This is what cultivating immortals is like

Hu San didn't care on his face, but there were waves in his heart. It was just that the spiritual veins of Dongqi County collapsed, but it was okay. If there were more formations like this...

Without the spiritual mountain, the monks will either go to grab other people's territory, or move their factions away from Wuzhou. No matter which one, it will lead to constant disputes inside and outside Wuzhou.

His own family knows his own affairs, and Hu San is very aware of the current situation in Wuzhou. It is stagnant on the surface, but in fact it is extremely chaotic due to internal fighting. If it encounters a natural disaster such as the collapse of the spiritual veins, and there are several organized and premeditated man-made disasters, the result is self-evident. Qinggan is a lesson learned from the past.

Hu San's scalp was numb, and he suppressed the fear in his heart: "Master Zhao, how many dragon trap formations do you Qinggan people still have in hand?"

"you guess!"

"..."

Lu Bei took a deep breath and recovered from the shock. People's joys and sorrows are not the same. Hu San was worried that Wu Zhou was in danger of overthrowing the country, while he was worried about taking advantage of the legacy left to him by his master.

I remember very clearly that when I first explored the ruins, Mo Buxiu mentioned in the letter left by him that if there was no disaster of spiritual vein collapse, no one would have discovered it for two hundred years.

At that time, he thought Mo Buxiu had made a mistake and even snickered.

Now it seems that Mo Buxiu's calculation was wrong. He was obviously too right. The spiritual veins of Dongyang County where the ruins are located collapsed, and the dead mouse was killed by She Zhang's blind snake.

This is not the point. Of the three bronze boxes left behind by Mo Bu Xiu, one of them was opened in advance on Lu Beitiao's map. The remaining two were far from reaching the conditions for opening due to insufficient cultivation. If these two ruins were also opened earlier due to the collapse of the spiritual veins, Being discovered...

MD, you are dead!

Lu Bei looked at Zhao Xiayang with murderous intent and said with hatred: "The remnant of Qinggan has committed a heinous crime and deserves to be killed!"

Hu San perked up and looked at Lu Bei with admiring eyes. He was thick-faced, cunning and suspicious, and he was always determined to serve the country. He was a good young man. He was tricked into entering the Xuanyin Division and trained for a few years. He would definitely be a capable member. Go-getter.

Isn't this the right-hand man that my mother said? I finally found it!

Thinking of this, Chu He, his former right-hand man, immediately felt bad.

"What a remnant of the Qing Dynasty. Zhao's head is here. Come and get it if you want." Zhao Xiayang sealed the bleeding wound, opened his arms, and looked provocative as if he was begging for a silver bracelet.

Lu Bei didn't know where Zhao Xiayang got his confidence, and Hu San didn't know either. The two of them remained silent, determined to wait for the other to take action first. The people of Xuanyin Division, who had been silent for a long time, could not hold back, and with Chu He's nod of permission, they brandished their long swords and killed everyone in Qingshui Gate.

The war broke out again, and the disciples of Qingshui Sect were unwilling to take the lead. The two sides rushed to one place, with swords and swords...

It disappeared into thin air the moment it was swung out.

A horrifying scene suddenly appeared. Ice-blue spiritual veins crisscrossed the stone formation. They were originally dormant, but they suddenly exploded under unknown guidance.

Blue tentacles that looked like electric lights popped out one by one, sweeping away the light and sword energy. Not only that, everyone who used magic power on the scene could not escape. They were wrapped around the body by the tentacles and gently pulled, and scattered into ashes.

In the blink of an eye, without a word, most of the people in the field were drifting in the wind. Those who ran slowly, or those who didn't take action like Lu Bei, watched in horror as large pieces of ashes were thrown up.

"Beautiful, this scenery is really beautiful."

Zhao Xiayang clapped his hands in praise, and was quite disappointed that Hu San was not tricked: "Zhao forgot to mention that the collapse of the spiritual veins cannot happen overnight, and the Dragon Trapping Formation is still operating. As for the missing spiritual energy... Zhao can only say that the Dragon Trapping Formation I'm very hungry, very hungry. If you don't want to become a meal for the Earth Dragon, it's better not to use your cultivation power."

All things are created to nourish people, and people have nothing to repay to heaven. Whatever they took before, they will pay back now.

"Despicable, I have never seen such a shameless person like you!"

Hu San cursed loudly, and while speaking, he took off his Qiankun bag and took off his clothes, leaving only a pair of underpants on him.

When walking in the rivers and lakes, always remember the Yin person. The clothes and Qiankun bag on his body are hidden traps. If you don't take them off now, it will be too late to passively activate them and attract spiritual pulse attacks later.

Lu Bei was dumbfounded. A boy must learn to protect himself when he goes out. Even if he is in prison, he cannot be taken advantage of by witches, witches, and fairies. He said that he has learned this.

The disciples of the Qingshui Sect looked at their leader in disbelief. They knew that Zhao Xiayang kept the secret to seduce the Xuanyin Division, but so many loyal brothers suffered disasters just because of Zhao Xiayang's trick to lure the enemy...

We are all close friends and relatives!

