"Jiang Xia! Jiang Xia? Are you still alive? Make a sound!"
Lao Jiang felt someone patting his cheek in his drowsy sleep.
He opened his eyes dazedly and saw Pomegranate squatting on his chest, shaking his head with its cold claws.
“This…I am…”
Jiang Xia shook his head vigorously to get rid of the drowsy feeling in his mind. He rubbed his head and sat up. He looked around and found that everyone was lying on the ground in a mess.
Various snoring sounds came one after another.
Shan Qiuming's snoring was the loudest.
This guy sleeps really badly. He looked at the sky again. There was already a ray of dawn light shining down from the sky.
"When did you come?"
Jiang Xia asked.
Pomegranate also felt that the scene in front of it was a bit strange. It turned its head to look at Huai'an Gong, who was lying on the ground and snoring. It would have been fine if the others were asleep.
How come even the land of incense and fire is sleeping so soundly?
"I just arrived and followed your spiritual energy through the earth veins, and I saw you all sleeping here."
Shi Liu scratched his bald head, tilted his head back, stared at Jiang Xia with red eyes, and said:
"You already know that an evil cultivator has captured a monster. How can you still sleep when it's such a big deal?"
"We were plotted against, you don't understand."
The memories before falling asleep were still echoing in Jiang Xia's mind. His memory ended at the moment when the mass of flesh and blood exploded into ashes, and then there was darkness.
Lao Jiang closed his eyes, called up the monitoring data of the chip, and found that he and his group had slept for about an hour and a half.
Fortunately, before the ambush, the surrounding dangers were cleared in advance, otherwise, in the situation just now, any evil cultivator could have become a god by picking up heads.
But what about that evil cultivator?
Why did he suddenly explode?
And that foul-smelling dust formed by flesh and blood, is it some kind of evil magic that will result in mutual destruction?
But his vital signs were not affected, and the spiritual energy in his body was functioning normally, without any sign of being cursed.
The consciousness is also very clear.
Jiang Xia rubbed his head, stood up , and used a slap to wake up the people around him. Soon, the people with the slap marks on their faces sat together, and no one spoke.
"It's not witchcraft."
The little fat man touched his whole body nervously, and took out an exquisite small ox horn bone object from his neck.
explain:
"My bone tool is intact. This bone tool was left to me by my grandma. It can resist witchcraft and curses. That evil cultivator is just a surrogate. He is not strong enough to crush the bone tool left by my grandma."
“It’s not poison.”
Shan Qiuming felt the spiritual power flowing through every inch of his solid flesh and blood, and said:
"My body is still very pure. The physique of a body cultivator has been tempered through thousands of trials and tribulations, and is most sensitive to toxins."
Jiang Xia nodded and looked at Ruyue again.
The slap mark on the secretary's face was much lighter than that on others. She pursed her lips, looked at the unusually calm pearl bracelet in her hand, and shook her head at Jiang Xia.
"The magic weapon given by the master can defend against evil killing spells below the cultivation realm. It has not been activated, so it is not an evil Taoist spell."
"The old man's magic power is not restricted."
Huai'an Gong said with some fear:
"It's not some evil incense trick. "
"I'm fine."
The little mist elf lying on Helya's shoulder said lively:
"So it's definitely not a trick of the spirits. The ball of ash doesn't seem to hurt us. Maybe the old villain just wants to scare us?"
The little mist elf's guess was naturally ignored by everyone.
In order to prevent it from interrupting again, Bad Pomegranate took the Little Mist Spirit to the side and wanted to "chat" with it.
"So, what is this thing?"
The third prince sighed gloomily and said:
"It can't be that he doesn't know any magic in the world, right? It's even more impossible that he has the mysterious truth of the Great Dao. If this evil cultivator has such means, he can't be just an evil cultivator in Xinggu!"
"You can't come up with the answer if you think about it here."
Old Jiang, who had been silent all this time, suddenly stood up. With a cold expression, he flexed his shoulders and fists, looked in the direction of Xinggu, and said:
"Whatever it is, the evil cultivators of the Yinhun Cult must know it! Let's go find them and ask them clearly."
"Yeah, that makes sense."
Shan Qiu Ming also stood up and stretched his body. No one else objected. If it was just that Lao Jiang had agreed to Cui Cheng Huang's official business of searching for the souls of the dead in Fengming Country.
Now, the matter of hunting down the Ghost Cult is closely related to everyone present.
This has become a personal vendetta.
"This situation did not occur when the other evil cultivators were killed."
Helya rubbed the bandage on his right arm and whispered to the boss:
"So it's probably only when one's strength reaches a certain level that those evil people will give one such strange power."
"Um."
Jiang Xia nodded and waved to Gu Miao. The clever girl looked worried but still ran over.
"Give me the Sun Seal."
Lao Jiang said:
"I'll teach you its second use."
Gu Miao quickly took out the flame seal hanging from his neck and handed it to Lao Jiang. The latter took it in his hand but did not inject all the spiritual power into it at once.
But it controls the speed like a steady stream of water.
Soon, golden heavenly fire began to dance on the surface of the Fiery Sun Seal, and the temperature suddenly became scorching hot.
"Hold on, don't move."
Jiang Xia raised the Fiery Sun Seal in his left hand, which glowed like a fireball, and said to everyone around him:
“Although I don’t know what that thing is, it should be related to evil spirits. Just treat it as a disinfectant. The masculine power of this thing is the best for restraining those evil spirits.
Come closer, bear with it, it might be a little hot..."
"Oh, my skirt is on fire!"
"Boss! Bad guy!"
"Snap"
"Why did you hit me? It's not like I burned your skirt! If you have the guts, hit the boss!"
"You peeked at me! I saw it!"
