The first thousand one hundred and twenty-one chapters
"grown ups!"
"Be careful, its threads are poisonous!"
The series of actions frightened other people near the cave, and they hurriedly moved away. At the same time, they said warily that the protruding threads of the spiritual object were poisonous.
Just now, a few brothers were caught. It is even more dangerous for adults to touch them with their hands.
"What do you have to fear from a mere beast!"
The surface of the main body of the Zhengang Sword blooms with mysterious light, and the palm of the hand is filled with sword energy. The extremely cold force that isolates the silk thread spreads. Quickly loosen the thread, and the mysterious power circulates in the body. After a few breaths, he breathes a slight sigh of relief.
.
Then, with his spiritual awareness, he looked at the spiritual creature that he had pulled out forcefully.
So big!
A snow-white spider with a radius of half a foot!
As I thought before, spiders are the only ones in Zhuxia who can spin out such silk threads. As for silkworms, it is difficult for them to do that.
Eight snow-like legs fell to the ground, carrying a large body. Wisps of different crystal clear lights flashed on the surface of the body, and the small head was raised, and the tentacles moved in response to it.
Perched on a boulder, low roaring sounds burst out from the Snow Spider's body, much like the sounds of wild beasts. Its eight legs moved instinctively, and it looked around vigilantly.
"Snow Spider!"
"It's indeed a spider!"
"..."
"It should be able to meet the above requirements."
"..."
Everyone was overjoyed. Although this snow spider was highly poisonous, in terms of its extreme coldness, it absolutely complied with the orders issued by the above.
The next step is to capture this snow spider and send it back to Xianyang. Their mission is completed.
"Seal the entrance to the cave."
The master of Zhengang Sword looked at the snow spider and said to the person next to him, since it came out, there is no need to think about going out.
"yes."
The next moment, pieces of slightly smaller stones gathered together and rushed into the cave. Within a few breaths, the entire cave entrance was filled up tightly.
"careful."
At that moment, the snow spider seemed to feel something, and a series of even more powerful roars burst out from its body. What's more, the entire body of Nuo Da turned into a stream of light and disappeared in an instant.
The spiritual sense of Zhengang Sword Master enveloped the surroundings, and everyone immediately whispered.
Phew! Phew!
Even so, it was still a small step too late, and another invisible white thread passed through the void, and its tyrannical force penetrated the two innate level snare members not far away.
The poison spreads, the vitality disappears, the mysterious light dims, and the sword in his hand falls to the ground.
Bang! Bang!
A dull sound arose, but the two of them fell to the ground.
"Damn beast."
The Zhengang Sword was raised, and a domineering sword energy fell from the air. The Snow Spider's quickly moving figure was sealed, and the Snow Spider's movement to leave was stopped.
Things have not been caught yet, so many people have been lost. Although Luo Sheng doesn't care, Sword Master Yu Zhengang feels that it is still a huge loss.
"Quickly search for things like bronze cauldrons and furnaces from the area where the Donghu people are located. I can only suppress them here for the time being."
At that moment, he glanced around again and issued an order.
The strength of this snow spider is not weak. It can easily attack and kill innate warriors, which shows that it is very good. It can also spit out silk threads as tough as fine iron, as well as huge poison.
Ordinary people would die immediately if they got involved.
The figure flashed and appeared next to the snow spider. The true sword flew out from his hand and landed on the snow spider's head. If he wanted to kill it directly, it would be difficult to find another spiritual creature.
The profound energy in the body was being consumed violently, as the snow spider was protruding threads one after another, hitting the surrounding sealing forces, causing the Zhengang Sword to crackle endlessly.
"Yes, sir."
"..."
Without daring to hesitate, several more people left in a hurry, several miles away from the nearest Donghu group.
"Bury them all."
From the corner of his eye, he glanced at the few people leaving to find where the Snow Spiders were being held. It was a pity for those members who were attacked and killed by the Snow Spiders.
"Yes, sir."
Immediately, not long after, the entire remote valley and ravine merged into the calm surface. The Zhengang Sword suppressed the snow spider, the extremely gloomy and cold air spread, and the surrounding void suddenly became filled with clouds and mist.
The silk thread is like iron, and when it hits the Zhengang sword, the sound of metal and stone comes out.
Everyone came forward, holding swords, and looked at the snow spider warily.
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"senior."
