Demonic World: I Pay to Win in Cultivation

Overcast clouds, light snow falling.

In the sky above Tonggu County, Du Kang bid farewell to a charming white peacock, circling each other.

Looking down from the air, Tonggu County is in ruins. Many mortals are rushing to repair houses in the snow, but more people are dragging coffins to be buried outside the city. Some are wrapped in straw mats and carried outside the city without a coffin .

Compared with the living people, these dead people are unfortunate, but compared with the people who turned into fire spirits in yesterday's lava demon chaos, they are still lucky. At least they still have complete corpses instead of turning into fire spirits. ashes.

Du Kang could see that more people could only walk out of the city holding the ashes of their relatives. Tonggu County did not have the custom of cremation, but the lava demon thoughtfully cremated them, saving relatives the pain of carrying the corpses.

"Although the journey here is not far, the mountains are high and the rivers are long. I don't know when we will see you again. Du Lang must not forget me."

"It is better to spend time with Shang Jun than to forget each other in Jianghu. Shang Jun should not forget me."

Du Kang flew away from the sky above Tonggu County amidst loud laughter, without looking back, without any lingering thoughts.

Bi Fang, with intertwined blue, white and red feathers, flew to the peacock: "Just let him go?"

"He has to go. The Rakshasa Sect is coming. Shall we carry the thunder for him?"

"What a ruthless woman. She was the good lover who helped you kill the Black Tiger King. Pity my good brother-in-law. After being used by you, you abandon me like a shoe. Yangchun County is in a mess now. This time he I don’t know if I can survive when I go back.”

"The good brother-in-law you talked about forced me to take a Sumeru stone from me before leaving this morning. I still have to figure out how to settle this account with you. How about a 50-50 split between you and me?"

Feng Dake: "..."

On a roof in a corner of the county seat, with a blue silk shawl, a woman with picturesque features looked at the distant figure in the sky, her eyes full of attachment.

Suddenly, she sensed the message from the cyan talisman in Yinshen, with a gleam of joy on her face, she turned and walked down the roof. In the compound, unremarkable men were packing up their belongings, and it seemed that they were about to go on a long journey.

...

The cold wind blows off the residual leaves among the branches, and winter covers the whole world.

Zhang Danwei galloped along the mountain road, her expression panicked, and she turned her head to look behind her from time to time.

At this time, Zhang Danwei was not wearing the black clothes she always liked, but a white horse and a white horse trudging through the nearly one-foot-thick snow. The snowflakes fell on her shoulders and condensed into a layer of ice scab. .

Suddenly, the white horse's front hoof stepped on a snow nest, and half of the horse fell into it. Zhang Danwei was also thrown off the horse's back, and fell to the snow.

Rolling a few times on the soft snow to relieve the force of the fall, the first thing Zhang Danwei did when she stood upright was not to slap the snowflakes on her body, but to listen to the movement coming from her.

It wasn't until it was confirmed that there were only the rustling of falling snow and the screeching of the branches of the cold wind blowing in the snowy forest in the mountains, that he felt relieved and let out a heavy breath.

The white horse in the snow nest was panting heavily and struggling in vain. On the broken leg of the horse, the bone stubble pierced the skin and left a hideous wound.

The horse obviously couldn't survive, so Zhang Danwei stepped forward and stabbed the horse's head with a knife.

"You have worked hard for carrying me all the way, but don't worry, you won't have to suffer like this again in the future."

Gently closing the horse's eyes, Zhang Danwei walked towards the mountain forest beside the road. The reason for taking the big road was to save energy. Since the horse was dead, it was safer to walk on the mountain road.

But the black-clothed figure that appeared in front of her made her stop.

"Teacher Zhang values ​​love and righteousness. He couldn't bear to freeze his beloved horse to death in the snow, so he actually killed it with his own hands. It's really admirable."

The man's voice was hoarse, his face was as white as paper, and he stood still in the snow with a steel knife in his hand.

"People from the Wusheng Sect? Which Dharma protector are you? You all have dead faces. I really can't remember your appearance."

"Hahaha, Coach Zhang is really eloquent, but the name is not important, on Huangquan Road, don't forget, I'm the one who will kill you."

Once--

An ice pick broke through the snow, and the man in black dodged the naughty blow by dodging sideways. Before he had time to rejoice, an ice pick pierced the sole of his foot at the new footstep.

