Mortal Seeking Immortal

As soon as the young male cultivator finished speaking, he heard the middle-aged male cultivator leading him scold harshly: "Shut up! It's a shame that you are still a member of my clan and you are so timid!"

The young male cultivator shut up instantly and stood cowering behind the middle-aged male cultivator, not daring to say another word.

The middle-aged male cultivator turned to look at the honest man and said: "We are the only two with higher cultivation here. If we encounter a demon cultivator soon, I will try my best to hold the demon cultivator away. You are responsible for taking them away. Remember, leave me alone. Run for your life." Lord, only one can escape.”

"After leaving this place, quickly report the situation here to the monks of the four sects and three sects, and ask them to send monks to strangle the demon cultivators here. If the reinforcements arrive in time, maybe I can still escape by chance."

The honest man nodded quickly, while the delicate girl looked at the middle-aged male cultivator with tears in her eyes: "Second uncle, let's go together."

The middle-aged male cultivator smiled bitterly and shook his head. Just as he was about to speak, he heard the faint cry of a baby below, which suddenly became extremely harsh.

When the delicate girl and others with low cultivation level heard this voice, they felt as if their brains were being pricked by needles. They felt excruciating pain. The spiritual power in their bodies was temporarily difficult to control. The flying swords under their feet became shaky and seemed to fall at any time. risks of.

The middle-aged male cultivator had a higher level of cultivation and was only affected by the baby's cry for a few breaths. He quickly reacted and set up a soundproof shield around his body to block the baby's cry.

After seeing the middle-aged male cultivator's behavior, the honest man and the woman also imitated his example and set up protective shields around their bodies.

Only the pretty girl and the young male cultivator were too low in cultivation and were too affected by the baby's cry to set up a shield on their own. The middle-aged male cultivator helped them set up a shield around their bodies.

With the protection of the shield, the situation of the pretty girl and others was better, and they were no longer affected by the baby's cry.

The middle-aged male cultivator looked solemnly at the place where the baby's cry came from below. While taking out the spirit sword, he secretly sent a message to the honest man, asking him to take the three pretty girls away quickly.

The middle-aged male cultivator had a premonition that the strength of the demon cultivator he encountered this time must be extraordinary. If they did not leave quickly, perhaps all five of them would be buried here.

The honest man took out four precious wind escape talismans from his arms and was about to shoot them on the three pretty girls. Unexpectedly, at this moment, six black demonic energies soared into the sky from the city below and quickly surrounded the five of them. Inside.

The middle-aged male cultivator's expression changed. What he was most worried about appeared. Unexpectedly, there were as many as six demon cultivators hiding here, and two of them had reached the early stage of foundation building.

Unless a high-level monk suddenly passes by and lends a helping hand, the five of them will have no chance of survival.

However, there are few people around this place, let alone high-level monks. Even the monks passing by are very few. If they were not afraid of arriving at Fengcheng late and being punished by the monks of the four sects and three sects, the five of them would not take the risk and choose this road.

The middle-aged male cultivator looked around hopefully. There were only groups of monsters lurking in the mountains, forests and wastelands, waiting to devour their flesh and blood.

The delicate girl looked at the demon cultivator who surrounded them, and asked in a low voice with a trembling voice: "Second uncle, what should I do?"

Before the middle-aged male cultivators could speak, they saw an old woman in the early stage of foundation construction wearing a gray robe, with gray hair, and wrinkled skin in her arms who was blocking their way. She was holding a blood-stained swaddling clothes and her waist was bent. She looked sideways at another early-stage foundation-building demon cultivator standing next to her and smiled:

"Xuelang, I didn't expect that we were so lucky today. We met five monks. Now my baby can have a full meal."

The baby's cry that the pretty girl and others heard just now came from the swaddling clothes in the old woman's arms.

After the old woman finished speaking, she gently shook the swaddling clothes in her arms as if coaxing a child, and made a strange humming sound from her mouth. Then, with a pair of eyes as muddy as a dead fish, she looked at the group of people surrounding her. pretty girl.

Another demon cultivator in the early stage of foundation building standing next to the old woman frowned dissatisfiedly after hearing this and said: "Damn old woman, I have agreed that I can only give you two at most out of these five people."

The Demonic Cultivator of the Foundation Establishment Stage stretched out his hands and moved slightly, as if he was preparing to take action at any time. Only then did the five delicate girls notice that his hands were as dark and sharp as wolf claws.

A kind smile appeared on the old woman's face: "Blood wolf, just two, old lady, I don't care about you, a junior. Women's flesh is the most delicate. I want those two female cultivators."

The figure of the delicate girl trembled under the old woman's "kind" gaze. The middle-aged male cultivator hurriedly stepped forward and blocked the old woman's sight for the delicate girl.

The blood wolf said casually: "It's up to you, damn old woman, remember to keep their heads and take them back to claim credit, but don't feed them to your damn child together like last time."

After Xue Lang said this, he saw a murderous intent appear in his eyes, and his figure suddenly turned into a black mist, shooting toward the middle-aged male cultivator standing in front!

The middle-aged male cultivator hurriedly waved his sword to resist, and countless sharp sword lights came out from under his spiritual sword, swishing towards the black mist transformed by the blood wolf!

The black mist seemed to be able to withstand attacks. The sharp sword light emitted by the middle-aged male cultivator could not even break through the outermost layer of black mist, and was eroded by the evil energy emanating from the black mist.

The black mist shot at the middle-aged male cultivator at an unabated speed.

Seeing this, the middle-aged male cultivator's expression changed. He took out a few earth-yellow charms from his arms and quickly threw them into the black mist transformed by the blood wolf.

The talisman flashed with light, and instantly turned into countless fireballs and ice cones that attacked the black fog. When the fireballs, ice cones and black fog collided with each other, a dazzling white light burst out in the air, completely engulfing the black fog.

The pretty girls showed a hint of expectation in their eyes, hoping that the blood wolf would be buried in this white light, but the middle-aged male cultivator knew that with the blood wolf's cultivation, it was impossible for him to be buried here so easily.

Sure enough, before the white light dissipated, the black fog shot out from the white light at a very fast speed and attacked the middle-aged male cultivator!

The middle-aged male cultivator hurriedly offered a shield to block in front of him, and the next moment he saw the black fog hit the shield head-on. The originally solid shield actually had a tiny crack under the impact of the black fog.

The middle-aged male cultivator's face changed when he saw this. You know, this shield is a lower-grade foundation-building shield, which is enough to show that the demon cultivator's physical strength is extraordinary.

The black fog failed to hit the target, and launched several attacks on the shield. Although they were all blocked by the shield, the only foundation-building shield on the middle-aged male cultivator was also covered with cracks under the attack of the demon cultivator, and it could be scrapped at any time.

The middle-aged male cultivator did not despair. He sprayed a mouthful of blood on the spirit sword, and saw the spirit sword glowing brightly.