At the border of Fengyang County and Yanchi County, two hundred miles away from the county seat, there is a deep mountain canyon called Luojiaojian.
As the name suggests, something magical happened here.
According to folklore, a hundred years ago, a dragon monster crashed there and created a canyon of moderate size. But as we all know, folklore is just that, and its authenticity is limited.
but……
This is actually true.
The skeleton of the unfortunate dragon monster is still kept in the warehouse of the Mo Shuang Mountain Sect, as a high-quality material for making tools for the true disciples to use, and its dragon pearl has become a piece of jewelry for Elder Shi Yan.
The reason why it died in this remote place is simple.
This demon king, who came from nowhere, was committing atrocities in the local area and called himself the King of Fu Shui.
He forced the people to offer young boys and girls as sacrifices, and was reported to the Immortal Alliance by the local city god. The patrolling law enforcement officers of the Mingli Court took action and hacked the rebellious demon king to death with their swords in less than half an hour.
Before it died, it didn't even have a bite of virgin flesh...
Wang Liufu boasted vividly that before the dragon monster died, it also brought up the Demon Saint Lin Zhu.
Claiming to be the bloodline of the demon saint.
But it's useless.
Once the group of law enforcement monks from Mingli Academy receive orders, nothing can stop them from completing their tasks. They are considered the most ruthless and violent gang in Kumu Territory.
When it comes to cruelty, even the official assassin sect of the Immortal Alliance, the assassins of the Blood Killing Palace, cannot catch up.
That group of ruthless monks are the sharpest knife in the hands of the Immortal Alliance.
But what happened today has little to do with this old news.
Zhu Baifeng, a local cultivator who has been practicing in seclusion in Luojiaojian, is finally about to make a breakthrough after practicing for more than 30 years. He will become a cultivator in the realm of truth.
This is a solitary person.
I don’t have many friends locally, but this is a major breakthrough, so according to the rules of practice, I need to invite some fellow Taoists to come and watch the ceremony and protect the Dharma.
Zhu Baifeng's invitations were sent out a few days ago, and were delivered by several of his disciples to Sanque Mountain, Yunhuo Cave, and several prominent independent cultivators.
The invitees were all rare Cunzhen cultivators in the vicinity of Fengming Country. Although they did not interact much on a daily basis, once Zhu Baifeng successfully broke through, there would be one more Cunzhen cultivator in the local area.
Everyone will give you face.
As for the local top star Mo Shuangshan, Zhu Baifeng was somewhat self-aware and did not send an invitation there. Mo Shuangshan always kept his doors closed to visitors and did not communicate much with the outside world.
After all, they are an official sect among the 33 sects of the Immortal Alliance. They have Immortal Xundao as their leader, and their three elders are all great cultivators in the divine realm.
A mere casual cultivator in the realm of truth has no status at all in Mo Shuangshan's eyes.
He certainly wouldn't go and make trouble for himself.
In the early morning, Zhu Baifeng woke up from a night of meditation. Even if he didn't practice any techniques, this stern-faced middle-aged cultivator could feel the powerful spiritual energy surging in his body.
He was like a wooden barrel filled with water. The spiritual energy escaping from his body was somewhat uncontrollable, and the overflowing spiritual energy in his body had been tempered to its limit over the years.
Once it has been cleansed by the thunder and lightning of heaven and earth, a body full of rich spiritual energy will be able to merge into the flesh, blood, and soul when struck by the thunder and lightning, like a dead tree coming back to life, opening the door to the truth for this body.
It also brings more possibilities to one’s practice and life.
Zhu Baifeng carefully checked his preparations. In order to survive the tribulation, he bought nine thunder-protecting stones from the Hongyan Society, as well as the dragon carp transformation diagram.
These two things consumed all his savings.
But it's worth it.
With this diagram and the Thunder Stone in combination, not only can you help yourself resist the power of thunder, but it will also make it easier to overcome the tribulation.
It is said that there is a very small chance that, when tempering the body through thunder tribulation, a wisp of the nine-day thunder energy between heaven and earth can be absorbed into one's own body, allowing one to gain a trace of the ability to control lightning.
It is extremely difficult for human cultivators to acquire supernatural powers.
As a casual cultivator, he had no support from the sect, could not obtain the best skills, and naturally could not cultivate any magical powers to protect himself.
As a casual cultivator, you have to find every spiritual stone and every immortal coin by yourself.
As a casual cultivator, he even fought hard to snatch this cave in Luojiao Gorge from the hands of a water monster there. He almost died in that battle.
As a casual cultivator, everything is too difficult.
Zhu Baifeng looked at the fish and carp transformation formation arranged outside the cave, facing north and south, and at the nine thunder-controlling stones placed in specific positions.
Look at the arc sparks jumping on the surface of the purple stone.
He thought about his spiritual practice over the past few decades.
When he was a child, he accidentally saved a fallen cultivator and was led on the path of cultivation. His master was targeted by an evil cultivator, who took him and fled from Wuling Kingdom to Fengming Kingdom, but eventually died.
