The middle-aged witch cultivator's face was as black as iron with anger. Seeing that Xin Yue was guarding the south and did not press any further, the Taoist nun flew closer from the east and formed a vague encirclement with the four people far away on the ground. The ice-cold demonic power is dissolved.
Slowly retreating, he knew that the fox demon was capable of interfering with his escape speed.
Otherwise, with just these few Taoist monks, why should he be afraid?
Even if he was worried that the Taoist monk's help was coming, and tried to kill one or two before leaving, what could the Taoist monk who was seriously injured do to him?
"Xinyue, don't you fox demons like to 'do business'? If you have any requirements, tell me!"
The middle-aged witch cultivator suppressed his anger and stared at the fox girl in the sky.
Xin Yue put the silver wristband on Bai Nen's left hand, smiled like a fox who had taken advantage, and said: "Quan Ming, you said this yourself, don't count me adding insult to injury, let me think about it..."
Looking at Zhang Wenfeng who was still retreating, he said softly: "Guanzhu Zhang, I invite you to go to the Broken Moon Demon Forest and do us a favor. What do you think?"
These days, she has been running around and going to other places, but she cannot find the right person to resolve the crisis.
In desperation, she ran to the Great Liang Kingdom in the west and asked an expert to help her deduce it.
So she found him again. She had the ability to confuse people with illusions. She didn't need to break into the fairy temple formation and just confuse an apprentice who was guarding the archway. She then roughly knew the whereabouts of Zhang Guanzhu. She came all the way to find him, and it was a coincidence that he met him.
The grievances between human races originally had nothing to do with her, but that didn't stop her from taking advantage of it.
When the middle-aged witch cultivator heard this, his eyes narrowed, he silently recited a spell and waited calmly.
Knowing that he was being used as a bargaining chip in the deal with the Taoist cultivator as a fox demon, if he didn't try to escape, he would not be able to get any benefits today.
Zhang Wenfeng glanced at the middle-aged man and said with a smile: "Fellow Taoist Xinyue is serious. If I ask you to take action and work together to kill the shaman cultivator, you will definitely not refuse..." He said this deliberately.
Before he finished speaking, the middle-aged witch cultivator flew up and pounced on the corpse more than fifty feet away. His speed exploded three minutes faster than before, leaving a string of afterimages in the air.
Xin Yue and Yun Qiuhe shouted almost at the same time: "Stop him quickly!"
"Don't let him get the body."
One seemed to be remembering something, while the other was pretending. The two sped up at the same time and flew from two directions. Xin Yue muttered something and took the silver ring into her hand.
Fu Gujing waved his hand and scattered a handful of yellow dust in his hand, which turned into a mist of yellow mist and shrouded the corpse more than ten feet away.
Zhang Wenfeng ran towards him with his sword, trying to stop him.
The middle-aged witch cultivator waved his sleeves, and he was still seven or eight feet away, and he took the corpse into his hands first.
A blue cold wind swept the snow foam and rushed towards Zhang Wenfeng who was rushing at the front, blowing the yellow dust in the air to a standstill.
Zhang Wenfeng moved his sword like a huge millstone, and only heard a dense "ding-dong" sound. The snow foam and cold wind were mixed with countless witchcraft needles. He smashed them with his sword. His feet couldn't stop sliding back a few steps, and his body was radiant. Flickering, there were sparse needles that slipped through the net, and they hit him from the side and collapsed.
Fu Gujing caught up and drew his sword to share some of the pressure.
The middle-aged witch cultivator laughed loudly and said: "Xin Yue, what happened today will definitely be rewarded generously in the future!"
He had already touched a witchcraft in the arms of the short witch cultivator.
This idiot was so stupid that he risked his life here without even having a chance to use a witchcraft, which was an advantage for him.
I also feel relieved that even if I go back to face punishment, my guilt will be alleviated a little.
He quickly retreated to the north. He quickly put the witchcraft into his sleeve pocket, grabbed the body, and silently recited the witchcraft spell. At the critical moment, he could throw it towards Xin Yue who was chasing from the south, and use the witchcraft corpse explosion to block the greedy man.
The insidious fox, he was a little afraid of the silver ring in the fox demon's hand.
Those little guys who were entangled by his sleeves of witchcraft were not taken into consideration by him.
I just don’t want to spend time and effort killing them.
The mission has failed, and the top priority is to escape quickly.
Xin Yue, who was in the air, was quite afraid of the body held in the hands of the middle-aged witch cultivator. It was a useless thing, and she couldn't use much strength, so she still didn't throw out the silver ring in her hand.
It was just the tone of the middle-aged witch cultivator that made her a little angry. She didn't mind stepping on the witch cultivator when he was in trouble.
The middle-aged witch cultivator focused most of his attention on Xin Yue in the air. Suddenly, two dark red and black vines as thick as copper coins jumped out from the back and collar of the corpse. He dodged and wrapped around his neck.
A blow, but he couldn't dodge the bundle wrapped around his waist behind another vine.
