Chapter 402: Encounter in Fuzhou
Lu Wensheng said: "The only way now is to find the demon boy and kill him. I really don't understand why the Third Palace Master restricts us to only attacking those at the same level. How can such a big thing be delayed?"
Lu Cangsheng said, "That's the demon boy! Behind him are both Du'e Temple and the Demon Country. If they were in the same realm and killed the demon boy, it means he was inferior to the other. If the Great Immortal dares to take action, the Du'e Temple and the Demon Country will send out the Chao Ran to kill you, the Great Immortal, or even wipe out your entire clan."
"Rules are made by the strong."
"The fact that the strong can abide by the rules is the greatest fairness to the weak."
Qin Qian smiled with bright eyes and white teeth, "Big Brother, I told you that you were wrong! The life-and-death battle between Li Weiyi and Xie Chucai involves the rise and fall of the world, the lives of countless women and children, and even the survival of the human race. How could it be a battle of arrogance?"
A Lei Xiao Sect disciple said with great admiration: "I have to say, Li Weiyi is indeed a character, he has the spirit of a young hero."
Lu Cangsheng said calmly: "Martial arts practice is not about who is more courageous, more heroic, or more daring to fight, but about who can survive to the end. Under the land of Lingxiao habitat, how many young heroes have turned into bones in the tomb before achieving immortality?"
"That's right. Li Weiyi fought so hard, but he was hunted by the imperial court last night. He might have died in some prison. So, don't meddle in other people's business. Your own life is more important than anything else." Lu Wensheng said.
After leaving Nanyan Pass, the group of Leixiao Sect disciples rushed eastward, leaving behind a trail of dust.
Li Weiyi watched them leave and thought to himself, "It's a good thing to escape from Lingxiao City as soon as possible. Maybe it's time to go back to Lizhou, go to Jiuli Hidden Gate, and ask Hidden Twenty-four to make a delicious meal. Or go to Jiuli City to visit Fourth Uncle. Or go to Jiuli Temple and find Senior Sister Cai and Gao Huan to talk about their experiences over the past two or three years."
He walked on the Fuzhou Plain, heading south.
With Li Weiyi's cultivation, if he traveled at full speed, he could have crossed the entire prefecture in one day. But after walking for four days, regardless of day or night, he only traveled less than a thousand miles.
It’s really walking.
It seemed as if there were countless chains pulling at him from behind, trying to drag him back to Lingxiao City, and he couldn't walk fast at all.
In the evening, dusk fell.
Li Weiyi climbed up a low ridge a hundred meters high and looked up.
On the plain, there was a vast expanse of white. The densely packed graves and tombstones were half-covered by ice and snow, giving an eerie feeling amid the desolation.
A dozen miles away is a large market town with stone walls and watchtowers, and some scattered villages around it.
Smoke rises up, and the light of lights can be seen faintly.
Li Weiyi didn't want to travel any further. Not only was he starving, but he hadn't changed his clothes for several days. He was extremely tired and sweaty, so he planned to spend the night in the market town ahead.
Take a hot bath and have a delicious meal.
Walk into the village.
It was silent inside, the doors and windows were broken, and there was not a single living person.
Li Weiyi walked quickly and moved quickly, heading directly towards the large market town.
The protective formation outside the town had been broken. He jumped over the stone wall and landed silently in the town. Along the way, he saw a lot of bloodstains and a few patrolling evil cult warriors.
Smelling the aroma of firewood and meat from the cooking smoke, Li Weiyi came to the square in the south of the town.
Looking towards the square.
All the people in the town and surrounding villages were driven here.
Most of the young men died in the battle, and their bodies were fed to the strange beasts, who ate them one by one. The remaining ones were refined into blood curse cult members.
The old man was chopped up and put into bags. A cult rice man said that he would take it back to make rice fertilizer.
What made Li Weiyi even more furious was the small figures being roasted over the fire and on the chopping board of the wood stove. The anger in their hearts seemed to set them on fire.
"boom!"
The magical energy in his body burst out and enveloped the entire town.
"You are simply seeking death!"
Li Weiyi summoned the Yellow Dragon Sword, strode towards the square, and slashed with the sword, cutting the three evil cult martial artists who had no time to react into two pieces, sending them flying dozens of feet away.
It is almost no secret that the main temple of the Rice Cult is located underground in Fuzhou.
Various human forces are active on the Fuzhou Plain, searching for the entrance to the main altar.
As a result, the Rice Cult began to create killings and chaos all over the Fuzhou Plain in order to tie down the human masters and make them too busy to cope with the situation.
The one responsible for today's massacre is a Daozhong realm martial artist wearing a yellow monk's robe.
He was a deformed human, five meters tall, with a human body and head, and his upper body was covered with thick gray hair. He raised a meter-long heavy sword with the Hundred Character Weapon Mark in it and swung it at Li Weiyi.
Li Weiyi rushed out like a cannonball and smashed the heavy sword with the Hundred Character Weapon into pieces with one punch.
In the horrified eyes of the monk-robed martial artist, Li Weiyi swung his arm and broke his neck. The huge head flew out and rolled on the ground like a small water tank, and the blood dyed the ground red.
There was a sound of killing in the market town.
These evil martial artists initially wanted to form a battle formation to fight against Li Weiyi, but after being defeated by him, they immediately dispersed and fled in all directions.
Unfortunately, he could not escape Li Weiyi's external manifestation of Taoism.
After beheading the last evil martial artist, Li Weiyi returned to the market town and came to the square illuminated by firelight to help those young men with dull eyes to remove the blood curse in their bodies.
