Baima City is full of wastes waiting to be renovated.
Putting aside the happy and worried Fatty Huang for the moment, the self-destruction sound of the evil cultivators in the skeleton of Baima City was not only heard by Xie Zhengyang twenty miles away, but also the third batch of Piaoxiang Academy who were about to arrive at the outer gate of Baima City on horseback.
The disciples also heard it, and the wealthy gentry of Baima City, the common people, and the servants also heard it.
"Go to Baima City quickly." The expression of the boy in gray changed and he urged Xie Zhengyang.
Xie Zhengyang hesitated for a moment, then threw the Thousand Paper Crane from the long sleeves of his white robe. Two people and one wolf sat on the Thousand Paper Crane. Perhaps it was due to the overload, or maybe Xie Zhengyang did it deliberately.
The crane flew very slowly, and it took half an hour to reach the source of the explosion.
"It's so tragic."
The first thing Xie Zhengyang saw at first sight was a large pit with a radius of ten feet and a depth of more than ten meters. The pit was surrounded by tattered white robes, broken limbs, and collapsed houses. When Piaoxiang Academy set out, it was filled with hundreds of people.
Among the people's outer disciples, there were only a few dozen who survived by chance, all with serious or minor injuries.
Fortunately, most of the first and second batch of disciples from the outer sect of Piaoxiang Academy were "rich people", and they all carried spiritual stones and elixirs with them. They sat cross-legged, meditated, adjusted their breath, and performed exercises to heal their injuries.
"master."
The boy in gray clothes saw the Taoist priest in green robes whose green robes were dyed with blood. Tears burst out of his eyes. The boy in gray clothes hurriedly ran towards the Taoist priest in green robes. Xie Zhengyang hugged the boy in gray clothes and said seriously
: "Brother Li Dao is at a critical moment when he is doing exercises to heal his injuries. Please do not disturb him."
The boy in gray clothes gave up the idea of struggling. Xie Zhengyang put the boy in gray clothes down and said, "Don't walk around."
"I don't want you to worry about it." The boy in gray clothes walked beside the Taoist priest in green robes and sat down cross-legged.
Xie Zhengyang helplessly shrugged his shoulders, and then his eyes were attracted to a blood-red skull full of cracks in the pit. Judging from the evil aura emanating from the skull, Xie Zhengyang could tell at a glance that this was definitely the evil mind cultivator just now.
The evil weapon practiced.
Xie Zhengyang walked towards the huge pit and stood at the edge of the huge pit. He did not jump down rashly to pick up the cracked blood-red skull. Instead, he held his chin and thought carefully.
It seemed that no one paid attention to the hyena brought by the boy in gray. Tang Hui became interested in the Tai Chi Yin and Yang array not far away from the Taoist priest in green robes, which had lost its spiritual stone support. He looked around the Tai Chi Yin and Yang array.
He meticulously recorded it in his mind, and even used the wolf's front paws to draw a mini sketch on the ground. After confirming that everything was correct, he swept the ground with his tail to remove the traces.
Immediately, Tang Hui's eyes were attracted by the filthy magical artifacts scattered on the ground. Most of these magical artifacts remained intact, but were tainted with a lot of dark green evil aura.
Perhaps, out of wolf instinct, Tang Hui secretly picked one up in his wolf mouth when no one was paying attention, and chewed it in his mouth. The magical weapon was unexpectedly hard as iron, and almost broke Tang Hui's wolf teeth.
Immediately, Tang Hui walked around, selected some broken pieces of the magical artifact, took it into his mouth, chewed it a little, and although it was still a little hard, he finally bit it into pieces and swallowed it.
In Tang Hui's understanding, magic weapons, even broken pieces of magic weapons, more or less contain the magic power cultivated by cultivators. No matter how small a mosquito's legs are, they are still flesh after all. What's more, without accumulating small streams, there is no way to achieve success.
Jianghai.
The fragments of the magical weapon flowed into Tang Hui's stomach, and he was even thinking about whether this would cause indigestion, diarrhea, etc.
Immediately, the five-color spiritual energy traveling around Tang Hui's body seemed to have discovered some delicious food. It poured from his meridians into Tang Hui's stomach. It "clicked" like a colorful insect eating a leaf.
Swallowing the fragments of the magic weapon with a "click", in the blink of an eye, a small piece of the magic weapon fragment was eaten by the colorful "little insect", and this "little insect" grew slightly stronger.
There is drama.
Tang Hui's eyes lit up, and he immediately looked around for the fragments of the magical artifact and swallowed it with joy. The "little bug" in his stomach ate the fragments of the magical artifact tirelessly and crazily, and he was never picky about food, regardless of any of the five elements attributes.
All the magical instruments were eaten, becoming fatter and fatter, and getting stronger and stronger.
Soon, all the fragments of the magical artifact were looted by Tang Hui, who then came up with the idea of molding the contaminated magical artifact.
Xie Zhengyang finally came to his senses and murmured: "Could it be that this skull is the opportunity for foundation building that Master mentioned?"
In the end, Xie Zhengyang endured the temptation of a low-grade evil weapon and slowly walked down the ten-foot-wide pit. He tentatively threw a few purification charms on the cracked blood-red skull, but the skull did not react at all.
Xie Zhengyang became more courageous.
Tang Hui chose one of the bell magic weapons, which was the size of a fist. He was afraid of breaking the wolf's teeth, so he swallowed it in one gulp. This time, the colorful "bugs" dragged their fat bodies and wrapped themselves around the bell magic weapon.
Start chewing on the complete bell artifact.
"Who? Who took my magic weapon?"
