Chapter 63: Neither Demon nor Immortal 3

On Nanyang Mountain.

A little mouse hurriedly ran into the cave of the earth rat spirit, transforming into a human form as he ran.

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty, two Taoists have come up the mountain. They look like they are heading for us."

"What!?" The rat-headed goblin sitting on a big animal-hide chair widened his eyes when he heard what the little one said, "Why is the Taoist priest coming here?"

"I don't know, my king. Why don't we run for our lives first?" The little mouse underground had just gained intelligence, but when he saw the two men from a distance, he knew that their strength was absolutely extraordinary and it was impossible for their king, with his limited skills, to defeat them. Therefore, he began to persuade them without hesitation.

But the old rat could not help but hesitate after hearing this. To be honest, this place of his is indeed a Feng Shui treasure land. Although the location is hidden, the spiritual power is not bad. There is no enemy that can be defeated within a hundred miles. He is really reluctant to give up this place and find another place to escape in a hurry.

"Maybe the two Taoists were just passing by here and had no intention of causing trouble for us?" The old rat demon thought so, but at this moment the movement outside quickly hit him in the face.

There was a loud bang.

But after a few moments, the rat demon's roof was blown off by outsiders. When he suddenly saw the sunlight, he felt as uncomfortable as a bald man whose wig was blown away.

He subconsciously covered his head and wanted to scold the rude Taoist priest who came uninvited, but at this time another hand pressed down from above, and he was suppressed by this hand and immediately turned back to his original form.

"Friend Yan, look, this is actually a rat spirit." Wu Ling quickly ended the battle, turned around and showed off the spoils to Yan Xi.

Yan Xi looked over and saw a small white mouse in his palm. The little mouse was squatting in his palm, trembling, and didn't even dare to look at the two of them.

Then the two of them searched the monster's cave thoroughly and rescued all the villagers who had been taken away.

Just when everyone was about to leave, a strange but loud voice suddenly echoed throughout the valley.

The surrounding rocks and land began to shake non-stop. The villagers could not hear the strange screams, but just looked at the suddenly changed environment in confusion and panic.

Yan Xi and the other two shuddered when they heard the voice. Yan Xi was better off, after all, he had been prepared for this, and his realm was high. But Wu Ling was affected by the pressure, his whole body froze, and he couldn't even blink his eyelids.

The sky suddenly turned dark and the earth shook. The whole mountain seemed to be shaking, rocks exploded, and rubble fell from all around. Long and narrow cracks appeared on the ground, as if something was about to squeeze out from the cracks in the ground.

The black spirit stood still, unable to move. In front of him were a dozen ordinary mortals who looked frightened and could not stand steadily. Behind him, a giant black dragon rose from the valley.

It spread its dragon wings, and its loud dragon roar echoed throughout the sky, and its huge body blocked out the sky and the sun.

Cracks appeared under the feet of the villagers, deep and bottomless. The mortals were powerless to stop them and stood on the edge of the cracks, teetering on the verge of falling.

Wu Ling was still desperately trying to mobilize his spiritual power to try to save them, but the dragon seemed to have set its sights on him. Being stared at by the dragon's eyes, Wu Ling was unable to move. His actions were simply not at the same level as the black dragon, so how could he contend? He was powerless and could only watch them fall one after another.

A white shadow suddenly flashed in the air, and Wu Ling's eyes widened suddenly. It was Fellow Daoist Yan! What did he want to do?

Without intending to explain to him, Yan Xi appeared out of nowhere and stood quietly in mid-air. A strong wind blew around him because of the resurrection of the giant dragon. The wind made his robe rustle and his headband was blown off by the wind, and his long hair swirled in the air.

He was dressed in white and stood in the wind, his face calm, his hands clasped in front of his chest, and a golden light shone from his forehead.

Then, a burst of intense white light began to radiate from his body and spread in all directions. The white light flashed for a moment and then dissipated. Wu Ling opened his eyes again to look, and all the mortals around him had disappeared. The strong wind had also stopped. Yan Xi, who was standing in the air in front of him, closed his eyes, and then he swayed for a moment, as if he had lost his support, and fell from mid-air.

"Friend Daoist Yan!" Wu Ling exclaimed, then reached out to grab him. He didn't even realize that he could move, and accidentally fell down with him.

After the two fell, the crack that split the mountain in two slowly closed up, and finally returned to its original state with calm and peace.

-

After Yan Xi fell from the crack, he fell into a completely silent darkness. He closed his eyes and let his body fall freely, but in his heart he complained to the system, "Tongzi, you didn't even tell me there was a dragon. You really scared me. I almost couldn't pretend anymore."

[I don't know if there really is a dragon. I originally prepared another prop to take you into the secret realm. Who knows why? Maybe it's because the protagonist came here. This secret realm was unlocked in advance. Well, no matter what, we have achieved our goal.] The system talked a lot of nonsense, but it just refused to admit that it had made a mistake in its calculation.

[What about the shock I just received?] Yan Xi didn't want to let it go so easily.

