Chapter 455 Unlucky Wang Changhao (Part 4)
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Xiao Shi Yi Mo
Chapter 455 Unlucky Wang Changhao (fourth more)
Once the woman in the golden skirt died, the cyan giant sword also regained its freedom.
Wang Qingshan pinched the sword art, Qinglian Zimu sword flew towards him, hovering in front of him, the sword was still stained with some blood.
He took out a white cloth, carefully wiped the blood on the sword body, washed it with clean water, wiped it again, and took it back into his body.
Wang Qingshan put away the flying sword, a puppet beast, and quickly walked to the corpses of the two Hundred Flowers Sect disciples, and took away their belongings, especially the golden lotus mirror.
Wang Qingshan walked towards the cave, he spent time refining the golden lotus mirror, with this magical artifact in his hand, he would have an extra hole card when facing the enemy.
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In a certain black forest, Wang Ruyan was sitting on the ground with a phoenix in front of her. Her slender fingers quickly slid across the strings. Beside her, there was a huge yellow tortoise. The yellow tortoise stood up. A few light white marks.
A small blue umbrella was propped on top of Wang Ruyan's head, and a large blue glow covered Wang Ruyan inside.
Behind Wang Ruyan, two huge black praying mantises fell in a pool of blood.
Opposite Wang Ruyan, there was a man and a woman, their eyes were closed tightly, and their faces were painful.
There were several large pits on the nearby ground, and there was a burst of heat in the pits, and two big trees were submerged by billowing flames.
As time passed, the sound of the piano became melodious and desolate, as if telling some tragic story.
A thin layer of sweat oozed from Wang Ruyan's forehead, and her complexion was slightly pale.
Her eyes turned cold, and her jade fingers quickly slid across the strings, and a dozen giant wind blades several feet long flew out.
With two sounds of "噗噗", the heads of the two were chopped off by the giant wind blade, and they fell to the ground. They couldn't die anymore, and the ground was stained red with blood.
Wang Ruyan breathed a sigh of relief, and said to himself: "It's been a long time since I played a song, and this "Song of the Lost Soul" is a bit rusty."
She stood up, pinched Fajue, and the Fengweiqin turned into a blue light and flew into her mouth and disappeared.
This natal artifact was refined for her by Wang Changsheng himself. It has been cultivated in her dantian for more than ten years, and this is the first time she uses it.
Wang Ruyan stood up, put away the corpses of the two black praying mantises, searched the belongings of the two monks, and set fire to the corpses.
She rested in the dense forest for a while, and after recovering her mana in sevens and eighties, she walked towards the distance.
The double-eyed mouse she domesticated had already died in the mouth of the monster, so she could only wander around and try her luck.
Speaking of it, the Wang family's background is too shallow, and they have no experience in exploring the secret caves. The disciples of the Cultivation of Immortals seem to have some way to gather together.
If she could meet Wang Qingshan and the other three, her survival rate would be higher, and her harvest should be even greater.
······
At the foot of a certain peak, three men and a woman were fighting fiercely, and one of them was Wang Changhao.
Wang Changhao groaned in his heart, he never thought that his luck would be so bad that he would meet three disciples from Colorful Sect, two of them were of the third level of foundation building, and one was of the fifth level of foundation building.
Relying on five Tier [-] puppets, Wang Changhao barely resisted the attacks of the three of them. Several gleaming magic weapons hit Wang Changhao's body shield, and there was a muffled sound of frying beans.
"Three friends, there is no reason, we don't need to fight you to the death! I am not hindering you!"
Wang Changhao said in a deep voice, intending to stop and make peace.
"The things in the Jinyangzong ruins belong to our monks from the Tang Dynasty. How can you have any share from the monks from the Wei Kingdom? You can only blame your bad luck when you meet us."
A tall and thin middle-aged man sneered.
Wang Changhao's heart sank, he knew the situation was not good, he took out two black round beads, threw them towards the middle-aged man, and shouted: "Eat my two Tianleizi."
"Not good, Tianleizi! Hide quickly."
When the middle-aged man heard the word "Tianleizi", his expression changed drastically, and he hurriedly raised a red shield to block in front of him.
There were two muffled "pops", the black ball shattered, and a large black smoke gushed out from it, rushing towards the three disciples of the Colorful Sect.
They didn't dare to inhale the thick black smoke, for fear of being poisonous, they hurriedly applied shields to themselves.
Taking advantage of this opportunity, Wang Changhao sacrificed several large fireball symbols, which turned into several giant fireballs and smashed towards the three of them.
"Boom!"
A huge roar sounded, and the flames billowed.
After two breaths, the flame collapsed and disappeared, and Wang Changhao also disappeared.