Qin Chaoyang, who was practicing Qigong to heal his injuries, suddenly opened his eyes, glanced around, and finally locked on a hyena. The bell magic weapon was a top-grade magic weapon that belonged to Qin Chaoyang's spiritual sacrifice. Suddenly, he felt a creepy feeling.
The feeling caused him to wake up from his meditating state, and his first reaction was to pull out a fire charm from his long sleeves.
"A coyote?" Qin Chaoyang was a little confused, why did the coyote run into Baima City and didn't hit Tang Hui immediately with the fire talisman in his hand?
"It's my friend." The boy in gray blocked Qin Chaoyang's sight. The tears on his face were not yet dry. He held his mouth and said, "It's not a hyena, it's a descendant of Sirius."
"Descendant of Heavenly Wolf?" Qin Chaoyang had almost healed his wounds with his exercises. He sat up from the ground, looked at the coyote in front of him carefully, then sneered and said: "It's obviously a coyote, at most it's just a coyote.
It's just a first-level monster, I can deal with it with a fire talisman."
"Qin Chaoyang, please don't be presumptuous."
At this time, the green-robed Taoist priest slowly opened his eyes, and his eyes were shining brightly. It seemed that after the battle of life and death, his magic power had improved again, making it increasingly difficult for Qin Chaoyang to see through it.
"Ah." Suddenly, Qin Chaoyang let out a strange cry, his face twitched, and he instantly fell to the ground, rolling around.
The green-robed Taoist priest's face sank, and he pressed his right hand on Qin Chaoyang's struggling body, which was in pain. He placed his left hand on Qin Chaoyang's pulse, shook his head slightly, and then placed his left hand on Qin Chaoyang's Baihui point, transmitting spiritual power and stabilizing it.
Qin Chaoyang felt sudden severe pain.
"Could it be the backlash of the magical weapon?" The green-robed Taoist priest was also a little unsure, but it didn't seem like it. The mental damage caused by the magical weapon's backlash when the magical weapon shattered was just a momentary reaction. How could it continue to hurt?
The wailing continues.
Tang Hui was afraid of showing his flaws, so he didn't dare to touch other magic weapons. He ran to the boy in gray and waggled his tail as if it was none of his business.
Immediately, the surviving outer disciples of Piaoxiang Academy completed their healing exercises one by one. Although not all were intact as before, they at least had the minimum ability to protect themselves and move.
Xie Zhengyang, who was in the huge pit, secretly hid the cracked blood-red skull in a storage bag and jumped out like a normal person.
The green-robed Taoist priest raised a smile on his lips, but without breaking it, he said to Qin Chaoyang and Xie Zhengyang, who were gradually settling down: "The demon has been removed. The poor Taoist has been away from the mountain for some time. He is eager to return, so I will not escort you back to Piaoxiang."
It’s time to go to the academy and say goodbye.”
The green-robed Taoist priest did not wait for Qin Chaoyang and Xie Zhengyang's reply. He put the index finger and thumb of his right hand in front of his mouth and blew a loud whistle into the sky. A black spot hovered in the sky, gradually expanded, and then landed on the green-robed Taoist priest's body.
He turned to his side, slowly folding his wings and combing his feathers.
"Uncle Li, see you later." Qin Chaoyang smiled bitterly and said, this is to go out, but at the expense of his wife and soldiers, he almost lost his life.
The Taoist priest in green robe picked up the boy in gray and jumped onto the back of the blue-eyed goshawk. Tang Hui quickly jumped up and settled down safely. The green-eyed goshawk flapped its wings, rushed into the sky, and disappeared from everyone's sight.
Inside.
At this time, the third batch of disciples from the outer sect of Piaoxiang Academy had just arrived. Seeing the devastated Baima City and the huge crater with a radius of ten feet in front of them, they all gasped and felt a little bit lucky in their hearts. Fortunately, they arrived a little late.
.
Normally, when the division assigns tasks, you "rich people" get the first step, and we can only return empty-handed. But this time, everyone who arrived in the third batch felt balanced.
"Dear immortal masters, Huang will prepare some wine to help you catch the wind and wash away the dust."
Fatty Huang put on a fat face and said with a flattering smile: "The immortal masters have been tired from the journey. This time, we are slaying demons and saving the people of Baima City from the fire and water. Mr. Huang represents the number of Baima City."
Hundreds of thousands of people expressed their gratitude."
Qin Chaoyang looked at the fellow disciples around him. They either had old wounds that had not healed or were tired of traveling all the way. Although he did not value the worldly food and wine, he always needed a temporary place to stay and could not return to Piaoxiang in such an embarrassing state.
Academy.
In fact, he needed to explain carefully how to report to his master about the sacrifice of hundreds of brothers this time.
Qin Chaoyang nodded, "Lead the way."
The surrounding white-robed scholars stepped forward one after another to take back their own contaminated magic weapons. These magic weapons could only be used again if they were brought back to Piaoxiang Academy and asked for the magic power of the seniors to purify the evil magic power contained in them.
If you are lucky, the instrument can be restored to its previous appearance. If you are unlucky, if it is seriously contaminated, it will most likely drop a grade.
"Immortal masters, please come this way."
A smile spread across Fatty Huang's face, and he quickly walked to the front and began to lead the way. According to Fatty Huang's nature of never suffering a loss, this time he was willing to bleed to warmly entertain the immortal master, so naturally he had his own wishful thinking.
Fatty Huang was declaring and demonstrating to the other people of Baima City who had survived. From now on, there would be no bald city lord in Baima City. He, Fatty Huang, would be the next city lord of Baima City.
A broken ship also has three thousand nails.
Even though Baima City is now in ruins, in the hands of Fatty Huang, even if he scrapes the ground three feet, he still has to squeeze out oil and water.