There was crying all around, from young women and surviving children.
"You must leave quickly and go to the nearby city..."
Li Weiyi couldn't say anything more. Should he tell them that it was useless to go to the nearby city, because everything would be reduced to ashes once a full-scale war broke out?
Li Weiyi was worried that they would be retaliated against by the cult, so he planned to escort them for a while.
After they packed their bags, they set out immediately at Li Weiyi's urging, without even having time to bury their families. The team of more than a hundred people walked very slowly, and by the second half of the night, they had only walked more than ten miles.
“Wow!”
A stream of magical energy spread from afar.
Li Weiyi stopped and carefully sensed the strength of the energy. His face suddenly changed. He looked at the endless night in front of him and then glanced at the team behind him.
It has been such a long time and no cult masters have appeared. It can be seen that the ones who attacked the town should be a group of cult martial artists who were carrying out a separate mission.
The dull roar of battle spread towards this side.
The energy of the Dharma became stronger, forming gusts of cold wind.
Li Weiyi called over the spear-wielding man with the highest cultivation level in the team: "I must go over there to check. If the battle spreads to this side, I must lead them away in advance."
The man said, "I understand! Don't worry, benefactor. This place is only a few dozen miles away from Yu County. We often take this road."
Li Weiyi knew very well that he could not protect them forever. He could only save them temporarily, not forever. So he immediately turned into a residual image and rushed to the center of the battle.
After rushing out for thirty miles, the energy of the magic energy gradually became stronger. Li Weiyi sensed that the magic energy contained a familiar breath, and a thick magic cloud appeared in his sight, spreading over the low hills on the ridge.
The ground shook and sand and rocks flew everywhere.
"It's the breath of the demon boy!"
Li Weiyi concealed his breath and retreated quickly.
Three figures appeared on the distant hills. They fought at close range at a swift speed, their movements so fast that they looked like flashes of lightning.
"Haha, you two want to kill me?"
The demon boy made a childish voice and made a handprint. The dark demonic mist gathered and turned into a large handprint dozens of meters long, which knocked a human martial artist in the immortal realm away like a meteor.
"boom!"
The human martial artist who was at the immortal realm fell less than a mile away from Li Weiyi.
His entire body sank diagonally into the ground, forming a long gully.
A large area of ground bulged up.
“Wow!”
Song Yulou flew out from the ground holding a saber, bleeding from all his orifices. He was seriously injured by a palm strike from the demon boy.
He spotted a human martial artist hiding nearby, but didn't recognize him as Li Weiyi. He said in a deep voice, "Hurry up and leave. You dare to come and watch a fight between immortals. Be careful not to die in the aftermath of the fight."
After saying that, with a swish, he raised his sword and rushed towards the battlefield between Zuoqiu Ling and Mo Tong.
On the mountain ridge, the burly Zuoqiu Ling and the demon boy who looked like a child of eight or nine years old clashed their palms. The sound was like thunder exploding through the sky, and the collision created surging energy ripples.
Zuo Qiuling's body kept retreating, causing the ground to collapse piece by piece, and finally his body smashed the entire hill and caused it to explode.
"Hehe, your strength is not bad. No wonder some old guys in Du'e Temple are optimistic about your Zuoqiu Sect. Zuoqiu Sect is indeed full of talents."
The demon boy laughed loudly, his eyes suddenly became fierce, thinking of the humiliation at the West Sea Palace, he was filled with murderous intent.
The one hundred demon head tattoos that covered the skin of his upper body came to life, manifesting in the demonic clouds of the surrounding heaven and earth.
These demons were all the size of millstones, and had all kinds of strange shapes. Some had fangs, some had wings, and some had snake heads and human bodies...
With the power of a hundred demons added to his body, the demon boy became more powerful and his eyes shot out beams of light several meters long.
“Wow!”
The Jiuyou Boring flew out from Zuoqiu Lingzutian. It was shaped like a rake with nine prongs. It was made of immortal materials and had a great reputation in Lingxiao's habitat.
Zuo Qiu Ling swung out the Jiuyou Bor, releasing nine kinds of energy that gathered into a nine-colored storm to resist the overbearing punch from the demon boy that condensed the power of hundreds of demons.
“Bang!”
The air exploded, and all the grass and trees within a few miles turned to ashes.
Zuo Qiu Ling flew backwards three miles, his body slid backwards, and he immediately swung the Jiuyou Boring Sword into the ground, stabilizing his body, and the five fingers holding the Boring Sword trembled continuously.
"You are really amazing to be able to take my punch. If it were any other martial artist at the first level of the Immortal Realm, he would have been punched through the body and killed on the spot."
The demon boy's body blurred and disappeared on the spot. The next moment, he had a close collision with Zuoqiu Ling.
Li Weiyi fled far away, and sent a telepathic message to Tang Wanzhou in the Buddha's relic: "Young Master, the demon boy has appeared! He has already broken through to the realm of immortality. It looks like you still have to take action to have hope. Zuoqiu Ling and Song Yulou are no match for him."
Tang Wanzhou's voice came out: "You finally remembered me? I have been calling you for days, asking you to let me out, but you didn't say a word in reply, and it looked like you wanted to take me back to Lizhou."
Li Weiyi looked embarrassed: "Really? I didn't hear it."
"Stop talking nonsense! Let me out. The demon boy is my opponent. I want to see what power he inherited from the Holy Infant that he can transform the Mother and Child Spring." Tang Wanzhou said.
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