funbook-pk Chapter 120 Big move
Chapter 120 Big move
When the cultivators of Qingyun Sect heard this, they were angry but did not dare to show it. After all, the one who said this was Si Qianning of Wanjian Sect. If they displeased her, she might be beaten even harder than Luo Shan.
After all, this kind of thing has happened before.
Seeing this, Li Shu had no choice but to leave with the monks of Qingyun Sect.
Luo Shan did not stop them. As for whether the other party would complain to the Jindan Zhenren, they must have heard what he said just now.
Just as Luo Shan had guessed, after the Qingyun Sect disciples left, they also discussed whether or not to report the matter to the elders.
"Senior Brother Li, that female cultivator from Southern Xinjiang is so rampant and her strength is much higher than ours. I'm afraid that Senior Brother is no match for her. Should we talk to the elders?" The only female cultivator in Qingyun Sect spoke up.
She felt that she should ask the elders to take the blame for them. After all, this was Dongyue. Even if the people from the Southern Xinjiang Corpse Puppetry knew that Luo Shan died at the hands of their Qingyun Sect, would they dare to come to Dongyue to avenge her?
"Elder He is Ling Wanran's master. Can you guarantee that he won't show any sympathy?"
Li Shu snorted coldly. Not only was he robbed of his spiritual stones by Luo Shan, but he also lost a magic ship. You can imagine how bad his mood was.
"If we really have compassion, and wait for Ling Wanran to leave Dongyue and go to Southern Xinjiang to expose the matter, do you think those Southern Xinjiang corpse puppets will let us go?"
"Then according to what Senior Brother said, don't we have to bear this humiliation ourselves?"
The female cultivator had an unsightly expression on her face. When she thought about the fact that she had not only lost her spirit stones but was also beaten, she felt her blood boiling and the anger rushing to her head.
"No rush, keep this in mind first. It won't be too late to take revenge when we have the strength." Li Shu said viciously.
The male cultivator on the other flying sword whispered:
"But that female cultivator is advancing too fast. If we want to take revenge, we can only become a Jindan Zhenren when she is still in the late stage of foundation building. Otherwise, how can we defeat her alone?"
The cultivators of Qingyun Sect were silent. The Golden Core Stage was such a long distance for them. With the cultivation speed of the female cultivator, they would probably still be in the Foundation Establishment Stage by the time she became a Golden Core.
"Senior Brother Li, let's just forget it." The other male cultivator didn't really want to provoke such an enemy and was somewhat hesitant.
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"Fellow Daoist Luo Shan, would you like to go with us to the Deep Realm?" Si Qianning put the giant axe back on his back.
"We just came from the south, and the monsters seem to have made some big moves." Seeing that there was no way to exchange ideas, Si Qianning lost interest in chatting here.
"Big move?" Luo Shan frowned. No wonder she only saw a few low-level monsters after searching in this sea area for a long time.
"Yes, when my brother and I came from the south, we saw many monsters going to the deep area." Si Qianning said.
“I remember that was the battlefield where most of the cultivators in the city and the disciples of the top three sects fought against the demon race.”
Ling Wanran's expression also became solemn. From what Si Qianning said, it was obvious that the demon clan wanted to capture all the cultivators from the top three sects and Wuwang City in one fell swoop.
"In that case, let's go to the Deep Realm together." The Deep Realm is a battlefield between humans and demons encircled by the Wuwang Sea.
Originally, the demon tribe had already broken through the barrier of Wuwang City, but with the timely support of the three upper sects, the demon tribe was driven away from the sea area surrounding Wuwang City within half a year.
"Okay." Ling Wanran nodded. Even if Luo Shan didn't go, she would go too.
The four of them boarded the magic ship and headed towards the deep realm. As they got closer and closer to the deep realm, the smell of blood in the air became stronger and stronger. The expressions of the four people who were originally talking became more solemn.