In order to buy precious medicines for practicing, he spent several years refining spiritual energy to collect enough immortal money.
In order to open up the cave and earn immortal money, he even had to condescend to work for mortal merchants, purchase spirit stones every month, and endure the malicious price hikes of Ruyifang.
As a result, he had to accept a few encumbrances as disciples.
It's too difficult.
As Zhu Baifeng recalled the sufferings of the past, the hope in his eyes grew brighter.
today!
As long as he could achieve the realm of truth today, he would be able to leave the remote and poor country of Fengming, go back to Wuling Country, to the more prosperous place in the East, and find a sect to join.
I will no longer have to seek the path to immortality so hard.
He has been in Fengming Country for decades, and it is almost his second home, but every minute and every second here makes him feel disgusted.
He hated this place. There was not enough spiritual energy and spiritual objects... Even the local cultivation community was as desolate as a child playing house.
finally!
Finally, I don’t have to endure the desolation here anymore.
"hehe."
Zhu Baifeng straightened his green robe. He raised his head and looked at the time. In another half hour, it would be the time when the spiritual energy in Luojiaojian would be the most active.
Several invited fellow Taoists should also arrive at that time.
He chuckled, and in his eyes he seemed to have seen the glory of himself becoming a Cunzhen cultivator, and seemed to have heard the congratulations from Sanquezi, Yunhuo Taoist and those casual cultivators.
"Zhu has been practicing hard for more than thirty years. Today, I will defy the will of heaven and change my fate!"
He laughed.
This spiritual laughter spread throughout the cave.
The river water outside Luojiao Gorge was shaken by the shaking. Zhu Baifeng was also alert enough. The difficulties of being a casual cultivator made him develop the habit of making plans before taking action.
Today is an important day and cannot be disturbed, so he set up formations around the cave early in the morning. If anyone breaks in, he can detect it immediately.
Everything is ready.
The casual cultivator Zhu Baifeng took out several magical instruments he had refined and placed them on the stone table. Although these items were not of high quality, they were all made by himself and were his only "treasures".
If it were brought into the realm of thunder and lightning, it would probably be destroyed.
He took out a few more bottles of Spirit Gathering Pills and put them in his sleeves.
If these were top-grade pills bought from Sanquezi Ma Tishu, if once things went wrong during the tribulation and the spiritual energy in the body was depleted, these bottles of pills would be life-saving.
In addition to the Soul Gathering Pill, there are several other pills, all made by Mati Shuna Danxiu.
Each has its own magical uses.
At this time, there were still a few moments before the spiritual energy in the small cave of Luojiaojian became the most active. Zhu Baifeng sat cross-legged outside the cave, waiting for the moment to come.
While adjusting the spiritual power in his body for the last time.
However, he did not notice that a mile away, in the surging river below, there was a dark shadow swimming silently from the bottom of the water.
Blackwater was wearing a very tight combat uniform.
It was kindly provided by Instructor Su who had been training him in the past few days. The combat uniform fits tightly on his body, like a frogman, and there are markings outlined with spiritual thread on the corners of the clothes.
The glimmer coverage means that the "Night Owl" imprint with first-class concealment effect is activated.
The smell of black water was completely concealed in the water flow.
He wore a hood and was dressed like a special forces soldier.
In the silent activity, he stretched out his hand and grabbed the domineering and slender fine semi-automatic heavy sniper rifle behind him, and stopped in the grass by the river like a crawling giant salamander.
He looked up.
From this position, you can just see Zhu Baifeng's cave, and you can also see the casual cultivator Zhu Baifeng who is sitting cross-legged in the stone needle with his eyes closed to recuperate.
That was his master.
Former master.
A hint of hatred appeared in Heishui's right eye.
When he saw this man, he remembered that day outside the Fengshan Mine, when this man, whom he once regarded as a father, cruelly destroyed him.
And the things he said...
I respect him like my father.
He threw himself away like trash.
Once beautiful expectations are not responded to, they will be brewed into something terrible out of bitterness...
"Drone positioning completed, decoy missile in place, Blackwater, report the situation."
Instructor Su's cold voice rang in Heishui's mind, interrupting his memories and hatred. Heishui took a deep breath and raised the bolt-action gun.
As the pupil of his left eye expanded and contracted, the free cursor quickly locked onto the wandering cultivator several hundred meters away. In his immediate field of vision, the surrounding wind speed, temperature, distance and other data were all transmitted to the chip for aggregation.
Indicators for fine-tuning the muzzle immediately appeared in Heishui's eyes.
He followed the instructions and pushed the muzzle of the gun with the flash hider down a few inches.
At the same time, the chip communication responded:
"Blackwater is in place!"
"The sniper operation will begin in 10 seconds. 10, 9, 8..."
As Su Bingleng counted down, a drone equipped with four missiles took off from the mountains five miles away and flew towards the top of Luojiao Gorge at the fastest speed.
