"Amulet!" Chen Taizhong squinted his eyes when he saw it. He had seen this kind of white light on Li Yi and also on Nantes.
Amulets are different from ordinary talismans. A person with a high level of cultivation can pour spiritual power into the medium and give it as a reward to the juniors close to him. In critical situations, he can passively protect the owner.
And this third-level immortal amulet can actually withstand Chen Taizhong's sword, which shows that this person has at least one immortal-level backer behind him.
The spirit fairy was also trembling with fear, but when he saw that his amulet really blocked the opponent's sword, he was slightly stunned at first, and then became bolder.
So he glanced at Chen Taizhong and asked with a little reserve, "How is it? Now you know it was a misunderstanding, right?"
The opponent cannot break the amulet, and of course he must be wary of the person behind him.
Even so, he was so frightened that when he spoke, his voice still trembled slightly.
Chen Taizhong was stunned for a while before nodding, "It is indeed the method of an immortal. It seems like... a misunderstanding!"
The word "misunderstanding" was still lingering on his lips, and he moved forward again. The long knife in his hand transformed into snowflakes all over the sky, and he slashed at the spirit fairy again. It was the second form of the Wuming sword technique.
Everyone has been killed, and the second-level spirit immortal whose consciousness has been violated will most likely become an idiot. Now it is too late to say that there is a misunderstanding.
Moreover, even if the opponent has a fairy backing, so what? The worst case scenario is just a battle.
Seriously, if he stopped now, the other party would be unable to do anything to him and would probably transfer their hatred to the Xie family.
If the Xie family was implicated because of this, it would be against his original intention - back then, a team of cultivators died innocently and tragically at the hands of a loose cultivator in Jinyang Mountain because of him. Chen was furious.
Then, a mass killing began.
The lightning protection inner armor that Wang Yanyan is wearing now is the family heirloom of a female nun who died tragically at that time.
Chen Taizhong didn't particularly value cause and effect, but he claimed to be particular about people and didn't want anyone to suffer on his behalf.
"You... still dare?" The third-level spirit fairy was shocked when he saw this. Finally, he was cautious in his heart, jumped back desperately, turned around and ran away.
"This is... no desire ah ah ah~" The sword cultivator who was wrapped in the world of mortals screamed desperately when he saw this, and his eyes widened. In addition to fear, there was also deep envy in his eyes.
I think as a sword cultivator, he understands the realm of desirelessness best, which is what sword cultivators below the immortals dream of.
However, let alone those below heavenly immortals. Even if swordsmen with the cultivation level of heavenly immortals can reach the realm of desirelessness, they are only one or two tenths.
And the person in front of me is obviously not a heavenly being. He only practices swordsmanship. He can actually achieve the goal of having no desires. What an incredible existence this is.
At this moment, the fleeing third-level spirit immortal received more than ten blows, his body glowed with white light, and he was thrown forward.
Chen Taizhong laughed ferociously and chased after him, "It depends on how long you can survive my blows."
Unexpectedly, after the spirit fairy flew out, he rolled around, turned around and knelt down towards him. He shouted loudly, "Sir, I really belong to the Wangquan Hu family... I am blind and have offended you. Look,
For the sake of the Hu family, please spare me this life."
"You told me earlier," Chen Taizhong smiled slightly when he heard this. He slowed down and walked forward step by step. He looked as amiable as the sunny boy next door. Compared with the angry image just now, they looked like two people.
.
This third-level immortal couldn't believe him. He shook his hands and threw a jade token on the ground. He stood up and took twenty steps back in panic. "This... this is my family's identity token."
"Why are you retreating so far away?" Chen Taizhong's face sank and he spoke unhappily.
He had originally planned to attack me secretly, but the other party was so wary, so he had to find fault with him, so he said coldly with a sullen face, "Since you call me Sir, but you can't trust me... you want to do this to me."
Isn’t it disrespectful to the superior?”
"Sir, please look at the jade identity card," the third-level spirit immortal smiled bitterly and cupped his hand, "Your cultivation is amazing. I, a little ant, really don't dare to let you get close."
"If you don't let me get close to you, then I won't be able to do anything to you?" Chen Taizhong laughed loudly.
"I naturally admire your master's cultivation," the third-level spirit immortal took two steps back, "What happened today was really a misunderstanding."
"If I am really a ninth-level wandering immortal, wouldn't it be a misunderstanding?" Chen Taizhong sneered.
This sneer made the third-level spirit immortal feel ashamed. It took him a long time before he muttered an answer, "It's because we were blind and offended your majesty..."
"Don't tell me this, I won't listen," Chen Taizhong waved his hand and pointed at the other people present, "Are these... all children of the Hu family?"
"None of them...well, none of them," the third-level spirit fairy hesitated, then told the truth, "They are friends I made while walking outside."
"This is called a good friend? This is a bad friend!" Chen Taizhong snorted coldly, "I have no friendship with your Hu family, but we finally had a relationship. I will let you go today. The others... keep all the storage bags.
Down!"
"We just want to take your elixir by force," the short and stocky man who was a fifth-level elf stopped and shouted loudly, "How could you do this?"
