Longevity: I, Cao, Can See The Prompt

Chapter 168 Confronting

It's just that after the seven Western Region Sect disciples got closer to where Cao Wei and the other three were, Xia Houyong saw that the smoke from the wooden tripod in his palm became more and more solid, so he suddenly raised his hand as a signal.

"It seems that the three fellow daoists of the Qingxia Sect want to compete with me in the front." The bearded man surnamed Chen sneered,

As soon as the words fell, the figures of the seven people flickered, and surrounded the four Foundation Establishments in a tacit understanding.

Seeing this, the middle-aged well-dressed man of the Foundation Establishment middle stage suddenly turned gloomy, while the other three Rogue Cultivators of the early stage approached him immediately.

Everyone sacrificed their own Magical Items, and their whole body was enveloped by auras transformed by various defensive means such as spirit beads, magic shields, and talismans.

"What do you mean by this?" the middle-aged cultivator said in a deep voice.

"Li fellow daoist is a local Foundation Establishment cultivator in southern Xinjiang after all. I think he is more familiar with Youyun Daze than foreigners like me. Why don't you four take the next route, so as not to accidentally go in the wrong direction!" Xia Hou Yong laughed loudly.

"Why, is it possible that Brother Xiahou has forgotten that he has been wandering here for decades when he came to Heavenly Devil? Isn't he too forgetful?" Between the five fingers of the middle-aged cultivator, there were several inch-long spirit cones Walking through like a fish, the aura falters.

During this trip, he didn't want to be the first bird to attract all the attention of the three members of Qingxia Sect!

After all, Lu Zai and Fang Ming are not easy to mess with.

In a sense, the former can be said to be the great-grandson of the Xiaguang True Monarch lineage. Of course, this is a bit of a stretch.

Master Fang You is Xia Guang's direct disciple, while Lu Hu is only a registered disciple of Master Fang You. Therefore, as Lu Hu's disciple, Lu Zai, his name is not qualified to be placed on the master-disciple succession.

But even so, this person is definitely more difficult to deal with than Qingxiazong's usual Foundation Establishment middle stage.

Although the latter Fang Ming is only a Foundation Establishment early stage Cultivation Base, but as the youngest Foundation Establishment cultivator in the Gold Core family, no one can guarantee how many means this person has to protect himself and kill the enemy.

Who let the Fang family have a good ancestor, even after a few hundred years have passed, he can still shade the next generation cultivator!

As for Cao Wei, who was not well-known at the beginning, after the reminder of the bearded man surnamed Chen, everyone also understood that this person might be the most troublesome.

In this world, a cultivator who can practice all the way from Qi Refining late stage to Foundation Establishment middle stage within six years is definitely not an easy thing.

Otherwise, the Kui Niu demon who lived for hundreds of years in the Qingxia Sect, how could he recognize him as a descendant?

But the other two thin middle-aged cultivators from Heavenly Devil's gate didn't have much patience.

One of them looked at the four of them indifferently, and said in a deep voice, "Should you go forward to explore the way obediently, or let me wait to help you?"

As he spoke, he spread out his palm, only to see four dark objects in his palm, the size of longan kernels.

From the appearance point of view, it is no different from the general Medicine Pill.

However, under the Divine Sense of everyone, these black pills are obviously tens of thousands of bugs tightly hugging together.

But Xia Houyong said unhurriedly: "Chaoyang Li's family, Sanchuan Yu's family, Shanggu Su's family, Yunzhong Xu's family, how are the four fellow daoists thinking?"

Hearing this, the faces of the four of them suddenly changed, because this is where their secular family is.

"Brother Xiahou, is it meaningless for you to say this? How can the matter between me and the cultivator involve mortals? Once this matter is known to the Qingxia Sect, it is very likely to trigger a wave of controversy between our southern border and the western regions. If that is the case, you guys will also bear the blame!" The middle-aged cultivator said in a deep voice.

It's just that the charming female cultivator surnamed Wen from Wunian Temple sneered when she heard this:

"Li fellow daoist is quite high-handed, not to mention whether the four Foundation Establishment Rogue Cultivators of you can represent the entire southern Xinjiang practice world, even if the Qingxia Sect finds out that our three sect disciples crushed some mortals to death What can I do? At most, I will cover the lid to keep the outside world from knowing. Is it possible that Xiaguang True Monarch will really stand up for these ants? Don't talk nonsense. Whether you accept this Ten Thousand Insect Powder Pill or not is up to you. If we agree, we won't waste everyone's time."

As soon as she finished speaking, there was a crackling sound from the bone whip in her hand, and the whip was broken piece by piece, turning into nine white bone swords, whirling around her body, the blade glowed coldly, buzzing Neighing like a snake.