"Who's looking at you! What's so good about flat breasts? If I want to take a peek, I'll go and see..."
"Hmm? Who do you want to peek at, little fat boy?"
"Ah, ah, sister Ruyue and Heya, don't worry, I'll do it! I'm going to tear his mouth apart!"
"Don't run around naked!"
——
After an "accident", Jiang Xia and his group set out again into the Star Valley. This time they were much faster, and they pushed the two wooden kites to their maximum speed all the way.
It only took half an hour to cross three hundred miles and reach the forward base set up by Su and others.
"You go to Yandang Pond."
Jiang Xia jumped off the wooden kite and said to Shi Liu who was squatting on his shoulder:
"Take the little mist spirit with you and tell the people in charge of Yandang Pond about the evil cultivators' capture of the spirits. Ask them to send people to help."
"No."
Pomegranate shook its head. What was happening now concerned the safety of the spirit, so it put away its usual playful smile and stood on Jiang Xia's shoulder, looking at the valley ahead filled with dark clouds.
explain:
“You humans don’t quite understand the rules of my Yandang Pond. Even if I go to find the mountain guardian granny right now and she wants to mobilize the spirits to help you, she still needs to seek the consent of the other elders.
This is because the number of monsters in our tribe is too small, and every death or injury is a loss. Whenever we use foreign forces, conversations among the elders are inevitable.
but……
When the big monsters have nothing to do on weekdays, they will cover their heads and sleep.
It is not easy to find all the elders at once."
At this point, the pomegranate sighed and said:
"Besides, the mountain god is a very stable person. If I take Yun Xiaoliu with me, she may not believe us."
"Why?"
Jiang Xia paused for a moment, looked at the pomegranate, and said:
"Aren't you guys the most united spirits? If someone harms one of you, it means you all have been offended. Why don't you believe it now?"
"Because these naughty little mist elves like to lie on weekdays."
Pomegranate glared fiercely at the little mist elf in front of him, who was lying on Helya's shoulder, imitating its appearance and pretending to be a gargoyle.
It says:
"I know that we mountain monsters are said to be naughty by you human monks.
But these fog elves are much worse than us mountain monsters!
Not only do they like to pretend to be other spirits and cause trouble everywhere, they also like to lie. Their personalities are really as unpredictable as fog.
You must be curious, why do the fog elves live far away from Yandang Pond and close to the border of Southern Wilderness?
It's because they have such a bad reputation among the spirits.
Even the goddess Yunshui of their clan has become a big monster, but she still can't change the bad habit of lying. Do you know why that big monster always sleeps with his head covered and doesn't do anything?
That was caused by being beaten by the mountain-guarding grandmother.
It was because more than a hundred years ago, it said that a large army of human cultivators were coming to attack, and the story sounded so real that the entire Yandang Pond was mobilized, which directly alarmed the Immortal Alliance.
Grandma Zhenshan got very angry that time.
In front of the elders, they beat Lady Yunshui so badly that she is still hiding in her own temple to recuperate. The mist elves have done this kind of thing more than once, reporting false military intelligence and causing unrest in Yandangchi.
Their words naturally cannot be used as evidence.
If I want to ask the Yandangchi soldiers to be dispatched, I have to bring back some evidence. So I will tell you the truth.
If you hadn’t seen with your own eyes the evil cultivator catching monsters.
If I didn't trust you to speak nonsense, I would never believe that the evil cultivator from the Southern Wasteland would be so bold just based on Yun Xiaoliu's words. "
Pomegranate sighed helplessly and said:
"That's why these cunning evil cultivators chose the Mist Elves as their target. Even if one or two little Mist Elves escaped and went to Yandang Pond to ask for help, no one would believe them."
“Good fellow!”
Jiang Xia was completely confused.
He looked at the little mist elf squatting on Helya's shoulder and imitating a pomegranate with mist, his eyes full of astonishment, partly because what the pomegranate said was too unbelievable.
On the other hand, it’s also a headache.
Even though he was reborn into a different world, he never expected that the story of “The Boy Who Cried Wolf” would still haunt him and evolve into a new version right before his eyes.
"Such a rotten monster..."
Lao Jiang complained:
"Just don't save them and let them die on their own."
"Oh, that won't work."
The pomegranate got anxious first. It swung its long tail and said:
"The other fog spirits are hopeless, but Black Cloud is an exception. That guy... grew up with me. Like me, he was raised by the mountain-guarding grandmother.
My mother-in-law said it has spiritual charm.
She was afraid that it would be led astray by its mother, Yunshui Niangniang, so she raised it herself. Although it couldn't get rid of its nature and acted strangely sometimes, it was generally different from other fog elves.
I want to save it!
But I am not good at fighting."
Lord Pomegranate patted Lao Jiang's hair with his paw and said:
“So, Jiang Xia, you come to help. You don’t have to be afraid of these evil cultivators. Just listen to me. As long as we find the black cloud, let it go with me to find my mother-in-law.
Grandma, for the sake of our two 'adopted sons', might leave the elders aside and come to help you personally. Grandma is a heavenly spirit in the realm of seeking the way!"
The little mountain monster stretched out a claw, made a pressing motion in a very vivid way, and said:
"These evil cultivators can be crushed to death with just one finger."
"good."
Lao Jiang stroked his chin, looking at the valley shrouded in dark clouds in front of him. A green data stream flashed in his left eye prosthesis, and an information command was sent to the distant East.
He said:
"Then the battle plan is set."
“But Lord Huai’an said that these evil cultivators of the Yinhun Sect have set up a large number of evil formations in the valley. It would be a waste of time to break them one by one, so let’s skip the enemy search phase.
Let’s go straight into attack mode.”