Liu Ruiling took her sister-in-law to the Nanhai Cave Heaven, while Ning Chen spent two days in the library reading Buddhist and Taoist classics, and then started traveling on the morning of the third day and returned to Bilan Continent again.
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In the early morning, there was a small town. The thin mist had not yet dissipated, but the town was already alive again. Ning Chen gently pushed open the window of the room. The green mountains in the distance could not be seen clearly, but the noise from downstairs could not be seen clearly at this time.
It has been heard for a long time.
Seeing the pedestrians and vendors coming and going in the city, Ning Chen couldn't help but shake his head with emotion.
If it weren't for the true magic power in his body that reminded him all the time that this was a world where he could practice, he would really have the illusion that he had returned to ancient China.
Ning Chen and others came to the city three days ago and stayed at this inn. The reason for moving in was very simple. They were tired of living in the wild and wanted to change the environment and take a rest.
This city is more like a town than a city, with an area of only two or three miles, and adobe walls less than a foot high. There are thousands of civilians in the city, and the most powerful person is just a young man with the third level of Qi Refining.
The old monk is considered to be the most virtuous and respected elder in the city. He is the kind who stands at the front during ancestor worship every year.
In the past few days, everyone has visited this small town inside and outside, and also tasted some local specialties, fruits and vegetables. It can only be said that the conditions are limited. Although these things are quite unique, the taste can only be said to be
Normally, everyone just wants to try something new, and then when they get greedy, they still eat the beast meat and spiritual fruits and vegetables that they brought with them.
"It's time to get some rest." Ning Chen murmured to himself. Before taking a break yesterday, several people had already made the decision to leave the town today and set off to practice again.
Just as he was about to get up, Ning Chen suddenly frowned and looked at the distant sky. There was a force of energy coming quickly from there, and it didn't look like he was passing by. It seemed that this small town was the opponent's target.
Because this small town is directly blocking the opponent's escape route.
"Hahaha, there is indeed a small town. Although there are only a thousand people, it is better than nothing. At most, we can just find a few more."
Dunguang flew rapidly and suddenly stopped over the small town. A voice resounded throughout the city without restraint, as if it was even afraid that others would not hear it.
The small town suddenly became quiet. Countless ordinary people looked into the air in horror. They didn't know what the monk who suddenly appeared wanted to do. They were just ordinary mortals. Is there anything else that this monk could appreciate?
"Evil cultivator!" Ning Chen muttered to himself. The bloody smell on this cultivator was so strong that he could easily smell it even from hundreds of feet away.
There is no concept of good and evil in Bilanzhou, but generally speaking, those who practice picking furnaces, collecting blood food, and other methods of harming others and benefiting themselves are called evil cultivators.
The main characteristics of this kind of monks are their fast cultivation speed, and their cultivation methods are harmful to others and benefit themselves. Although the cultivation spells are extremely powerful, they are partial and have obvious weaknesses. Most importantly, this kind of cultivation method generally has serious hidden dangers.
Or there will be consequences. Generally speaking, most monks will not take this path.
Those who take this path are usually some casual cultivators with unstable minds, or some sect monks with stories. Of course, there are sects in Bilanzhou that specialize in this kind of practice, but they are not strong enough to enter the mainstream.
That's all.
I saw the monk suspended in mid-air wearing a hemp yellow robe, with his hair disheveled, looking down with a ferocious smile, his eyes filled with bloodshot eyes, flashing with bursts of red light, and traces of blood could not be suppressed from his body.
Overflowing, a thin layer of blood mist was faintly enveloped in the space several feet around him, exuding bursts of bloody smell.
"Hey hey hey, be good and be my blood food." The monk laughed ferociously, waved his hand and took out a flag flag from the storage ring.
This flag is completely blood-colored, with a pole like red jade and a flag like blood brocade. There are even deeper dark red lines on it, which are twisted and changed, strange and weird, and it looks extremely dangerous.
This time, the flags exuded a strong smell of blood, and the blood mist shrouding the air became thicker!
"Huh? I didn't expect that there is a comrade here. Hehehe, she is still a little beauty. I am so blessed!" The visitor waved his flag and showed his spiritual consciousness. He was about to take the lives of all the people in the city and do other things.
As a sacrifice of utensils, Shi Xiuzhu was found, and then his eyes lit up uncontrollably and he laughed strangely.
As for Ning Chen and the other three, given his cultivation level, he didn't even notice at all.
"In the middle stage of Yuan Condensation, the spiritual consciousness is mixed, and the true Yuan is impure and garbage!" Yan Wuxun's voice came from another guest room.
"Xiuzhu, you have just advanced to the middle stage of Yuan Condensation, and your cultivation level is similar to this person's. It's just right, so go and have a fight with him." Huang Ying's faint voice came.
"Yes, Master!" Shi Xiuzhu replied in a clear voice, and then turned into a ray of light and flew out of the inn. In the blink of an eye, he came to the opposite side of the monk, thirty or fifty feet away.
"Where did the evil cultivator dare to collect blood food wantonly? Tell me!" Shi Xiuzhu shouted sweetly and looked coldly at the cultivator opposite, which aroused bursts of cheers and prayers from the ordinary people in the city.
Just now the monk took out the flag, and the rich bloody smell spread instantly. Coupled with the wild laughter and words before, the people in the small town were almost frightened to death. How could they not know that they were being targeted by an evil spirit?
Immediately afterwards, a figure quickly emerged from a large house in the center of the city. It was an old monk holding an eight or nine-year-old boy and running towards another gate of the small town.
What about the ordinary people in the city?
Some people ran away, some cried loudly, some knelt down and kowtowed, and some hugged their children and shivered.
Just when everyone was feeling desperate, a shout and a flash of light once again attracted everyone's attention. Then, everyone saw a female cultivator in white clothes who looked like a fairy from the sky suddenly appeared opposite the evil cultivator.
In front of him, the relationship between the two was obviously hostile.
"Fairy, help me!"
"God bless me, I must bless the fairy in white to defeat that bad guy, and bless the lives of the people in my city!"
"Child, hurry up and pray that the fairy in white is invincible and defeats the bad guy."
At this time, the elderly monk who had been running for a street also stopped and looked up at the sky with a gloomy expression. After thinking about it, he picked up the child on his chest and ran out of the city gate.
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"Old sir, you'd better not go out of the city. I can still protect you all in the city. If you go out of the city, I won't be able to take care of you." A faint voice suddenly sounded in the ears of the elderly monk, which made him
The old monk was surprised and happy.
The voice is that of a man, obviously not a female cultivator from heaven. In this case, it is another cultivator. And the most important thing is that the evil cultivator has not discovered this person yet. What this means should not be too obvious.
So the old monk stopped for a moment and didn't say anything. He just put down the child in his hands and protected it behind him. Then like other ordinary people, he raised his head to watch the battle and prayed secretly.