Hu San didn't care at all, but his heart was filled with turmoil. It was not so bad that the spiritual vein of Dongqi County collapsed. If there were more formations like this...
Without spiritual veins and immortal mountains, cultivators will either go to seize other people's territories or move away from Wu Zhou. Either option will lead to constant disputes within and outside Wu Zhou.
Everyone knows their own business. Hu San is very clear about the current situation in Wu Zhou. It seems stagnant on the surface, but it is actually extremely chaotic due to internal strife. If a natural disaster like the collapse of the spirit vein occurs, and then a few organized and premeditated man-made disasters occur, the result is self-evident. Qing Qian is a lesson learned.
Fox Three's scalp tingled, and he suppressed his fear: "Master Zhao, how many dragon trap formations do you Qingqian people have?"
"you guess!"
"… "
Lu Bei took a deep breath and came back to his senses from the shock. People's sorrows and joys are not the same. Hu San was worried that Wu Zhou would be overthrown, while he was worried about the inheritance left to him by his cheap master.
I remember very clearly that when we first explored the ruins, Mo Buxiu mentioned in the letter that if the spiritual vein had not collapsed, it would not have been discovered for two hundred years.
At that time, he thought Mo Buxiu had made a mistake and even laughed secretly.
Now it seems that Mo Buxiu didn't make a mistake in his calculations, but was too right. The spiritual vein of Dongyang County where the ruins were located collapsed, which led to She Xuan's blind snake encountering a dead rat.
This is not the point. Of the three bronze boxes left by Mo Buxiu, Lu Bei jumped into the map and opened one in advance. The remaining two were far from meeting the conditions for opening due to insufficient cultivation. If these two ruins were also discovered in advance due to the collapse of the spiritual veins...
MD, you are dead!
Lu Bei looked at Zhao Xiayang with murderous intent and said in hatred: "The remnants of Qingqian have committed heinous crimes and deserve to be killed!"
Fox Three perked up and looked at Lu Bei with admiration. Although he was thick-skinned, black-hearted, cunning and suspicious, he never gave up his ambition to serve his country. He was a good seedling. If he was tricked into Xuanyin Division and trained for a few years, he would definitely be a capable general.
Isn’t this what my mother called her right-hand man? I finally found him!
Thinking of this, Chu He, the former right-hand man, immediately lost interest.
"What a remnant of the Qing Gan clan! Here is my head, come and take it if you want." Zhao Xiayang sealed the bleeding wound and opened his arms, looking provocative as if he was kneeling down to beg for the silver bracelet.
Lu Bei didn't know where Zhao Xiayang got his confidence from, and neither did Hu San. The two of them kept silent, deciding to wait for the other party to make a move. After being silent for a long time, the people in Xuanyin Division could no longer hold back, and after Chu He nodded his permission, they waved their long swords and killed the people in Qingshui Sect.
The war started again, and the disciples of Qingshui Sect were unwilling to be killed. The two sides rushed to one place, with swords flashing and sabers flying...
The moment it was swung, it disappeared into thin air.
A horrifying scene appeared. Ice-blue spiritual veins crisscrossed the stone formation. They were originally dormant, but suddenly erupted under some unknown guidance.
Blue tentacles like lightning popped out, sweeping away the flashes of swords and sabers. Not only that, anyone who used magic power on the scene had nowhere to escape. Once they were entangled by the tentacles and their bodies were pulled lightly, they turned into ashes.
In just a blink of an eye, without even a sound, most of the people in the field were blown away by the wind. Those who ran slowly, or those like Lu Bei who did not take action, watched in fear as large pieces of ashes were blown up.
"Beautiful, this scenery is breathtaking."
Zhao Xiayang clapped his hands in praise, and was quite disappointed that he didn't trick Fox Three: "Zhao forgot to say that the collapse of the spiritual vein is not something that can happen overnight. The Dragon Trap Formation is still in operation. As for the missing spiritual energy... Zhao can only say that the Dragon Trap Formation is very hungry, very hungry. If you don't want to become a meal for the earth dragon, it's better not to use your cultivation magic power."
Heaven created all things to nourish man, and man has nothing to repay Heaven. As much as he has taken before, he must return the same amount now.
"Despicable! I have never seen anyone as shameless as you!"
Fox Three cursed loudly, took off his Qiankun bag, and took off his clothes, leaving only a pair of shorts on.
When traveling in the martial arts world, he always remembers to be on the lookout for traps. His clothes and Qiankun bag contain hidden traps. If he doesn't take them off now, it will be too late when the passive attack is triggered and the spiritual veins are attacked.
Lu Bei was dumbfounded. A boy should learn to protect himself when he goes out. Even if he is imprisoned, he must not be harmed by witches, witches or fairies. He said he learned it.
The disciples of Qingshui Sect looked at their leader in disbelief. They knew that Zhao Xiayang concealed the truth in order to lure Xuanyinsi into a trap, but so many loyal brothers and sisters were doomed to disaster just because of Zhao Xiayang's trick to lure the enemy...
