and asked with a smile.
"I just passed by here by chance. I wanted to enter your spiritual field and steal a few spiritual plants. I didn't expect that I ran into trouble."
There are monks patrolling the city day and night, but the level of protection in each area is different.
After explaining the spiritual planter, the masked monk no longer had any scruples and told everything he knew about the situation, still holding on to the idea that Lu Xuan could let him go.
A gentle voice sounded not far from him.
"Okay, you can go on your way safely."
"As expected, it's the spirit planter who is determined not to give up. He probably wants to get the method of growing perfect quality spiritual plants from me."
Lu Xuan said softly, and the thin fragment in front of the monk's throat suddenly moved forward and penetrated deeply into his throat.
"And cultivation... it's definitely far more than the third level of Qi training."
A young monk was standing in front, his eyes clear and bright.
Nothing unusual happened.
The courtyard I live in now is relatively far inside, and the protective power is much stronger, but it is usually just a show of a few low-level monks practicing Qi.
Only in the core area will there be middle-level or even high-level qi-training monks to protect it to prevent evil cultivators or evil spirits from invading.
After a while, Lu Xuan arrived at his destination, outside the courtyard of the spiritual planter named Zhou.