Of course, some of these words are true and some are false.

Qingxiazong will not fight the three Nascent Soul Sects of the Western Regions, Heavenly Devil Gate, Wunian Temple, and Baihua Valley just because of a few mortal families, and will also hide this matter. And if other cultivators have doubts about this, either ignore it and let this trivial matter go, or find a plausible excuse when there is a lot of discussion.

However, in order to calm down the pressure exerted by the Qingxia Sect, these disciples could not escape the end of death in the end.

However, after more than ten breaths of time, the four of them did not say a word.

"Blessing benefactors, please make a decision as soon as possible!" White Cloud clasped his hands together and said slowly.

"It seems that you don't plan to cooperate anymore. Well, since you want to hurt your tribe, don't blame us for being cruel." Xia Houyong's expression turned cold, and he said gloomyly.

As soon as the sound fell, the middle-aged cultivator, who was among the three Foundation Establishment early stage Rogue Cultivators, suddenly burst into the sky with blue light surging all over his body, reaching a height of more than a hundred feet in a blink of an eye. The east where Fang Yuan City is located gallops away.

And at this time, the words of this person came faintly.

"Fellow daoists, Mr. Li only wants to protect himself, and has no intention of being an enemy to you. After leaving, he will never tell anyone else what happened to you."

In just a few words, within one or two breaths, the blue light transformed by this person shot out another li or two.

"I thought you were relying on something. It's too whimsical to want to get away with just a piece of magic amulet!" Xia Houyong said in a deep voice.

Before he finished speaking, he bent his knees slightly, and with a bang, a deep pit with a radius of several feet suddenly appeared under him, and accompanied by a gust of wind, the grass in all directions was directly pressed to the ground.

I saw Xia Houyong's figure disappearing in place, flying nearly a hundred feet into the air, and then turning into a golden-red shadow in mid-air and rushing away.

The remaining six Western Region Sect disciples present looked at the remaining three with indifferent expressions.

"How about you, you can learn from that Li fellow daoist and see if you can escape from death?" The bearded man surnamed Chen from Heavenly Devil's gate chuckled.

"No need, I will take this Ten Thousand Insect Powder Pill. Regardless of the success or failure of this trip, I think I will die if I think about it. I just ask you not to blame the Yu clan!" An old man sighed and put away his Flying Sword and magic shield.

Seeing this, the middle-aged cultivator from Heavenly Devil flicked his finger, and a black pill fell into this person's hand.

The old man surnamed Yu weighed the poison pill in his hand, then closed his eyes, opened his mouth and swallowed it.

As soon as the black pill was swallowed, the old man let out a heart-piercing scream and fell to the ground, rolling back and forth non-stop.

The blood vessels and veins on his body burst out one by one, twisting and wriggling non-stop. In addition, one after another black runes emerged, submerged into the blood vessels, and flowed to all parts of the body with the rapid blood.

After a full cup of tea, the old man stood up dripping with sweat.

It's just that this person was not injured on the surface, on the contrary, his aura was stronger than before, faintly reaching the level of the Foundation Establishment middle stage.

However, when the two saw this, their expressions suddenly tightened.

"The tiger-wolf medicine that forcibly overdraws the cultivator's lifespan?" Another Foundation Establishment Rogue Cultivators gasped.

The Heavenly Devil door cultivator looked at the two of them indifferently, raised his left hand, and stretched out a finger.

After a breath, he stretched out a second one.

Seeing this, the two stopped resisting and put away their Magical Items.

"Even if you are sensible, a short life is better than no life now."

Between the words, two Wandu powder pills fell into their mouths.

All of a sudden, the two Foundation Establishment Rogue Cultivators were like the former, rolling around on the grass, screaming.

The horror of the Foundation Establishment old man just now hadn't faded away, and he couldn't help trembling.

The expressions on the faces of the six people present did not change at all.

After another cup of tea, the two stood up with panicked faces, as if they had been fished out of the water.

At this time, an inhuman corpse fell down in midair. It was actually the middle-aged cultivator surnamed Li who was the first to escape just now.

The man's two thighs were broken directly from the knee, the stubble at the wound was white and reddish, and his right arm disappeared from the shoulder, as if he was dying.

Xia Houyong slowly flew down from the sky, only to see that the skin on his body had a faint golden metallic luster, but his face was as red as blood.

He gasped for air, his heart beating like a drum under his chest.

After a while, Xia Houyong just recovered a little bit. He casually threw the arm he was holding onto the corpse, and then glanced at the remaining three Rogue Cultivators indifferently.

