Chapter 278 I am a true fairy of mountains and seas
Under the protection of Zhao Tianyang, Xie Miaoer ran away.
As the "remnants" of the mountains, seas, and caves, they are now like rats crossing the street, and everyone calls for beatings.
The soul that Zhao Tianyang transformed into from the crazy demon Buddha, as a poisonous thorn, pierced into the consciousness of the immortals of the mountains and seas.
This certainly greatly reduced his cultivation level.
He lost his strength comparable to the real God of God.
But invisibly, it solved his 'trouble', and at least he became a lot more 'normal'.
It's just that maybe he suffered too many 'blows' and now he looks a bit stupid.
The only thing I remember very much is to follow Xie Miaoer, take good care of her, and protect her.
As they get closer and closer to the town where the True Immortals of the Mountains and Seas are rumored to have haunted, the cultivators who were originally chasing them have become sparse, no longer as before, like a surging tide.
When they finally arrived in front of the town, the practitioners who had been following them had completely disappeared.
It seemed like I was really scared.
"Is the Patriarch of Shanhai...really here?" Xie Miaoer's mentality was complicated.
Zhao Tianyang is stupid. He has no cultivation, but his IQ is low and he can no longer think about the problem.
But Xie Miaoer still remembers the feeling when she was grabbed by the throat by the True Immortal of Shanhai.
That made her feel fearful and resistant.
If she could, she didn't want to come to the True Immortal of Mountains and Seas.
But...so many brothers, sisters, teachers, and juniors from the same sect are now hiding in Tibet and suffering torture. Many others have been captured by other training sects and turned into workers for cultivation.
The target and the cauldron are miserable.
If we can really find the True Immortal of the Mountains and Seas to take charge of the overall situation, then everything will be reversed.
"Let's go in!" Xie Miao'er greeted Zhao Tianyang, and then walked into the town first.
The town is very quiet.
There was no sign of a living person.
It seemed like the place had been evacuated overnight.
There are still many traces of people's lives that have not disappeared and been sorted out.
It's like there is a tyrannical force that forcibly interferes with time.
In addition to erasing the living people who had existed here, everything was frozen in a certain moment.
The only sound that could be heard was the tinkling sound of iron.
The monotonous sound echoed in the empty streets and passed through the open houses, making the place seem more and more dead.
Following the sound of blacksmithing, the two of them walked in a hurry.
When we reached the end of the road, we saw a blacksmith shop and a nearby tavern.
Two equally dilapidated, short buildings, in this small empty town, are like two huge buildings, standing tall and tall against each other... at war with each other.
The two of them first looked at the relatively open tavern. Standing outside, they could clearly see that there seemed to be customers in the tavern.
It’s just that there is no shopkeeper or boss.
An old man with a beard was drinking. The wine in his hand was as red as blood, and from time to time there were human faces, struggling and roaring in his glass.
But the old man's eyes were staring into the distance, as if they were out of focus.
He turned a deaf ear to the roars in the wine glass.
He directly picked up the wine glass and drank deeply.
Hearing the brutal roars and struggles, they went down the old man's throat and gradually disappeared into his abdomen.
Xie Miaoer's eyelids trembled.
He recognized this old man, who was the Yuan Shen Zhenren Gu Xingzi from Yuyadongtian.
An old guy who has lived for more than three thousand years, has vicious methods, and uses the soul of a monk to refine the soul-transforming sail. When the flag is spread out, it can cover thousands of miles. Anyone caught in the blood mist shrouded by it will dissolve in an instant.
Make pus and blood.
He also likes to use the living souls of living people to make wine. According to him...every sip can taste the soul and experience the ups and downs of the human world.
He is a human demon living in the human world, and his ferocious reputation shocks the entire Dongqi world.
During these days, among the monks who were chasing after the disciples of Shanhaidongtian and taking advantage of this opportunity to go on a killing spree, he was especially the most aggressive and excessive.
Beside, there is a scholar holding a jade Xiao in his hand.
This person's name is Yuyinzi, who was once a Yuanshen monk in Xuanle Dongtian. After Xuanle Dongtian was destroyed, in order to join Yunkongtian, he personally cut off the head of his master Huanle Zhenren and gave it to Yunkongtian. He has been with Yunkongtian.
Master Huanle has a grudge against Master Baiyun.
Near some tables, there were scattered people sitting, all of whom seemed to have some background... None of them had a cultivation level that looked lower than their Yuan Shen.
Most of them are well-known vicious and ruthless people, not kind.
These people did not talk to each other or make eye contact, as if they really did not know each other.
It's just that the momentum of mutual resistance, hatred, and defensiveness is inexplicably bonded together, confronting, and testing someone in the blacksmith shop next to them.
Ding ding ding!
The sound of blacksmithing is still crisp and clear.
Xie Miaoer supported Zhao Tianyang, and the two of them were covered in blood and walked over in embarrassment, but they didn't seem to attract anyone's attention, as if their current appearance was really ordinary and nothing special.
Xie Miao'er looked at the blacksmith wielding a heavy hammer and wanted to combine this man with the true immortal of mountains and seas in his impression.
