Chongming Xianzong

Chapter 47 Bandit Attack
Seeing that his disciples were so fascinated by the story and wanted to take their place, Kang Dabao, who was used to pouring cold water on others, changed his tone:

"We probably won't encounter a being like the remnant spirit of a golden elixir in this lifetime. If we do, even if your father, mother, or master is behind you, your first reaction will be to run, but you probably won't be able to run away."

"That's right. You all should practice well and don't aim too high." Yuan Jin also joined in with a smile.

"It is rumored that Shangong was infected by evil spirits. Although his path to immortality was hindered, he was able to extend his life by sixty years. I'm afraid it is true." Jiang Qing sighed. He also grew up listening to the stories about Yin Shangong.

"People like Mr. Shan who truly practice virtue will be rewarded in the next life. Mortals like us shouldn't worry about these things." As Western learning spread to the East, Kang Dabao was open-minded about it and even used some Buddhist words that were rarely heard in Yunjiaozhou to comfort others.

After seeing off Yin Shan Gong, the brothers drank happily in the cramped courtyard for a few days, and Yuan Jin returned to Xuanwei City early in the morning. It was only a little over a year before he could officially become a disciple of Master Qi. By then, Chongming Sect would have its own weapon refiner.

Yuan Jin returned with a simple journey this time, leaving his family in Xuanwei City. He also traveled simply, taking two storage bags that were stuffed full by Jiang Qing, and set off on the journey.

Unexpectedly, Yuan Jin returned in a hurry after just one day.

"The Yokoyama No family was attacked?" Kang Dabao was shocked.

"Several groups of evil cultivators, about thirty people, are besieging the Hengshan magic circle. Half of the mortal city outside the magic circle is destroyed, and the Ye family dare not come out to rescue." Yuan Jin was filled with fear. If he was discovered by that group of desperate people, he would never be able to come back.

"Doesn't the Ye family have ten monks?" Jiang Qing looked puzzled. How could they not win? No one paid any attention to him.

"I'm worried that they won't have enough to eat." Pei Yi said, making Kang Dabao look even more worried.

"It's only been a few days since I got my peace of mind." Kang Dabao said with a bitter face. Ever since he was tricked by Sister Song and had sex with the four ghosts of the Liu family, why has the feeling never stopped? It would be great if I could live in peace until I achieve the Great Perfection of the Golden Elixir.

"Let me go, senior brother!" Jiang Qing looked eager to try.

"You want to be scolded, right?" Kang Dabao glanced at him. "Then go ahead and tell the Lu family of Fangshishan, Qinyelin and Xue family to send reinforcements to us to help the Ye family. It goes without saying that the lips and teeth are interdependent. Go quickly and come back quickly. Remember not to act on your own."

The spiritual veins outside Jackdaw Mountain are broken, and even a decent first-level spiritual vein is hard to find. There are only the Ye family, Lu family, Xue family and Chongming Sect, which have some scale of forces.

When the previous leader of the Chongming Sect was in power, the sect seemed to be somewhat prosperous and was considered the leading force in the entire Jackdaw Mountain. The other three families could barely be considered vassals of the Chongming Sect and had marriage ties with each other, so at least there was a tacit understanding of helping each other.

Although the Chongming Sect is now in decline, there is still some ties of kinship between the clan and the people. Otherwise, it would be questionable whether the seven members of the Lu family could have walked out of the Chongming Sect alive last time.

Therefore, Kang Dabao felt that it should not be a problem for them to jointly send people to provide assistance.

At nightfall, Jiang Qing returned with three Lu family cultivators and one Xue family cultivator.

The people from the Lu family were fine. The leader was the second family head, who was at the fifth level of Qi training. The remaining two were also middle-aged, at the third level of Qi training. Half of the seven cultivators were able to come out, which was considered their best effort. I don't know if Jiang Qing defeated them last time.

The man from the Xue family had cloudy eyes, white hair and beard, a first-level magic weapon with dim light on his waist, and a dead aura all over his body.

