Chapter 750

The ancient Qi Practitioners were not necessarily Daoists, but a considerable number of Daoists could be subdivided into Qi Practitioners. These Daoists, Qi Practitioners, and ordinary Qi Practitioners formed the group of Qi Practitioners. They were somewhat similar to the ascetic monks of Buddhism. They ate the wind and drank dew, and they only sought for themselves. They did not rely on external alchemy to raise their cultivation base. They cultivated the Five Qi in the chest instead of the Golden Core. Since ancient times, there were countless Qi Practitioners who relied on the Emperor's Dragon Qi. Every dynasty had a typical example and a well-known figure. This was also because the Emperor's Dragon Qi was very important to them.

"The Horror Broadcast is getting more and more difficult to understand. I suddenly miss the storytelling worlds in the past. The storytelling worlds now are always a little strange. Even Qi Practitioners can come out."

Su Bai reached out to touch his chin. He had not shaved since entering the storytelling world. Now that his beard had grown out, it was a little prickly.

"I guess there will be some changes. After all, it is actually somewhat unable to control the development of this type of storytelling world. The storytelling worlds that the Poor Monk had experienced in the past were all supernatural and horror themes. The pace was very fast. What he needed to do was to find clues and distinguish between friend and foe. It was not like now, where he had to constantly encounter and search in an empty area."

"Monk, you want to say something but stop." Su Bai, of course, could tell that the monk had only said half of what he wanted to say.

In fact, all the listeners in the real world had already received a notice from the public account 'kongbu66'. The Horror Broadcast would stop broadcasting for three months. During these three months, there would be no more missions. Of course, the listeners who were still in the storytelling world still had to complete their existing missions, so they did not know about this news.

"You should be able to feel these things yourself." The monk looked at Su Bai. "The Horror Broadcast is actually an attempt. It is trying to try a new way of storytelling. Sometimes, we can really treat it as a so-called broadcast program. It has been working hard for its own story. You should know this very well.

In fact, most of the listeners with a bit of experience would know that it was only in the last one or two story worlds that it began to experiment with a different story path from the past. However, the effect was not very good, because the more complex the story world it created, the more uncontrollable forces it faced. Most of the time, its will could not be completely carried out and would often backfire on itself.

The most obvious point is that some people with personalities may have been created by it to enrich the storytelling world. However, these people or things would not be controlled by it. Instead, they would go against its will.

The Poor Monk already had this feeling when he was on Mount Fulong. Traveling a long distance to pick up a child felt like an adventure. Step by step, he went deeper. In the end, he encountered danger after danger. Gyatso, Fatso, and I were all severely injured in such a short distance. This rhythm and pattern is a little boring and monotonous. The Poor Monk thinks that this is not the story that the Horror Broadcast wants. However, these practical things are going against its plan. "

"You mean, that demon?" Su Bai narrowed his eyes. Although both of them seemed to be chatting casually, the content of the conversation had already pointed out some of the core existences of the Horror Broadcast.

This wasn't something stupid like a firefly daring to compete with the moon. Compared to the universe, humans were not even the size of a speck of dust, but they could still analyze and calculate the orbit of many planets. Although Su Bai and Tyrant weren't at a very high position, it didn't stop them from making some speculations and hypotheses about the Horror Broadcast.

"The demon was created by it, so it should be satisfied. However, how could a real demon listen to the arrangements of others and become a puppet? The Horror Broadcast is trying to create a complex and complete story world, but it doesn't have the ability to create a real world unless it is willing to let go of its influence on the world. Of course, this is also impossible. Once it loses control of the story world, the listeners will really come here for a tour. "

Suddenly, a desolate roar was heard from outside. It was the roar of a barbarian. Then, an ear-piercing sound of bowstring breaking was heard. A large number of Qing soldiers rushed to the inn as reinforcements. The surroundings of the inn suddenly became very spacious and empty.

Su Bai clapped his hands and shouted, "Get up, everyone. Get ready to run."

Before this, they were actually waiting for a better opportunity.

Gyatso hadn't slept, and Fatso was half-asleep. They were constantly paying attention to the situation outside.

"Is it a dog-eat-dog situation?" Fatso was surprised.

"Something must have gone wrong in the middle, or maybe this is the main mission of the westerners." Su Bai analyzed. Since entering the story world, first it was the Demon Cave, then Lam Chun-ying, then the Zombie Cave, and then Mount Fulong. They had experienced enough story missions. The Manchurian Qi Practitioners probably didn't prepare the story for them, but for the westerners.

"Don't take anything. Let's get out of here first." Tyrant looked outside and said, "Let's go out from the window. The soldiers here have gone to the other side. Su Bai, Poor Monk and you will cover the rear."