"Am I begging you to steal my elixir?" Chen Taizhong smiled slightly and said coldly, "Short man, if you dare, say it again... maybe I will let you go."
When the short and stocky man saw his smile, his body shivered for no apparent reason, but he didn't dare to say anything anymore.
Wang Yanyan collected everyone's storage bags into one piece, then selected a large storage bag, put all the things in it, stacked other storage bags on the ground, and stabbed them to pieces with a shake of her hand.
Everyone's heart trembled when they saw it, but they didn't dare to say anything. They could only secretly curse: What a waste of money.
Then, Chen Taizhong restrained the seventh-level immortal in the world of mortals, released him, not only tore off the storage bag, but also took out a pendant from his neck - it was also a storage space.
Jian Xiu's face was pale, but he didn't dare to resist or even say anything.
He didn't speak, but Chen Taizhong still felt that he still had more to say, "Hand over your flying sword."
Jian Xiu trembled, and finally couldn't help it anymore, "Your Excellency, you can't kill people with just a nod... What do you want with my flying sword?"
Generally speaking, a cultivator's natal spiritual weapon is basically useless to others. It is precisely because of this that after Chen Taizhong killed Nangong Jinbiao, Jiang Zizhen buried the wine gourd without even looking at it.
For a sword cultivator, the natal flying sword is undoubtedly the top priority. All their cultivation is based on the flying sword. If the flying sword is damaged, their cultivation will plummet.
"I'll give you two choices," Chen Taizhong smiled slightly and raised two fingers, "One, if you hand over your natal flying sword, I won't embarrass you. Second... if you don't hand over your natal flying sword, I will kill you.
You have three breaths to think about making a puppet to guard the cave."
The art of puppetry is extremely sinister, but the other party has offended him severely and refuses to obediently agree to his conditions, so it is not too much to turn a person into a puppet.
"Third brother," the sword cultivator turned pale and shouted to the third-level spirit immortal.
The children of the Hu family were also in a bit of a dilemma. Just when he was about to open his mouth, Chen Taizhong snorted coldly, "Why, you don't want to go back to your Hu family either?"
The man hesitated for a long time before finally speaking, "My eldest brother is quite wealthy, can he redeem himself...?"
"Twenty top-quality spiritual stones," Chen Taizhong didn't hesitate and directly offered the price.
His price was not arbitrary. Brother Wu, the eighth-level spiritual immortal he met in Iron Pheasant City, offered ten top-grade spiritual stones. But at that time, Brother Wu was in the nature of helping, helping his friends——
Although some people do not distinguish between right and wrong, the newly promoted high-level immortals of the eighth-level immortal gang are inherently friendly.
As for this sword cultivator, he is seeking his own death, and of course it cannot be calculated based on ten spiritual stones.
"Two...twenty yuan?" The children of the Hu family were a little stunned when they heard this. This price can persuade the gods to take action.
"If you don't have the spirit stone, hand over your natal flying sword and take it to the city lord's palace in Meishui City," Chen Taizhong replied matter-of-factly, and then sneered, "Everyone has such a high vision that they don't even take the city lord in their eyes... this
The city lord must know."
"Okay, twenty top-grade spiritual stones," the sword cultivator heard and immediately made his decision - once he was taken to the city lord's mansion, he would have to shed his skin even if he didn't die.
There is no harm in slandering the city lord if he does it behind his back to show that he is unambiguous. However, if he is really sued in front of the city lord, he will really suffer.
"And you, dwarf," Chen Taizhong pointed at the short and stocky man, "If you don't give me five top-quality spiritual stones, I will use you to make a doll without even bothering to alert the city lord."
"I..." The stocky man thought about it and finally gritted his teeth, "Okay, I'll give it!"
"Ah, there are two thousand-year-old elixirs." Wang Yanyan, who was looking through the sword cultivator's storage bag, jumped up with surprise on her face, "Haha, now we also have a thousand-year elixir."
The corners of Jianxiu's mouth and eyes twitched uncontrollably several times, and the muscles on his face were twitching, but he did not dare to say another word.
Chen Taizhong was puzzled when he heard this. He raised his hand, took the jade identity card from the ground, took a closer look, and then asked, "Hu Xinxi, you have a thousand-year-old elixir, and you still want to rob it?"
"Who would think there are too many elixirs?" Hu Xinxi replied expressionlessly.
"What kind of families do these friends of yours... bad friends come from? Tell me," Chen Taizhong raised his chin slightly, "Don't tell me, they are just bandits."
This means that bachelors don't rub dirt in their eyes. If they are really bandits, they can basically be satisfied with the elixir in exchange for the pills they urgently need. Only those who are burdened by their families will fight for more pills for their clansmen.
"This..." Hu Xinxi was a little embarrassed.
"I took pictures with a photographic stone and brought them back to the city lord's palace to identify them one by one," Xie Mingxian finally said.
"It's a small family, and I don't bother you to worry about it," Jian Xiu replied sternly, "I am a minister of the Feng family, and the second son is the elder of the Qian family of Yashan City. Since it is a misunderstanding, and it can be passed, let it go."