Chapter 470: The Surge of Beasts

The grey-robed old man clenched his magical weapon tightly, his voice trembling: "Could the tragic plight of the seventy-second elder of the Blood Demon Sect be false?"

The one-eyed monk stared at him intently, his eye flashing with fear and vigilance: "That was a scene of blood flowing like a river, how could it be groundless!"

Lu Yao sighed lightly and said no more.

Walked towards Chu Jinghong.

"You, don't come over here!"

With every step he took, Chu Jinghong would retreat in fear and crawl. The blood drained from his face and cold sweat dripped down his forehead.

"Lu Yao, what are you going to do to our young master?!"

Ge Lao and others stepped forward to protect their master, looking alert and angry.

Chu Jinghong leaned his back against a towering ancient tree. In a panic, he summoned his spirit sword, but the tip of the sword couldn't stop trembling. "Lu Yao, our score has been settled. You destroyed my thousand-year-old Nine Netherworld Dragon and killed three elders of my Ten Thousand Beast Sect, and I haven't even come to terms with you!"

Lu Yao paused when he heard this, and a smile appeared on the corner of his lips. "Why, are you suffering from paranoia?"

Chu Jinghong swallowed.

Somewhat confused.

"You blocked my view of where the spiritual vein was going."

Lu Yao said slowly.

A faint golden sword energy condensed from the fingertips, drawing a winding path on the ground.

Ge Lao and others froze in place.

Chu Jinghong stared at the ice patterns on the ground, his pupils suddenly shrinking: "You, you have already discovered the flaw in the forbidden technique?!"

His sword hand trembled uncontrollably.

Suddenly I remembered how Lu Yao was strolling among the crowd just now, and I felt like a clown.

It turned out that from the very beginning, the other party didn't take him seriously.

"Tsk, how dare you think my master came all the way here to stop you?"

Xia Mengmeng folded her arms and glanced over, "I'm just dismantling a forbidden technique on the way."

Bai Ze took a nap in Su Qian's arms, making a low mocking sound in his throat.

Chu Jinghong was so shocked that his back teeth felt sore.

Chu Jinghong's face turned pale and blue, and he felt like he was being teased.

"So... So Pavilion Master Lu wants to help us break the forbidden technique?"

It's embarrassing.

I thought Lu Yao would start a killing spree.

There was complete silence all around, and the guarded expressions on everyone's faces froze, making them look as embarrassed as if they had been acupunctured.

The gray-robed old man trembled as he picked up the fallen earth-level magic weapon. His Adam's apple rolled for a while before he squeezed out a sentence: "Lu, Immortal Lu has unparalleled magical powers. I apologize for offending you just now..."

He hadn't finished speaking.

The one-eyed monk had already taken the initiative and clasped his fists: "They say rumors can't be trusted! Look at this forbidden method, Immortal Lu is clearly a great benefactor who came to save us!"

"you do not say!"

The earless gray-robed monk jingled his bronze bells and approached with a broad smile, "Just now, I felt that Immortal Lu had an extraordinary bearing and was determined to uphold justice! Once this forbidden technique is broken, we'll have a chance of entering the Sword Tomb!"

"Stop pretending! Who was it that called my master a devil just now?" Xia Mengmeng bared her teeth fiercely.

"That's it! A bunch of sycophants!"

Xiao Liu made faces at them, "You were hiding faster than a rabbit just now, and now you're trying to get close to me?"

The monks became even more embarrassed, their old faces flushed red.

The grey-robed old man coughed dryly twice and forced a smile to smooth things over: "Master Lu is very generous and won't bother with us!"

He secretly glanced at Lu Yao's back, fearing that this evil spirit would suddenly turn around.

Lu Yao acted as if he didn't hear anything.

He lowered his eyes and stared at the ice pattern on the ground which was becoming clearer and clearer. His slender fingertips brought up a trace of Gengjin sword energy as they passed over the runes.

"A formation?"

