The master and servant Chen Taizhong only walked more than a hundred miles from Luoshi before entering the boundary of Pinling. This place is to the west and is relatively prosperous, but it is only better than Giant Pine City and still much worse than Dragon Scale City.
The two of them traveled around the mountains and rivers all the way, and it was really easy. The second day after entering Pinling, they decided to visit the famous Duanjianpo.
Broken Sword Slope was a famous battlefield during the war between humans and monsters. Although the scale of the battle was not large, it was extremely tragic. All the thirty-six spirit immortal sword cultivators who participated in the battle died in the battle, blocking the offensive momentum of the beast cultivators and becoming a
Famous attractions to pay homage to our ancestors.
In fact, there is nothing to play here. As for picking up treasures, that is even more impossible. Every inch of land here has been turned to pieces by countless people.
Thirty-six sword cultivators formed a large tomb to be buried together, because the bones of many people could not only be pieced together, but could not even be identified.
There is a tombstone in front of the big tomb, which tells the story of the tragic battle - the demon cultivators came out of the Black Mang Forest and completely invaded Dongmang. Thirty-six spirit immortal sword cultivators formed the Tiangang Formation and blocked more than twenty people.
The famous Celestial Level Beast Cultivator, as well as the attacks of countless spiritual beasts.
Around the tomb, the trees were already as thick as three people hugging each other, and even the trees on top of the tomb were as thick as a bowl of ocean, making them look extremely desolate and withered.
When Chen Taizhong saw this, he felt infinite emotion for a moment, and finally sighed and shook his head, "The most terrifying thing in the world is, after all, the years. No matter how much credit you make and your endless romance... you will always be blown away by the rain and the wind.
go."
The two walked around in a circle, lit another stick of incense, offered some sacrifices, and then left silently.
Unexpectedly, after taking just a few steps, it started to rain. Seeing this, Wang Yanyan exclaimed, "Will the incense be extinguished?"
"It's nothing more than a piece of mind," Chen Taizhong smiled and replied lazily, "Is destruction or immortality important?"
Because they came to Duanjianpo, the two of them had to walk a long stretch of uninhabited mountain road to continue to Pingling City, but they were not in a hurry, and they were not in a hurry anyway.
As for encountering thieves, that's not worth worrying about - there are probably no angel-level thieves blocking the way here, right?
After walking for about five hours, Wang Yanyan looked at the map and pointed ahead, "Over the top of the mountain in front, we will reach Baisha Town."
The two of them climbed over the top of the mountain, and the next moment they were stunned. Wang Yanyan frowned, "What... is going on?"
What they both saw was a small village. Looking further into the distance, they saw a vaguely large town, but it was drizzling. Even if they used their eyesight well, the town was still hazy.
However, what surprised Wang Yanyan was not this, but the village at the foot of the mountain, which was in chaos. There was a group of people in dark gray clothes who were wreaking havoc in the village.
But some people in colorful clothes were resisting desperately. There were old, weak, women and children, as well as strong men, and they were crying and cursing.
"A bandit?" Chen Taizhong frowned and couldn't help but think of what happened in Taozhi Town.
"It doesn't feel like it," Wang Yanyan stood behind him, holding an umbrella for him, and shook her head when she heard this. She had her reasons, "If it were a robber, he would probably kill someone directly, right?"
Before he finished speaking, a flash of sword light was seen. Two adjacent courtyards fell to the ground with a crash, and all the houses in the courtyard were destroyed.
Immediately afterwards, a child came out of the house, and an old woman came out of another house, holding packages of various sizes in her hands. The child among them was injured by the bricks and stones, and his face was covered with blood.
The sword cultivator who drew his sword had a smile on his face, but also a bit of disdain, and he didn't know what he was talking about.
Chen Taizhong and Wang Yanyan were curious, so they walked down the mountain. Wang Yanyan was amused and took out a photo stone to record the scene.
"Asshole, what are you doing?" At this moment, a sharp shout came from not far away, and a man in gray glared at the two of them, "The Qinglian Sword Sect is doing something... do you two want to die?"
Before he finished speaking, a flying sword struck him, but the man who had just drawn the sword turned around when he heard the noise, and then struck out with the sword without saying a word.
"How dare you, thief!" Wang Yanyan was holding the photo stone in one hand and an umbrella in the other hand, carrying a flower basket. When she saw this, she became furious. She put the photo stone away, took out a spear with a shake of her hand, and faced it steadily.
There were several "bang bang bang" sounds, and the flying sword was immediately thrown back by her. She scolded, "How dare you hurt anyone?"
She couldn't help but be angry. Both of them had hidden their cultivation levels. One was a ninth-level immortal and the other was an eighth-level immortal. The guy who fired the flying sword was actually a first-level spiritual immortal.
The sword cultivator's attack power was already astonishing, and yet he was so violent. Even if he didn't mean to kill anyone, even the devil wouldn't believe it.