"Damn it, I was tricked."
The middle-aged man cursed, showing unwillingness on his face.
At this moment, a rapid scream sounded.
The middle-aged man showed joy, and hastily took out a communication disk from his arms. A spell was hit on it, and a man's voice suddenly sounded: "Li Gan, where are you? How many people are there?"
"Senior Brother Chen, there are three people on my side."
"I'll send a signal talisman and join me right away. The inheritance of Jin Yangzong is the most important thing. Put other things aside first."
The man's voice was relatively flat, full of undeniable taste.
"Yes, Senior Brother Chen."
Not long after, a dazzling red light appeared in the sky and turned into a giant fireball, which could be seen from far away.
"Let's go, meet Senior Brother Chen."
The middle-aged man released a red flying boat, carrying his companions to the place where the giant fireball was.
The same scene appeared in various places, and the leaders of various sects sent signals one after another to summon their fellow sects.
In the Jinyangzong site, the more monks who established the foundation, the higher the chance of saving their lives. Of course, everyone's gains will definitely be reduced.
······
On a certain low soil slope, Wang Qingshan looked at the sky from a distance, and there was a huge tiger pattern in the sky.
Not long after, several streaks of light appeared in the sky, flying towards the direction of the tiger pattern.
Wang Qingshan understands that this is the people from Xiuxian sect who are anxious to join the sect.
There are at least twenty foundation-building monks in a sect, and he doesn't want to run into these people.
A blue light lit up under his feet, which turned into a gust of breeze, and ran in the opposite direction.
······
In a certain dense forest, Wang Changhao's complexion turned pale and turned into an afterimage, quickly walking through the dense forest.
Hundreds of feet away behind him, hundreds of blue demon wolves are chasing after him.
Wang Changhao was about to scold people, his luck was not good, he had just escaped with the Fire Escape Talisman, only to encounter a group of monster wolves, there were as many as five of the second-order monster wolves.
"Ow!"
The wolf king let out a howl, opened his mouth and sprayed out a giant wind blade, and went straight to Wang Changhao.
At the same time, the other cyan wolves followed suit, spraying cyan wind blades to attack Wang Changhao.
Hearing the sound of "嗤嗤" breaking through the air, Wang Changhao groaned in his heart, and hurriedly threw several earthen wall amulets behind him, which turned into several yellow earthen walls more than ten feet high, blocking behind him.
(End of this chapter)
Once the woman in the golden skirt died, the cyan giant sword also regained its freedom.
Wang Qingshan pinched the sword art, Qinglian Zimu sword flew towards him, hovering in front of him, the sword was still stained with some blood.
He took out a white cloth, carefully wiped the blood on the sword body, washed it with clean water, wiped it again, and took it back into his body.
Wang Qingshan put away the flying sword, a puppet beast, and quickly walked to the corpses of the two Hundred Flowers Sect disciples, and took away their belongings, especially the golden lotus mirror.
Wang Qingshan walked towards the cave, he spent time refining the golden lotus mirror, with this magical artifact in his hand, he would have an extra hole card when facing the enemy.
······
In a certain black forest, Wang Ruyan was sitting on the ground with a phoenix in front of her. Her slender fingers quickly slid across the strings. Beside her, there was a huge yellow tortoise. The yellow tortoise stood up. A few light white marks.
A small blue umbrella was propped on top of Wang Ruyan's head, and a large blue glow covered Wang Ruyan inside.
Behind Wang Ruyan, two huge black praying mantises fell in a pool of blood.
Opposite Wang Ruyan, there was a man and a woman, their eyes were closed tightly, and their faces were painful.
There were several large pits on the nearby ground, and there was a burst of heat in the pits, and two big trees were submerged by billowing flames.
As time passed, the sound of the piano became melodious and desolate, as if telling some tragic story.
A thin layer of sweat oozed from Wang Ruyan's forehead, and her complexion was slightly pale.
Her eyes turned cold, and her jade fingers quickly slid across the strings, and a dozen giant wind blades several feet long flew out.
With two sounds of "噗噗", the heads of the two were chopped off by the giant wind blade, and they fell to the ground. They couldn't die anymore, and the ground was stained red with blood.
Wang Ruyan breathed a sigh of relief, and said to himself: "It's been a long time since I played a song, and this "Song of the Lost Soul" is a bit rusty."
She stood up, pinched Fajue, and the Fengweiqin turned into a blue light and flew into her mouth and disappeared.
This natal artifact was refined for her by Wang Changsheng himself. It has been cultivated in her dantian for more than ten years, and this is the first time she uses it.
