In the Cloud Fire Cave filled with deathly silence and gloom.
The two men walked past the corpse and continued forward. Jiang Xia noticed along the way that on both sides of the mountain wall, there were some rune carvings and pearl and jade embellishments. This should be part of the mountain protection formation of Yunhuo Cave.
But now, the spiritual energy on those carvings has dissipated, and some places have even exploded.
It was obvious that the battle axe bombardment just now destroyed all the defensive spiritual formations in Yunhuo Cave at once, but the spiritual formations set up by these evil cultivators were also very powerful.
Facing the missile bombardment overhead, the Yunhuo Cave was able to be prevented from collapsing, and even the evil cultivators in the cave were only slightly injured by the shock of spiritual energy.
The power of the battle axe needs to be strengthened urgently.
Lao Jiang thought to himself that he had to quickly put the operation to capture the Free Citizen City in the wasteland on the agenda. At this stage, he didn't have many nuclear warheads at hand.
Facing the enemies I had already provoked, I felt very nervous.
He didn't say much.
Before the two men reached the depths of the cave, they saw the law enforcement monk, who was carrying a dead guy with broken limbs in his bare hands, walking out of the bloody cave.
The law enforcement officers' clothes were in tatters.
The shoulders, waist, and bronze tendons were exposed.
This is normal.
His clothes were not cassocks and were of little defensive value.
But despite all the slaughter along the way, his hair was not even messy and his face was still that cold and expressionless, which was enough to show the superb law enforcement skills of this man.
"This is, Taoist Yunhuo?"
Jiang Xia looked at the evil leader who was being held in the hands of the law enforcement officer and had only half of his life left. He said:
"Is this an interrogation?"
The law enforcement monk shook his head and waved his hand, throwing the Taoist Yunhuo, whose limbs were broken and whose spiritual core was completely destroyed, at Jiang Xia's feet like garbage.
He said:
"I've asked all the questions. I know everything I need to know."
“I heard that there are still victims alive in this case. I will leave this useless waste to you. Now that the matter here is over, I will continue to hunt down the fugitive evil cultivator.
I would also like to thank Brother Jiang for using his magic weapon to clear the obstacles for me.
I will report back to my superiors, and the Mingliyuan will issue a reward. Please wait patiently."
After saying that, he took out a new set of clothes from his ring.
It was exactly the same as the original one. In front of Jiang Xia, he tore off the torn clothes, revealing a muscular body that even a bodybuilder would exclaim was invincible.
There were glaring scars on his chest, back, and arms, like medals left on a man after countless battles.
After putting on his clothes, the law enforcement officer nodded to Jiang Xia again, then strode forward and was about to leave.
"bass"
The sharp spear blade was pointed in front of the law enforcement officer, blocking his way. He turned his head expressionlessly and looked over. Shan Qiuming, whose eyes were shining, said in a serious tone:
"Seeing that the law enforcement methods are powerful, I am delighted. I would like to ask the law enforcement officers to have a sparring match with me for the sake of both of us being body-refining cultivators!"
The expression of the Mingliyuan law enforcement officer became a little strange.
Then he shook his head and said seriously:
"You, can't."
"You are not qualified to call yourself a body cultivator."
"puff"
Old Jiang, who was carrying Taoist Yunhuo, couldn't hold back and laughed out loud.
I thought that this law enforcement officer was very direct in his words, without any mercy at all. Looking at Shan Qiu Ming's handsome red face, I knew that this rich second generation was feeling very excited at this moment.
"You guys continue chatting, I'm leaving first."
Lao Jiang said something politely to the two people behind him, then he carried the unconscious Yunhuo Taoist and strode out of the Yunhuo Cave.
This sudden war is finally over.
Really...
It has delayed so many things for people.
"Why can't I?"
Behind him, Shan Qiuming, who looked furious, asked in a cold tone:
"Law enforcement officer, I respect you as a man. I am convinced by today's battle, but you insult me ​​like this right after opening your mouth. I am not convinced!
Come!
Let’s have a fight!”