After sensing the aura of the three, he nodded in satisfaction.

"Are Lord Xiahou in good health?" White Cloud asked with a grin.

"It's just a bit of effort, thank you White Cloud fellow daoist for your concern!" Xia Houyong's breath was still a little rough at the moment, but the fluctuation of Magic power's breath didn't fluctuate too much.

"The benefactor is fine, so the little monk is relieved." White Cloud clasped his hands together and said softly.

Hearing this, Xia Houyong snorted coldly.

After all, how could he not know what this person was planning in his heart?

And the Wen fellow daoist of the Foundation Establishment middle stage of Wunian Temple, and the Liu fellow daoist of Baigugu, these two Foundation Establishment middle stage cultivators almost have the same plan.

Although the three of them are together, they are their masters and their own schemes. If they could really work together, they would have already taken action to intercept and kill the three Qingxia Sect cultivators in Luzai. Why bother to kidnap a few Foundation Establishment Rogue Cultivators? Pathfinder?

Xia Houyong pointed to the southwest direction, and said in a deep voice: "The cultivator of the Qingxia Sect is more than three hundred miles away from here, you go there. Don't have any thoughts that you shouldn't have, and expose our identities. Otherwise, think about what will happen to your Qi Refining and secular clansmen."

Hearing this, the three of them looked at each other, then glanced at the body of fellow daoist surnamed Li on the ground, and ran towards the direction the person was pointing at.

On the way, the three Rogue Cultivators did their best to use the method of restraining energy to minimize their sense of existence.

Xia Houyong and the other seven people watched the three of them go away, and then hung behind, keeping the distance of twenty or thirty miles.

A group of people crossed mountains and ridges, and after traveling for more than 200 years, they appeared on a relatively desolate hill, looking at a black volcano that was spewing gray smoke in front of them, and the distance between the two sides was only forty or fifty miles at the moment. .

Not far away, the three Foundation Establishment Rogue Cultivators couldn't help slowing down, getting closer.

As for the place slightly above the mountainside, it has been shrouded in smoke and dust since I don't know when. It is about ten miles wide and three or four miles wide. Compared with other places without smoke and dust, it seems a bit eye-catching. .

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In the smoke and dust, the three members of Qingxia Sect had a shield of spiritual light all over their bodies, and they stood on a huge black and red stone with their hands behind their backs.

And when Xia Houyong and the others approached a hundred miles away from where they were, the Tianyin bell in Fang Ming's arms flew out and tinkled toward the northeast.

Seeing this, Cao Wei followed the prestige and activated all his Divine Sense, covering a radius of more than 20 miles around him. Then he waved his hand, and the smoke and dust on both sides revealed a gap several inches wide, so as to scan the air and all directions. Use the prompt words to find the location of the visitor.

When the three Foundation Establishment Rogue Cultivators sneaked over, thinking that they were well concealed along the way, he had already sent a voice transmission to Lu Zai and Fang Ming, asking them to pay more attention.

At the same time, he was still searching for traces of Xia Houyong and others.

But suddenly Lu Zai turned his hand over and took out a big jade tablet with a slap in the palm, crushed it and turned it into powder, with blood tinged with it.

Seeing this, he said in a deep voice: "I have notified the fellow daoist of the nearby Law Enforcement Palace within a thousand miles to come, and the Seven Killing Fire Demon Formation is already brewing."

And with the escape speed of the Foundation Establishment cultivator, it only takes an hour to fly a thousand miles.

Even if the three of them lost, relying on the power of the big formation, it would be no problem to deal with them for more than half a day.

In the distance, the bearded man surnamed Chen in the Heavenly Devil gate looked at the soot spouted by the volcano in the distance, and said with a gloomy gaze:

"It seems that they want to use the power of this place to set up a fire magic circle to restrain the ancient gold body of Xiahou fellow daoist. I don't know if these three Rogue Cultivators can be used to consume their Magic power? However, Lu Zai majored in the Cultivation Technique of the earth system, and wanted to set up a large formation of the fire system, so he was used to using Magical Items. He only has a middle-grade fire system Flying Sword on him, so it doesn’t pose too much of a threat.”

"Since you are so confident, why don't you show me the ability of Chen fellow daoist, don't just talk hard, but be soft everywhere else!" The plump woman surnamed Liu from Baihua Valley laughed.

"Liu fellow daoist, after all, you and I had a dewy marriage, so why insist on holding on to Chen?" The bearded man said with a normal expression.

"It's nothing more than dislike, useless guy. Wen fellow daoist, when will you lend me White Cloud fellow daoist?" The woman chuckled.

(end of this chapter)