Zhu Xian: Learn from the Great Ying Immortal and rebuild the Trinity School

Chapter 38 One call and hundreds of responses

In a daze, he still tried his best to calm his mind.

With his current weak life foundation, he suppressed both the Nine Heavens Mica of the upper elixir and the Holy Fire of Hehuan of the lower elixir.

It's really a stretch.

Moreover, the two come from the same Hehuan lineage, and now they complement each other and make progress at the same pace.

The Holy Fire of Hehuan rose from the bottom to the top, and the Nine-Sky Mica rose from the top to the bottom. The two forces approached his middle elixir at the same time.

Xu Zhiqiu wanted you two to "meet in victory", what would that do?
This forced him to use 99% of his energy to deal with it.

It took a long time before they were able to suppress the two.

When I came to my senses, I was soaked in sweat.

At this time,

After losing the substance it contained, the jade tripod seemed to have completed its mission and began to break apart quietly.

Xu Zhiqiu had a strange expression on his face and a bad feeling in his heart.

really,

Click! Kaka!

The next moment, there was a cloud of dust falling overhead, the sound of breaking stones in the ears, and the ground beneath the feet was shaking continuously, as if there was a magnitude 10 earthquake.

He looked up and saw that the stone walls around him were cracked and were about to collapse.

Dog blood!

He didn't care about the upset, and forced himself to stagger out of the cave.

Before squeezing into the corridor that was only wide enough for people to pass sideways, he took a last look back at the corpse of the old mandrill on the ground.

A thought flashed through my mind——

Hopefully, it's the last one...

Boom!

The next moment, the cave collapsed completely, burying everything.

…………

Following the winding corridor, we managed to escape from the cave before it collapsed.

Avoided the fate of being buried alive.

At this time, the previous fog in the valley outside the cave had long dissipated.

A group of mandrills were guarding the entrance of the cave. When they saw him come out, they all let out ferocious and shrill howls.

The beasts gathered together, claws bared, fangs bared, and smelly saliva dripping from their bodies.

Apparently, wanting to tear him to pieces.

Xu Zhiqiu reviewed his current situation.

I had consumed too much energy just now to suppress the internal troubles, and now I am no longer able to use the power of reverse rebirth.

Then,

"Some blood is bound to be seen."

Although Xu Zhiqiu was depressed, he was not panicked.
In his previous life, he was besieged by dozens of Quanxing people and never felt weak.

Even though it's hanging...

At this moment, how could I be afraid of this group of hairy beasts?
It's nothing more than a few more cuts on the body.

"kill!"

As soon as he uttered the word "kill", he had already taken the initiative.

He leaped up and rushed into the group of baboons.

At the same time, both arms suddenly became blurry and unreal.

It was like a high-frequency vibrating guitar string, making it impossible to see its true appearance. Then, the arms simply disappeared.

next moment,
"Crackling——"

In front of him and on both sides, hundreds of palm shadows appeared out of thin air.

It was as if a powder keg had exploded. The force was so powerful that it instantly blew away a dozen mandrills in the front.

The third of Qingzhuyuan’s unique skills – “Daxuan Palm”.

Those who were good at practicing Taoism in ancient times were profound and unfathomable. Whether this palm strike was left, right, up or down, it was entirely up to God.

The palm shadows were erratic. Not only could these beasts not figure out the direction, even Xu Zhiqiu himself was not sure where each palm would land.

That is why it cannot be defended.

I saw his figure flashing, and as he waved his palms, he used the "Da Xuan Palm" like a storm.

The surging palm shadows are like waves hitting the cliff, unpredictable and yet penetrating every corner.

How could a group of beasts cope with his sophisticated tactics?
The mandrills leading the way were all hit by the palms, their sternums collapsed and their eyeballs popped out.

But they are numerous, and once you knock down one wave, the next ones will rush up again, fearless and fearless.

As the saying goes, a good tiger cannot fight against a pack of wolves, and Xu Zhiqiu had consumed a lot of energy.

Soon, he began to feel exhausted and his palm power gradually became sluggish.

Just when he was thinking about whether to risk his life and force his way out -

"Come on!"

The shouts and cries of the crowd came from the entrance of the valley, followed by the sound of dense footsteps, like rumbling thunder.

Seeing this, the mandrills slowed down their attack and looked behind them.

All I saw were torches, like the bright moon and stars.

Nearly a hundred strong men from Kaoshan Village, each holding a torch and armed with knives, guns, sticks, javelins, dung forks, came over in a large crowd.

"Ouch!"

All the mandrills bared their fangs and growled warningly.

Dozens of shoe-horn masks shaped like evil spirits certainly look hideous and terrifying.

Coupled with the intimidation of its ferocious minions, each one of them has the power to tear pigs and sheep apart alive and intimidate tigers and leopards.

The villagers were just farmers, so they were naturally frightened when they saw the scene, and they trampled on the ground in a panic.

But despite a slight hesitation and timidity, the emotions that have been suppressed for a hundred years are now about to be released, and the anger that is waiting to be vented should not be underestimated.

Finally, courage defeated timidity.

There was firewood burning in their chests, fire in their eyes, and they clenched the weapons in their hands until they made a creaking sound.

"My boys!" one of them shouted angrily in an old but deep voice:

"These long-haired thieves have teamed up with the mountain god to monopolize the green mountains and oppress us, preventing us from living a good life. Now that we have woken up, will you still agree?"

"No!"

"Then kill them! Kill all these long-haired thieves!"

A century of humiliation and oppression was ignited in one day, and naturally there would be a hundred responses.

The blood rushed into their heads and took over everything, and the villagers rushed forward.

They used spears, javelins, kitchen knives, hatchets, machetes...

Fighting desperately with the mandrills.

These villagers, who are usually honest, ignorant and weak, have changed at this moment.

No longer afraid of getting hurt, no longer afraid of bleeding, even the fear of death was diluted in this instant.

——I want to be sad when I hear the ghost screaming, I cry and the jackals laugh, I shed tears to sacrifice to the heroes, and draw my sword with pride.

The murderous intent and fighting spirit were unprecedentedly fierce and high.

"Ha ha!"

Xu Zhiqiu laughed heartily, and felt that the depression that had been in his heart for many days was instantly swept away.

In a blink of an eye, his thoughts became clear and he joined the battle without hesitation like a tiger descending from the mountain.

In the crowd, an old man with a hunched back, holding a lonely crutch, rushed to the front of the crowd.

It was the old village head.

At this moment, that wrinkled old face was clearly filled with excitement and flushing.

It was as if - after the dust had been washed away from those old eyes, all the courage and bravery of his youth - had now returned to this old body.

In that case, then burn, even if it will eventually burn out the candle.

This is the most worthy moment in your life to brag about to your descendants.

(End of this chapter)