Chapter 26-Warming up?
So, several waves of sect teams that had a high opinion of themselves and thought that Guixu Sect was a soft persimmon, with the intention of taking advantage of opportunities and becoming famous, quietly sneaked into the depths of the God Burial Abyss and headed straight for the dilapidated "sect" location.
The Qinggu Sect is known for its wood-based Taoism and is skilled in entanglement and binding.
There are five people in the group. The leading elder is in the middle stage of Golden Core, and the remaining four are Foundation Establishment disciples.
From afar, they saw the black iron door frame, half of the courtyard wall, and the big, stupid guy who was grunting and "playing with stones" at the foot of the wall, and they felt even more disdainful.
"Form a formation! Tie up that big fool, and the rest of you rush in to capture him!" The elder gave an order.
Four tough green vines, like venomous snakes, instantly wrapped around Iron Ox's limbs! At the same time, two foundation-building disciples soared into the air and pounced towards the main hall!
Tie Niu was concentrating on practicing "Precision Stone Landing" when he suddenly felt his ankle tighten. He looked down at the vines that had entangled him, his honest face showing annoyance at being interrupted. "What are you doing? I'm busy!"
He shook his ankle casually!
Snap! Snap!
The green vine that was powerful enough to entangle a foundation-building monster to death broke with a sound like a fragile hemp rope!
The two disciples who rushed towards the main hall had just crossed the courtyard wall when they ran into a lazy and extremely suspicious pink and purple mist.
"What a smell... Ugh!" The two men didn't even have time to stretch out their protective aura. Their faces instantly turned purple, foam came out of their mouths, and they fell straight down from mid-air, crashing into the rubble and losing consciousness.
The remaining elders and disciples of Qingteng Valley were stunned.
Tie Niu scratched his head, looked at the broken vines and the two fainted people on the ground, and said in a deep voice: "You... broke my vines? Pay me!"
As he spoke, he picked up a millstone-sized stone at his feet, weighed it, and stared at them with an "unfriendly" look.
Everyone in Qingteng Valley: "..." They crawled and dragged their unconscious fellow disciple up, and ran away without looking back.
History always repeats itself... Blackwater Pond specializes in water poisoning and stealthy assassinations.
Three people, one in the early Jindan stage, two at the peak of the foundation building stage. Learning from their mistakes, they decided to act at night, targeting the seemingly weakest point - the kitchen! Poison the cook and create chaos!
The three of them sneaked in like ghosts. As soon as they reached the kitchen door, they heard the sound of Luo Hongyi humming a tune and stirring the soup pot.
"Now! Release the 'Bone-Eroding Black Water'!" the Jindan cultivator shouted.
A dark and smelly arrow of water shot silently towards the busy figure in the kitchen!
Luo Hongyi didn't even turn her head, as if she had eyes on her back, and casually flicked the soup spoon in her hand backwards!
“Sizzle——!”
The highly toxic black water seemed to have met its nemesis and was instantly evaporated by the chaotic poisonous light attached to the spoon, without even a trace of smoke left!
Luo Hongyi then slowly turned around, her beautiful face lit by the fire, showing a hint of impatience at being disturbed. In her hand, she held a bowl of steaming, strangely colored thick soup. "So late at night, and you want a midnight snack? Perfect! I just made this 'Ten-Ingredient Tonic Soup'. Try it for free. Don't hesitate!"
As he spoke, he shook his wrist, and the bowl of soup emitting terrifying energy fluctuations splashed over!
The Black Water Pond scared the three of them out of their wits!
Even before the soup arrived, the escaping aura alone made their protective spiritual auras sizzle! The three of them tumbled and crawled, escaping into the darkness at a speed ten times faster than when they arrived, not daring to utter a single harsh word.
Su Tang's waves of people coming here are a bit amusing... What are they doing? Is this the Calabash Brothers saving their grandfather? Wave after wave of them are committing suicide...
Well-known for his body training and defense, the sect leader is a late Jindan physical cultivator, and with two equally muscular disciples, he is full of confidence and plans to crush the enemy head-on.
"Cowards of the Guixu Sect! Come out and die! Grandpa is here to teach you what true physical cultivation is!" The leader of the Vajra Sect spoke in a loud voice like a bell, and punched the half-built courtyard wall, creating a big hole!
Inside the cave, Xie Zhao, who was regulating his breathing, frowned at the noise. He shook his wrist, and a golden talisman light that had just been condensed accidentally lost control and shot out from the crack in the door!
The talisman light was as thin as a hair, but it carried the power of the law that confined space, and instantly swept across the fist of the leader of the Vajra Sect, which was as hard as fine steel.
The leader of the Vajra Sect felt his fist go numb. The protective Qi and tough membrane he was so proud of felt like paper. His entire right arm was instantly locked by an invisible force, unable to move! Even half of his body was frozen!
"What...what is that?!" He was horrified.
At the same time, at the edge of the training ground.
Chu Linyuan, disturbed by the noise, frowned slightly, and subconsciously swung the Frost Sword in his hand in the air towards the source of the noise!
A dark sword energy as condensed as the moon broke through the air silently!
Just as the leader of the Vajra Sect was about to use his left hand to pry the restraints on his right arm, he felt a chill that froze his soul! He looked up in horror, only to see a black line approaching in an instant!
He and his two frightened disciples were brushed by the sword energy and were blasted hundreds of feet away!
The three of them were like rolling gourds, crashing into the evil quagmire in the distance. Their bodies were covered with a thin layer of black ice. They were shivering with cold and could not even speak clearly.
“Master…Master…I…I seem to have kicked…the black iron plate…” A disciple’s teeth chattered.
The King Kong Sect Master looked at his right arm, still bound and covered in black ice, and felt like crying, but no tears were in his eyes. How could this guy be a pushover? This was clearly the lair of a ferocious prehistoric beast covered in a torn sack!
The news spread quickly among the outer sect circles as if it had wings.
"The Guixu Sect is weird! That big idiot is incredibly strong!"
"That cook is the reincarnation of the Poison Immortal! A bowl of soup nearly sent us to our doom!"
"And that sword energy! That talisman light! Even a late Jindan stage cultivator can't withstand even one move!"
"Run! Stay away from the Burial God Abyss! That shabby place is no place for humans!"
The peripheral sects that were originally ready to make a move suddenly stopped their movements, and no one dared to go even a step closer to the depths of the God Burial Abyss.
In Guixu Sect, everyone didn't care about these waves of "warm-up" that were "delivered to the doorstep" and even felt a little puzzled.
"Was there a dog barking outside just now?" Luo Hongyi stirred a new pot of venom without raising his head.
"It seems like a stone fell down?" Tie Niu scratched his head and continued to practice accurate throwing.
Xie Zhao rubbed his sore wrist and muttered, "My hand slipped just now... Tsk, the talisman power is still unstable."
Chu Linyuan put away his sword, glanced at the newly-made hole in the courtyard wall, frowned slightly, and then immersed himself in the tempering of his evil spirit.
Su Tang excitedly wrote furiously on her "Secrets to Victory": "Additional information: The sect has its own aura of ridicule, which can attract low-IQ experience packs to come to it automatically!"
After a brief interlude, the sound of sharpening knives intensified. Deep within the Burial God Abyss, this seemingly impoverished group of "weaklings" were accumulating terrifying power, enough to overturn the entire chessboard, for the upcoming Immortal Sect Competition.
And that invitation, set against the backdrop of the dilapidated black iron door frame, looked like a declaration of war leading to the center of the storm.
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