Chapter 135 Humph, you are such a fool
Jia Luo gritted his teeth, used up his last bit of strength, gathered all the remaining spiritual power into a huge spiritual fist, and smashed it hard into the monster's chest.
With this punch, the monster's chest collapsed, and its body could no longer support itself. It turned into countless pieces and flew away in the wind.
As the monster disappeared, the surrounding darkness completely faded away, and the sun shone on the land again.
Jia Luo knelt on one knee tiredly, breathing heavily, her clothes soaked with sweat.
Wan Yan hurried over, holding Dahua, who had gradually recovered her vitality, with a face full of joy and admiration: "Jia Luo, are you okay?"
Jia Luo looked at the big flower in his arms and shook his head slightly.
At this time, Wen Lingyue also rushed over from the side, hugged Jialuo tightly into his arms, and asked tremblingly: "Lolo, how are you, are you okay?"
Jia Luo leaned in Wen Lingyue's arms and smiled: "Dad, I'm fine, I just need to take a rest!"
Wen Lingyue's eyes were red, and he nodded repeatedly: "It's okay, it's okay, I scared Dad just now."
He stroked Carlo's hair gently, his hands still trembling with tension.
Wan Yan walked forward and placed Dahua carefully on the ground. Dahua shook her body. Although her steps were still a little shaky, she still tried to walk to Jialuo's feet, rubbed her calves, and meowed.
Jia Luo held her in his arms, rubbed her head, and said softly, "Dahua, you are great!"
Dahua rubbed herself in Jialuo's arms and let out a comfortable humming sound from her throat.
Wan Yan looked at this scene with a relieved smile on his face: "If it weren't for Dahua this time, we would be in danger. This little guy is quite powerful now."
Jia Luo nodded, took out a pill from his bag and fed it into his mouth, whispering: "Dad, Fourth Brother, I'm going to take a rest! You guys should also eat something and take a rest!"
After saying that, she leaned on Wen Lingyue's arms and fell asleep. Wen Lingyue and Wan Yan took Jialuo and Dahua and walked a distance to the side. The two of them sat on the ground, took out some food from their backpacks, and started eating in silence.
After finishing his meal, Wen Lingyue looked up into the distance and suddenly asked, "Are you always in this danger?"
Wan Yan was stunned for a moment, then slowly said: "Not necessarily. This thing today was artificially nurtured, so it is more powerful. There are relatively few such things in nature!"
Wen Lingyue frowned, his eyes full of worry: "Artificial nourishment? Yunwu Mountain is usually peaceful, how could someone do this secretly? Is there any ulterior motive?"
Wan Yan looked solemn. He put down the bread in his hand and clapped his hands. "Uncle Wen, I also think this is strange. It is not the work of ordinary people to nurture such a powerful evil spirit. Maybe there is some secret force behind it. Although we are lucky to eliminate it this time, there is no guarantee that it will not have a backup plan."
On the other side, an old man suddenly opened his eyes the moment the monster disappeared, his cloudy eyes were full of cruelty: "Damn it, you actually destroyed the Bat King that I carefully nurtured!"
"Humph, a few ignorant brats dared to ruin my plans!" The old man was so angry that his beard trembled and his dry hands were clenched into fists, with his knuckles turning white.
He paced back and forth in the room, bringing waves of chills.
"I spent many years and countless lives to raise the Bat King. I wanted to use its power to control Yunwu Mountain and gain greater benefits. Now I have failed. I am really angry!"
The old man became angrier and angrier, with a fierce look in his eyes: "I will not be a human being if I don't take revenge!"
Having said that, he flashed and turned into a puff of black smoke, chasing in the direction where Jia Luo and the others left.
At this time, Jia Luo was still sleeping in Wen Lingyue's arms, and Wen Lingyue and Wan Yansi had no idea that danger was approaching.
Wan Yan was discussing with Wen Lingyue in a low voice: "Uncle Wen, when Luo Luo wakes up, let's discuss whether to continue going into the mountain or go down the mountain! The person behind this evil spirit can cause such a scene, so he will definitely not let it go. Besides, there may be other things in Yunwu Mountain."
Wen Lingyue nodded in agreement: "Well, ask Luo Luo when she wakes up. Hey, I can't help you..."
"Uncle Wen, don't say that. You are not a cultivator, and you shouldn't be involved in these things. But, Luo Luo..."
"Huh!" Wan Yan made a surprised sound when he looked at Jia Luo in Wen Lingyue's arms.
Wen Lingyue also looked at Jia Luo in his arms and asked in confusion: "What's wrong?"
"Jia Luo's skills seem to have improved to a higher level."
Wan Yan frowned slightly, his eyes full of surprise. He gently stretched out his hand and placed it on Jia Luo's wrist, and then said: "Just in the fierce battle with the evil spirit, the spiritual power fluctuations in her body became more powerful and condensed. Such rapid growth under such opportunities is really rare."
Just when Wen Lingyue wanted to say something, a cold wind blew and the temperature around him dropped sharply.
Wan Yan was alerted instantly, stood up, drew his sword and looked around: "Who is it? Come out!"
The old man appeared on the treetop not far away, looked at them coldly, and said in a hoarse and low voice: "It was you guys who killed my Bat King?"
Wen Lingyue hugged Jialuo tightly, stood up slowly, and stared at the old man vigilantly: "It's you. You are the one who nurtured this evil thing. Humph, once this thing is born, it will bring disaster to the world. People like you should be killed by everyone!"
This old man was none other than the woodcutter who had blocked their way up the mountain.
The old man laughed out loud when he heard this: "Hahaha, what a big tone! Do you know what the price will be if you ruin my plan?"
The laughter stopped abruptly, his eyes suddenly became fierce, and he quickly formed seals with his hands. A strong black mist gathered in his palms and instantly turned into a group of blood-red bats, rushing towards Wen Lingyue.
Upon seeing this, Wan Yan took out a broken peach wood sword, and a ray of spiritual power flashed, chopping off most of the bats flying towards him.
But there were so many bats, and they kept coming, and he gradually became overwhelmed.
Wen Lingyue was extremely anxious. He held Jialuo and kept moving backwards to prevent Jialuo from getting hurt. Dahua also dragged her weak body to protect them.
However, the old man's attack did not stop. He took advantage of the gap, flashed in front of Wen Lingyue in an instant, and grabbed Jia Luo with his dry palm like an eagle's claw.
Wen Lingyue was unable to dodge and could only lean sideways and use his shoulder to withstand the blow. He groaned and took a few steps back, blood oozing from the corner of his mouth, but he still held Jialuo tightly in his arms.
Seeing this, Wan Yan roared, and the spiritual power in his body surged wildly. He rushed towards the old man without caring about his own safety, and the broken sword in his hand stabbed the old man's back with an unstoppable momentum.
The old man sensed the danger behind him and dodged to the side, avoiding the fatal blow, but Wan Yan's sword still cut through his clothes, leaving a trail of blood.
"Hmph, you ignorant kid!" The old man was so angry that he slapped out a black palm print with his backhand, hitting Wan Yan's chest directly.
Wan Yan was unable to dodge and was hit by the palm print. He flew out like a kite with a broken string and fell heavily to the ground. A mouthful of blood spurted out, staining the ground in front of him red.
Wen Lingyue was extremely anxious. Looking at the injured Wan Yan and the still sleeping Jia Luo, his eyes were full of despair.
He held Jia Luo tightly and retreated step by step. However, there was black mist all around and blood bats kept circling. There was no way to escape.
Just as the old man was about to attack again, Jia Luo suddenly opened his eyes.