"That thing is not for sale."
Faced with the purchase request from the rich second generation, Jiang Xia expressed his attitude at the first opportunity.
This decisive look made Shan Qiuming, who was holding a spear, a little disappointed.
However, he just asked casually. After getting the answer, this body cultivator who was also in the realm of truth also took a "take-off" posture.
"boom"
The devastated ground was hit hard again. The already broken ground was further shattered and rolled by the reverse spiritual force when Shan Qiuming leaped into the air.
This is what a body cultivator is like.
They only cultivate brute strength and strengthen their bodies.
It is said that this fighting method was learned from orthodox demon cultivators, and was further developed by human body cultivators. These guys have enormous strength, like human-shaped beasts.
Every punch and kick has the force of thousands of acres. When a real fight starts, it is like Mars hitting the Earth.
Lao Jiang waved his hand to disperse the dust and smoke around him, then put his hand to his mouth and whistled loudly. A butterfly wooden kite hovering in the sky quickly fell down and landed beside him.
This is Shi Rui’s wooden kite.
The third prince told Jiang Xia the secret symbol for summoning his means of transportation, which was equivalent to throwing the car keys to him. Now the third prince was studying the Xingtian Armor at Minggui Peak and had no time to come over.
"I'll go see what's going on."
Lao Jiang jumped onto the back of the wooden kite, sat cross-legged there, left a word to the people behind him, stretched out his hand and patted the two antennae of the butterfly wooden kite, injecting a little spiritual power into it.
The beautiful big butterfly kite flapped its wings and flew quickly into the air, creating a roar.
The car started with a single step on the accelerator, showing the style of veteran driver Shi Rui.
Flying a wooden kite is a required course for disciples of Mo Shuang Mountain.
Lao Jiang had a natural talent for driving, and he had learned it on the second day. He controlled the direction of the wooden kite with his mind, and it quickly carried him towards the dark, bare mountain in front of him.
The explosion just now blew off the sharp corners of the mountain where spiritual energy gathered, making it look extremely ugly.
Watching Lao Jiang speed away, Ma Tishu, with his fingers tightly grasping his beard, came to his senses at this moment and immediately turned back to look at Liu Laosi behind him. He asked seriously:
"Manager Liu, would you like to sell me the Battle Axe? I suddenly feel that the protective formation of my Sanque Mountain is a little weak."
The fourth one looked around and said to Master Sanquezi with a smile:
"The boss said he doesn't sell it."
"But Master is a senior member of the Fengshan Association, so... our Kunlun Square can provide additional rental services. Of course, Master needs to discuss the specific matters with the boss."
"Um."
Sanquezi's expression immediately became quite satisfied.
He looked back at the Yunhuo Cave that was almost razed to the ground. A few breaths later, the voices of the three birds spread throughout the entire position.
"My fellow Taoists! With the help of the magic weapon of Mo Shuang Mountain, the evil cultivators' mountain protection formation has been broken! The Mingli Court has entered the mountain to enforce the law and fight against the thieves. It is time for us to chase them down and chase them north!
Quickly follow me and attack the mountain. We must not let any evil cultivator escape!"
"Click"
The sound of a gun's safety being pulled came from behind Gu Miao, whose eyes and mouth were wide open. She turned around and took a stupid look.
I discovered that Sister Ruyue had a heavy sniper rifle with spirit in her hand.
"Let's go."
Ruyue brushed her hair, took a deep breath of the familiar gunpowder smoke, and said to her:
"Hold your weapon and shut your mouth. I will take you to see the world."
——
"boom"
As soon as Lao Jiang reached the top of the Yunhuo Cave, he heard a muffled sound coming from below, as if something heavy was being shattered. He stuck his head out and looked down.
The main body of the Yunhuo Cave, which was built high up in the mountain, had its dragon-breaking boulder in front of the door broken open by a single punch from the extremely fast Mingliyuan law enforcement officer.
It was really like punching a rock.
At the moment of the collision, the Dragon-Breaking Stone that blocked the mountain gate was hit with an explosion mark, and the two-meter-thick boulder shattered into pieces.
The law enforcer kept rushing into the cave.
After a few breaths, several screams were heard.
He looked back again and saw Shan Qiu Ming was still outside the cave, wielding his spear and fighting with a mountain guardian beast that looked like a wild boar.
The demon general was as big as Liu Hui. When he ran, he was like an unstoppable bulldozer. Shan Qiumin was just a small shrimp in front of him.
But the monster, which should have been mighty and domineering, is now in a very miserable state.
Its black mane had been burnt off, and on its thick-skinned back there was a horrific tear that tore apart half of its body, but no blood flowed from the wound.
nonsense.
He withstood a wave of battle-axe bombardment head-on, and even though he had thick skin and strong bones, the wounds were completely carbonized by the high temperature.
One of the pig monster's two fangs, each as sharp as a siege spike, was blown off.
