Seeing more than ten young men rushing out of the monk's house, the female ghost in green said with a gloomy face, "You are all good cultivators. No wonder Granny asked me to test you."
"Just you wait. Granny will kill you all!" After saying that, the female ghost turned into a chilly wind and rushed into the forest.
The young man with a long sword looked at the claw marks on his arm. He almost died in the hands of the female ghost because he was having fun. His heart was full of anger.
"Why didn't you stop her?"
The man in a tight suit walked out. He seemed to be the leader of this team. He glanced at the young man and said lightly, "No need. Let her lure the Thousand-Year Tree Demon out and save us time."
"Humph …"
The man in a tight suit said. The young man was still angry, so he snorted and went into the monk's house.
Not long after, Yan Chixia came back. Seeing the marks at the door and the young man in a scholarly robe who was slightly injured, he said with a gloomy face, "Brothers, what happened just now?"
"The female ghost attacked. I was kind and merciful, but I was tricked by her. Fortunately, my life was not in danger."
Hearing this, Yan Chixia's eyes were full of rage. He said angrily, "These lonely souls and wild ghosts are harming people everywhere. Do they really think I don't exist?"
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In the dim night and the weak moonlight, the walls and tiles of Lanruo Temple were mottled, broken, and overgrown with weeds.
At this moment, a strange and dense white fog drifted out of the forest and surrounded Lanruo Temple at a very fast speed.
In the east monk's house, a chilly wind blew, and the long-lasting lamp, which was full of holes, went out. More than ten young men opened their eyes and felt something was wrong.
Ning Caichen was sleeping soundly on the bed, as if he was having a sweet dream. Everything in the outside world had nothing to do with him.
Yan Chixia, who was sitting cross-legged in the corner and holding a Tai Chi pattern, suddenly opened his eyes. His eyes flashed with a very dignified look.
"Brothers, I am afraid that the monster nearby is coming. The monster's cultivation is very horrible. If you can't defeat it, please help me kill the monster!"
"Brother Yan, you must be joking. Killing the monster is our duty." The leading man in a tight suit clasped his fist and said righteously.
In another monk's residence, Mu Qingxiao sat cross-legged on a wooden plank, but his soul power enveloped the entire area.
Whether it was the transmigrator in the monastery or the monster in the forest, they were all exposed to him.
"Jiejie …"
Suddenly, a sharp and wild laughter sounded around Lanruo Temple. The voice was neither male nor female and was extremely ear-piercing.
Accompanied by the sharp laughter, the chilly wind raged, and the branches and leaves rustled. Yan Chixia felt as if he was facing a great enemy, and the scalps of the dozen young men tingled.
Obviously, they had guessed the identity of the person who had come, and a wisp of fear arose in their hearts.
"You bunch of stinky Taoist priests, how dare you cause trouble in my territory and hurt my granddaughter? All of you deserve to die!"
The sharp, ear-piercing voice was getting closer and closer, echoing above Lanruo Temple. There was a hint of anger in the voice.
"Swish swish …"
At this moment, in the dim forest, countless roots that were as black as ink and as thick as a baby's arm swept out at lightning speed.
"Old witch, your minions are harming people everywhere. Today, my brothers and I will exterminate the demons and destroy your lair!"
Yan Chixia shouted, and his clothes fluttered. Accompanied by a clang, the Taiji sword in his hand was unsheathed. Cold light shot out in all directions, and killing intent filled the air.
As soon as he finished speaking, Yan Chixia leaped up with the sword in his hand and faced the whip that was sweeping towards him. His body was as fast as lightning as he shuttled through it. He raised the sword in his hand and slashed down, continuously harvesting the roots.
As the sword fell, a root fell to the ground. However, it was still as if it was alive and kept jumping. The liquid that flowed out of it emitted a nauseating, rotten smell.
"Clang …"
The sword and the root made contact, and a loud clang was heard.
Yan Chixia shuttled through it with a serious expression. The later the roots were, the harder they were. Some of the roots were even so flexible that his sword could not cut them.
"Brothers, help me!"
The dozen or so youths at the door looked at each other with a serious expression. They all took out their weapons and rushed forward, sword light shooting out in all directions.
The thick roots crisscrossed and there were countless of them. They whipped in the air with muffled sounds, attacking Yan Chixia and the dozen or so youths.
There were countless roots. Yan Chixia's strength was at the 9th level of the Foundation Establishment Realm, and the dozen or so youths were also at the Foundation Establishment Realm. However, they were still evenly matched with the 1,000-year Tree Demon.
The battle was in a stalemate for a moment. The 1,000-year Tree Demon was finally at a disadvantage. Not only did Yan Chixia and his group have the advantage in numbers, but the 1,000-year Tree Demon was also at a disadvantage.
"Good for you, Daoist priest. No wonder you dare to provoke me. It turns out that you found a bunch of ants to court death!"
The 1,000-year Tree Demon's sharp and piercing voice rang out above Lanruo Temple. His voice contained endless anger and killing intent.
As soon as he finished speaking, a sinister wind blew. A black-robed figure stepped on the void, and the roots behind him flickered with a cold light. He looked down at the group of people in the front yard of Lanruo Temple.
When they saw the black-robed 1,000-year Tree Demon in the void, everyone's expressions changed. Stepping on the void was the proof of a Golden Core cultivator!
The man in the black robes had a dark expression. "Seems like this 1,000-year Tree Demon is much more difficult to deal with than we thought!"
"Since things have come to this, we can only attack. If we don't kill the 1,000-year Tree Demon, we can forget about leaving Lanruo Temple alive!"
Standing in the void, the 1,000-year Tree Demon was enraged when she saw Yan Chixia and the others discussing countermeasures in front of her. They were completely disregarding her.
"Go to hell!"
As soon as she finished speaking, dozens of twigs flickered with a cold light behind her. They appeared in front of Yan Chixia and the others in the blink of an eye, piercing towards their heads.
The sudden attack of the twigs scared everyone out of their wits. Instinctively, they raised their weapons and channeled their spirit qi to defend themselves.
Clang! Clang!
Right then, dozens of terrifying sword shadows appeared in the void and slashed down at a speed that could not be captured by the naked eye.
"Ahhh!"
Accompanied by a shrill scream, dozens of roots with a cold glint were cut off by the sword shadow as if they were tofu.
A liquid as black as ink sprayed out with a rotten smell. The 1,000-year Tree Demon quickly retracted her roots and scanned the surroundings in horror.
"May I know which senior is here? If I have offended you, I will leave immediately."
Swallowing her saliva, the 1,000-year Tree Demon's posture was extremely humble. It could be said that she was groveling and had lost all her previous domineering demeanor.
Yan Chixia and the other youths were already dumbfounded. At this moment, dozens of sword shadows were inserted into the ground, and each sword shadow had a root stuck in it.
Unknowingly, Mu Qingxiao had already appeared in the void. She looked at the Tree Demon, Yan Chixia, and the others indifferently.
She pointed in the air. "Great Void Sword!"
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