"A true body cultivator only trusts the weapon in his hand and his fist."
The Mingliyuan law enforcement officer still said calmly:
"We don't need any magic weapons, we ourselves are the weapons. Fellow Daoist Shan, you have so many magic weapons on your body, you must be from a certain background.
Take my advice, the way of body training is not suitable for you.
Just be a monk of spellcasting."
Having said that, he was about to leave.
Shan Qiu Ming wanted to stop them, but as soon as he stretched out his hand, the law enforcement officer grabbed his wrist. As his five fingers exerted force, a crisp sound echoed in the cave.
Shan Qiu Ming's body was filled with the roar of a dragon and a tiger. He was about to fight back, but the law enforcement officer flicked his arm lightly, and he fell backwards as if struck by lightning.
Lao Jiang looked back and saw Shan Qiuming covering his wrist, his face as red as a burnt shrimp, and he had fallen to the ground.
Damn it!
The realms of the two were obviously the same, both were body cultivators at the realm of truth. How come this krypton gold warrior was... killed in an instant?
What’s even more amazing is.
This law enforcement monk broke Shan Qiu Ming's wrist without triggering a counterattack from any of his defensive magic weapons!
this……
This doesn't make sense!
"You are not a body cultivator."
The law enforcement monk looked down at the pale-faced Shan Qiuming. There was no contempt in his tone and his expression remained unchanged, as if he was stating a cold fact.
He said to Shan Qiuming, who remained silent:
“You haven’t even gotten started. I don’t know where you learned the Dragon and Tiger Secret Book, but your understanding of this sacred body-refining method is clearly wrong.
You are using the monks' method of cultivation, trying to follow the path of body refinement.
Your starting point is wrong.
The harder you work.
The more regrettable.
Listen to my advice and switch to practicing as a spellcaster. You have good spiritual roots, and this path is much more promising than the path of physical training."
After saying this, the law enforcement monk turned around and left. After taking a few steps, he sensed movement behind him. He turned around abruptly and grabbed the spear that was stabbing towards him.
But this was not a sneak attack.
Shan Qiuming stood up, holding his wrist, with an expression of frustration that he could not conceal, but he did not look depressed. On the contrary, he said to the law enforcement monk very seriously:
"good!
From today on, Shan will not use any magic weapon anymore, and will only use these two fists to train his body. Your sword is broken, and you cannot go hunting down the evil cultivator without a weapon.
I will "lend" you this Tiger Demon Spear first!
You keep it for me.
One day, I will go and get it back myself."
The law enforcement monk had a strange expression on his face.
This was probably the first time he met such an upright guy as Shan Qiuming. He wanted to refuse, but as he stroked the blade of the precious spear in his hand, he finally said nothing.
This is a magic weapon.
Produced by the master weapon maker of Mo Shuang Mountain, it is a true masterpiece, used by both the realm of truth and the realm of spiritual cultivation. In his hands, his destructive power can be increased exponentially.
Thinking of the difficulty of this mission and the short time, the law enforcement officer was silent for a few breaths. He put the precious spear on his back and looked back at Shan Qiuming.
explain:
"My name is... Chu Tianqiong, I'm a third-class law enforcement officer at the Mingli Academy, and I'm usually stationed outside the West Sea Town Demon Tower. I'll be there, waiting for you to come get your gun."
After saying this, the law enforcement monk turned around and started walking. As the rocks beneath his feet collapsed, his figure disappeared into the Cloud and Fire Cave like the wind.
Lao Jiang came over, put his hands on Shan Qiuming's shoulders, and whispered in a mean voice:
"Does it hurt?"
Shan Qiuming's face, which had been tense all the time, finally relaxed.
Whispered:
"It hurts. He was so cruel. He almost broke my left hand."
"Let you pretend!"
Old Jiang held Taoist Yunhuo in one hand and supported Shan Qiuming, whose body was shaking, with the other hand.
He said:
"Now you understand that there are always people better than you, right? But I'm curious, how did he crush your hand bones without activating your defensive magic weapon?
