Chapter 525: Mortals Are No More Than Chickens and Ducks
"The scholars of Bailu Academy have quite bad tempers."
A woman's voice came from the ruins.
There is a softness and charm in the voice.
Xiao Mochen looked over coldly and couldn't help but clench the Tianwen Collection in his hand.
The other person exuded an ominous aura from head to toe. He was wearing light clothes, with large areas of snow-white and delicate skin exposed. It was obvious at first glance that he was a disciple of the Demon Sect.
"sulfuric acid!"
The Lord of Black Eagle City picked up Lu Xiaoliu's sword, flew to the side of the woman, and asked in a deep voice: "Why did you come out?"
The woman smiled with her face covered, and the softness of her chest bounced: "They have come to the city lord's house to kill him. Do you think you can keep it a secret?"
"As expected of the gentlemen of Bailu Academy, you are indeed extraordinary." The woman placed her hands on her thighs that were exposed from her split skirt and bowed. "Master of Rouge Sect - Gu Yun, I am honored to meet you."
"The White Deer Academy heard that Black Eagle City was in trouble, so they specially sent us to help Black Eagle City fight against the Rouge Sect. But the leader of the Rouge Sect is in the City Lord's Mansion. Doesn't City Lord Fang have to explain anything?"
Wang Sheng asked coldly.
The other monks in Black Hawk City also looked at their city lord with very complicated expressions.
They couldn't believe that their city lord would actually collude with the Rouge Sect and try to refine the entire Black Hawk City!
"Hahaha!"
The Lord of Black Hawk City laughed.
“Since you have discovered me, I will not pretend anymore.
That’s right, I have colluded with the Rouge Sect. These days, I have been just acting!
I have been in the late Nascent Soul stage for too long and have been unable to enter the upper three realms, but the leader of the Rouge Sect found me.
If the blood of the entire city is sacrificed, and a few noble disciples of the White Deer Academy in the Nascent Soul stage are added to neutralize the resentment, and the entire Black Eagle City is used as a pill furnace, it can be refined into a Tianpo Pill! The Rouge Sect cooperates with me to refine two Tianpo Pills, one for me and one for the leader of the Rouge Sect. This is a win-win situation.
As for the fact that my son was in love with a woman from the Rouge Sect, it was all fake.
But my plan was discovered by that kid.
It's okay to know.
That kid actually tried to stop me! I beat him so badly that he is now in jail."
"You have won, but how could you bear to do this to the tens of thousands of people in this city? Your Fang family has been cultivating Black Hawk City for generations. How can you face the spirits of your Fang family ancestors in heaven if you behave like this today?"
Nan Wenmo tightly grasped the sword in his hand, his tone extremely angry! "How to face it? Hahahaha!"
Fang Ran laughed.
"I didn't expect that the little girl, as a cultivator in the Nascent Soul Realm, is still so naive! In this world, strength is everything! As long as I reach the Jade Pu Realm, I can easily build a city that is several times larger than Black Hawk City! What is this mere Black Hawk City? Besides.
Little girl, to us monks, these mortals are just like raised chickens and ducks.
It’s just that the benefits these mortals bring to me are much higher than those of chickens and ducks. The value they create is provided to me for my practice.
Now, I am short of money, so I have to sell all these chickens and ducks for money, that's all.
Besides, don’t worry about the people in Black Hawk City for now. You all will become my medicine.”
"Haha! Then you just give it a try!" Nan Wenmo's eyes focused and he slashed down with his sword.
The Confucian Haoran true energy and Nan Wenmo's sword energy merged together to form a giant sword.
"Humph! In Black Hawk City, your strength is not good enough, and you must have consumed a lot of your spiritual power in these days!"
Fang Ran said coldly.
It takes spiritual power to break a magic circle. The higher the level of the magic circle, the more spiritual power is consumed.
Although the Soul-Destroying Formation was not activated for some time.
But it's not a big problem. At most, it's just a big battle. They have consumed so much spiritual power. I am confident that I can kill them! Fang Ran is holding a palm-sized stone lion in his hand!
With the spell in hand, the Black Hawk City magic formation was activated.
A huge golden spirit lion flew out from the small stone lion.
“Roar!”
The golden lion roared, and Nan Wenmo's sword shadow was instantly shattered.
"Disciples of Black Hawk City, listen up! Kill the four men!" Fang Ran ordered, "Don't worry, you are all disciples of Black Hawk City. If you stand on my side, you will be the founding disciples of the Black Hawk Sect in the future!"