"Senior Brother, is that Song Guili?" From afar, one could see four monsters in the air trapping a male cultivator in white.
The sword light shot up into the sky as if it would pierce the sky. In just a moment, the four monsters howled, fell into the water, and created a thousand layers of huge waves.
"Song Guili's swordsmanship has improved again." Bai Yue sighed, but he did not feel jealous. After all, he did not feel that he was inferior to the other party.
"Brother, have you ever fought with Song Guili?" Si Qianning asked curiously. Luo Shan next to him also moved his ears and listened carefully.
"No, his swordsmanship is different from mine. He cultivates the swordsmanship, while I cultivate the ultimate swordsmanship."
It would be difficult to tell who is really stronger. After all, these geniuses who are cultivated by their sects with all their efforts have many cards in their hands. If it is not a matter of life and death, but only of winning or losing, it would be difficult to determine who is stronger.
"Is that so? I would like to have a fight with him!" Si Qianning looked at Song Guili flying towards them, her eyes bright.
"Si Qianning, I advise you not to seek trouble for yourself." Bai Yue twitched his mouth. His junior sister was a warmonger in the sect.
"Bai Yue, Fellow Daoist Luo Shan, Fellow Daoist Ling, Fellow Daoist Si." Song Guili put away his sword and looked at Luo Shan and others who suddenly appeared with confusion.
"What's going on ahead?" Bai Yue asked first, and then told them that they had discovered something big had happened to the demon clan.
Song Guili's already cold expression became even colder: "Thank you, Brother Bai. I will send a message to Uncle Wuhen."
On the deep domain battlefield in the distance, Wuhen Sword Master and the other three Nascent Souls stood in mid-air, confronting the five Nascent Soul monsters opposite them, but did not take action.
In the sea below, countless human monks were fighting against monsters and sea monsters. The sea water within a hundred miles of the battlefield was dyed red.
Wuhen Sword Master looked solemnly at the burly demon in the late Nascent Soul stage who had transformed into a human form opposite him, and the Jade Bone Sword behind him hummed and trembled.
“Wuhen, my demon clan doesn’t want much. If you give up Wuwang City and the three surrounding cities, we can avoid a fierce battle.” The burly demon cultivator looked coldly at the battlefield between the demons and humans below.
For people of their level of cultivation, the battlefield below is nothing but child's play. The ones who can really decide the outcome of the battle are the four Nascent Soul cultivators opposite them.
Although they had one more Nascent Soul on their side than the other side, they were still quite wary of the Wuji Sect's Sword Master Wuhen.
"Dream on." Wuhen Sword Master was very frugal with his words. Just two words made the face of the late Nascent Soul stage demon opposite him darken.
"Wuhen, there are many Nascent Soul sea monsters in the Wuwang Sea. Do you think you can go back safely once they arrive?" This is their home ground, yet Wuhen is so arrogant.
"Even if you can get away, can you guarantee that your human cultivators can return to the city safely?"
"Are you threatening me?" Wuhen glanced at the other party expressionlessly with murderous intent in his eyes. The Jade Bone Sword behind him seemed to sense its master's emotions. It trembled for a while and then stabbed directly at the Nascent Soul demon.
"How dare you, a little sword spirit, act so rashly!" The Nascent Soul Demon Cultivator snorted coldly and raised his hand to hit it, blocking the sword spirit several meters in front of him.
"Come back." Wuwang said softly, and with a wave of his hand, the Jade Bone Sword flew back.
Lying in the hands of Lord Wuhen Sword, it hummed and vibrated, as if telling of its grievances.
"Its skin is very thick and tough." Wuhen Sword Master said, but he saw the communication jade pendant on his waist move. He reached out to take it off, probed his spiritual sense into it, and his brows frowned instantly.
Not far away, Master Xuanzhen saw Master Wuhen Jian in such a state, so he asked through voice transmission:
"Fellow Daoist Wuhen, what happened?"