"This woman has hidden her cultivation," the sword cultivator shouted loudly. He was a swordsman who was a spiritual immortal, but his flying sword was actually blocked by an eighth-level immortal. It was really shameful.
But at the same time, he was also sure that this woman really hid her cultivation, "She must be a spy! Brothers and sisters, come up."
Under this kind of chaos, there is no reason to speak. Wang Yanyan turned her head and looked at the owner apologetically, handed him the umbrella, and went up to him with a flower basket in one hand and a big gun in the other.
Finally, she still remembered to take a picture of the primary amulet on herself before the fight.
Most of these people in gray clothes are wandering immortals. There are three junior level immortals and one intermediate level immortal. They are looking at this place with their hands behind their backs...
This moment became an unforgettable scene in Tong Xiaochuan's memory.
The Tong family is an ordinary family in Dasha Village. His father has three brothers who make a living by farming and mining sand. Not long ago, an adult suddenly informed the town that people in Dasha Village were asked to move out, without giving any instructions.
reasons.
For the people of Dasha Village, this is simply impossible. Although Fenghuang Realm is large, it is impossible to find a suitable place in a hurry if the entire village is relocated.
Moreover, the cultivated land they reclaimed, the houses on the land, and the sideline sand mining will no longer belong to them.
When the villagers thought that they would be driven to a wasteland, they not only had to reclaim the land, build houses, and purchase supplies, but they also had to find a side job to support their families.
At the same time, they may also face attacks from bandits or wild beasts, as well as resistance from local people.
It is too difficult to reclaim wasteland through long and narrow roads.
The town is not without compensation for this, but fifty spiritual stones per person is enough for what?
Therefore, the villagers of Dasha Village had to seek an explanation from the adults in the town.
As a result of the explanation, many strong laborers were injured, and Tong Xiaochuan's father and two uncles were all carried back.
Today is the deadline given by the town to ask the villagers to move. Tong Xiaochuan is only eleven years old, and he has a younger brother and a younger sister. However, he has become a cultivator - a first-level immortal, so he saves his family's belongings
, let him do it.
Who would have thought that before he could finish moving his belongings, the house collapsed. He only rescued some important things, and his head was even hit by bricks and stones.
Fortunately for him, if it had been for his younger brothers and sisters, they might have died.
He stopped to take a breath, then wiped the blood from his eyes without complaining, and then continued rushing into the rubble to see if he could dig out something more, when he suddenly heard the sound of fighting.
When he looked up, he saw a masked female cultivator holding a big gun, already fighting with the men in gray who came from the town.
Not far behind her, there was a young man in a long gown, holding an umbrella, standing there quietly and watching.
Tong Xiaochuan was very sure that these two people were definitely not from the village...
Wang Yanyan had been following Chen Taizhong these days, and it was not in vain. Faced with the attack of one spirit immortal and four wandering immortals, although she was a little overwhelmed, she could barely hold on.
When she was in a situation where she couldn't resist, she took a light step and alleviated the danger - her new shoes came in handy at this moment.
Seeing that several people were unable to attack, the two immortals who were elsewhere also rushed over. The two immortals waited for a moment, then became a little impatient, and then there was a Youxian next to them, pointing at Chen Taizhong.
"Boy, go to hell!" A fairy with a bad temper struck him with a flying sword.
This sword is extremely domineering, and it is clear that it will not rest until it kills people.
Chen Taizhong frowned. In his eyes, these people were nothing more than ants. He had no interest in calling out the ants, he just wanted to see how much Scar had grown recently.
But when this sword struck, he couldn't even sit back and watch. He had to slap his storage bag, pull out a basic spiritual shield, and put it in front of him, blocking the flying sword forcefully.
Then he frowned and asked, "I said...do you know me?"
"Why do I need to know each other if I want to kill a spy like you?" The immortal sneered and struck with his sword again, "Since you two came together, then you should die."
Chen Taizhong's spiritual shield blocked the blow again, and then asked with a smile, "Are you serious?"
"Zombie, are you worthy of me making fun of you?" The two swords of the spirit fairy had no effect, and he became furious and drove the flying sword to attack again, "Go to hell!"
"Since you are serious, then I am serious too," Chen Taizhong sighed softly, and the smile on his face became brighter. He put away his shield, stretched out his hand, and grabbed the flying sword forcefully.
Tong Xiaochuan's memory was fixed here. Many years later, he could suddenly recall the young man in a long gown, holding an umbrella in one hand and holding the sword cultivator's flying sword with the other. The smile on his face was so beautiful.
Amiable…
Seeing Chen Taizhong reaching out to hold the flying sword, the expressions of the two immortals changed drastically. Even the middle-level immortal not far away who was watching with his hands behind his back narrowed his eyes and rushed over like an arrow.
"stop!"
"Stop if you say stop, how shameless will it be for me?" Chen Taizhong smiled slightly, silently practicing the "no desire" mentality in his hand, and only heard a soft bang, and the flying sword exploded immediately.