Chapter 225: Twelve Demon Generals of Bashang
It turns out that
Monsters are also intelligent creatures and are afraid of death.
The vast tide of beasts collectively surrendered to Qin Mo who was defending the city, and only roared in a low voice.
The scene was very strange at one point.
Taking advantage of this opportunity, the people of Blackwater City began to evacuate in large numbers.
Lu Xueqi came to Qin Mo, looking tired, but still as beautiful as ever. Her snow-white Taoist robe was splashed with a few drops of animal blood, and it quietly bloomed like a plum blossom.
"Master, I'm sorry, I failed to protect my junior brother." Lu Xueqi's eyes were full of regret.
"It's not your fault."
Qin Mo waved his hands tiredly. He still hasn't recovered from Zhang Liang's death.
That was the disciple he had high hopes for.
The beast tide broke out too suddenly, and no one could escape unscathed. Not only Zhang Liang, but even the great wizard Ji Ye died, as well as many Taoist children who had listened to teachings at the Black and White Mountain Villa.
The heritage of the Blackwater Tribe was almost uprooted.
At the critical moment, the monks of Blackwater City demonstrated their responsibility as guardians, and none of them retreated.
However, those players rose to prominence because of Blackwater City, but none of them stayed to help.
Qin Mo was really disappointed.
He has decided that when Blackwater City is rebuilt in the future, he will simply cancel the Island of Knights and no longer have any swordsmen, as they are just a bunch of ungrateful people who can never be tamed.
Instead of giving the players a bargain, it would be better to increase the training of indigenous monks.
Or maybe,
From the beginning to the end, players still just regard "Honghuang" as a game world.
Even knowing it is true.
Without any interests tied to them, why would these players risk their lives for the unrelated residents of Blackwater City?
This is so true…
"Did Zifang have any unfulfilled wishes before he died?" Qin Mo asked.
"My junior brother said that he hopes Master can bring his ashes back to Korea for burial." Lu Xueqi said in a low voice, "If possible, I hope Master can accept another Korean disciple."
“Is that so…”
Qin Mo's eyes were long and vague. Until his death, Zhang Liang was still thinking about his homeland.
What a pure heart.
…
The silence of the beast tide lasted less than half a day.
At noon, the beast tide that had originally quieted down suddenly heard low roars from far away, like cheers and awe.
Following Qin Mo, I saw,
The surging tide of beasts suddenly split into a ten-meter-wide aisle in the middle. All the monsters along the way were crawling on the ground with respectful expressions, as if they were welcoming someone's arrival.
Qin Mo's eyes focused and he subconsciously tightened the Tianxiao Sword in his hand.
With a flash of golden light, a yellow monster appeared in front of the beast tide formation. It had golden hair all over its body, was wearing chain mail, held a nine-ring knife in its hand, and had a lion's head on its neck.
To be precise, there are nine lion heads.
If you look closely, you will see eight small heads on the big head.
Very non-mainstream...
"The Twelve Demon Generals of Bashang." Qin Mo recognized him at the first sight.
According to Li Yingqiong, in the great battle that year, in addition to the True Immortal Demon and the four demon kings who were injured, five of the twelve demon generals were killed and the remaining seven were also seriously injured.
Bashang is a nine-headed lion spirit, and the blood of ancient ferocious beasts also flows in his body.
A place of healing,
It was the deep part of Mount Zhongnan that Qin Mo was very afraid of before.
"I didn't expect that after more than a hundred years, there are still humans who remember my name." Bashang spoke in human language and looked at Qin Mo with interest, "You are the one who crossed the Qinling Mountains before, right?"
"It's me."
Qin Mo did not deny it. Unexpectedly, Ba Shang was also there at that time.
"You are quite capable, as you were able to escape from the king. But this time, you ran into my hands, so you are not so lucky." Bashang seemed to have Qin Mo in his grasp.
No wonder.
With its Mahayana cultivation level, it can truly overwhelm the entire audience.
"I don't understand why the demons would suddenly attack and kill the human race at this time." Qin Mo was calm and could still chat with Ba Shang calmly.
Ba Shang's eyes also flashed with a strange light. It had been a long time since he had seen such an interesting human. He grinned and said, "It doesn't hurt to tell you, so that you can die with a clear mind."
"I'd like to hear the details!" Qin Mo clasped his fists.
"Do you know what the primitive human race is in the eyes of us demons?" Bashang asked with a smile.
Qin Mo's eyes narrowed and he asked, "Food?"
"Haha, interesting, interesting," Bashang suddenly laughed, as if he had encountered something extremely happy, "Yes, in the eyes of the monsters like me, the primitive humans are nothing more than the food we raise in captivity.
"Every three to five hundred years, when the human race reproduces, we go down the mountain to harvest and let the children have a good meal. We leave a little fire for the human race so that you can continue to reproduce, and this cycle repeats itself.
"How's it going? Interesting, isn't it?"
Qin Mo was silent. It seemed that his previous speculation was correct.
The sudden arrival of the beast tide was really related to the players, causing the population of the prehistoric world to explode. This attracted the attention of the monster tribe, which went down the mountain to find food in advance.
But in fact,
It has nothing to do with the players.
Just as Bashang said, the human race in the ancient times were nothing more than livestock raised by the demon race. Once they grow fat, they will be harvested sooner or later, the only difference is sooner or later.
Lu Xueqi's face twitched.
She originally thought that the beast tide disaster she encountered in the Zhu Xian world was already a world-destroying calamity, but she never expected that it was a common occurrence in the prehistoric continent.
I can't help but feel scared.
