Chapter 77: The Snipe and the Clam in Conflict (Part 1)

  Xiao Ziyang obtained two scriptures from the demon cultivator in Taifu Mountain, one of which was "Zi Yu Sheng Yan", and the other was called "Ming Huo Jue", a demonic cultivation scripture that recorded several methods for refining demons.

  The black-blooded demon in front of him was the lowest level among them, with great strength and resistance to knives and guns, but low intelligence and unable to cast spells, making it useless for cultivators. Why did this person want to refine so many?

  After everything was clear, Xiao Ziyang quietly retreated and planned to leave the mountain village by the original route.

  Since this evil cultivator can refine the demon, at least he is a true cultivator with magical powers, and not an ordinary person who can deal with him. He is no longer the newborn calf of that year, and naturally will not go to send himself to death.

  He had been with the An sisters for a long time, and from their mouths, he also learned many things about the Xiu Zhen world. This kind of evil cultivator who slaughtered ordinary people was a street rat in the Xiu Zhen world, and everyone shouted to beat him.

  He just needs to bring back a demon's skull and hand it over to the Qingyang Temple, and naturally there will be a way for the Xianmen sect to deal with this evil cultivator.

  Just then, Xiao Ziyang caught sight of something moving in the air out of the corner of his eye. He hastily focused his gaze and looked along the mountain cleft, only to see that under a crescent moon above the low hills in the south, a greenish-blue light was flying towards the mountain stronghold. The light seemed to be a flat boat, on which stood a figure clad in Taoist robes.

  "Master!" Xiao Ziyang was shocked in his heart, quickly retreating backwards, shrinking into a narrow stone crevice, and hastily activated the Introspection Technique. Today, he had good luck, and it actually succeeded at once.

  The Ling boat flew at an extremely fast speed, and in just a few dozen breaths, it entered the mountain body's fissure. The Ling boat stopped for a moment outside the fissure, then flew straight towards the stone platform where the large house was located.

  The Ling boat wrapped in a dazzling blue light, suddenly startled the sentry in the village, shouting and shouting, suddenly startling the demon cultivator who was refining demons in the big house.

  He suddenly transformed into a white light and rushed out of the house, colliding head-on with the spirit boat.

  The two of them retreated and converged, suspended in mid-air, facing each other from a distance of several dozen feet.

  After the dispersal of the light, only a figure in a large red robe was seen, with an extremely emaciated face that revealed no age, and under his feet was a bone sword with raging white flames.

  On the spirit boat, that person wore a snow-white Taoist robe, with a jade crown on his head and a pale face without whiskers, looking like he was only twenty-five or six years old.

  Xiao Ziyang hid in a shallow stone crevice, barely enough to hold his body. He watched the two people confronting each other in mid-air with great tension, shrinking his body as much as possible, hoping that neither of them would notice him.

  The two stood facing each other for a moment, then the cultivator spoke up: "You wicked demon, how dare you slaughter ordinary people and refine demonic humans on the territory of Qingyang Gate? If you know what's good for you, surrender quickly!"

  The red-robed evil cultivator let out a cold laugh like an owl in the night: "You think your cultivation during the Sensing Period is enough to make me surrender? You really don't know how high the sky is or how thick the earth is. Others may fear Qingyang Gate, but I, Bixichen, am not afraid. Since you've come today, don't even think about leaving."

  The Taoist repairman heard the words and angrily shouted: "Dare!" He raised his hand and released a bright red flying sword. At the same time, he flipped his wrist, and between his middle finger and thumb, a yellow paper talisman appeared. The yellow light on the talisman flashed, and a yellow oval-shaped light shield suddenly appeared on him.

  Hong Pao Xie Xiū coldly laughed, stretched out his hand and patted his waist. A round white bone shield and a yellow talisman paper appeared in front of him at the same time. He pointed with his right hand, and the bone shield rose with a pale white flame, heading towards the flying sword; At the same time, he pinched the talisman paper with two fingers of his left hand, and with a surge of magical power, a golden light screen also rose from his body.

  After releasing the defensive spell, Hong Pao Xie Xi grasped his lapels with both hands and suddenly pulled them apart to either side, revealing a gaunt and bony chest. On his chest was embroidered a jet-black skull head.

  Hong Pao Xie suddenly opened his clothes and let out a mournful howl, his chest skin with the skull pattern twisted strangely, and it actually broke free from his chest, a flash of blood light, transformed into a black and red striped, double-horned skull.

  That skull opened its mouth and let out a wail like an infant's cry.

  It let out two cries and suddenly turned its head to pounce on the red-robed Xiu's chest, biting and sucking at the skinless, muscular chest.

  The person opposite saw this scene, his face changed greatly, and he shouted loudly: "Jiuzi Moying! You... you should die!" After speaking, he quickly patted his waist, a silver light flashed, an octagonal plaque with the Eight Trigrams diagram flew out to block in front of him.

  The Crimson Robe Evil Cultist let out a maniacal laugh mixed with pain, "Hahahaha... I'm doomed... but you're going to die soon! Holy Infant, go!"

  The skull shook violently, as if extremely unwilling, and gnawed at the flesh and blood for another two mouthfuls before reluctantly leaving his chest and flying towards the young Taoist.

  Seeing the skull flying over, the Taoist's expression tightened, and he pointed at the Bagua shield, blocking it towards the skull.

  The skull charged left and right, but was always blocked by the Bagua plate, becoming increasingly impatient, charging more and more fiercely, causing the shield to crash with a loud bang.

  After a moment, the skull's momentum stopped, and blood-red flames erupted from its body.

  The young Taoist saw it stop, unhappy and surprised, and slightly retrieved the Bagua plate, staring at the skull floating in mid-air with great tension.

  Suddenly, the skull's big mouth opened wide and let out a shrill cry like an infant. This cry was completely different from before. Xiao Ziyang, who had been hiding on one side to watch the battle between the immortal masters, was the first to be affected.

  At the moment when the crying sound entered his ears, he only felt that the depths of his mind were like being pierced by tens of millions of steel needles, and the pain made him suddenly black out in front of his eyes. It was also because of his strong temperament that he endured the miserable cry that had already reached the tip of his tongue.

  At the same time, this wail caused his whole body's blood to boil, and the true energy in his dantian suddenly became uncontrollable. The Introspection Technique he had managed to maintain with great difficulty also dissipated immediately, and he was discovered by two immortal masters.

  Two immortal masters were in a critical moment of their duel, no one had time for him, an ordinary mortal.

  Xiao Ziyang was only affected by the residual waves of the wailing, and yet he still suffered greatly. The young Daoist who had withstood 99% of the wailing's power also looked uncomfortable to see him. His face suddenly turned blood red, his two magical tools shaking violently, their speed rapidly decreasing.

  The skull took advantage of the opportunity and suddenly rushed forward, instantly breaking through the Eight Trigrams' defense and pouncing on the Taoist.

  The Taoist knew that he had reached a critical juncture in his life, and with a loud shout, he actually gave up control of the two magical artifacts. He gathered his spirits, making a great effort to control the turbulent magic that was being affected by the wailing sounds. He stretched out his hand and patted his waist, taking out a black sphere the size of a pigeon egg, and with a flick of his wrist, he threw it at the skull head that was rushing towards him.