Many disciples of Black Hawk City were hesitant, but soon, most of them made their choice and stood on the side of the Lord of Black Hawk City.
People die for money and birds die for food.
Now that the city lord has the upper hand, if he doesn't stand on the city lord's side, he will die! The poisoned sleeve arrows that flew out from the sleeves of the disciples tore through the morning mist.
Lu Xiaoliu stood in front of the three people. The four words "Three Reflections on Myself" on his blue shirt suddenly glowed, and the cloth rolled up and wrapped up all the poisonous arrows.
"Go!" Lu Xiaoliu shook open his green shirt with his backhand, and when the poisonous arrow changed direction and shot back, the arrow body was already wrapped in a light ink color.
"You treat human life as worthless! You deserve to be killed!"
Xiao Mochen threw the Tianwen Collection upwards, and it floated in the air. Thirty-six "Zhu" characters flew out as the pages turned.
The golden characters were embedded in the ground to form a trap. Just as the two Black Hawk disciples were about to escape into the shadows, their feet were suddenly entangled by golden vines.
Wang Shenghan took out his own life-originated magic weapon, and ice crystals formed on the tip of his wolf-hair brush. He dipped his brush into the ink pool and emitted a cold light. He said, "Destroy!"
The ink characters turned into ice cones and pierced through the demon cultivator's chest.
Nan Wenmo was not someone who used a sword.
She is good at painting.
There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!
Nan Wenmo took out his natal magic weapon.
This is a painting called "Fishing on a Cold River".
In the painting, snow is falling and an old man wearing a bamboo hat is sitting by the river.
The scroll trembled violently and several koi fish flew out of it.
The Rouge Sect leader, Gu Yun, tapped the back of the koi in the painting with his toes, and the koi instantly shattered and turned into puddles of ink that fell from the sky.
"go."
The leader of the Rouge Sect stretched out her hands and wrapped two red silk ribbons around Nan Wenmo's wrists: "I will accept your painted soul."
The old man's fishing rod in the painting suddenly broke, and the entire painting began to fade.
"How dare you!"
Wang Shenghan threw the inkstone, and the ink condensed into the word "誠" in the air.
When Gu Yun's red silk touched the ink characters, green flames instantly ignited. The koi in the painting took the opportunity to jump out of the paper, and three water arrows shot out from its tail.
More than twenty Yanzhi Sect disciples no longer hid and rushed into the battlefield at the same time.
Nan Wenmo bit his fingertip and pressed a blood mark on the corner of the painting: "Wake up!"
Huge waves rose up in the cold river, sweeping the three approaching women from the Rouge Sect into the painting.
Fang Ran's black robe suddenly expanded like bat wings, and seven dark shadows pounced on Xiao Mochi from different directions.
Tianwen Collection automatically turned to the "Soldiers" chapter, and the shadows of the bamboo slips formed a shield formation, and sparks flew wherever the shadow claws passed.
Lu Xiaoliu's green shirt suddenly flew off his body, and the belt turned into a green snake and bit towards Fang Ran's throat, but was crushed to pieces by the Black Hawk City Lord's eagle claws.
Xiao Mochi and the other three stood back to back. Wang Shenghan's inkstone exploded into an ink lotus, drawing a barrier within a radius of ten feet.
Seven Black Hawk disciples suddenly emerged from the shadows of the ground, and the chain blades in their hands formed a knife net.
Eighteen black swallows flew out of Nan Wenmo's scroll, and their beaks pecked at the chain blades, making dense and crisp sounds.
Gu Yun's red silk suddenly split into hundreds of poisonous pythons, and the snakes' tongues spewed out pink poisonous mist.
Lu Xiaoliu tore off the hem of his blue shirt and threw it into the air. The remaining cloth unfolded into a "Be Careful and Alone" barrier. The poisonous mist touched the barrier and condensed into amber and fell.
Wang Shenghan took the opportunity to write the word "wind".
A hurricane suddenly arose, blowing the poisonous fog back towards the demon cultivators' camp.
Fang Ran clapped his hands on the ground, and the shadow on the ground turned into a giant eagle that soared into the sky.
Mo Chi's Tianwen Collection burst into golden light, and the seven-character mantra "A gentleman does not speak of strange things, supernatural powers, or the like" appeared between the pages.
The golden characters collided with the shadow eagle, emitting a dazzling light.
Nan Wenmo suddenly spread the scroll completely on the ground, and the inky river water flooded the battlefield.
As soon as Gu Yun's red silk touched the water, the old man's fishing hook in the painting suddenly pierced through the void and hooked her collarbone.
"Come into the painting!"
(End of this chapter)