Su Bai didn't say anything. Tyrant probably hadn't recovered much, and Su Bai was in the best condition. His willingness to cover the rear with him was a decision that Su Bai couldn't refuse.

"Move, I'll go down first."

Tyrant and Fatso moved to the side of the window. Su Bai flipped out from the window and landed on the ground. The building wasn't that high.

Su Bai looked downstairs and made sure there were no problems. He waved to the people above to signal that they could come down.

Fatso grabbed the windowsill and slid down the pillar. Gyatso slid down with his body against the wall. Su Bai noticed that Gyatso wasn't using a cane, which meant that he had regained his mobility. However, he was still a distance away from fighting.

Tyrant was the last to come down. Just as he was about to flip out from the window, he turned around and a sharp sword flew out from the window. Then, the sound of fighting came from the room.

The little fellow was riding on Fatty's shoulder. At this time, she was very obedient and did not make any noise.

"It seems like they know that we're going to escape, so they're holding us back." Gyatso glanced at the window sill.

"There's a river after the forest. Follow the river." Su Bai told Fatso, "Look after the child."

Fatso patted the head of the little guy on his shoulder and smiled. "I want to be the child's godfather. Don't worry."

Su Bai dashed forward again. He grabbed the eaves and pulled himself up. Then, he stepped on the tiles and entered through the window of the room next door.

Fatso and Gyatso seized the opportunity to sneak into the forest. Su Bai was quite confident that the two of them could escape successfully. A starving camel was still bigger than a horse. Of course, the premise was that they could hold back the Manchurian Qi Practitioners mentioned by the monks for some time.

He went in from the next room and came out. At the entrance of the corridor, the monk was swept out by a diner's sword. The monk's body leaned against the railing. It could be seen that the monk was very reluctant now and only had the power to resist. However, this was enough to surprise Su Bai. The monk had actually recovered so much without saying a word. Which temple had cultivated such a shrewd monk?

However, Tyrant really couldn't hold on any longer. This Qi Practitioner looked fair and tender, and he was wearing clothes similar to that of a squire. It didn't seem to match his temperament, but every move he made had a kind of ethereal aura.

He didn't intend to kill Tyrant. It was obvious that he wanted to capture him alive. However, neither Su Bai nor Tyrant would give him the chance.

Tyrant had already noticed Su Bai's approach. He put his palms together and chanted Amitabha.

As the Buddhist chant entered his ears, the Qi Practitioner's body suddenly trembled. He closed his eyes and instantly felt dizzy.

Su Bai immediately rushed over. He held Baibi tightly in his hand and quickly changed his body into a zombie. Instantly, his Qi was raised to the strongest level.

Although the Qi Practitioner's eyes were closed, he still had a keen sense of danger. The sword in his hand flew up and proactively stabbed towards Su Bai.

This was the flying sword protecting its owner.

Su Bai's body moved to the side. The flying sword brushed past his chest, creating a series of sparks. At the same time, Su Bai felt a burning pain in his chest. Subsequently, Su Bai finally got close to the Qi Practitioner and stabbed the dagger towards his chest.

The Qi Practitioner pushed out his palms and his Qi surged violently. Su Bai only felt as if his chest was hit by a car. His whole body was directly flipped over. However, at this moment, Baibi was also thrown out by Su Bai.

The Qi Practitioner opened his eyes. His eyes shone brightly. Looking at the oncoming Baibi, his expression was indifferent. He raised his left hand and put his index and ring fingers up, clamping the Baibi.

Then, it seemed that the Qi Practitioner's Qi was automatically injected into the Baibi according to his habit of controlling the sword. Just like the last time when the Zombie King injected his own Qi into the Baibi, the Monster Qi inside the Baibi immediately fluctuated.

In fact, most of the monstrous Qi in the Hundred Split had been consumed during the battle with the Zombie King, and this time, the monstrous Qi was more like the last ray of light. However, the problem was that the Qi Practitioner was holding the dagger with two of his fingers, and the friction and collision of the monstrous Qi made his fingers numb. Two of his fingers were bounced off, and the Hundred Split continued to fly in the predetermined direction.

"Pu!"

The Baibi pierced into the Qi Practitioner's neck.

"This …."

The Qi Practitioner staggered backward until he finally leaned against the wall. His face was filled with disbelief and bewilderment. In the end, he slumped to the ground and lost all signs of life.

Su Bai, who was flipped over on the ground, held his chest and stood up with difficulty. Looking at this ending, he walked to the Qi Practitioner's corpse and pulled out his dagger.

"Who asked you to be so pretentious."