Chapter One Hundred and Sixty Three Old People
Lu Yunze drove the Tiger King puppet and flew through the sky.
The Tiger King's puppet can escape as fast as the wind, which is faster than ordinary monks in the middle stage of pill formation. It only takes a few hours to reach the border land without hesitating the consumption of spiritual stones.
The next question is how to deal with Wang Luo.
Lu Yunze took a deep breath and forced down the boiling anger in his heart.
He originally thought that he would be so angry that he would lose his mind and go directly to Wang Luo to fight for his life. But as he approached the border, Lu Yunze was much calmer than he thought.
Wang Luo is a monk in the middle stage of pill formation, but in terms of cultivation, it is nothing. But not only does he practice the top-level magic skills of the Ghost Spirit Sect, but he also has Nether Mysterious Fire and Dragon and Phoenix Double Rings in his hands.
Picture three ancient treasures.
Strong in strength, firmly positioned in the first echelon below Nascent Soul.
Not to mention that in addition to his personal strength, he is also the leader of the Ghost Spirit Sect's invasion of the Yue Kingdom, and is surrounded by the Ghost Spirit Sect's main army.
With Lu Yunze's current strength, confronting him head-on would be like hitting a stone with an egg.
Lu Yunze remained silent, unfolding the cards he could play one by one, trying to find a way to break the situation.
How can we deal with the main army of Ghost Spirit Sect?
Thinking about this question made Lu Yunze's scalp tingle, but his eyes became calmer and calmer, like a quiet and biting cold pool under thousands of years of black ice.
Suddenly, Lu Yunze suddenly reached for his storage bag and grabbed something in his hand.
If we use this thing, we might be able to deal with the Ghost Spirit Sect's army, but...
Lu Yunze's eyes flashed, and the Tiger King puppet suddenly turned a corner and flew in another direction.
At the border of Vietnam, a demonic army of several hundred people surrounded a small hill.
Dazzling auras flashed alternately, and the formation hastily set up on the mountain was instantly shattered.
Dong Xuan'er was suspended among the demon cultivators. She looked coldly at the dozens of monks from the seven sects in front of her. Among them was a monk from Huang Maple Valley who was also an acquaintance of hers. He was also one of the male cultivators who surrounded her back then.
"Kill him, don't waste time here." She said coldly.
"Junior sister Dong, wait! I am..."
Before the man finished speaking, he saw a white-haired, skinny male cultivator next to Dong Xuan'er chuckled, raised his hand and released a gray-white shock wave, turning downwards.
Dozens of foundation-building monks were swept into ashes, including their personal and magical weapons.
"Miss, this should be the last group of defenders." On the other side of Dong Xuan'er, a coquettish female cultivator with a plump and voluptuous figure said with a smile.
This woman and the skinny male cultivator just now are both mid-stage alchemy monks. There are also two early-stage alchemy monks who look exactly the same and are actually twin brothers.
Judging from the attitudes of these four alchemy monks, it turned out that the person in charge of this team was Dong Xuan'er.
"We have wasted too much time here. It is time to enter the hinterland of the Yue Kingdom. We must not be overtaken by the other five sects." Dong Xuan'er said calmly, without even looking at the seven monks who died tragically.
"What the lady said is true, but there is no need for the lady to be so impatient. Anyway, our Hehuan Sect has no interest in this resource-poor Yue country, so let the other sects fight for it. We only need to bite the seven sects hard.
The next piece of meat will be enough." The skinny male cultivator said with a smile.
Dong Xuan'er nodded, silently looking towards the depths of Yue Kingdom.
At this moment, the four pill-forming monks raised their heads at the same time and looked into the distance in surprise.
"Miss, be careful, someone is coming."
Dong Xuan'er's expression changed, and she looked into the distance warily, but as something broke into her consciousness, Dong Xuan'er's expression instantly became weird.
A ball of golden light has appeared within a hundred feet of everyone, and is still approaching.
"Hmph! Looking for death!" The skinny male cultivator snorted coldly, and a gray-white spiritual light flashed in his hand.
Dong Xuan'er suddenly reached out to stop him, his eyes never leaving the dazzling golden light.
The golden light stopped in front of everyone and gradually revealed his true appearance.
The majestic figure of the Tiger King's puppet was exposed in front of everyone, and the powerful spiritual pressure made everyone's faces look solemn.
Accompanied by a sound of mechanical deformation, the tiger head on the chest of the Tiger King puppet turned up, and a handsome young man with sharp eyebrows and starry eyes appeared in front of everyone.
"Senior Brother Lu!" Before anyone else could react, Dong Xuan'er immediately shouted in surprise and flew directly to him.
"Senior brother, it's been more than half a year since we last saw each other in the blink of an eye. How are you doing lately, senior brother?"
Dong Xuan'er asked with a smile.
Lu Yunze pinched his eyebrows, nodded to Dong Xuan'er, and then looked at the demonic army behind her.
The charming woman frowned slightly, then stepped forward with a smile and said: "Miss, I wonder who this is?"
Dong Xuan'er turned his head and gave her a cold look.
"This is another direct disciple of my master. He was ordered to sneak into the Hidden Moon Sect more than ten years ago. Why don't you come over and pay homage to him?"
"Oh? It turns out he is a disciple of Uncle Yunlu." The skinny male cultivator chuckled when he heard this, and bowed to Lu Yunze with his hands raised.
The other pair of brothers looked at each other and bowed in silence.
Lu Yunze waved his hand and said expressionlessly: "Let's forget about the polite words. I came here today because I have official business."
After scanning everyone with his powerful spiritual consciousness, Lu Yun nodded with satisfaction, and said coldly in the somewhat unhappy eyes of the four pill-forming monks:
"I just found out recently that the Ghost Spirit Sect secretly colluded with the Hidden Moon Sect to directly absorb some of the remaining elites of the Hidden Moon Sect in order to ensure the safe withdrawal of their main personnel from the country of Yue, so as to strengthen their own power. We, the Hehuan Sect, must
Can't let this happen."
After Lu Yunze finished speaking, he directly threw a jade pendant to the two of them.
"As per the order of Master Yunlu, this generation urgently dispatches disciples from the middle sect of Hehuan Sect to stop the Ghost Spirit Sect."
Upon hearing this, several people couldn't help but look at each other, and they all saw the look of surprise and uncertainty in each other's eyes.
This order was too hasty and too strange.
Lu Yunze lowered his head and looked directly into Dong Xuan'er's doubtful eyes.
The two exchanged glances, and Dong Xuan'er nodded calmly, turned around and said to everyone:
"You have all heard that this matter is a secret order from the master. If you have any doubts, you can ask the master after you return to the sect. But now, if anyone dares to disobey the order..."
Dong Xuan'er's eyes flashed with a trace of evil spirit.
"Don't blame me for engaging in military law!"
Everyone was shocked, and even the four pill-forming monks couldn't help but swallow their saliva and quickly bowed their heads in approval.
Lu Yunze looked calm on the surface, but he was relieved in his heart.
"How is it? Is my lady's reaction okay?"
Lu Yunze thought of Dong Xuan'er's proud voice.
"This time...thank you very much."
Lu Yunze nodded towards Dong Xuan'er and took a step forward to look at the Hehuan Sect's army.
There are four pill-forming monks and more than 300 foundation-building demon cultivators. This configuration should be enough.
Chapter completed!