But... there are no similarities.
Both appearance and temperament are completely different.
The true immortals of the mountains and seas in the past looked just like that day, so lofty and unfathomable.
Like the earth, it is thick and deeply hidden.
And the blacksmith in front of me... He really looks like an ordinary person. He doesn't have any training foundation and can see through it at a glance.
However, if in this special atmosphere, there is another person who may be the true immortal of mountains and seas... then it must be this blacksmith.
"Grandmaster!" Xie Miaoer shouted cautiously. There were too many complexities in her heart, but she would never say them out loud.
So when it came to my mouth, it all turned into such an understatement.
The blacksmith didn't look at her.
It seems that the piece of iron being struck in the hand has endless charm.
Glancing at Zhao Tianyang beside him, Xie Miaoer whispered: "Why don't you go help quickly?"
Having said that, it actually means something else.
This is a good opportunity to test your attitude.
Zhao Tianyang stupidly broke into the blacksmith shop, looked around, and at Xie Miaoer's suggestion, he seemed to be lifting a basket of charcoal and throwing it into the furnace.
Pfft... The movement range was too large, the wound on the leg burst open, and several black blood arrows shot out.
The blacksmith raised his eyelids and looked at it, and then said to Zhao Tianyang casually: "With your physical condition, ordinary wounds will have healed by themselves long ago. The reason why they have not healed is that there is something in your body that hinders the body's ability to repair itself.
toxin."
"Bear it!"
After saying that, with a casual move, a short knife flew out from the corner and landed in the blacksmith's palm.
The blacksmith put the knife on the fire and roasted it until it turned red. Without picking any place, he directly cut the trousers on Zhao Tianyang's thigh, and then stabbed the knife into his thigh.
"Ah...!" Zhao Tianyang let out a scream.
Although I was stupid...but I didn't know the pain.
"Don't just scream, use your skills... let your body move, completely activate and mobilize the toxins. This kind of poison likes heat, and prefers to eat away at high-quality skills... I will use my skills to trap you in your body now."
poison, and then pull it out for you..." the blacksmith said.
After a period of extraordinary treatment, Zhao Tianyang's face turned pale, almost whiter than paper.
The largest pool of poisonous blood on the ground exuded a foul smell, and there were several pieces of poisonous flesh that were as long as chopsticks and as thick as fingers. These poisonous flesh seemed to have vitality, crawling on the ground like poisonous insects.
The blacksmith picked them up with fire shears and threw them all into the furnace.
It's strange... an ordinary forging furnace, with a furnace temperature of only a few hundred to a thousand degrees, can easily burn out toxins that are considered extremely poisonous in the world of spiritual practice.
Looking at Zhao Tianyang's legs, the problem is no longer serious. With Zhao Tianyang's physical fitness, it won't take long... to recover most of it. The remaining damaged vitality needs to be replenished through rest and practice.
"It seems you are really dying!"
"It's just a minor injury, but it's so troublesome." In the tavern looking across the window, a Yuanshen Daoist named Kuzhu Zhenren said.
The rest of the people still didn't speak, as if they still didn't exist.
Lin Xi ignored him and said to Zhao Tianyang: "You have become stupid, but your physical fitness is not bad. After your injury... you should do some exercise."
After saying that, he put the iron bar in his hand, which he could barely call a sword, into the cold water.
There was a puff and thick white smoke came out.
He casually wrapped the hilt of the sword with a strip of cloth, and then handed the sword into Zhao Tianyang's hand.
"Go! Teach him how to speak." The blacksmith ordered Zhao Tianyang.
Zhao Tianyang was still a little stunned.
Xie Miao'er, who had already walked into the blacksmith shop, pushed Zhao Tianyang and whispered a few words in his ear.
Everyone heard what she said.
In front of a group of real Yuanshen, the real Yuan voice transmission is not reliable and may be eavesdropped, not to mention... it's just a whisper?
Zhao Tianyang had a blank look on his face, holding a rough iron bar that could barely be called a sword in his hand, and walked step by step towards the real person Kuzhu.
Master Kuzhu had a sneer on his face.
If the blacksmith had done it himself, he would have become nervous.
But...such a little thing?
He wasn't even interested in doing anything.
But the next moment, his smile... couldn't continue to spread and expand.
Because his forehead and his soul had been pierced by a sword at the same time.
"when?"
"How is that possible?" All the Yuanshen Daoists were surprised.
This little monk, who looked like he was only at the Golden Core stage at most, was not very smart... How did he strike out with this sword before everyone could react?
Moreover, with his ability, how could he break through the defense of Master Kuzhu?
Not to mention the magic weapon that Master Kuzhu carries with him, which has a spontaneous defensive effect when encountering danger. Just the physical body that Master Kuzhu has painstakingly polished for more than a thousand years... Nor should he be a golden elixir monk who just randomly picks up a broken weapon.
An iron piece can pierce it.
"Did...he did it?" Everyone looked at the blacksmith, feeling even more unfathomable, and a chill rushed from the soles of their feet to their foreheads.