Apart from anything else, it is rare to find someone of this age who is still at the second level of Qi training.

"Master Xue said that his nephew is an old man with a lot of experience and can take on important responsibilities." Jiang Qing couldn't help smiling as he spoke.

"You and Fellow Daoist Xue guard the sect, and the rest of us and Fellow Daoist Lu will go to the Ye family first." Kang Dabao didn't have time to get angry, as his words made Jiang Qing's face fall. With those words, the group of six hurriedly rushed to Hengshan.

At this time, Hengshan had become a hell on earth.

"Mother, mother," a little boy with pigtails whimpered as he watched his father, who was resisting with weapons, being beheaded by a soldier covered in black blood. The hot blood poured on the boy's face. Before he could cry, he saw his mother being carried into the house by the laughing soldiers. Soon, the sound of a woman crying and begging for mercy was heard.

"You bastard!" A man from the Ye family, wielding two axes, was like a madman in the narrow alley. He chopped the invading enemies into pieces one after another until he had killed his way through the alley and made all the soldiers retreat in fear. Only then did he breathe a sigh of relief. From the other side of the alley, a fireball flew over. The eight-foot-tall man could not dodge it, and his huge axe was burned to charcoal.

The monk in white who cast the spell looked at his soldiers with disgust and waved his hand to order them to continue looting. He held a black banner in his hand, intending to absorb all the wronged souls in the fortress.

Half of the fortress, hundreds of families, were all trapped in a sea of ​​blood. Men's heads were chopped off one by one, women's clothes were torn off one by one, and children were sent to carts full of gold and silver. The treasures in the eyes of parents were no different from these dead things at this moment, they were just wealth.

"Listen up, sons of the Ye family, guard the ancestral temple well. As long as we hold out until the immortal leader of the clan is free, we will make sure that these evil villains will die without a burial place!" A capable old man, waving a long sword and riding a bull with the bloodline of a spiritual beast, walked around in the armored formation of the Ye family's strong men, loudly encouraging them.

The strong men responded in a deep voice, this is the last line of defense.

Behind them were their families and the direct blood relatives of the immortal elders in the tribe, and they had to be protected well without any mistakes. As for the ordinary tribesmen in the fortress, no one could do anything about it.

Their opponents were a group of fierce villains in fine armor and weapons. "Fire!" The thick crossbow string of the Ten Ox Crossbow rebounded, and the sound made the strong man firing the crossbow hurt his ears.

The three Ten-Ox Crossbows that had been modified by the Ye family monks were so powerful that even ordinary Qi-cultivating monks had to avoid their sharp edges. The shield formation formed by the villains on the opposite side was pierced by the sharp crossbow arrows, causing a scream of agony.

The shield formation was in chaos for a moment. The old man saw an opening and took the lead, riding his bull and smashing into the shield formation fiercely. He swung his sword and flipped the visors of countless villains. The two thick horns of the bull under him were also stained with blood. Soon, he had cleared a clearing.

"Attack!" The strong men in armor formed a battle formation, raised their spears, and rushed into the group of villains. They easily broke through the shield formation and then broke it into pieces.

"Kill!" The members of the Ye family who were highly skilled in martial arts jumped into the formation with various weapons in their hands, and fought against the highly skilled ones among the villains.

"Shoot!" The member of the Ye family who controlled the crossbow was very skilled and brave. The arrows from the three ten-ox crossbows brushed past the Ye family's army formation and accurately penetrated into the small formations of several villains that had not yet collapsed.

A crossbow arrow as thick as an adult's arm grazed the ear of a villain, and half of his ear and a piece of skin the size of a palm were cut off by the strong wind brought by the crossbow arrow. Before he could cry out in pain, the villain was covered with blood and flesh by his comrades who exploded behind him. The villain couldn't tell which part of the blood on his face was his own and which was his old comrades'. He was so scared that he cried and left behind his sword, shield and leather armor, and turned around and walked away.

"No more fighting, no more fighting. The village was destroyed by us from Qinglang Mountain. Why should the Black Tiger Camp have so much fun in the village while we are here gnawing on bones? No more fighting, no more fighting!"

