Chapter 126: Defeated separately, second surrender
Two more days.
The mountain gate of Yuezhen sect.
The leader’s other courtyard.
Yulan held her cheeks with both hands and smiled as she watched the little white tiger writing with a resentful look on his face.
As soon as the little white tiger's furry palm was raised, its sharp claws shot out. It took the second longest nail and dipped it in ink on the polished inkstone.
Then he lightly started writing on the paper crookedly.
"Don't lock me up again."
"It's so dark in there."
"I'd be angry."
Yulan read it out in a dignified manner, then smiled, stretched out her hand and rubbed the little white tiger's head vigorously.
"Okay, okay, don't be angry, little meow. I'll just leave you alone next time. It turns out that the spirit beast can't see anything when it's in the spirit beast bag.
Then you have been in the spirit beast bag for twenty years, wouldn't it be extremely uncomfortable?
What a poor little cat. "
"Meow."
Seeing Yulan's compromise, the little white tiger raised his head proudly and shouted.
Who knew that Yulan would say the next sentence: "But it's useless what I said, it's your husband who wants to send you into the spirit beast bag, otherwise it would be inconvenient to carry you with you.
Who made you so weak? If you don't put it in the spirit beast bag, you will be lost accidentally. "
Hearing this, the little white tiger immediately withered.
Then it continued on the paper.
"I eat meat every day, and I will become better in the future."
The little white tiger roared loudly, its muscles bulged and its hair swelled, like a strong big cat. When its claws scratched the table, sparks flew everywhere.
Stone chips flew on the stone table, and a claw mark appeared.
"Wow, little meow is so awesome."
Yu Lan praised perfunctorily.
"Meow."
The little white tiger returned to his kitten appearance, but his eyes were very proud.
Right now.
"Miss Yulan is so interested. Yu Keqing has disappeared, but you still have the leisure and elegance to play with the cat here."
A young monk walked in at the entrance of the courtyard.
Behind him were two elders of the Zhao family, and seven or eight monks from the Zhao family, all of whom were above the middle stage of Qi training.
Yu Lan picked up the little white tiger and said with a wary look:
"I do not know you."
"My name is Zhao Jia. Miss Yulan, we met once at the auction in Shangyang City. At that time, you were laughing in Yu Keqing's arms. You probably didn't pay attention to me, the monk sitting in the corner."
The young monk is the Qi-perfecting monk brought back by Patriarch Zhao from Shangyang City, but now his aura has clearly broken through the foundation-building realm.
"Miss Yulan, please come with us." Zhao Jia said.
Yulan said: "What if I don't go with you?"
The ghost tiger that had been lying under her feet also stood up at this moment. There seemed to be vortexes in the dark pupils, and black ghost mist emerged from its eyes.
The momentum of the second-level monster gradually increased.
"That's offending."
Zhao Jia sneered, turned his palm, and saw a transparent jade bottle appearing, with a drop of red blood with a hint of light gold inside.
"This is the second-level physical cultivation essence and blood specially prepared by Zhao for you. It can suppress demons and destroy evil spirits, and is specialized in destroying ghost spells!"
He crushed the jade bottle, and the essence and blood seemed to escape from the barrier and shoot directly towards the ghost tiger.
Whoosh!
The blood essence is like a small sun. The ghost mist emerging from the ghost tiger's eyes was melted by the blood essence before it could gather enough size, and then exploded directly.
Guihu let out a tragic cry and closed and opened his eyes. The vortex inside had disappeared, leaving only two lines of blood and tears.
"Come and die!"
Zhao Jia didn't know where he saw this method of dealing with ghost tigers. He actually performed a miraculous skill. With another hand seal, a blue sword light flew out from behind him, and then turned into dozens of flying swords. At the same time, a wave sound is made.
Then the sword light turned into huge waves out of thin air, and each flying sword was like a wave, suppressing them together, bringing endless pressure.
The Sword Technique of Tide and Running Waves!
Bang!
A red sword light descended from the sky and blocked the waves. It continued unabated and broke through the waves until it reached Zhao Jia.
Zhao Jia's expression changed greatly, and he quickly made the seal again. The waves rolled back, blocking the red sword light, but he found it extremely difficult.
The power of this flying sword has exceeded the power in the early stage of foundation building.
"who?!"
Whoosh whoosh! !
One by one, the formation flags rose into the sky and turned into pillars of light. Then they intertwined in mid-air, and formation patterns emerged, forming a network of light.
Heavy fog was rising from all directions, and soon it spread.
The second level Tianluo Formation!
The second level large cloud formation!
"No, it's a trap!"
Zhao Jia suddenly felt that something was not good and shouted to the Zhao monk behind him:
"Follow me, I'll break the formation and rush out!"
