There was a flash of blue light, and the nearby spiritual energy began to twist and gather together. A big green hand took shape out of thin air, transformed into a piece of light and shadow, and fished towards the ray of yellow light.
"Senior, please show mercy."
Inside the yellow light, the boy's horrified voice could be heard, but Lin Xuan's expression was as cold as ice. With a little effort, his big green hand had grabbed the yellow light in his hand.
Taking a breath, the green fantasy fire also flew back.
In the blink of an eye, the powerful crossbow flew into ashes and was annihilated. Lin Xuan's expression was extremely satisfied.
Even the old monster in the Nascent Soul stage is nothing more than this.
After putting the two people's storage bags into their pockets, Lin Xuan looked at the big hand made of spiritual power.
His expression was a little solemn.
In the palm of that big hand, the yellow light kept trembling, but unfortunately it could not break free. Lin Xuan could feel his fear and resentment.
This matter is a bit strange. As we all know, only old monsters at the Nascent Soul stage can separate their souls from the body. Ordinary monks, even at the Core Condensation stage, have absolutely no such ability.
Once the soul leaves the body, it will turn into nothingness and disappear from this world without a trace within a short time.
But this ray of yellow light is obviously the other party's soul, but it has not weakened him at all after so long.
Could it be that this guy actually cultivates some kind of magical power that enhances soul power?
Lin Xuan began to speculate in his mind.
But now he is in no mood to study anything.
With a flick of his sleeves, the small jade box slipped into the palm of his hand. Lin Xuan put the yellow light into it and pasted a forbidden talisman on the lid of the box.
There is no treasure in his hand that nourishes soul power. If the other party does not have special magical powers, just let him fend for himself.
Of course, if the other party's soul can always exist, then I will have another use.
After doing all this, Lin Xuan released his spiritual consciousness. There were no immortal cultivators within a radius of dozens of miles. He couldn't help but sigh. Although he was not a merciful person, no matter what, the Ma family always succeeded because of him.
It was a bit sad to have caused such misfortune.
Fortunately, the murderer has been killed, and the Ma family monks who died innocently and tragically can rest in peace under the Nine Fountains.
"Master, what should we do next? Should we continue to practice here?"
"Of course not." Lin Xuan shook his head: "Originally, this was my plan. The Demon Infant has not been formed for a long time, so I will stabilize it first, and then look for the spiritual fire that can refine the Tianchen Pill. But given the current situation,
Look, the plan had to change..."
"Why?" Yue'er's eyes flashed with confusion.
"Silly girl, do you even need to ask, how did the two Confucian cultivators find this place?" Lin Xuan said with a wry smile.
"How? You should have discovered the celestial phenomenon when the young master's demon baby was formed..." Yue'er said this, her expression froze, and she already understood what Lin Xuan was thinking.
"You see, since these two people can discover the celestial sign of a baby, then the same goes for everyone else. If they continue to stay here, trouble will surely follow." Lin Xuan sighed.
Yue'er nodded. The young master's words were right. It seemed it was time to leave.
Lin Xuan returned to the canyon, removed the formation in front of the cave, and tidied up other things. Then with a flick of his sleeves, large wind blades shot out, and with a loud rumble, less than half of the two cliffs collapsed.
After a while, all traces of his having been here were immediately obliterated.
Then Lin Xuan turned into a blue rainbow and walked away.
…
Lin Xuan's choice was not wrong. It didn't take long for the news to spread far away.
First, a strange sign appeared near Mount Huangqi, which attracted a large number of monks to visit. After all, this kind of natural phenomenon is very likely to involve some kind of strange treasure.
Suddenly, there was a turmoil, and nearby sects, families, and even some powerful casual cultivators were all ready to take action.
Naturally, nothing was found. The only gain was that the Ma family entrenched here disappeared.
Hundreds of monks inside the gate were slaughtered and no one survived. When the news spread, the entire Xuankong Island was shaken.
Although the Ma family is just a little shrimp, they are attached to the power of Mo Youmen after all. As the saying goes, it depends on the master when beating a dog. Doing this would not be like giving Mo Youmen a hard slap in the face.
The sect owner was furious, and an elder personally led a team to inquire about the root cause.
After peeling off the cocoon, clues surfaced, and all kinds of evidence pointed to another giant in the island's world of immortality.
Haoran Sect!
However, how could this sect admit their guilt? Instead, they accused Mo Youmen of killing their two masters at the alchemy stage.
The two sides were at loggerheads, and the smell of gunpowder became increasingly intense.
Suddenly, the Xuan Kong Wind was trembling, and all the major forces were speculating whether this incident would be the trigger for another round of war between the Demonic and Confucian sects.
Wise people cannot go out in seclusion, and many families and sects have also begun to restrict their disciples' outing activities, in order to shoot the first bird. At this time, it is best to be a coward.
Of course, there are also some forces who are secretly excited. Heroes emerge from troubled times, and as long as they plan well, there is no hope of winning from the fire.
The undercurrent is raging.
…
Wucang Mountain, Demon Pyrrhus Main Altar.
In a certain place with the most abundant spiritual energy, a white-robed Confucian scholar and a tall-haired old man were sitting cross-legged. Judging from the spiritual energy emitted, these two people were both Nascent Soul stage masters.
The white-robed Confucian scholar, nicknamed Master Moyou, is the leader of the sect. He possesses strange and cruel demonic skills, but in terms of temperament, he is often considered to be a member of the Confucian sect.
As for the old man Hefa, he was tall and strong, with demonic energy surging all over his body. At first glance, he looked like a ruthless demon giant.
"Senior brother, why should we swallow our anger? Although the Ma family is not worth mentioning, this incident will also hurt the face of Mo Youmen too much." The old man Hefa stared at his cross-eyed expression with a bad expression.
"Oh, what should I do as a junior brother to reignite the war with those mean-spirited scholars?"
"Why not? Are you still afraid of them?" the old man Hefa said unconvinced.
Seeing that the other party really planned to do this, Master Moyou couldn't help but feel stunned: "Junior brother, you think too simply, not to mention whether this matter is really the work of Haoran Sect, which still needs to be considered. Even if the evidence is conclusive, it is not appropriate for us to deal with it now.
They met each other at war."
"Why?"
"Junior brother, why have you forgotten the big thing we are planning?" Master Moyou turned his head and looked at the natal beasts on the shelf. Nine of them's eyes were already bright: "Now our plan has been mostly completed.
How can we be at odds with the Haoran Sect at this critical moment? Some patience is always needed."
"But..." The old man Hefa nodded, but his expression was still a bit unwilling.
"Junior brother, a little impatience leads to a big plan. After all, you have lived for six hundred years. Don't you still think this truth through? You can tolerate it for a while. As long as we wait for our plan to succeed, Haoran Sect is nothing, even if it is unified
Xuankong Island is just a matter of effort." The white-robed Confucian scholar said with a sinister smile.