"It's always like this. Where's the boss? Where's the boss? The boss that I raised is not compliant! Let's not fight anymore. Let the Black Tiger Battalion do the fighting!"

"Damn it, the Black Tiger Battalion has almost finished giving birth in the village. I'm done with this."

Less than a quarter of an hour into the fight, the villains' shield formation began to disintegrate. A middle-aged monk who was watching the fight from behind the formation had a sinister expression on his face, and snorted coldly at the leader of Qinglang Mountain, a giant man with a scar on his face and wearing golden armor.

"I'll give you two quarters of an hour. Get your men ready and charge again. If you still can't break through, you'll die in the formation."

The giant responded in panic, holding a nine-ring broadsword and killing a bunch of the fugitives who turned their backs. Then several leaders, both big and small, rode on horses to gather the fleeing troops and scolded them loudly.

"The people of Qinglang Mountain are getting more and more useless." The middle-aged monk muttered. They still want to compare with the Black Tiger Camp. They are all blood relatives of us monks. How can you bastards be worthy? If I didn't want to stain my hands with too many mortal lives and was afraid of attracting those nosy righteous people, why would I keep you useless people?

Before the Qinglang Mountain team had assembled, the Ye family's spear formation had already rushed over, scaring the Qinglang Mountain team so much that their shield formation almost collapsed.

A group of terrified losers. The giant kept cursing, but couldn't stop the chaos. The crossbow arrows from the Ten-Ox Crossbow had already flown over, and several blood flowers exploded in the middle of the shield formation.

"Whoever retreats will die!" A group of supervisors from the Black Tiger Camp chopped all the scattered soldiers to pieces, and then this group of iron cans pressed forward step by step with sabers in hand, causing the Green Wolf Mountain thugs to curse them incessantly, but they could only face the Ye family's gun formation and act as the Black Tiger Camp's meat shield.

The giant's nine-ring knife collided with the old man's long sword, and there was no difference between them. However, the bull raised its long horns and fiercely stabbed into the head of the giant's mount. The giant's eyes were just beginning to show the horror. The old man's long sword was about to cut the giant's throat with a light stroke. At this time, a wind blade suddenly attacked. The old man didn't even have time to react, and he and his spiritual bull were evenly cut in half.

The giant who had just returned from the gates of hell collapsed on the ground. He looked up and saw the sinister gaze of the middle-aged monk. He was so frightened that he jumped up and swung his sword wildly.

The resolute Ye family warriors did not retreat, but instead were filled with grief and indignation because of the old man's sacrifice. Facing the Ai army, even a top martial arts master as strong as Juhan could only be like a small boat, shallowly cutting through the oncoming tide of troops.

"Shoot!" This time the crossbow arrows were heading towards the Black Tiger Camp. The middle-aged monk no longer stood idly by. He waved the whisk in his hand, and several wind blades cut the incoming crossbow arrows into powder.

At this time, two powerful Wuzong warriors covered in blood emerged from the Ye family formation. The thick Black Tiger camp formation could not stop them at all. They were easily killed in a few steps and rushed straight to the middle-aged monk.

The middle-aged monk showed no fear. He raised his whisk and hundreds of silver threads flew up. The weapons of the two martial masters could be called divine weapons, but they could not do anything to these silver threads. The middle-aged monk changed his spiritual spell, and the silver threads tightly wrapped the two martial masters, like a cocoon. The middle-aged monk shouted softly, and the two martial masters were easily cut into pieces by hundreds of silver threads before they could say anything cruel.

After doing all this, the middle-aged monk frowned and waved his whisk, and the flesh and blood mixed in between the silver threads fell off like a light rain.

"The Black Tiger Battalion will attack us and destroy the Ye Family's ancestral hall. All the people in the village will be yours if they don't put down their swords for seven days!"

The morale of the soldiers in the camp suddenly boosted, their enthusiasm reached the sky, and everyone's eyes were bloodshot, like butchers.

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