[You're lucky... eh?] The system said this, and then a guilty whistle came out of its data stream.

Yan Xi was so angry that he laughed. He simply closed the chat interface and concentrated on preparing to deal with the next problem.

call out--

In a jungle full of greenery and numerous monsters, everything was peaceful. Suddenly, a shadow flew across the air and slammed into the pool quickly, causing splashes of water several feet high. Most of the birds around were scared away by it.

After a while, before the frog spirit, the owner of the pool, woke up, Yan Xi finally paddled his way to the shore.

He used a small spell to dry the water droplets on his body, and at the same time observed the surrounding environment. It was a forest with lush green plants and abundant spiritual energy in the air. Therefore, as soon as Yan Xi entered it, he felt his body's instinctive rejection of spiritual energy.

This should be their destination - Feiyun Realm.

This was something he and the system had planned yesterday. In the main quest, one of their ultimate goals was to allow the protagonist, Wu Ling, to grow to the point where he could defeat the ancient demon and seal it.

One of the great ways to make the black spirit grow quickly is to use a magic weapon to build up its combat power. In the original story, there happens to be such a magic weapon, the Amaterasu Sword, which can kill gods, exterminate immortals, and seal demons.

Originally, this sword belonged to the protagonist in the original novel, but for a long time, he was held in the hands of the villain Yan Xi and forced to recognize it as his master. It was also this sword that gave him the ability to be almost invincible in the plot and harm half of the cultivation world.

However, Yan Xi did not intend to do so at this time. He planned to let the protagonist get the sword now, and then recognize it as the master in advance. This way, he would be more confident in killing the ancient demon later. Anyway, even if he didn't have the sword, he had other ways to avenge the original owner.

However, no matter how far he thought, he still had to solve the problem at hand first. With this in mind, Yan Xi once again dodged an attack from the frog spirit, the owner of the pool, with a fierce but cold face.

To be honest, his body originally had no fighting power. Although his brain seemed to be filled with many complicated techniques and profound cultivation knowledge, and his aura and demeanor seemed to be that of a master, in fact, only Yan Xi himself knew that he was just a show-off.

After being locked up in the Demon-Suppressing Tower for a thousand years, his body was full of wounds, his meridians were fragile and small, and he had almost no spiritual power, so he almost avoided taking action as much as possible along the way. Even to hurry, he had to use the sword of the Black Spirit. Fortunately, he acted well and nothing unusual was discovered along the way.

But the giant dragon had appeared suddenly, and in order to protect the dozen or so villagers, he had to squeeze out the little spiritual power in his body, and finally he barely used the teleportation technique to send them out safely.

However, he had used up all his spiritual power at that time, and his body, affected by the injuries he had suffered over the years, was recovering terribly slowly, resulting in him now being able to deal with the angry frog spirit like a mortal.

Yan Xi hid very cautiously all the way, and his hair, which had just been dried, was wet by the frog spirit again. While running towards the protagonist in the forest, he secretly prayed to the crow spirit to come quickly and save his life.

He ran away desperately for a long way, and he didn't know whether the frog spirit was angry because its pond was dirtied by a strange human, and it actually left home and was still chasing Yan Xi. Just when Yan Xi was exhausted and decided to use another ability, a flying sword came towards him from a distance, passed by his body, and cut the frog behind Yan Xi in half with one sword.

The goblin's huge body fell to the ground with a loud bang, stirring up a large area of ​​falling leaves.

Seeing that the crisis was over, Yan Xi could no longer hold on and collapsed forward.

"Fellow Daoist Yan!" Wu Ling saw him fall down and immediately rushed forward to catch the man in white. He held Yan Xi in his arms and saw that he had passed out with his eyes closed. He immediately stretched out his right hand and used his spiritual power to check him. Fortunately, Yan Xi did not suffer any injuries and was just unconscious due to exhaustion of spiritual power.

Wu Ling understood instantly. Just now, Yan Xi teleported away so many mortals at the same time without the help of any external objects. You know, even a great man like his master couldn't do it so easily. Daoist Brother Yan is very young, and he must have paid a price that he didn't know about to achieve this.

Normally monks always treat mortals as grass, but when Yan Xi encountered danger, the first thing he thought of was the safety of those villagers.

Wu Ling couldn't help but feel complicated. He didn't look at it any more. After calling back his natal sword, he carried Yan Xi on his back and left the place.

In the silent forest, there are only the overlapping silhouettes of two people.

-

Yan Xi woke up quickly, and before he even opened his eyes he heard the sound of water drops tapping on his ears.

Then he opened his eyes and saw that he was sitting cross-legged on a cushion in the middle of a circle of spiritual springs. The spiritual springs seemed to be in a cave, and clusters of beautiful lotus flowers were blooming in the pools around them.

Yan Xi looked up and saw a circle of holes above his head. Light shone into the cave from here, and water drops fell from the edge of the cave.

He stood up and found that everything he had was still there, and his spiritual power had been mostly restored.

At this time, there were footsteps coming from the cave entrance. It was a black elf with a long sword on its shoulder walking in.