It was as vast as the sea and as spiritual as the sky. Yang Kuanwen felt as if two high mountains were quickly pressing over his head, making him breathless. The same was true for the junior brothers beside him.
After saying this, Yang Kuanwen looked at the thousand-year-old snow lotus in his hand, his expression strong and calm. How could this thousand-year snow lotus come to him? Could it be that he really had an order?
Could it be that there really is something about me that attracts Millennium Snow Lotus?
Could it be that there is something special about me that I didn't notice, but was sensed by the Millennium Snow Lotus?
Among all the people in the Xia Dynasty, who doesn’t feel that they are unique, growing up in the lineage of Confucian thought, and thinking that they are not inferior to anyone else, otherwise they would not be the vague leaders of the lineage of Confucian thought today.
Even if it weren't for Fu Nian's legacy from Meng Kezi's lineage, Fu Nian wouldn't be the head of Confucianism. As expected, his heart skipped a beat.
Although the thousand-year-old snow lotus flies in front of me, it is difficult to understand.
...The situation in front of us is even more difficult to handle.
"Hand it over."
Ye Lao looked at the Confucian people in front of him calmly. No matter what happened to the Millennium Snow Lotus, it had nothing to do with him, as long as the Millennium Snow Lotus still appeared within the scope that he could control.
Beside, the Mohist road pillow was wrapped in black clothes and silent.
"senior."
"I...I have no intention of prying eyes, it's just..."
Yang Kuanwen's expression was as calm as before, he spoke slowly, and his heart was extremely tangled.
"Hand it over!"
Ye Lao shouted in a deep voice, not wanting to hear what Yang Kuanwen said anymore.
Phew! Phew! Phew!
The gods merged with the heaven and the earth, and the realm became self-contained. The invisible vast pressure fell, and a heavy force fell on Yang Kuanwen's head. The junior disciples on the side who were slightly inferior in cultivation felt like they were hit hard.
If these people in front of him were not Confucian disciples, and they were all elite disciples, Ye Lao would not be polite to them.
Sensing something strange, Yang Kuan finally frowned.
Buzz! Buzz! Buzz!
After getting this snow lotus in his hands, he naturally doesn't want to give it away, but it seems that if he doesn't hand it over, everyone on their trip will have no chance of surviving.
In fact, the truth is not on the side of Confucianism.
But...if I really hand it over, I would feel extremely reluctant to let go.
At this moment, the thousand-year-old snow lotus held in both hands seemed to feel something. Suddenly, the whole body was illuminated by crystal white light, and the green lotus leaves fell off, and the white petals also fell off.
All of them flew out from the Millennium Snow Lotus as a whole and turned into streams of light, falling on Yang Kuanwen's body. In an instant, they disappeared and transformed into another form, remaining in Yang Kuanwen's body.
"court death!"
In an instant, the face of the old farmer suddenly changed, and he raised his hand and fell with a slap.
The other free hand waved, trying to take the thousand-year-old snow lotus in his hand.
"Confucianism, passed."
Wrapped in black clothes, Lu Zhenlang raised his hands, and the red mysterious light sank into the depths of the void. It was also an invisible and tyrannical force that enveloped the Confucian people, leaving them with no possibility of leaving.
Even so, it seems... it's still a step too late.
The thousand-year-old snow lotus held in Yang Kuanwen's hands turned into an even brighter stream of light, vaguely mixed with some golden light, all of which melted into Yang Kuanwen's body.
Withstanding the impact of the original power of the thousand-year-old snow lotus, the three-dimensional power of Yang Kuanwen's body was pulled into the depths of his mind, his eyes were confused, and a trace of mist flickered.
Buzz! Buzz! Buzz!
"The Master said: A gentleman has nothing to fight for, so he will shoot!"
"You bow and let go when you rise, and when you come down to drink, you are a gentleman in fighting. Why do you want to do this?"
There is righteousness in the void, coming from the east, floating in the sky and earth, facing the double-edged force that isolates the peasants and the Mohist road pillows, and a vast spring and autumn rhythm shines.
At that moment, on one side of the void, an old man in Confucian robes held a scroll of bamboo slips, looked at everyone with a smile, and when he raised his hand, a series of mighty forces penetrated into the body of the injured Confucian disciple.
Then he looked at Yang Kuanwen, who was now deeply involved in cultivation. With a few fingers, he protected his body avidly to isolate himself from external intrusions. As he stepped forward, he walked in front of the two Ye Lao people, and the incomparable etiquette fell into place.