The transformed elbows and armpits were hard to guard against, tightly binding him to the shriveled corpse of the short shaman cultivator.
The vines had sharp hooks and sharp thorns, which bit into the robe, fastened the skin and flesh, and tied them tightly.
He subconsciously encouraged his witchcraft to struggle, and it couldn't break in a moment.
The middle-aged witch cultivator, whose expression changed greatly, roared, and a faint blue light cut into the vines like a sharp knife. However, it was too late. The vines followed Zhang Wenfeng, who was flying towards him, and quickly wrapped around him. The first vine that failed swung.
He was tied up diagonally from his armpits and penetrated in various ways.
With only a few breaths, two vines tied the hands and feet of the middle-aged witch cultivator behind his back, and tied the body of the short shaman cultivator like a ball.
You have me I have you.
The two masters of witchcraft have probably never been so close in their lives.
The ambiguous posture made the middle-aged shaman cultivator uncomfortable, embarrassed and angry.
"It's thorn-barbed wire vine!"
Xin Yue, who was chasing her from the air, suddenly stopped. Such a weird entanglement technique made her feel fearful.
She could tell that it was the Taoist priest named Zhang Wenfeng who was causing trouble, but she couldn't think of any secret entanglement method that could be used suddenly to hide it from the perception of a second-level witch cultivator?
How can one cast the entanglement spell in this icy and snowy place? It is better to use the thorn hook, wire, and vine spirit plant as a medium.
Yun Qiuhe stopped flying at the right time, about twenty feet away from Xinyue.
Zhang Guanzhu did not disappoint her. She guessed it was the kick that was done when the body was kicked over?
She kept a close eye on the demon fox that trespassed on the Taoist territory, and was secretly on guard. She heard that it was because of this fox named Xin Yue that there was a big fuss last time, and Jiang Ting was suspended from his job because of it. She had already sent a yellow talisman summons to the patrolman.
, hope it can come sooner.
As for Xin Yue's sneak attack on the middle-aged witch cultivator, Yun Qiuhe would not appreciate it.
Even without Xin Yue's participation, the middle-aged monk would be deceived sooner or later. As long as it is properly arranged, Guanzhu Zhang's secret technique will become even more unpredictable and impossible to guard against.
An irregular sphere tied with dark red vines fell and rolled on the snow.
There is black and faint blue light mist, corroding the thorn wire vines, making a "squeaking" sound.
Zhang Wenfeng had already arrived, and his sword was as bright as a blooming flower. The wind and snow could not conceal his murderous intention. It pierced into the middle of the vines with a "squeak" sound, and the sword edge penetrated the chest of the middle-aged witch cultivator who was bound and struggling desperately.
He struck decisively and decisively, so ruthlessly that he didn't leave any room for the middle-aged witch cultivator to use any means.
A twisted and suppressed scream came from the vines.
"Let me come, I'll come!"
Fu Gujing followed and arrived. He held the extremely sharp wrist blade in his right hand to prevent Brother Zhang from making a circle by himself. He aimed the knife and inserted it into the Wu Xiu's crooked neck with a "pop" without pulling out the knife.
This wrist blade was specially painted with soul-soothing runes by masters from the same sect.
In order to deal with the witch cultivator, he took great pains and hated him deeply, so he used such cruel methods.
The yellow mist floated above, blocking the falling snowflakes.
Chen Qingqiao, who had lost his junior brother, and Zhu He, who had lost his brother and companion for more than ten years, vented their hatred on the master shaman cultivator who only had a way to vent his energy and not much inhalation.
When dealing with witch cultivators, especially second-level masters, don't think about catching them alive.
Kill it as quickly as possible, otherwise you will pay the price in blood.
Unless they are crushed by strength, they can be completely imprisoned by means.
The two of them drew their swords one after another and backed away with a tacit understanding. Each felt comfortable in their hearts, the pleasure of avenging their fellow sect members and the benefits of having achieved great success.
This battle was a thrilling comeback, and they made huge profits.
Zhang Wenfeng did not appreciate the scene of Fu Gujing using the dark copper bell magic weapon to extract the living soul. He looked at the charming woman in the south who frowned slightly and said: "Fellow Taoist Xinyue, I'm sorry, I have official duties and can't go with you to break the soul."
Yue Senlin, please ask someone else to help you! Thank you for your help in advance!"
As he spoke, he cupped his fists, gave a slight salute, and thanked you verbally, showing sincerity.
As his cultivation level improved to the perfection of Huaqi Realm, he mastered the sword-sharpening technique, and he also had the seeds of the thorn hook and wire vine in hand.
Plus the achievement blessing of freshly killing a second-level shaman cultivator with magical powers.
Now he can face Xinyue, a beautiful fox, and speak calmly.
No need to pretend, confidence comes naturally.
He could detect Xin Yue's guard against him, and he used his spiritual consciousness to communicate with the peach wood flying sword contained in the bottle of defense in the black cloth bag, and he could launch a thunderous strike at any time.
As for trump cards, of course the more the better!
His magical powers are temporarily unavailable, and he still has swords and flying swords.