"what……"

The screams came to an abrupt end, and Zhang Danwei jumped in front of him at some point, pierced the man in black's side neck with a short knife, and slashed along the direction of the blade, cutting off all blood vessels in the throat and trachea. Also cut off his yelling.

"Do you think you were able to escape here because you were lucky? Be careful when killing people, otherwise you will be killed."

The short knife was sheathed, and the long knife was unsheathed to decapitate the undead Heiyeren in front of him. Zhang Danwei ran into the forest without looking back.

After a delay, Zhang Danwei had already heard the sound of horseshoes on the road. She didn't have the time to step on the snow without a trace, and she couldn't hide her footprints in this snowy day. Terrain buys itself time.

Puff-puff-puff-

Horseshoes made strange noises on the snow. Thirty or so black-armored cavalry rode up to the man in black whose head was separated. The leading cavalry dismounted and checked the wounds. footprints.

"It's that girl Zhang Danwei. Two people are left to look after the horses, and the rest follow me to search the mountains. Today is the day of meritorious service."

With an order, the black armored cavalry dismounted and rushed into the forest following the footprints.

This team of cavalry walked through the snow-colored mountain forest with fallen leaves, like a long black snake winding in the white world, and soon disappeared.

Only the two cavalry left behind gathered their companions' war horses and tied them to the trees on the side of the road to prevent them from getting lost.

A giant silver wolf quietly appeared by the side of the mountain road, its fur the same color as the snow concealed its figure, and when it saw the right moment, the silver wolf jumped forward.

The ice blade spat out from the wolf's mouth scratched the neck of a cavalryman, and then pierced into the body of the horse behind. The head of the cavalry flew high, and the wounded horse neighed in pain.

Immediately, the whole herd of horses became chaotic, without the comfort of the owner, fear made them all want to break free from the reins, and the horses neighed endlessly.

The last cavalryman drew his sword and wanted to protect himself, but his throat was bitten off by the pounced silver wolf, and he fell off the horse clutching his neck in pain, and was trampled to death by the chaotic horseshoes.

After that, ice blades flew among the horses, and the minions of the silver wolf became sharp weapons for killing horses. In just a moment, more than 30 horses fell into a pool of blood. The warm blood made the snow hot.

The silver wolf let go of the last horse's neck and was about to evacuate, when out of the corner of his eye he saw a sudden black in the snow.

The instinctive crisis made its limbs exert strength and jumped off the spot.

But it's still too late!

A thick and long crossbow arrow shot out from the forest, stabbing the silver wolf's hind leg, and the rest of the momentum pierced through it continuously. If it wasn't for the silver wolf's last jump, this arrow would have hit its wolf head.

A group of black armored soldiers ran out of the forest, and the cavalry who had been chasing in the forest appeared here now.

"Coach Zhang, you ran so fast that you almost lost your run. Don't you know that for soldiers, there is a saying that there is no way to enter the forest? How dare we chase and kill a blood-cloth practitioner in the forest Cultivator, this time you admit it."

The leader of the cavalry opened his mouth to delay time, allowing his subordinates to take the opportunity to complete the encirclement of Zhang Danwei, and to string up the magic crossbow, while secretly complaining in his heart.

He thought that Zhang Danwei would come back, but he didn't expect her to come back so soon. In this time difference, more than 30 horses were all killed, and now they could only walk back on two legs.

The lame silver wolf stood still and did not move, allowing the encirclement of the cavalry to get smaller and smaller, no longer struggling.

Zhang Danwei was too tired, several days of running away and fierce fighting had already exhausted her physical strength, and now that she was seriously injured, she was powerless to struggle.

Zhang Danwei, who was lying on the ground waiting to die, saw a birdman with long wings flying overhead. She suddenly thought in her heart, if she could also have a pair of wings to fly in the sky, would today's situation have a different ending.

But if there is no if, the encirclement of the cavalry is getting closer and closer, and she is about to die. She couldn't help laughing at herself, it turned out that she was so afraid of death that she had such ridiculous thoughts before she died.

In the sky, the flying Wingman suddenly turned back, and a familiar voice sounded high in the sky.

"Coach Zhang, long time no see, but there is something that needs my help."