Is this a special secret method for body cultivators?
If every body cultivator can do this, then what is the point of us at Mo Shuang Mountain making so many magical instruments?"
"You think too much. How can everyone know it?"
Shan Qiuming twitched his lips and said:
“That’s the Soul Crushing Technique.
This is a secret technique that only experienced body cultivators can learn. When making a move, one can use the fluctuations of one's own spiritual power to interfere with the operation of defensive magic tools. At the same time, it can ignore the opponent's defense and shatter the opponent's spiritual core, causing terrible internal injuries.
This is the confidence that allows us, the body cultivators, to fight against you, the spell-casting cultivators.
I also have the secret scroll in my hand.
I have been studying it, but I have not yet mastered it completely. "
Lao Jiang nodded and asked again:
"Why are you so lame this time? You looked so impressive when fighting with the pig demon just now. The demon general couldn't break your defense. You are not a weakling.
How come I was so easily defeated when I met him?"
"I am in the middle stage of the True Cun, and he is at the peak of the True Cun. His cultivation is higher than mine."
Shan Qiuming didn't make any excuses either.
This second-generation rich man has a good character. He was supported by Lao Jiang as he walked out of the Yunhuo Cave and explained:
“Besides, we body cultivators actually also focus on talent. Physical talent is one aspect, and combat talent is another. Leng Muzhi’s physical talent is not necessarily higher than mine.
But his combat experience is a hundred times greater than mine, and he is extremely good at timing his attacks, seizing my weakness in an instant. His combat talent is far superior to mine .
no!
I can't waste my time in this leisurely way any longer. In a few days, I will have to travel to the Southern Wilds again. This time, I won't use any magic weapons, but will fight with my flesh and blood!"
"Why do you have to be so obsessed with body training?"
Lao Jiang shook his head and said:
"I've also told you that your talent for spells is stronger than your talent for physical skills. Why don't you choose the path of a monk?"
This question made Shan Qiuming silent for a few moments.
Finally, he whispered:
"There are some things you don't understand."
"Don't pretend to be profound!"
Jiang Xia snorted and slapped Shan Qiuming's wrist hard, causing the rich second generation to grimace in pain. He threw a cigarette to the kryptonian warrior and said:
"If you don't want to tell me, then I won't ask. But you are a distinguished guest of Kunlun Square. Come back to the county town with me in a while. There are excellent medicines there that can help you heal faster.
You said you were going to travel to the Southern Wilderness?
Why don't you wait a while? I will also go to the Southern Wilds in a while, so we can go together and practice together."
Old Jiang narrowed his eyes, rubbed his hands like a profiteer, and said:
"You have found a treasure. Some time ago, I happened to get a scroll of secret techniques that is most suitable for you, the stinky body cultivators. If you give me 50,000 immortal coins, I will share it with you.
But you can't just teach others randomly.
If I find you, haha, there is a battle axe prepared for you, which will hit you on the head. Think about it yourself and see if you can withstand it."
"fifty thousand?"
Shan Qiuming raised his head, curled his lips and said:
"Money is nothing. Let me see the scroll first to see if it is worth the price."
"snort"
Old Jiang casually threw a thin book to Shan Qiuming, who took it with one hand, picked it up and took a look. After a few breaths, he suddenly raised his head and said anxiously:
"Where is the second half of the Divine Martial Self-Sacrifice Art?"
Old Jiang was calm and composed, rubbing his fingers together.
"Take it, take it!"
Shan Qiuming took off his storage ring, wiped off the divine mark, threw it to Lao Jiang, and said:
"The things inside are worth about 50,000 to 60,000 immortal coins. I won't need these things in the future. Take my money quickly, and then give me the secret technique!
I need it! ”
"Wait a minute."
Jiang Xia put away the ring and looked back. Ma Tishu was leading the local cultivators and his own disciples up the mountain. He said:
"I'll give it to you when I get back."
After saying this, he carried Taoist Yunhuo and strode down the mountain.
After a dozen breaths.
