"Fellow Taoist Qiao Mingce, what kind of magic weapon is the candle you used just now? Are there any more?" the leader of Qiuzhen Academy asked, "We still have some disciples trapped in the fog, and that kind of candle may help us find them. "
"Sorry, there is only one candle." Qiao Mingce looked at the fog and said solemnly, "And the fog covers a wide area. Even if there are extra candles, it may be difficult to rescue people."
The leader of Qiuzhen Academy frowned: "Then let's try it and see if we can break this formation."
"I think it's best for us to leave now." Qiao Mingce reminded, "This formation is to absorb the monk's mana and vitality. The person who set up the formation should be nearby."
After hearing this, everyone looked stern and began to discuss countermeasures. Finally, they decided to leave first and wait for the elders of the sect before making plans. Although they also wanted to save their disciples, this formation was too sinister and beyond their capabilities.
However, their action was still a step too late.
"Now that you're here, don't leave." A cold voice suddenly reached everyone's ears, and then they saw a black mist, as if it were alive, spiraling from the ground and gradually condensing into a human shape.
He wore a mask on his face, his long hair was messy, and he was filled with evil energy. His cold eyes stared at everyone like poisonous snakes.
"Demon cultivator!" Everyone took out their weapons and pointed at each other warily.
Sang Rong's eyes swept over them one by one. When he accidentally caught a glimpse of Wei He, his eyes instantly burst out with excitement and bloodthirsty light.
That day at Qilin Mountain, Sang Rong originally wanted to plot against Wei He, but unexpectedly, he was invaded by the Nascent Soul of the Demon Cultivator and attempted to seize his body. Fortunately, he had a system that not only preserved his soul, but also refined the demon infant and forced him into the devil's path.
The demon cultivator has always been shameless for the righteous way. His ideal is to become a strong man that everyone is looking for, rather than a demon cultivator that everyone despises. At first, he resisted, but after personally experiencing the benefits of the demon cultivator, he completely changed his mind. Put aside your worries and join the path of magic.
In the past few years of practice, my cultivation level may not have improved much, but by practicing according to Lei Yin's techniques, my cultivation speed has improved by leaps and bounds. Now he is already a master in the late Nascent Soul stage. If he refines the monks in front of him, he will definitely be able to break through to the God Transformation stage.
It's just that Sang Rong didn't expect that Wei He's current cultivation level had actually reached the Nascent Soul stage, which made the negative emotions he had suppressed for many years resurface in his mind.
It doesn't matter, no matter how talented he was in the past, it can only be his nourishment today.
Sang Rong didn't waste any time. He took out the Cang Yue Sword from the storage ring and directly attacked everyone.
Although the Cang Yue Sword became a bit strange due to being contaminated with demonic energy, Wei He still recognized it at a glance, and a flash of surprise flashed across his face.
He is... Sangrong
How could Sang Rong join the devil's path
Without thinking much, the battle has already begun.
The highest cultivation level of these sect disciples is only at the early stage of Nascent Soul. Facing Sangrong in the late Nascent Soul stage, the numerical advantage could not be used at all. What's even more frightening is that Sang Rong's moves have predatory properties. As long as he comes into contact with him, his mana will be lost quickly.
The Cang Yue Sword in Sang Rong's hand was also a powerful weapon. He used the weapon refining secrets stolen from the Wei family and the system's treasure identification function to find a lot of heavenly and earthly treasures, and restocked the Cang Yue Sword for tempering. , turning this flying sword that was supposed to be famous into a demonic sword full of resentment. It can cooperate with magic skills to absorb the opponent's vitality, replenish Sang Rong's consumption, and make him more courageous as he fights.
Sang Rong seemed to enjoy the pleasure of toying with the favored men of heaven. From time to time, he would leave a few sword marks on their bodies. Seeing how pitiful they clearly wanted to kill him but could not do anything about him, it was really sad. It's so exciting.
"Sang Rong." Wei He opened his umbrella and blocked Sang Rong's attack. Their eyes collided at close range, and Wei He called out his name smoothly.
"Huh." Sang Rong tried to pretend to be cool, but couldn't suppress the pride in his heart and responded, "Long time no see."
"It's really you!" Wei He's face was solemn, and a cold light flashed in his eyes.