The drone operated by Su himself, with the help of Blackwater's close-range positioning, fired the missile at an altitude of two miles away from the target at the moment the countdown ended .
"Swoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh"
Four missiles, with long tails of flame, broke through the speed of sound the moment they were ignited and blasted towards Zhu Baifeng's direction. The casual cultivator who was recuperating also opened his eyes at this moment.
The formation he had set up was disturbed, allowing him to capture the attacker immediately.
The four missiles fired in front of my eyes were so fast that they drew several fast shadows on my retina. They came with great force and were full of unspeakable malice.
But the casual cultivator sneered.
He stood up suddenly, raised his hands and moved his ten fingers.
It was like stirring the air, gathering spiritual power into a sword and stabbing it into the sky.
His perception at the peak of Qi Refining allowed him to capture his target easily. Coupled with his vast spiritual power and the Wind Chasing Spirit Art that Zhu Baifeng had practiced, the Spirit Finger Wind Sword he shot out was both fast and fierce.
In less than a second, the sky in front of him was filled with sharp and ruthless counterattacks.
It was like countless fists smashing into the sky.
Four missiles exploded in mid-air at an altitude of one hundred meters, with flames splashing everywhere, just like dazzling and beautiful fireworks. Zhu Baifeng also noticed a drone trying to return home at a higher altitude.
He sneered again.
Withdraw both hands for a moment, then push them outwards.
The next moment, the drone in the sky was also entangled and captured by the wind spirit's finger energy, and was chopped into pieces like a naughty child crushing building blocks, and another ball of fire burst out.
"Bastard!"
The casual cultivator had a gloomy expression on his face. He carefully put on another spiritual shield and was about to pick up the magic weapon at hand and stand up to chase the attacker.
The bullet shot from behind suddenly attacked at this moment.
"Bang"
The high-speed rotating spirit-attached bullet hit Zhu Baifeng's spirit shield.
At the moment of contact, it was like an invisible hammer hitting someone, and the two imprints of magic crush and holy power hammer took effect, allowing the bullet to shatter the spiritual shield effortlessly, like breaking glass, and hit Zhu Baifeng's back in the next moment.
Tearing his robes.
It also destroyed the formation on the clothes.
The high-speed spinning bullet slammed into the flesh, and the severe injury mark on the bullet head took effect, causing the wound, which should have only been a single bullet hole, to be torn more than three times larger.
The body of a person in the Qi training stage is much tougher than that of an ordinary person.
The bullets could not penetrate the flesh and blood, nor could they break the bones. With the super kinetic energy brought by the magic-boosted imprint, the little cutie began to roll over.
Amidst the splatter of blood, it finally got stuck in Zhu Baifeng's spine.
The monk pushed by the kinetic energy seemed to be hit by a punch, and he staggered forward and fell.
But he reacted very quickly.
The instinct he developed from many battles allowed him to endure the pain and mobilize his spiritual power to carry him into the air.
Heishui stood up from his hiding place, fired in a combat posture, and while being captured by the fire control, he calmly fired three shots in a row, causing blood to spurt out of Zhu Baifeng's body.
Weak, seriously injured, and exploded.
The three effects of the spirit-attached bullets were superimposed together, causing flames to explode on the cultivator's body surface, slowing the circulation of spiritual energy in his body. His brain became a little confused, and his reactions became a little slower.
The blood splattered and looked scary, but no serious injuries were caused.
He had already seen the attacker, so he gritted his teeth and forced up his spiritual power. He no longer cared about the accuracy and transformed all his spiritual power into wind sword energy, sweeping it towards the black water.
Heishui curled his lips and didn't move at all.
He seemed to be frightened.
But the river water flowing behind him seemed to be caught by an invisible hand, and with a whistling sound, it wrapped around his entire body like a high-speed rotating protective turtle shield.
The sharp finger energy hit the water curtain, making a puffing sound.
The next moment, the magical water shield shattered.
There was also something new in front of Heishui.
The Maxim heavy machine gun that he originally wanted to steal.
On the black body of the machine gun, there were many glowing spirit-attached marks, and the black muzzle was aimed at the sky.
Zhu Baifeng's heart was beating violently as he was carried farther away by the spiritual power and was planning to escape.
With an ominous perception, he looked back, and that cold face turned pale in an instant.
He wasn't quite sure what was behind it.
But he could probably guess.
today.
He couldn't change his fate.
"Goodbye, Master. No, goodbye forever."
Heishui pulled the trigger, and in an instant hundreds of expensive spirit-infused bullets spewed out from the muzzle, and the shock of death resounded throughout this quiet world.
A few miles away, Jiang Xia was satisfied after watching a revenge scene.
He dropped the cigarette butt in his hand.
He waved to Su in a very cool manner.
"Let's go. The money has been spent, the ads have been aired, and Marty Shu's audience is coming soon. There's nothing to see here."
"Remember to let that filial son touch the body. As long as the blood on his master's broken instruments is washed away, they might be able to be used as gifts for the opening of our market."