Chapter 79: The Fisherman's Gain

  The red-clothed evil cultivator gazed at the corpse of his opponent, which was riddled with spear tags, and opened his mouth wide, wanting to laugh loudly towards the sky, but his throat was hoarse and he couldn't make a sound.

  Two loud cracks, two bone swords fell to the ground, and the red-clothed evil cultivator, who was severely injured in his divine soul, could no longer control even his magic weapons.

  At this time, Xiao Ziyang, who was lying on the ground pretending to be dead, fell into a difficult choice.

  Is it escape? Is it continue pretending to be dead? Or...

  If he tried to escape, his hiding place was right at the innermost part of this platform. Even with his agility, it would take him a few breaths to leave from here. And in those few breaths, the evil cultivator only needed to shoot out a fireball to burn him into ashes.

  Continuing to pretend to be dead would mean leaving one's fate to chance, and could only hope that the evil cultivator would forget about it, but this was probably not very likely.

  Then he can only... fight to the death!

  At this point, Xiao Ziyang's body moved slightly, like a leaf floating in the air. He flipped over and stood up, his feet barely touching the ground before he transformed into a trail of residual shadows, like a butterfly piercing through flowers, quickly approaching the red-robed evil cultivator amidst the crowd of demonic people.

  The red-clothed evil cultivator's divine soul was injured and then he forcibly continued to engage in intense combat for half a day, although he killed his opponent, it also made his divine soul even more severely injured.

  At this time, he was gathering his divine soul and was about to take medicine to heal his wounds. The divine sense halo that normally covered an area of twenty-seven or eight zhangs had shrunk to less than ten zhangs. When he discovered Xiao Ziyang, the distance between them was only eight zhangs.

  However, Hongyi Xiu did not show any signs of panic, a cold smile appeared on his face, and he raised his hand to lightly tap.

  Xiao Ziyang's eyes were fixed intently on his opponent's hands, and at this critical moment, his heart became extremely calm, all distractions were excluded, in his eyes, there was only his opponent's dry big hand that lightly lifted and curled its fingers.

  Just as his opponent's fingers suddenly stiffened, about to shoot, Xiao Ziyang's body moved and he dodged to one side. A dark green fire spark, like a shooting star, flew past his sleeve, only three inches away from him.

  The high temperature caused his sleeves to burn instantly, and the strong corrosive sparks brought with them a severe toxicity that made the skin on his arm wither and rot instantly.

  Xiao Ziyang seemed completely unaware of all this.

  Seven zhang, six zhang... four zhang..., one meteor, two meteors, three meteors... Xiao Ziyang quickly approached the group of demons, taking advantage of their obstruction.

  It's now...

  Just as Xiao Ziyang burst into a distance of three zhang from his opponent, he suddenly drew out the long knife behind his back and made a ruthless horizontal sweep. A clear and visible sword energy with a crimson glow was emitted from the blade, instantly sweeping across his opponent's neck, just like the head of that person earlier. A withered skull, with an expression of disbelief, flew into the air.

  When he saw that terrifying evil cultivator's skull fly up, Xiao Ziyang felt a sense of relief in his heart and suddenly woke up from that extremely focused state. A wave of extreme weakness hit him, and with a thud, he knelt down on the ground.

  From the time he made his move to beheading the evil cultivator, it was only a matter of three or four breaths' worth of effort. However, at this moment, his entire body felt weak and sore, his sweat penetrating through his heavy clothing, and his internal energy was completely depleted, just as if he had already fought hundreds of rounds with someone, exhausting all his mental and physical strength.

  Xiao Ziyang looked around at the demons beside him with concern, discovering that after losing the control of the evil cultivator, they all stood still on the spot, their eyes dull and unresponsive.

  Xiao Ziyang's body went limp as he let out a sigh of relief, and he fell to the ground with a thud, not even willing to move a single finger.

  He lay quietly on the ground for a good while, before finally forcing himself to overcome his physical and mental fatigue, as well as his drowsiness, and struggled to get up from the ground. If he wasn't worried that another cultivator would come, he really wanted to just sleep here.

  Xiao Ziyang stumbled to the side of Hong Yixiu, reached out and felt around his waist, where there was a small red cloth bag.

  Just now when the two were fighting, he discovered that as long as they patted this cloth bag hanging from their waist, a flying object would fly out.

  Xiao Ziyang untied the cloth bag and turned it over, left and right. The bag was about the size of a palm, neither fabric nor leather. It felt soft and smooth in his hand, but he didn't know what material it was made of. He lightly pinched it, and inside seemed to be empty. He reached out to pull open the mouth of the bag to take a look, but found that no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't pull it open. As he gradually increased his strength, when he used enough force to snap steel, the mouth of the bag remained tightly closed, and even the creases on the mouth of the bag didn't change much.

  He was both excited and somewhat disappointed, muttering to himself: "This is probably the legendary storage bag! As expected of a celestial item, with my full strength pulling, equivalent to ten thousand kilograms of force, I still can't open it."

  Xiao Ziyang stuffed the storage bag into his bosom and walked towards the several fallen magical instruments. These six magical instruments were several feet in size during the battle of magic just now, with the urging of the two cultivators, plus the spraying rainbow light, which was as big as a zhang. At this time, they fell to the ground and actually shrunk to a few inches.

  Two bone swords were now only three inches in size, like two small toys made of bones. The scarlet flying sword was four inches long and narrow, looking like a woman's hairpin. The bone shield and the eight trigrams plate were now only three inches in diameter, with subtle carvings on them, very delicate. The spirit boat had shrunk to four inches in size, also very beautiful.

  Xiao Ziyang first put the two shields and the Lingzhou into his bosom. The three flying swords were too sharp to carry, so he thought for a moment, picked up an iron rod used by the demons from the ground, broke off a section with force, inserted the three flying swords into the iron rod, tried it out, and found it to be very secure before putting this section of iron rod into his bosom.

  Xiao Ziyang went back to the young Daoist's corpse and took down his storage bag as well.

  Put away these treasures, Xiao Ziyang originally intended to leave, but he thought for a moment and searched the mountain stronghold again. He was really curious about what made this evil cultivator linger in this mountain stronghold without leaving.

  He soon found the secret of evil cultivation.

  Just now, the evil cultivator summoned demons to assist him. The demons in the mountain village gathered from all directions and only a part of them rushed onto the stone platform. Most of the demons were still on their way when the evil cultivator was killed. At this time, these stupid and motionless demons became the best signposts.

  Xiao Ziyang followed the road with the most demons and walked for a while before discovering an armory. Inside, aside from some heavy swords, it was filled with heavy iron spears.

  Xiao Ziyang thought for a moment and understood the reason. These demons were clumsy in their movements, didn't know how to cast spells, and couldn't fly either, so they had almost no way to deal with the cultivators flying in the sky.

  Arming these incredibly powerful demons with javelins is almost the only way to make them pose a threat to the monks.

  Outside this arsenal, there are two more roads where the demons are most numerous. One road leads to the stone platform for fighting, and one road leads to the lower layer of the mountain crevice.

  Xiao Ziyang followed the downward path and walked for a while before entering a nearly vertical cave. The initial section of the cave was naturally formed, but after more than ten zhang downwards, signs of artificial excavation appeared.