Refuse to trample on the pride of heaven

Chapter 331 Misty Mountain plot ends

Gu Jinzhi pulled Yan Qingshu, Nanxing, and Cheng Yang to hide in a corner. When they saw the familiar disciples of the Law and Discipline Bureau, they looked at each other and rolled their eyes speechlessly.

He poked Nanxing: "Where's your suona?"

"It's still being made at the instrument repairman's place. The instrument I have is not as good as Senior Brother Xiao's."

"Where are Fellow Daoist Wei and Fellow Daoist Liu? They didn't come?"

"Stay on the periphery to prevent these phantom demons from escaping. Xiaolu and I will go in first." Yan Qingshu responded quickly and took out several bottles of blasting pills.

Gu Jinzhi's eyes lit up: "Give me some, I want some too!"

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There were too many puppets, and the monks gradually felt overwhelmed.

A disciple was cornered by the puppet. Seeing that the sharp claws were about to pierce his chest, he closed his eyes in despair and said silently in his heart: "It's over..."

At this critical moment, a blazing white sword light flashed, and the puppet's arm broke.

The disciple opened his eyes and saw that Lu Wensheng had stood in front of him at some point. The long sword in his hand was shining with a cold light and black liquid was dripping from the tip of the sword.

"Step back." Lu Wensheng's voice was still calm, but it carried unquestionable majesty. The disciple quickly stepped back, his heart full of gratitude.

A disciple: Listen, it seems like the sound of heartbeat, (≧ ▽ ≦)

"Lu Wensheng" took it all in, and a complicated look flashed in his eyes.

"How interesting..." He murmured in a low voice, "In order to protect others, he would not hesitate to put himself in danger... What kind of person is Lu Wensheng...?"

"One's own life" is the first rule, which is engraved into the genes of all demons. "Lu Wensheng" really doesn't understand some human practices. Even though he has imitated humans a lot, he still doesn't understand.

What is a worthy death? What is an honorable death? Why would someone die without hesitation? How could someone sacrifice himself for others? Who else is worth risking his life for? What is more important than life? Why would someone risk his life without hesitation?

Seeing this, Zhou Yuan sneered, and the sound of the flute suddenly became sharp and piercing, as if countless evil spirits were roaring in their ears. The cultivators felt a splitting headache and their movements slowed down. Although Xiao Mo's piano was still resisting, it was obviously struggling.

Lu Wensheng's eyes fixed, and he rushed towards Zhou Yuan as fast as lightning.

Seeing this, Zhou Yuan stopped playing the flute, waved his long flute, and the black energy turned into a giant python, rushing towards Lu Wensheng. Lu Wensheng did not dodge, but waved the long sword in his hand, and the sword energy was like a rainbow, cutting the giant black python in half.

Zhou Yuan's face changed, and he was about to play the flute again, but he saw Lu Wensheng approaching him. He hurriedly stepped back and controlled the puppets around him to block in front of him. However, Lu Wensheng's swordsmanship was so sharp that the puppets were like paper in front of him and were chopped into pieces in an instant.

This man was very strange and was not affected by the sound of his flute at all - Zhou Yuan secretly hated that he had no way to deal with Lu Wensheng.

"Lu Wensheng, you saved them once, but can you save them a second time?" Zhou Yuan grinned and swung his flute. The black energy once again transformed into a giant python and pounced towards Lu Wensheng.

Lu Wensheng frowned slightly and was about to fight back, but he heard "Lu Wensheng" suddenly say: "Enough."

His voice was not loud, but it seemed to carry some kind of magic, causing all the puppets to stop moving. Even Zhou Yuan was stunned for a moment, and the giant black python stopped moving in mid-air.

Seeing this, everyone gathered together, leaned against each other, and pointed their swords forward, ready to respond at any time.

In the black fog, the puppets still mechanically advanced forward. Their movements were stiff and rigid, and there was not a trace of intelligence in their eyes. They seemed to be just puppets being controlled. Although the monks were accustomed to the methods of the evil cultivators, they still felt a little frightened when they saw those densely packed puppets.

Without waiting for "Lu Wensheng" to say anything, Yan Qingshu poked her head out from behind the crowd, holding a handful of colorful pills in her hand and a sly smile on her face.

She cleared her throat and shouted, "Everyone stand down! Let me do it!"

Upon hearing this, the cultivators instinctively retreated. Some disciples who had reacted could not help but whisper, "Sister Yan is about to start again..."

The puppets were still advancing forward unconsciously, completely unaware of the impending danger. Yan Qingshu narrowed her eyes, a smug smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, and then she threw the pill in her hand fiercely into the group of puppets.

Yan Qingshu: "Fal's Boom!"

Gu Jinzhi also said: "Art is explosion!"

The two men shouted, with some excitement in their voices.

Those pills drew arcs in the air and landed among the group of puppets, instantly bursting into dazzling light.

Immediately afterwards, a series of deafening explosions sounded, flames shot up into the sky, air waves surged, the puppets were blown to pieces, and broken limbs flew everywhere.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

The explosions continued, the black fog was dispersed by the flames, and the air was filled with a burnt smell. Although the monks had retreated to a safe distance, their ears were still buzzing from the huge noise.

Wu Feipeng covered his ears and looked at Yan Qingshu with a smile: "Sister Yan, has the power of your blasting pill been upgraded again?"

Yan Qingshu raised her chin proudly: "Of course! This is my latest developed 'Super Blasting Pill'!" Blasting Pill Pro Max.

Duan Jiashu shook his head helplessly: "Sister Yan, your blasting pill is powerful enough, but can you give me a heads up next time? You're almost deafening me."

Yan Qingshu smiled and said, "Oh, this is an emergency! Besides, isn't the effect quite good?"

Everyone looked at the devastated battlefield in front of them. The puppets had been blown to pieces, and the few remaining ones were staggering, obviously having lost their combat effectiveness. Everyone couldn't help but admire Yan Qingshu's methods.

Lu Wensheng walked forward, glanced at Yan Qingshu, and said with a bit of helplessness: "Be careful next time, don't hurt your own people."

Yan Qingshu waved her hand and said nonchalantly: "Don't worry, I calculated it very accurately!"

Zhou Yuan gritted his teeth and glanced at Yan Qingshu hatefully. Looking at the broken limbs on the ground, he could only quickly use the secret method to escape. His heart was bleeding - the last time he used the secret method in Puppet City, his essence has not been restored until now, and this time he failed again.

He didn't bother to care about "Lu Wensheng" and was full of resentment in his heart: He didn't know what he was getting involved in! He shouted "stop" at the critical moment. If the other party was not a phantom demon, he would have thought it was an undercover planted by the immortal cultivator! In that moment, these cultivators seized the opportunity and caused him to suffer such a loss... He would report it to the adults truthfully when he returned!

A bunch of idiots! They will only hold him back! When Zhou Yuan thought of the harsh words he had said to Lu Wensheng earlier, he was so angry that he almost vomited blood - he had never been so embarrassed in all his years of dominating the cultivation world! Was Lu Wensheng his nemesis? !