The rabbit died and the fox was sad. The disciples of Qingshui Sect had complicated thoughts, either disappointed or confused, and felt indescribably uncomfortable.

Zhao Xiayang didn't care at all. He had only one mission in establishing the Qingshui Gate. He was waiting for the opportunity to activate the Dragon Trap Formation, subvert the spiritual veins of Dong Qi County, and destroy the foundation of the local monks. After the success was completed in the future, Qing Qian could raise his troops to restore the country.

To him, the disciples of the Qingshui Sect were just tools to hide their identities and had no value anymore. It didn't matter to him how they felt, whether they were sad or happy.

"Start with you first!"

Zhao Xiayang strode towards Hu San, exhaling the cyclone and turning it into sword energy. His blood surged, and his muscles swelled. Every step he took left a deep footprint on the ground.

Purple energy came over, overwhelming his face. Lu Bei's eyes twitched and he took back what he said before. Damn it, it's Hu San. I don't know if it's too late for him to abandon the dark side and turn to the bright side now.

He raised his hand and pushed Hu San: "Sir, as you said, it would be easy to kill him."

"Gudu!"

Hu San swallowed and smiled coquettishly: "Brother, to be honest, I have a younger sister who has a graceful figure and is even better than me in appearance. She is currently waiting to be married."

Bah, shameless!

Lu Bei had a look of disgust on his face, and he backed away three meters away as he was not a womanizer.

It is true that because of the collapse of his spiritual veins, the treasure Mo Buxiu left for him might be picked up by outsiders. This hatred was irreconcilable, and he wished he could kill all the remaining Qinggans one by one with his sword.

But revenge requires strength. You cannot use magic power in the trapped dragon formation, and you cannot even open the Qiankun Bag. If you move it, your corpse will be gone. Not only are the two trump cards "Blood Nest" and "Retrospective" unable to be used, but even normal attack skills such as "Undertow" that charge energy and critical strikes cannot be used.

The fact that his basic attributes can overwhelm monks in the same realm does not mean that he can overwhelm those in the Baodan realm who are practicing physical cultivation. Zhao Xiayang's basic attributes are also not bad, and he has the ability to turn air into a sword. Is he going to fight with his head?

At this time, not to mention that Hu San has a beautiful sister, but also the entire female family members are present, all of them are charming and enchanting. He, Lu Bei, has always maintained his principle, and if he doesn't get close to women, he won't get close to women.

"Brother, don't panic, you will still be assisting this time."

Hu San Yuqi conveyed in ventriloquism: "I held Zhao, the Dragon Trap Formation is still operating, and will not stop for at least ten years. You take the opportunity to destroy the formation. It depends on you whether you live or die today. .”

Lu Bei snorted heavily and replied loudly: "It's a daydream. Ding is a man who is greedy for life and afraid of death. He just wants to live in this world. If you want to break the formation, find someone else!"

After that, he turned around and walked away, slipping into the stone path behind.

The corners of Hu San's mouth twitched, he lowered his head and kept yelling. When he saw Zhao Xiayang approaching with a ferocious smile, his face immediately became fierce and he pointed his sword at the location of his heart.

"Pfft!"

Hu San opened his mouth and spit out blood, and the muscles in his body bulged. He did not know what kind of forbidden technique he had used. His blood flow accelerated, and his heart rumbled like a drum. The skin all over his body was burning red, and his delicate body swelled to two meters tall. The red blood evaporated from his pores, and he looked like a ghost in a sea of ​​​​blood and a mountain of corpses. There was no trace of his previous beauty.

"Chu He, I'm here to hold Zhao Xiayang, and quickly destroy the formation!"

Hu San shouted loudly, stepped forward and punched straight towards Zhao Xiayang's door. The red steam dragged the afterimage, and his speed was not much worse than Zhao Xiayang who was going all out.

"What a blood-burning pulse-breaker, your morale is commendable. Zhao wants to see how much blood you have enough to burn!" Zhao Xiayang smiled disdainfully, clenched his five fingers into a fist seal, and responded to Hu San with a straight punch.

boom! !

Huge air waves surged across the sky, accompanied by sharp whistles and explosions. The Qingshui Sect disciples in the distance all opened their mouths wide and rolled their eyes, like dehydrated fish. After landing, they were punched in the head.

Chu He received the order, shook his body and woke up. He rode forward and led the four remaining Xuanyin Division spies straight to the center of the formation.

Around him, Qingshui Sect disciples woke up one after another. Some of them had complicated expressions and lowered their heads, refusing to stop or making a sound. Others were still loyal to Zhao Xiayang and raised their swords to kill him.

On Hu San's side, he burned his blood and fought for his life in exchange for strong explosive power. For a while, he was fighting with Zhao Xiayang. The two fought farther and farther, and everyone in his path was turned upside down. The aftermath of the air wave alone caused a large amount of damage.

But anyone with a discerning eye can see that Zhao Xiayang is able to do it with ease, like a cat playing with a mouse, and has enough energy to spare. Hu San will not be able to hold on for long before his blood will be burned out, and defeat is doomed.

In the corner, Lu Bei poked his head, squinting at the trapping dragon formation.