We are all close friends!
The rabbit dies and the fox mourns. The disciples of Qingshui Sect have complicated feelings, some are disappointed, some are confused, and they feel indescribably uncomfortable.
Zhao Xiayang didn't care at all. He had only one mission in establishing Qingshui Gate, which was to wait for the right opportunity to activate the Dragon Trap Formation, subvert the spiritual veins of Dongqi County, and destroy the foundation of the local cultivators. Once the task was accomplished in the future, Qingqian could raise an army to restore his country.
To him, the disciples of Qingshui Sect were tools used to cover up his identity and were no longer valuable. He didn't care what they felt, whether they were sad or happy.
"Let's start with you!"
Zhao Xiayang strode towards Hu San, breathing in and out qi that turned into sword energy, his thick blood surging, making his muscles swell, and every step he took left a deep footprint on the ground.
Purple air came, covering his face. Lu Bei's eyes twitched and he took back his previous words. It was Fox Three who should be damned. He wondered if it was too late for him to turn from evil to good.
He raised his hand and pushed Fox Three: "Go ahead, as you said, it's easy to kill him."
"Gulp!"
Fox Three swallowed his saliva and smiled awkwardly: "Brother, to be honest, I have a younger sister, who is more graceful and beautiful than me, and is currently waiting to be married."
Bah, shameless!
Lu Bei had a look of disgust on his face. As he was not interested in women, he stepped back three meters.
Indeed, due to the collapse of the spiritual vein, the treasure left to him by Mo Buxiu might be picked up by outsiders. This hatred is irreconcilable, and he wishes he could raise his sword and kill all the remaining evildoers of Qing Gan one by one.
But revenge requires strength. In the Dragon Trap, you cannot use mana, and you cannot even open the Qiankun Bag. If you move, you will be dead. Not only can you not use the two trump cards "Blood Nest" and "Backtracking", but even the ordinary attack skills such as "Dark Tide" that charge + critical hit cannot be used.
Having basic attributes that crush cultivators of the same realm does not mean that one can suppress those in the Baodan realm who follow the path of physical cultivation. Zhao Xiayang's basic attributes are also not bad, and he has the ability to control Qi to form a sword. Will he risk his life to fight
At this time, not to mention that Fox Three has a beautiful sister, even if all the female members of the family were present, all of them were charming and enchanting, Lu Bei would always stick to his principles and would not get close to women.
"Don't panic, brother. You are still the assistant this time."
Fox San controlled his Qi and transmitted his message through ventriloquism: "I am holding back the man surnamed Zhao. The Dragon Trap Formation is still in operation and will not stop for at least ten years. You took the opportunity to destroy the center of the formation. Today's life or death depends on you."
Lu Bei snorted coldly and replied loudly: "You are dreaming. Ding is a coward who only wants to survive. If you want to break the formation, go find someone else!"
After saying that, he turned around and left, disappearing into the stone passage behind.
Fox San's mouth twitched, and he kept cursing with his head down. When he saw Zhao Xiayang approaching with a grin, his face immediately turned grim, and he pointed his fingers like a sword at his heart.
“Puff!”
Fox Three spurted blood from his mouth, and his muscles bulged. He did not know what forbidden technique he used, but his blood flowed faster and his heart rumbled like a drum. His skin burned red, his delicate body swelled to two meters tall, and his pores evaporated red blood. He looked like a ghost in a sea of blood and a mountain of corpses, and his previous beauty was gone.
"Chu He, I'll hold Zhao Xiayang back, go and destroy the center of the formation!"
Fox Sanda shouted, stepped forward and punched straight at Zhao Xiayang's face, leaving a red steam trail behind. His speed was not much slower than that of Zhao Xiayang who was giving his all.
"What a great move that can burn blood and break veins. Your morale is commendable. I, Zhao, would like to see how much blood you have to burn!" Zhao Xiayang sneered, clenched his five fingers into a fist, and responded to Hu San with a straight punch.
boom!!
Huge air waves were surging, and sharp whistling and explosions filled the air. In the distance, all the Qingshui Sect disciples opened their mouths and rolled their eyes, like dehydrated fish, who were punched on the head after they got ashore.
Chu He received the order, shook his body and woke up. He led the remaining four Xuanyinsi spies and rushed straight to the center of the formation.
Around them, disciples of Qingshui Sect woke up one after another. Some of them lowered their heads with complicated expressions, neither stopping nor saying a word. Others remained loyal to Zhao Xiayang and drew their swords to kill him.
As for Fox Three, he burned his blood and risked his life to gain powerful explosive power. For a while, he fought with Zhao Xiayang on equal terms. The two fought further and further away, and people and horses fell wherever they passed. The aftermath of the air wave alone caused massive casualties.
But any discerning person could see that Zhao Xiayang was handling the situation with ease, like a cat playing with a mouse, with some strength left over. Fox Three wouldn't be able to hold on for long before he was covered in blood, and defeat was inevitable.
In the corner, Lu Bei poked his head out and stared at the dragon's eye with narrowed eyes.