On the top of the city wall, the monks and soldiers who were still defending their posts were completely shocked when they heard Bashang's words, and they were all stunned.
"It's a waste of time for humans to claim to be the most intelligent creatures on earth, but in the end, we are the livestock being kept in captivity?"
This is simply unbelievable.
"Aren't you afraid of creating terrible consequences by doing this?" Qin Mo frowned.
"cause and effect?"
Ba Shang's eyes were suddenly full of mockery, and he sneered, "I thought you were interesting, but you turned out to be just a vulgar person. Let me ask you, when the human race hunts tigers, leopards, wolves, is there any cause and effect? When the human race cultivators kill monsters, is there any cause and effect? The human race and the monster race are naturally opposed, and you are still talking to me about cause and effect, it's really ridiculous.
"The so-called cause and effect presupposes that the victim has the power to fight back. When you humans raise chickens, ducks, and geese in captivity, are you afraid that one day the chickens, ducks, and geese will stand up and resist?"
Qin Mo also smiled and said calmly: "The demon race doesn't seem to be as strong as you said? Aren't you afraid that there will be another immortal descending to the world?"
Bashang's eyes fixed.
Qin Mo's words undoubtedly hit the sore spot of the demon clan.
"You know a lot. Did Emei tell you?" Bashang was smart and sneered, "Didn't Emei tell you that the Immortal Changmei was thrown into the Heavenly Prison because he went to the lower world without permission?"
“…”
Qin Mo really doesn't know this.
It turns out that Master Changmei went to the mortal world secretly. No wonder he left in such a hurry and failed to wipe out the roots.
"Okay, enough of the nonsense, it's time to send you on your way ." Ba Shang put away his smile, his eyes were cold, and he said teasingly: "Tell me, how do you want to die?"
"I'd like to learn from you."
With Lu Xueqi standing behind Qin Mo, as well as hundreds of thousands of people from Blackwater City, he simply couldn't leave alone and could only fight to the end.
Most of the people in Blackwater City came to Honghuang because of him.
Qin Mo must be responsible for these people.
Now that he has become the city lord and enjoyed the rewards when the city is promoted, he must take responsibility.
It’s my duty!
Qin Mo flew high into the sky on his own accord with his sword.
Lu Xueqi's eyes were full of worry.
But when faced with a confrontation of this level, we are powerless and can only watch.
"That's interesting. Today, I will play with you." Ba Shang did not expect that Qin Mo, a young cultivator in the Nascent Soul stage, would dare to draw his sword against him.
I don't know where the courage comes from.
How stupid.
Without seeing how Ba Shang moved, his body disappeared instantly. When he reappeared, he was already standing opposite Qin Mo, with demonic energy filling his body and his blood boiling.
With a casual wave of the Nine-Ring Knife in his hand, a space ripple appeared.
It actually cut the space.
From this we can see that although the Nine-Ring Knife looks ordinary, it is indeed an amazing weapon, even better than Qin Mo's Seven-Cultivation Sword.
Indestructible and breakable.
When one's cultivation reaches the Bashang level, he has already mastered the art of simplicity and no longer needs any tricks.
Bashang is so big,
Qin Mo, however, could only give it his all, his face solemn, and with a pointed finger, seven seven-cultivation swords flew out at the same time, forming a seven-star sword formation with Bashang as the center.
Each flying sword revealed its original form.
But in the air, seven kinds of demons appeared at the same time: a dragon, a snake, a toad, a turtle, a golden rooster, a jade rabbit and a centipede, all of which were made up of pure sword light.
But each one of them is vivid and lifelike.
At the same time, the stars in the sky twinkled, especially the Big Dipper, which was the most dazzling. It cast rays of starlight and injected them into the flying swords, making the sword formation even more dazzling.
It's like seven stars descending to the earth.
With seven kinds of demon spirits as the center, a powerful Seven Star Formation was set up.
"Is that all you have?"
Bashang let Qin Mo do whatever he wanted, his eyes full of disdain.
He didn't care about the sword formation or not, he was ready to break it with force. The nine lion heads spit out real fire at the same time, spraying it onto the Nine Ring Knife.
In a flash, the Nine-Ring Sword was blazing with flames.
The Nine-Ring Knife was about to transform into a blazing flame and slash fiercely at the Golden Crocodile Sword, which was the flying sword in the shape of a dragon, and was closest to Bashang.
This is also the form that Bashang dislikes the most...
"Seven Star Sword Formation, explode!"
Qin Mo had a blank expression on his face. He immediately enlarged his body and directly exploded seven flying swords.
“Roar~~~”
The seven kinds of demon spirits, namely the dragon, snake, toad, turtle, golden rooster, jade rabbit and centipede, simultaneously burst out with the brightest and purest sword intent, and then, guided by the sword formation, all rushed towards Bashang to kill.
"Um?"
Ba Shang was finally moved. He didn't expect Qin Mo to be so tough. He started to self-destruct his flying swords right at the start, and all seven flying swords self-destructed at the same time.
He is truly a prodigal son.
Ba Shang cursed loudly, and finally became angry. The nine lion heads spewed out evil spirit at the same time, and in a flash, it formed a nine-colored evil cloud, which hung above their heads and protected Ba Shang.
At the same time, the Nine-Ring Knife had already chopped forward fiercely, turning into an unparalleled sharp blade light.
Boom ~~~
It exploded with Bashang as the center, like a nuclear bomb explosion, and a cloud of spiritual energy rose.
“Cough cough cough~~~”
Bashang's cough could be heard faintly in the mist. "Boy, you pissed me off!"