"Bang"
With his limbs broken and his spiritual axis destroyed, Yunhuo Taoist was thrown on the miserable land full of burning ashes like a dead dog.
Amid the unpleasant smell of gunpowder, Lao Si and others took a step back.
Wutong, who had just been brought over by Shiliu in the crowd, was holding a sword tremblingly. He was pushed by Ruyue and walked in front of Taoist Yunhuo.
She looked at Lao Jiang who was smoking in front of her. His face was full of complicated expressions, and there was pain and hatred surging in his eyes, but she did not move.
Seems to be waiting for permission.
"He's yours."
Lao Jiang blew out a smoke ring and said something.
Wutong suddenly lowered his head and looked at the evil cultivator leader who was lying limp at his feet.
Taoist Yunhuo has woken up.
His well-maintained, human-looking face was now filled with horror and fear. He wanted to fight back, but his empty body could not hold a single bit of spiritual energy.
He wanted to howl.
But after the law enforcement officer Leng Mu finished the "interrogation" with his fists, he had already pulled out his tongue, so he could only raise his head with disheveled hair and make a whimpering sound.
He saw the parasol tree in front of him.
He obviously recognized who this woman was.
He also saw the light in Wutong's eyes, the kind of sharp light that seemed to want to bite off his flesh and blood, and the people standing behind Wutong.
He didn't know them.
But the expressions of shared hatred for a common enemy on their faces, the way they looked at dead people, made Taoist Huoyun feel like he had fallen into hell.
Wutong's body was also shaking.
But it's not because of fear or cowardice.
She held the dagger tightly in both hands. The moment Taoist Yunhuo raised his head, she let out a wolf-like scream, took a step forward, and stabbed him with the sword.
She cut a deep wound on the man's chest, causing blood and flesh to splatter everywhere, making her seem to be back in those difficult nights of the past.
She had crawled out of the hell of being tortured.
And her hell.
It was the person in front of her who shaped her.
In every cowardly night in the past, Wutong might dream that one day her revenge would come. She felt that at that time, she would have a lot to say to the person in front of her who had hurt her wantonly.
But when it really came to this, Wutong discovered.
There's nothing much to say.
Because language could not express what was in her mind at the moment.
Can't express even a little bit.
"puff"
The dagger stabbed into Taoist Yunhuo's body again without any pattern. Because he used too much force, the sword got stuck on the bone, causing the evil cultivator leader to twitch and roll on the ground in pain.
He wanted to escape.
But his hands and limbs were stepped on hard by Su and Lao Si.
"Click"
Ruyue glanced at the boss, took out a large-caliber Colt from her ring, loaded the bullet into the rifle with a click, and handed it to Wutong who had lost his weapon.
She patted Wutong on the shoulder, who seemed to be crying but not laughing, and put the gun in her hand, saying:
"Hurry up and finish it, you still have a lot of work to do."
"Um."
Wutong nodded vigorously.
She wiped her eyes with her sleeve and took a deep breath.
She held the gun in both hands, raised it, and pressed it against Taoist Yunhuo's forehead. She finally spoke, her voice hoarse and unpleasant because her throat was burned by the charcoal she had been forced to swallow.
She said:
"Did you hear me? I still have a lot of work to do. There's no point dwelling on the past. I still have my life to live. I still have countless tomorrows to look forward to.
And you.
You have no tomorrow.
Master."
"Bang"
The sound of gunfire echoed through the woods, followed by a few more rapid shots, representing the venting of emotions and a complete resolution of a grudge.
Lao Jiang had already left.
He had neither the mood nor the time to watch the execution of a despicable person.
He is very busy.
A few breaths later, Wutong returned the pistol with an empty magazine to Ruyue, but the latter did not take it. Instead, she lit a ladies' cigarette of the kind that Julie often smoked.
As Gu Miao's eyes sparkled and she looked at her in admiration, she ruffled her hair in a charming manner and said:
"Keep it as a souvenir."
"And, with blood as our alliance, you are truly welcome to join us, Miss Wutong."