The chin and the entire mouth also had terrible scars from being carbonized by high temperatures. Even though the flames had subsided, the pig demon was still like it had lost its hair before being slaughtered, with smoke emanating from every part of its body.
There is also the aroma of barbecue.
But at least it's alive.
Lao Jiang whistled.
He stood up on the Butterfly Kite, waved his left hand, and War-Yan jumped into his hand. He looked towards the higher mountain peaks, where the originally lush vegetation had been overturned and burned by the explosion of fire.
On a cliff, on the edge of a bare, blown-off rock, a string of "roasted snake skewers" was hanging.
That was also a demon beast guarding the mountain.
A snake-like monster.
They are good at hiding and launching sneak attacks, most of them are poisonous, have the magical power of scale armor, and can shed their skin to protect their lives.
It was it that almost launched a sneak attack and killed Ma Tishu last night. Unfortunately, that giant snake, which was over 10 feet and had a huge waist, was not as strong as the pig monster.
Besides, it's unlucky.
The place where it hid was exactly where the battle axe landed. All the talk of shedding skin to protect its life and scales to defend against enemies was nonsense at the moment the missile exploded.
The snake demon had already lost all its breath.
It still maintained the posture coiled on the cliff, but half of its body had been carbonized. Even from such a distance, one could still smell the aroma of roasted snake in the pungent smoke.
"Luckily the stupid monster didn't follow us."
Lao Jiang stretched his shoulders and complained in his heart:
"If it follows us, it will definitely ask whether this Tomahawk missile is also a trump card to defend against it... It's like a paranoid maniac.
All good things are aimed at it.
whispering sound."
Jiang Xia curled his lips, controlled the Butterfly Wooden Kite to fly below, jumped down when he was three meters away from the ground, used his spiritual power to support his body, and rolled when he landed.
Wait to get up.
He then performed a standard kneeling shooting position.
The muzzle of the gun in War-weary's hand, shining with a cold light, was aimed at the howling and frantic pig demon thirty meters away. The frosted gun body was against his shoulder and his finger was on the trigger.
The roaming cursor at the left eye quickly locked onto it.
At this moment, Lao Jiang once again felt the cold scrutiny of the War-weary weapon in his hand. This might be a psychological illusion, after all, it was only a magic weapon.
It is impossible to give birth to one's own consciousness.
But Kisaragi also reported last time that she felt the same way as she was being scrutinized when she opened fire with Warspite.
This is an elegant gun.
It is very likely that it really has its own consciousness. I wonder what special effects Master Fleming added into it when he made it?
"Baby, give me a hand."
Lao Jiang said in a low voice.
"Friend Shan, get out of the way!"
A reminder came from behind, and the rapid gathering of spiritual energy formed a heavy pressure of spiritual power. Shan Qiuming, who was holding a spear and stabbing it into the face of the huge pig monster, reacted extremely quickly.
His left foot was like a war hammer, stomping hard on the ground.
The moment the ground beneath his feet shattered, a huge force pushed him ten feet to the side. The spear tip that had pierced the pig monster's bloody cheek was pulled out, bringing up a stream of hot blood.
The monster jumped up and down in pain, roaring loudly.
It sensed a fatal crisis, and its huge tank-like body turned around, lowered its head, bared its only remaining fang, and pounced towards Lao Jiang.
The ground shook.
The fangs were about the same size as Lao Jiang's body.
When the pig demon was making this authentic pig attack, it also activated some kind of magical power, which caused its seriously injured body to be covered with a layer of blood-red surging demonic gauze.
Looks incredibly powerful.
But Lao Jiang did not move. He maintained his kneeling shooting posture. At the moment the pig monster charged, the finger on the trigger moved slightly.
In a trance.
He heard War-weary snort.
It was as if the elegant lady in the black dress blinked in her sleep. As her black dress swayed, nearly a thousand talismans on the gun lit up at the same time.
It was like the gates of a reservoir were opened, swallowing up all of Lao Jiang's spiritual power.
"Bang"
The kiss of war weariness quietly emerged.
A loud noise like muffled thunder sounded in the forest full of ashes. A dark red light also shot out from the steady muzzle of the gun. Almost at the same moment, a pool of blood burst out from the left eye of the running pig demon.
The huge, rushing body seemed to be hit hard by a punch at this moment.
It was like running head-on into an invisible wall.
Its entire body turned over, and its severely injured body looked like it had been ripped internally by a file, while its outer skin was torn apart .
Finally, a bursting wound appeared on the fat buttocks, like a guillotine, tearing the entire hind half of the body apart.
The dark red light shot out, piercing through the pig demon from front to back, and also created a chaotic gully in the desolate woods behind it.
It barely penetrated the rocks and blew up a whole section of the mountain wall before its power dissipated.
Lao Jiang whistled.
