Chapter 289
If he had really wanted to snatch the secret book just now, he might have been cold by now.
"Senior Qiao, wait a minute." Long Shankong took a deep breath and said calmly:
"My ancestors did have some grudges with the Spear Saint, but that was a generation or two ago."
"It's just that the Zhao family in Xishan Village seems a little strange."
His eyes fell on Zhao Hu.
Zhao Hu's gown had been torn open by Long Shankong's claws. At this moment, only a few rags were left hanging on his upper body, and most of his upper body skin was exposed to everyone.
Long Shankong was not careful, and his claw almost tore Zhao Hu in half.
But the strange thing is that this claw tore the flesh and broke the bones, but not much blood flowed out of Zhao Hu's body.
Under the torn gown, Zhao Hu's semi-naked upper body had the same color as his face, pale as paper and without any blood.
Logically speaking, it was impossible to stand firm after suffering such a serious injury that almost tore him in half.
But Zhao Hu stood there as if nothing happened, even his posture did not change much. The strangest thing was that the expression on his face was as dull as before, without much expression.
"No wonder..." Long Shankong said quietly:
"This Zhao Hu is also a first-grade martial artist in the refining of gods and the son of the Spear Saint. Even if his energy and blood decline in his later years, he will not decline to such an extent."
Long Shankong recalled the so-called mountaineering assessment before.
"The principles of our martial arts must be achieved with fists." Long Shankong said:
"If we really want to find a qualified successor to the Spear Saint, how can we do it without losing blood?"
"But this so-called assessment of yours only goes as far as it goes. You have to be cautious and don't really hurt anyone."
"And the second level of the assessment is not even a martial arts competition, it's just a simple lifting of a stone lock..."
Long Shankong glanced around at the Zhao family in Xishan Village and said slowly:
"I'm afraid your bodies are similar to this Zhao Hu's. The so-called point-to-point, no-blood competition, I think it's just a life-and-death fight. I'm worried that my true face will be exposed."
"So...what the hell are you guys?"
"Are you really alive?"
The words fell and spread far across the top of Xishan Mountain as the mountain wind blew.
The Zhao family members who had gathered around Zhao Hu in a hurry when they saw Zhao Hu being attacked suddenly stopped and looked at Long Shankong with blank expressions.
There was originally a dense crowd on the top of the mountain, but it suddenly became cold at this moment, and the heroes couldn't help but feel a chill in their hearts.
"Boy, what stupid things are you talking about!" A charlatan shouted with a pale face:
"How can a dead person talk, how can he still stand, how can he walk, how can he still be like a living person who is fine?"
"Yes, how can a dead person speak?" Everyone whispered:
"These people from Xishan Village have just lived in the mountains and forests for a long time, and their skin has turned white like women."
During their discussion, the faces of everyone in Xishan Village became paler and paler.
Originally just sickly pale.
At this moment, it looks like a corpse that has been dead for several days. Just looking at it makes people stand on end.
"Yes. How can a dead man stand and speak?" The big man with a leopard head and ringed eyes suddenly made a plop, and his body stiffened backwards and fell down.
This pour is a beginning.
But the thumping sounds continued one after another.
The villagers of Xishan Village who were standing around gradually lost their strength and fell to the ground, dead.
In the blink of an eye, these people were like wheat fields under the passing storm. They all fell down and made no sound anymore.
The entire top of Xishan Mountain was suddenly littered with corpses.
The mountain wind has risen again, but now it has an inexplicable coolness, making all the Jianghu guests in Southwest Prefecture feel cold all over their bodies.
No matter how high your martial arts skills are, it is impossible to make a dead person still stand or talk.
so....
"Is this some kind of immortal method? Have people from Xishan Village dealt with the Immortal Sect Yunxiao Sect?"
"Such a mysterious method, I guess only those cultivators can possess it, right?"
The heroes were discussing.
But he saw a figure flying through the air, and waves of air were sprayed out from the air holes on its back.
It was Wu Qiankun.
At some point, he had quietly pulled out the spear that had penetrated his abdomen. At this moment, regardless of the blood flowing from the wound, he had risen into the sky through the "Ultimate Transformation", and blood was being thrown down in mid-air.
"Wu Qiankun escaped? He moved so fast. Was he afraid of being killed by Qiao Jin?" The heroes were surprised.
Wu Qiankun's movements were too fast.
Before the big man with the leopard head and ring eyes fell, he had already transformed into a human and escaped into the air, unlike them who stood there in shock.
"Afraid of that Qiao Jin? You are somewhat underestimating Wu Qiankun." Wu Rulong snorted coldly:
"The cicada wakes up before the autumn wind moves. You underestimate the intuition of God Refining, who is second on the list of gods."
"He was probably aware of a life and death crisis, so even..." When Wu Rulong said this, the corner of his eye twitched.
Even this time when you ran away, you didn't even take him with you? Just run away on your own?
He hasn't gotten in the car yet!
"Even Wu Qiankun is in danger of escaping? Isn't that Qiao Jin?" A traveler said with a smile:
“This Xishan Village has existed for many years, and it’s not without reason.”
"This mountain village has always been shrouded in thick fog. It is extremely difficult to get in and out. Not only is it difficult for pedestrians to get in and out, but it is also difficult for hundreds of thousands of monsters from the mountain to find it."
"Because of this, these people in Xishan Village can survive to this day..."
As the Jianghu guest was talking, he suddenly felt something was wrong. He glanced at the corpses scattered all over the mountain and felt a chill running through his body.