Wang Ruyan stood up, put away the corpses of the two black praying mantises, searched the belongings of the two monks, and set fire to the corpses.
She rested in the dense forest for a while, and after recovering her mana in sevens and eighties, she walked towards the distance.
The double-eyed mouse she domesticated had already died in the mouth of the monster, so she could only wander around and try her luck.
Speaking of it, the Wang family's background is too shallow, and they have no experience in exploring the secret caves. The disciples of the Cultivation of Immortals seem to have some way to gather together.
If she could meet Wang Qingshan and the other three, her survival rate would be higher, and her harvest should be even greater.
······
At the foot of a certain peak, three men and a woman were fighting fiercely, and one of them was Wang Changhao.
Wang Changhao groaned in his heart, he never thought that his luck would be so bad that he would meet three disciples from Colorful Sect, two of them were of the third level of foundation building, and one was of the fifth level of foundation building.
Relying on five Tier [-] puppets, Wang Changhao barely resisted the attacks of the three of them. Several gleaming magic weapons hit Wang Changhao's body shield, and there was a muffled sound of frying beans.
"Three friends, there is no reason, we don't need to fight you to the death! I am not hindering you!"
Wang Changhao said in a deep voice, intending to stop and make peace.
"The things in the Jinyangzong ruins belong to our monks from the Tang Dynasty. How can you have any share from the monks from the Wei Kingdom? You can only blame your bad luck when you meet us."
A tall and thin middle-aged man sneered.
Wang Changhao's heart sank, he knew the situation was not good, he took out two black round beads, threw them towards the middle-aged man, and shouted: "Eat my two Tianleizi."
"Not good, Tianleizi! Hide quickly."
When the middle-aged man heard the word "Tianleizi", his expression changed drastically, and he hurriedly raised a red shield to block in front of him.
There were two muffled "pops", the black ball shattered, and a large black smoke gushed out from it, rushing towards the three disciples of the Colorful Sect.
They didn't dare to inhale the thick black smoke, for fear of being poisonous, they hurriedly applied shields to themselves.
Taking advantage of this opportunity, Wang Changhao sacrificed several large fireball symbols, which turned into several giant fireballs and smashed towards the three of them.
"Boom!"
A huge roar sounded, and the flames billowed.
After two breaths, the flame collapsed and disappeared, and Wang Changhao also disappeared.
"Damn it, I was tricked."
The middle-aged man cursed, showing unwillingness on his face.
At this moment, a rapid scream sounded.
The middle-aged man showed joy, and hastily took out a communication disk from his arms. A spell was hit on it, and a man's voice suddenly sounded: "Li Gan, where are you? How many people are there?"
"Senior Brother Chen, there are three people on my side."
"I'll send a signal talisman and join me right away. The inheritance of Jin Yangzong is the most important thing. Put other things aside first."
The man's voice was relatively flat, full of undeniable taste.
"Yes, Senior Brother Chen."
Not long after, a dazzling red light appeared in the sky and turned into a giant fireball, which could be seen from far away.
"Let's go, meet Senior Brother Chen."
The middle-aged man released a red flying boat, carrying his companions to the place where the giant fireball was.
The same scene appeared in various places, and the leaders of various sects sent signals one after another to summon their fellow sects.
In the Jinyangzong site, the more monks who established the foundation, the higher the chance of saving their lives. Of course, everyone's gains will definitely be reduced.
······
On a certain low soil slope, Wang Qingshan looked at the sky from a distance, and there was a huge tiger pattern in the sky.
Not long after, several streaks of light appeared in the sky, flying towards the direction of the tiger pattern.
Wang Qingshan understands that this is the people from Xiuxian sect who are anxious to join the sect.
There are at least twenty foundation-building monks in a sect, and he doesn't want to run into these people.
A blue light lit up under his feet, which turned into a gust of breeze, and ran in the opposite direction.
······
In a certain dense forest, Wang Changhao's complexion turned pale and turned into an afterimage, quickly walking through the dense forest.
Hundreds of feet away behind him, hundreds of blue demon wolves are chasing after him.
Wang Changhao was about to scold people, his luck was not good, he had just escaped with the Fire Escape Talisman, only to encounter a group of monster wolves, there were as many as five of the second-order monster wolves.
"Ow!"
The wolf king let out a howl, opened his mouth and sprayed out a giant wind blade, and went straight to Wang Changhao.
At the same time, the other cyan wolves followed suit, spraying cyan wind blades to attack Wang Changhao.
Hearing the sound of "嗤嗤" breaking through the air, Wang Changhao groaned in his heart, and hurriedly threw several earthen wall amulets behind him, which turned into several yellow earthen walls more than ten feet high, blocking behind him.
(End of this chapter)