He can also be regarded as a talented person of the Zhao family. He has been taught many times by Patriarch Zhao and has a certain understanding of formations.
However, faced with a secret attack by a mid-stage foundation-builder and a series of suppressions by the second-level formation, the Zhao family monks were soon divided by the formation.
Roar!
The ghost tiger pounced from nowhere, indicating that its innate spiritual skills were broken, but its powerful body was enough to threaten the foundation-building monks.
Zhao Jia's flying sword blocked it, leaving sparks on Guihu's body and shaving off a few hairs. His flying sword was unable to break Guihu's body for a while.
There was also a red flying sword that was far more powerful than him and attacked secretly.
Just a moment.
The blue flying sword was thrown away. Zhao Jia saw the flying sword stopping at his throat and did not dare to resist at all.
"Self-proclaimed Dantian, throw away the flying sword storage bag."
There was a sound in the fog.
"I, the Zhao family monk..."
puff!
The flying sword entered the throat for half a minute.
Zhao Jia's voice stopped suddenly, he hurriedly dropped the Feijian storage bag, and then counted the points in his dantian, and his breath suddenly became weak.
A slender hand appeared from the fog, and a finger pointed between his eyebrows.
As a result, the sea of consciousness was sealed, and there was no longer any resistance.
"Who are you, our Zhao family..."
Zhao Jia wanted to say something else, but Guihu's big slap had already been slapped. He felt his internal organs shift and his ears roaring. Then his vision went dark and he fell softly.
The other Zhao family monks were quickly captured one by one.
…
Zhaojiafang City.
Main loft.
Zhao Shiwen blocked the entrance and waved her hand back with a cold expression.
Brother Li flashed behind him, and a black heavy sword like a door panel was held in his hand. Every time the sword was struck, a resisting Zhao family monk was turned into flesh.
The daughter of the Zhao family, who had threatened her to abdicate not long ago, had eyes that were splitting:
"Zhao Shiwen, do you want to rebel against the clan?"
"Li Qianzhong, don't forget the blood contract you signed!"
Brother Li had a stern face and without saying a word, he killed all the monks around the female elder, and then smashed the female elder's Dantian with one palm.
"The blood contract signed by Li Congfeng is to assist the chief of the city in maintaining the safety and order of the city, not to act as a dog for the Zhao family. Now that you are disrupting the normal order of the city, killing you will not violate the blood contract."
"And you are the one who rebelled against the clan." Zhao Shiwen sneered: "Wen Shu, the elder of the family, made my grandson humiliate me. Shiwen will remember it to this day.
He will be back with you soon. "
The old woman’s voice became hoarse and she begged, “Let him go.”
Zhao Shiwen snorted coldly and did not answer.
…
Zhao family land.
The only remaining family elder was guarding the ancestral hall, feeling a little uneasy.
The ancestor has not returned yet. The new founder of the clan, Zhao Jia, leads his people to capture Miss Yulan. The female family leader leads people to compete with Zhao Shiwen for power in the city.
All the elites of the Zhao family came out.
Nowadays, the power in the clan is empty, and he is the only one who controls the clan protection formation as the last line of defense for the clan.
He didn't dare to slack off at all.
Suddenly.
He rubbed his eyes and saw a familiar figure slowly walking into the ancestral hall.
"Guest...your lord?"
The old man screamed and quickly moved his fingers to summon the formation.
"How did you get in?"
The activation of the clan-protecting formation that covers the entire Zhao family is too expensive. It only maintains basic operation on weekdays, but the formation that only protects the ancestral hall does not consume much.
Now that his safety is related to the Zhao family, the guardian array of the ancestral hall is always open, even if the foundation-building monks want to break in, they can't.
He has enough time to completely wake up the formation and suppress the incoming enemy.
However, Yu Xian felt as if he was entering his own home.
"Old Shaohong, I have to thank you for your generosity in the past and your willingness to give me control of the formation. Although it didn't last long, it was not difficult for me to find a back door.
Remember, don’t hand over your own formation to outsiders next time. "
"Are you trying to resist me now?"
Yu Xian's eyes dimmed, and the Shaohong family elder suddenly became excited, remembering Yu Xian's understatement and calm eyes when he first arrived at the Zhao family.
That's what it looked like, and then Long Lao died.
He quickly stopped the formation and forced out a smile: "Your Majesty, if you have anything to do, let's talk about it. Why use violence?"
"Hand over the core of the formation."
Just as Zhao Shaohong was about to delay, he saw a red light shining on Yu Xian's fingertips.
"Try, who is faster, you or my flying sword?"
"The core of the four colors is here."
Zhao Shaohong's expression did not change, he took two steps forward, and four bamboo sections of different colors were presented to him with both hands.
Surrendering, it's not the first time.