He was very satisfied with the power. He stood up again, turned his left hand, and the War-weary gun rotated a circle in his palm. As the lever was pressed down, the bullet was loaded.
The silver bullet shell popped out and was caught in Jiang Xia's hand.
The pig demon's corpse, which looked like a mountain of flesh, was still being pushed by its kinetic energy as it smashed to the ground, dragging its torn intestines and internal organs, rolling towards Lao Jiang in the midst of blood.
The speed is getting slower and slower.
Finally, Jiang Xia slowly lifted his left foot and pressed it on the pig monster's bloody head, stabilizing the last bit of its rolling kinetic energy.
It looked as if War-Yan's powerful shot had accurately calculated the offset of all kinetic energy, just enough to plow a thick gully in the ground and deliver the dead pig demon steadily to Lao Jiang's feet.
Let Lao Jiang show off very much.
"Thanks, babe."
He whispered, carried War-weary on his shoulders, and looked back at Shan Qiuming who was walking beside him with a spear in hand.
The latter's shining eyes wandered over Warspite.
He came over and didn't say anything.
Lao Jiang lit up a cigarette, waved his hand and said:
"Don't ask, she's my wife, not for sale."
"Your wife is amazing."
Shan Qiuming was also a wonderful person and he responded immediately.
The two men didn't say anything more. Shan Qiuming, wearing red armor and holding a precious spear, was in front, while Lao Jiang, holding Yan Zhan and on guard, was behind with the Lingdan in his mouth.
The two formed a battle formation and quickly rushed into the Yunhuo Cave where screams were heard .
It is called Yunhuo Cave.
It turned out to be a real cave.
This Taoist Yunhuo is also very unpretentious. As a cultivator, he actually lives in a cave like a primitive man. But once you come in, you can feel the cave is full of spiritual energy.
Although it is not as good as Mo Shuang Mountain, it is much better than the outside world.
In the words of Ma Tishu, this place is also a small paradise.
"You're so harsh?"
As soon as the two came in, they saw three or four corpses of evil cultivators lying in front of them. They died in extremely miserable ways. Two had their heads blown off, and one had his body torn apart.
Another was cut into four pieces by a sharp sword.
Next to the corpse were the remains of magic weapons that were destroyed by brute force. This scene made Lao Jiang frown. The law enforcement officer of Mingliyuan looked very literary.
But the fighting style is so wild.
It's really like a ferocious beast.
Shan Qiuming looked at the corpse carefully, but shook his head, said nothing, and continued forward.
At the next corner, there were seven or eight corpses lying there in a mess, and there was also a destroyed small killing spirit formation. Lao Jiang saw the remains of the law enforcement monk's ghost-slaying sword.
The magic weapon broke into two pieces, probably caused by a sneak attack from evil magic.
But the loss of weapons did not affect law enforcement and they continued to kill.
"Look! The body is much better this time."
Shan Qiuming acted like a guide and explained to Jiang Xia behind him:
"My generation of body cultivators cultivate the art of strength. Anyone who enters the state of truth must have perfect control over this strength. A skilled body cultivator can use 30% of his strength in combat and will never use 40%.
The reason why those unlucky guys just now suffered so much was that the law enforcement officers failed to control their strength...
No.
That’s not accurate.”
Shan Qiuming squatted down and examined the bodies carefully.
As he said, this time the bodies did not have heads that exploded or were torn apart, but blood was coming out of all the orifices, as if they had internal injuries.
The rich second generation continued:
“It’s not that he didn’t control his strength, but he was used to fighting with all his strength. When he encountered these weak evil cultivators, he still used his previous habits, which led to that state.
But he quickly stopped. ”
"Weak?"
Old Jiang curled his lips. The fragments of magical instruments scattered all around him indicated that these evil cultivators were at least in the Qi training stage. He looked back and said:
"So, these unfortunate guys died so miserably because they were too weak?"
"No."
Shan Qiuming stood up, the challenge in his eyes burning more fiercely. He moved his neck like a wild tiger released from its savage state, and whispered to Jiang Xia:
"It's because the enemies that the law enforcement officers faced before were too strong, which forced them to develop the habit of using all their strength in every attack. I'm really curious about what kind of opponents these law enforcement monks from the Mingli Academy faced in the West Sea headquarters?
As expected, just as the rumors I had heard before, Mingliyuan is well named, and it is indeed a place where fists are used to enforce justice.
If I hadn't had any feelings towards the Immortal Alliance, I would really like to join the Mingli Academy, which is very suitable for me, and make a good career."
When Lao Jiang heard this, he burst into laughter. He looked at the corpse of the evil , and said:
"Our Immortal Alliance really interprets 'convincing people with reason' so realistically.
It is hard to imagine that a law enforcer in the Realm of Existence is so powerful. If the Mingli Academy headquarters came out in full force, which sect in the world could stop this group of beasts...
Political power comes from the barrel of a gun, and the ancient sages never lied to me. "