"No, why is Zhao Hu still alive? There is something fishy about him!"
Someone in the crowd shouted.
Everyone quickly looked around and saw that Zhao Hu's skin was now as white as a corpse.
At this moment, his whole body was shaking slightly, and he was gasping for air as if he was about to drown, and he put his hand on his heart.
At this time, it was difficult for him to even stand, but he still managed to hold on and not fall down. His eyes scanned the corpses scattered all over the mountains and fields around him, his eyes filled with sadness.
From top to bottom, there are about a thousand people living in this Xishan Village.
At this time, he was the only one left.
"You're not dead yet...do you have any last wishes?" Qiao Mu walked forward with the "Hundred Birds toward the Phoenix Spear" in hand.
Zhao Hu whispered:
"If my father's Spear Saint's martial arts could fall into the hands of the Qiao family, I think he would be very happy under Jiuquan."
Just now, Qiao Mu had already demonstrated his spear skills in front of them.
Although his marksmanship is not perfect, it is indeed like everyone else's and is a perfect military marksmanship.
"I am a first-grade God Refiner. If I defect to the imperial court, I can even hope to become a first-grade general Dangdang... How can I die?" Zhao Hu gasped for breath and forced a smile.
"You...when did they die?" Qiao Mu asked, looking at the corpses scattered all over the mountain.
"....I can't remember." Zhao Hu pressed his head and said:
"Perhaps it started when thick fog enveloped this mountain village?"
His body gradually lost strength and continued to tremble. His breath became weaker and weaker, and he gasped:
"I...I can't die yet."
"Just because they are all dead, I cannot die..."
"As long as there is one person here, Qingli will still have a home to return to..."
Before he finished speaking, his body had lost all strength and fell backward into the soil. He was no longer breathing and died with his eyes open.
A short time.
The entire Xishan Village has become a ghost world, with no living people left, only outsiders like them are still there.
The mountain breeze brings a chill that reaches your bones.
I don’t know since when, the sky has been covered with clouds.
Among the dark clouds, an electric arc swayed like a snake, illuminating the top of the Western Mountain.
At this moment, lightning and fire flashed together, and the whole world was lit up.
Wu Qiankun, who had transformed into a human being and soared into the sky, had already flown far away, but at this moment, his figure was completely enveloped by lightning and fire, and he could no longer be seen.
When the lightning dissipated, everyone looked up, but Wu Qiankun was nowhere to be seen.
On the contrary, one after another rainbow light flew out from the thick lead cloud.
They were the immortal cultivators of the Yunxiao Sect, each stepping on their magic weapons and looking down at the mortal world from a high position.
Green spots of light suddenly lit up among the mountains and valleys. They were huge monsters one after another. Their hill-like bodies overwhelmed the trees. They were walking towards them, surrounding everyone on the top of Xishan Mountain.
"The strangers of Yunxiao Sect, and the spiritual beasts they raise?"
"I was really tricked by Zhao Hu this time... I was originally going for the secret book, but why did a stranger from the Yunxiao Sect show up?"
"Could this be a deliberate attempt to wipe out the martial arts community in Southwest Prefecture?" Someone felt angry:
"This Yunxiao Sect has gone too far. Has King Yu recently swept across the cities and even the Immortal Sect has felt the pressure?"
Although Southwest State is a land where monsters are rampant, it has also produced strong men like the Spear Saint.
The secret book of the Spear Saint is touching people's hearts. Most of the martial arts masters from the entire southwest state came today.
"It's ridiculous." Among the clouds, a young Taoist with a Taoist bun, deep eyes, and a white Taoist robe also landed.
"A mere mortal is worthy of my immortal sect?" the young Taoist said calmly:
"The so-called folk martial arts in Southwest Prefecture only has a few warriors who can deal with the big demon. How can they be qualified to plan the layout for me and others?"
"Is Daozi here too?"
"Senior Brother Yushan."
"Greetings to senior brother." The other five or six immortal cultivators saluted one after another.
Among this group of people, the young Michiko Yushan was vaguely headed.
"There is no need to waste words with mortals. This matter in Xishan Village is related to the layout of my immortal sect. Let's take action now." Taoist Yushan was about to give the order when his eyes fell on Wu Chang among the crowd.
Wu Chang didn't seem to pay much attention to the monsters around her. She just focused her eyes on the corpses that had just fallen all over the mountains and plains.
Then she took a deep breath.
The wind rose, and strands of deathly air invisible to the naked eye flew from all directions and fell between her mouth and nose.
The so-called death energy is something that only dying creatures have.
The people in this Xishan Village are all dead. The death aura of thousands of dead people combined just made Wu Chang's belly swell slightly.
Wu Chang sucked for a long time, and found that there was no one to suck, and finally turned his attention to Qiao Mu.
The death energy of these thousands of people combined was not as much as Qiao Mu's energy at one time... And her appetite had already been enlarged by Qiao Mu.
"Qiaoqiao, when will you die?" Wu Chang asked with wide eyes and a wise look on his face.
arbor:?
If the fat pig hadn't looked so smart, he would have masturbated wildly to satisfy his hatred.
But think about it.
When he first encountered the demon cat Wuchang in Heyang Prefecture, Nanzhou, the little cat had a normal understanding of death. He had accompanied Qian's father on his last journey in the prison.
However, after following Qiao Mu for so long, the little cat probably had an overloaded brain and his understanding of the concept of death was fragmented.
This scene fell into the eyes of Taoist Yushan in the sky, and it also aroused his interest.