Cultivating Immortality: Taking on the cause and taking over the result, fellow Taoists, help me!

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In a dense forest.

"Hey, hand over your property and storage bags, or you will die!"

At this time, a short monk with pockmarks on his face, who was at the fifth level of Qi Refining, looked at the group of people in front of him with a crooked smile.

"Why waste time talking to them? Just chop them up. Anyway, all the things are ours!"

On the other side of the short monk, there was a middle-aged monk with a ghost-head knife and a hideous scar on his face.

He leaned against a tree trunk and said impatiently.

He exuded the spiritual pressure of the sixth level of Qi Refining without restraint.

"No, senior, please let us go!"

"Senior, we are all spiritual farmers, and we don't have many spiritual stones on us."

"Please be magnanimous, senior. We can't get out of this mountain without the storage bag."

"......"

Ten people were kneeling in front of them, begging for mercy from the two monks with fear.

Although their number was five times that of the two people on the opposite side, they were all cultivators in the early stage of Qi Refining.

No one dared to resist the two cultivators in the middle stage of Qi Refining.

Zhou Yang was among them, his face full of bitterness. He didn't expect that he would fall into the tiger's mouth again just after escaping from the dead.

However, he felt a small cloth bag in his arms, and his heart was slightly relieved.

"What a waste of time, since you don't know what's good for you, then go to hell!"

The scarred monk smiled grimly, waved the ghost-head knife in his hand and chopped it down.

A black light flashed, and one of the heads flew high, rolling to the ground, and died with his eyes open.

The remaining nine cultivators saw this scene, their faces turned pale, and the timid ones couldn't hold back their tears.

"I'll surrender, senior, don't kill me!"

"This is my spirit stone, please spare my life!"

Several people hurriedly took out spirit stones and valuables from all over their bodies, including the storage bag, and respectfully presented them with both hands.

"Haha, just these few spiritual stones? Not enough to buy your life, you better die!"

The scarred monk looked at these scattered spiritual stones and showed disdain on his face.

He didn't pick them up, but used his magic power to chop the group of people with a knife.

"Wait a minute, senior, I know who still has spiritual stones, it's him... He still has spiritual stones, and... There are still a lot of talismans!"

One of them saw that the scarred monk had murderous intentions, and quickly pointed at Zhou Yang who was kneeling with his head down.

"Li San, you betrayed me!"

Hearing this, Zhou Yang raised his head suddenly, his eyes fixed on the person who reported him.

"Zhou Yang... No, Brother Zhou, help me, I don't want to die! Hurry up and take out the things to honor the senior, as long as the senior is happy, we can live!"

The monk named Li San dodged his eyes and didn't look at Zhou Yang's eyes.

"Oh? Boy, it seems that you are not honest. Hand over the things, maybe we can let you go."

The short monk with freckles narrowed his eyes, looked at Zhou Yang, and said with a smile on his face.

Neither he nor the monk with scarred face intended to go forward. Hearing that the other party had many talismans on him, he became alert.

Zhou Yang's face looked a little ugly. He had just prepared to use talismans to fight when the two were not prepared, but he didn't expect to be pointed out by his companion.

He only had a first-level middle-grade talisman on him, and at this time the two were obviously on guard, and he had lost the initiative. Using talismans was no longer a threat.

Although he secretly cursed his companions as idiots, he had to come forward in the face of the two people who were staring at him.

Forcing himself to calm down, Zhou Yang stood up slowly under the pressure released by the two.

"Senior, I am the subordinate of Senior Wu, the 'Wu Dao Ren'. I hope you will give me some face. These spirit stones are my tribute to the two seniors."

As he said this, he handed over a small bag behind him, which contained all his wealth. Although he was unwilling, he had to bow his head at this time.

He brought up the name of Wu Dao Ren to intimidate the two.

As for handing over the talisman, that was impossible.

The other party was obviously not a cultivator who kept his integrity. Giving it to them would only make them more reckless in killing people.