"So what if it's me?" Sang Rong had a ghostly figure and struck a sword with his backhand, drawing a deep blood mark on Wei He's arm. The blood was sucked into the Cang Yue Sword.
Wei He asked without changing his expression: "Did you steal the things left by my ancestors?"
"Haha." Sang Rong did not answer, but suddenly took out an artifact and threw it at him.
Wei He dodged to avoid it, but he couldn't avoid it. The object was a dark purple rope, which rippled along with his magic power and bound him tightly.
The Immortal Binding Rope is a well-known weapon in the world of cultivation. It is difficult to refine, but it can be used beyond levels. Sang Rong took advantage of the treasure appraisal system and used the Wei family's weapon refining method to create this fairy binding rope. It's just that this fairy binding rope is refined by demonic energy. In addition to trapping enemies, it also has the function of absorbing mana.
Wei He was the one whom Sang Rong hated the most, so he naturally took special care of him. It was undoubtedly the greatest humiliation for him to be captured with weapons made using his family's weapon refining techniques.
But Sang Rong obviously underestimated Wei He's strength and judged his strength purely based on his cultivation level. Wei He in the early Yuanying stage was indeed not as good as him in the late Yuanying stage, but Wei He's years were not wasted. The flames he released had long since mutated from ordinary spiritual fire into hell fire, and could theoretically burn all things. Although the Immortal Binding Rope refined by Sang Rong is powerful, its grade is only top grade.
I saw a cluster of black flames igniting on the fairy binding rope, preventing it from continuing to absorb his mana.
"It's useless. With your current strength, it's impossible to get rid of the Immortal Binding Rope." Sang Rong's tone was filled with pride, but as soon as he finished speaking, the Immortal Binding Rope that was said to be inescapable fell off Wei He's body. .
Sang Rong: "???"
The Immortal Binding Rope was made using the Wei family's weapon refining method. Although the descendants of the Wei family have not completely passed it down, they still understand the basic techniques. How to refine it and how to use it has its own set of techniques.
Sang Rong wanted to humiliate the descendants of the Wei family with the weapons refined by the Wei family's exercises, but he was just asking for humiliation.
Wei He also confirmed his previous guesses and determined to get back the lost things of the Wei family.
Sang Rong was so angry that he stopped joking and became truly murderous.
The demonic energy around him surged, and the rest of the people who besieged him were caught off guard and dispersed.
A piece of mist slowly rose. Although the spreading speed was not as fast as in the formation, it was enough to make everyone's expressions change suddenly. The experience just now was vivid in their minds, and there were no extra candles to help them get out of trouble this time.
"Let's go!" Someone shouted.
Dozens of figures immediately rushed out.
No one noticed, a strange smile appeared on the corner of Sang Rong's mouth...
On the other side, several sects also received the messages from their disciples and responded quickly, sending their disciples to support them.
Yuanchu also set off, taking Jun Xiaobu with him.
Jun Xiaobu has been cultivating in the mountains for these years and has never gone out to practice. The Buddhist Dharma she practiced was even rarer than the Taoist Dharma in this era. Buddhism pays too much attention to understanding. As the spiritual energy becomes thinner and thinner, orthodox Buddhist practice becomes less and less, until it finally declined thousands of years ago.
"Sister, you knew they would be in danger, why didn't you warn them?" Jun Xiaobu asked curiously.
"The path of spiritual practice is full of dangers. I can remind you once, but I can't remind you for a lifetime." Yuan Chu sat on an object shaped like a boat and flew in the air. If someone looks up, he may see a small boat flying through the clouds.
"But what if they perish because of this?" Jun Xiaobu asked again.
"I can't decide their life or death." Yuanchu could only stand at the intersection of life and death and point out a way for them to survive when they faced a life-and-death struggle. If someone had to go to the road of death, there was nothing she could do.
Jun Xiaobu nodded in understanding, with a look of surprise on his face.
When the two were only a few dozen miles away from Wei He and others, they had already fallen into a demonic barrier created by Sang Rong.
Everyone thought that the surrounding fog was the same as the one in the formation, capable of absorbing their mana and vitality. In fact, the fog only served to confuse people and create illusions. In fear and panic, everyone easily fell into the trap and became trapped in their own hallucinations.
