As the Devil Qi in the sky above the Qiao family's fortress grew stronger, more cultivators arrived. However, most of them had only learned one or two spells. Those unorthodox cultivators from overseas who were slaughtered by River Styx like pigs and dogs had to address them as seniors. When they saw the wanton Devil Qi, how could they not know the gravity of the situation? Every single one of them flinched in fear.
Minghe didn't care about their Dharma power. Among the group of people, except for the group of martial arts masters led by Wang Ming, only another group of people dressed in fresh clothes and riding furiously far behind could barely catch his eye.
Priest Luo, who was with River Styx, seemed to have good eyesight. He immediately sized up Wang Ming and thought to himself, 'This young man seems to have some mana, but I wonder why he's mingling with those mortals.' As soon as Chen Ang heard this, he knew that this was a cultivator who secluded himself from the world to cultivate. This kind of cultivator's main purpose was to seclude themselves from the world. They would not easily appear in front of mortals. Even if they were to live in the world, they would not show their mana.
In the secular world, there were many cultivators who had the same idea. Even the loose immortals only appeared as swordsmen. Bai Guyi, one of the two elders of Mount Song, was a famous elder in the martial arts world. Therefore, River Styx did not find it strange, but he was more concerned about the Qiao family's situation.
At that moment, Qiao Si's sacrificial refining of the Devil Qi in the Qiao family's fortress had reached a critical juncture. He absorbed the Devil Qi of the corpse soldiers under his command and mixed it into one, turning it into a Mysterious Yin Corpse Formation that was a thousand feet long. With the Copper-armored Devil Corpse made from his father's corpse as the leader, it formed a Seven Noxious Yin Corpse Formation and surrounded the Qiao family's fortress. He breathed in and out the Mysterious Yin Corpse Qi and commanded the corpse soldiers to drag out the forty-nine women and children of the Qiao family.
Qiao Si's face was covered with blood-red scales. Two fangs pierced through his upper lip. His eyes were completely black, and there were three bone spurs on his head. His ten fingernails were about seven inches long, and each of them was as hard as iron.
It was a demonic creature that no longer had a human form and was reduced to a half-human half-demon corpse. It opened its mouth full of fangs and grinned, looking at its family members with the eyes of a ferocious beast. Ignoring their pleas and cries, it was afraid that these forty-nine people would push down the white bone statue and wait until noon, when the blazing Qi was at its strongest, then order the corpse soldiers to sacrifice them alive. Immediately, the bloody Qi soared into the sky, smearing the white bone statue like a red jade.
Qiao Si opened his bloody mouth and spat out a mouthful of Corpse Qi, absorbing the Qi of Blood and the violent Qi of the Sun at noon to form a Qi of Evil. As the Corpse Qi was inhaled and exhaled, the movements inside were gradually made known to the people outside. Zhenren Luo took advantage of the opening of the Seven Evils Yin Corpse Formation to attract the Qi of the Sun to peek at the situation inside. His expression changed greatly, "Not good! That evildoer seems to be cultivating a powerful spell. "
He turned around and shouted, "Fellow Daoists, we can't hesitate any longer. While the devil hasn't mastered this kind of magic and the Yang energy is at its peak at noon, let's attack together and save the people inside. Otherwise, this time has passed and the devil will be even more ferocious at night. If we wait until tomorrow, will the people inside still be alive? "
Even though Zhenren Luo's mana was weak, he had a righteous spirit. Chen Ang saw that the anxiety on his face did not seem to be fake. However, the others here might not be as kind as him. River Styx stood beside him, his position was self-evident.
A young swordsman behind Wang Ming heard this and could not help but sneer, "The people inside are our great enemies, it's better if they all die. We originally came to kill him, but now you want us to save him? How can there be such a logic in this world?"
Another person next to him took over and said with a smile, "Of course! We often subdue demons and devils in the northwest, eradicate zombies and malicious spirits, and pacify the area. If Taoist Master wants to eradicate the demons in the Qiao Family Fort, we will not refuse. However, if you want to save the people of the Qiao Family … I'm sorry, when the family is all dead, we will go and help Taoist Master. "
Hearing this, Zhenren Luo's face turned ugly. He said in a low voice, "Looking at this demonic aura, I'm afraid the young men inside are already in trouble. Most of the people left are women and children, old and young, innocent. Even if it's a life and death feud, it's time for retribution!"
The young swordsman behind Wang Ming said quickly, "They are rich and powerful. Their clothes and food are made of the blood and tears of the people. Since they share the wealth, they have to bear the responsibility of the consequences together. How can they be innocent? Since the gold, silver, and treasures that Slave Jian plundered during the invasion have fallen into their hands and turned into wealth and splendor, they should also have a share of the blood and tears of retribution! "
Just as they were arguing, a cloud suddenly rose from the group of knights in embroidered clothes behind them. On it was a bed that was covered by a cloud-like curtain. It flew toward them from afar and stopped on top of Zhenren Luo's head. A young man's voice came from inside, "Are you Zhenren Luo of Qinghe? Three years ago, I met Zhenren Luo at my grandfather's birthday banquet. Today, I see you again. You are as elegant as before! "
Zhenren Luo thought for a while and suddenly said, "So it's Nephew Liu. I heard that you have made great progress in Dao under Zhenren Luo of Great Min. You were once praised by Zhenren Luo of Great Min as the most outstanding talent in Middle Earth in recent years. Why didn't you serve Zhenren Luo in Minnan? Why did you come to such a remote place? "
The cloud bed slowly descended and a young man in yellow clothes pulled the curtain aside and came out. He first glanced coldly at Wang Ming before answering Zhenren Luo's question with a smile. Other than that, he did not look at anyone else. It was obvious that he was extremely arrogant. He said, "Someone asked me to be under Zhenren Luo's tutelage. They said that in recent years, there has been a group of demons running amok in the northwest. They used some spells to indiscriminately kill the good and run amok. Zhenren Luo wanted to personally punish them, but I took into account that Zhenren Luo is old and that there is no need for him to personally deal with this kind of unorthodox demons. Thus, I will do it on his behalf."
Hearing his words, how could River Styx not know that he was talking about Wang Ming? River Styx raised his eyes slightly and saw through the young man's background. He did not even have magic power to control his sword. He was able to fly through the air by relying on the cloud bed under his feet. However, it was only a third-rate instrument refined from a Cloud Tree. Other than looking good, it did not have the slightest ability to defend against enemies.
Don't be fooled by the way it flew over leisurely and leisurely. In reality, it was all for show. At its fastest, it could only fly at this speed.
With River Styx's knowledge, he was certain that even if his grandfather, Zhenren Luo, came in person, he would still be beheaded by Wang Ming in two moves, let alone Wang Ming, whom he had carefully trained. It was not because Zhenren Luo did not live up to his reputation, but because this person was a flower that had grown up in a greenhouse in the south. He had probably only fought a few spells in his life. He had relied on performing spells for high officials and nobles to gain recognition. Against Wang Ming, who had been pushed into danger by Chen Ang several times and had fought his way out of a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, he was naturally a piece of trash that was sent to his death.
However, the young man felt good about himself and insisted on joining hands with Zhenren Luo to break into the Qiao Family Fort. Fortunately, judging from Zhenren Luo's subtle refusal, he should know what kind of person he was.
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