Lu Yao noticed that there were several layers of formations on the forbidden technique, and the corners of his mouth curled up slightly, "Interesting."

"What's wrong?" Su Qian came over.

Lu Yao's fingertips stroked the twisted runes in the ice pattern, and suddenly he chuckled: "It seems that someone doesn't want us to go to the sword tomb."

As soon as the words fell.

A faint sound of piano floated in from the depths of the dense forest. The melody was strange and eerie, and it drilled into everyone's eardrums like a poisonous snake spitting out its tongue.

"Where does the piano sound come from? It's so unpleasant."

Su Qian couldn't help but frown and complain.

At this level, it is a nuisance to the residents in the community.

As he spoke, Bai Ze suddenly jumped out of Su Qian's arms, his hair standing on end, and he let out a vigilant roar.

"What the hell is this?"

The one-eyed monk suddenly shouted at the top of his lungs, "A couple of scratches on my big toe with half its nail broken off is better than this!"

As soon as he finished speaking, there was a burst of laughter around him.

"you do not say!"

The earless gray-robed monk slapped his thigh in laughter. "This tune is so piercing that my teeth are ache. I'm afraid the elders of the Myriad Beast Sect are probably sawing wood with their zither strings!"

Su Qian nodded in agreement: "Indeed, if this piano music were played in the secular world, it would definitely disturb people."

"With this level of skill, you still dare to use it to control beasts? My whistle is more effective than this!"

Xiaoliu complained without hesitation.

"This... this is the beast-controlling song of the Myriad Beasts Sect!"

A monk heard it.

The words fell.

From afar came the roars of beasts, and the entire forest began to shake violently.

Chu Jinghong's originally pale face suddenly turned a sickly red.

He struggled to get up from the ground, his eyes gleaming with ecstasy: "It's the Great Elder! It must be the Great Elder!"

Ge Lao and others also shed tears.

"Someone from the Myriad Beast Sect is coming!"

They have not forgotten the ultimate purpose of entering the secret realm this time.

That is to encircle and suppress Lu Yao!

The fog in the forest suddenly surged, and countless scarlet animal eyes lit up in the fog.

The whole earth was shaking violently.

"What's going on? Is this an earthquake?" Xiaoliu was so light that he almost couldn't stand.

“It’s not an earthquake.”

Xia Mengmeng supported Xiaoliu, "It's the migration of monsters, and they are being forced!"

She hadn't finished her words.

A giant rhinoceros covered with sharp thorns rushed over, smashing through ancient trees. The iron chain on the end of its nose was still dripping with blood, and it was obvious that it had just been tamed.

"Ha ha ha ha!!"

Chu Jinghong staggered and held onto the tree trunk, laughing wildly, "Lu Yao! Today is the day you die! I want to watch you get torn to pieces by all sorts of beasts!"

The earth trembled under the trampling of the monster, and gravel rolled down the cliff.

"Oh? Really?"

Lu Yao, however, remained calm, raising his hands to protect Su Qian behind him. "Just relying on these beasts?"

One, two, three...

More and more monsters rushed out of the forest, and the dark herds of beasts flooded across the ground like a tide.

The dust kicked up by the armored rhinoceros' charge covered the sky, and a giant scarlet python spit out its tongue and entangled itself around the tree trunk...

"Are the people from the Myriad Beast Sect crazy?!"

The earless gray-robed monk cursed loudly, "All the monsters within a thousand miles have been summoned here. They're going to destroy this entire secret realm!"

"That's right!"

The one-eyed monk dodged a charging wolf in a panic, the talismans thrown out by his magical weapon distorted in panic. "These beasts are no match for Master Lu. We are the ones who are unlucky!"

The monks around were immediately in an uproar, with curses rising one after another.

"Chu Jinghong, you bastard! If I die, even as a ghost I will haunt you, the Myriad Beast Sect!"

Many monks cursed.

He greeted all the ancestors of the Wanshou Sect for eighteen generations.