Sang Rong ignored the others and just wanted to deal with Wei He first.
However, Wei He had received excellent results in the realm assessment, had a tough mind, and had a certain resistance to this fog.
When Sang Rong made a sneak attack, Wei He felt the crisis keenly, broke away from the hallucination in an instant, and narrowly blocked his killing move.
"Damn it!" Sang Rong was furious, raised his magic sword and attacked crazily.
With his strength, there was no need for any sneak attacks, but he subconsciously felt that Wei He was a strong man and was unwilling to challenge him head-on.
It wasn't until Wei He was bruised and bruised by him that he couldn't help laughing wildly: "Hahaha, it turns out you are nothing more than that!"
He did not realize that the absolute advantage he gained was a flaw deliberately left by Wei He. Just when he was getting carried away, the Xuanxiao Umbrella split into two parts, and the two parts split into four parts, and attacked at the same time, breaking through the demonic energy around him and attacking his vitals.
"Ah!" Sang Rong screamed. When he gathered his demonic energy again and rushed out of the Xuanxiao Umbrella formation, there were countless burn marks on his body.
Before he could fight back, a huge word "press" appeared in the air next to him, causing him to stagnate and suddenly fall several meters from the air.
After finally resisting the pressure, another golden thunder volleyed down, followed by the wind blade and wooden vine. The few people cooperated tacitly and caught Sang Rong off guard.
Sang Rong's eyes flashed with ferocity, and he stepped heavily on the ground with both feet, holding on to the wooden vine tightly. The demonic energy flowed along the vine, and he controlled the wooden vine with his backhand, tightly entangling Qiao Mingce, Feng Hao, Situ and others who had just taken action. .
The reason why Wei He was skipped was because of his underworld fire.
Wei He took action decisively, trying to cut off the wooden vines that entangled everyone, but Qiao Mingce shouted: "Wait a minute."
Unfortunately, he couldn't stop it in time, and the black flames had already burned the vines.
The next second, Feng Hao and others let out a muffled groan one after another, blood oozed from the corners of their mouths, and their faces turned pale.
Wei He's pupils narrowed and he quickly understood the current situation.
Sang Rong used Mu Teng as a medium to tie Qiao Mingce and others together, absorb their mana, and let them share the damage.
Wei He's attack would only fall on them, but Sang Rong would not be hurt or itchy. Unless Qiao Mingce and others died, it would be difficult to cause harm to him.
"Come on, come and kill me." Sang Rong provoked Wei He in the air.
While talking, he entangled a few more people with wooden vines. The more people he entangles, the stronger he becomes.
If Wei He attacks him, he will transfer the damage to others. If Wei He doesn't attack, he will suck the others dry.
At this time, Sangrong was like a giant octopus, swinging its tentacles arrogantly in the fog, ugly and evil.
Wei He held onto the Xuanxiao Umbrella tightly and thought of countermeasures in his mind.
However, there was not much time left for him.
He suddenly put away the Xuanxiao umbrella, then drew out a short sword and stabbed Sang Rong straight.
"Stupid!" Sang Rong snorted, his fatal injury accelerating the death of others.
Don't dodge or evade, just let him stab the dagger into his chest, and wait calmly and contentedly for others to scream in agony. However, the screams did not sound, and those people seemed to be very comfortable
Sang Rong: "???"
He soon discovered that Wei He was not using a dagger, but a charger that looked like a dagger—a magic weapon condensed from the essence of elixirs and used to replenish spiritual power. As long as it was pierced into the body, it would instantly Will be converted into spiritual power.
Sang Rong didn't know what was going on and transferred the spiritual power to others as damage. No wonder those people had expressions of lust as if they had taken Shiquan Dabu Pill.
No, who is too lazy to make the essence of spiritual grass into the shape of a dagger? ? ? (Original: Haha.)
While Sang Rong was stunned, Wei He pulled out another dagger and stabbed him in the chest again.
Sang Rong sneered: Do you think I will still be fooled
Phew!
The dagger entered the body and blood spurted out.
Sang Rong: "!!!"
What about the charger you promised? ?
The author has something to say: There is only so much for today, there will be a big chapter tomorrow~~