Chapter 299

Anyang had already put away his armor, crouched on the back of a dakini yaksha and flew back to the camp.

Ding!

With a crisp echo, the copper block on the ground immediately lit up, awakening everyone who rested around the fire.

Anyang glanced at the people who were facing the enemy, manipulated the paper Yaksha to lower the height, retracted it in mid-air, and landed suddenly.

"it's me."

Except for the one who was seriously injured and unconscious, most of the others had woken up and were looking at him in disbelief.

After going out for so long, how could he come back?

Yan Li didn't sleep at all, pinched the alarm that the French seal was in contact with the magic circle, and at the same time took a few steps forward: "Can you catch the evil thing?"

Anyang did not speak, and spread out his hands to reveal a golden pill in his hand, which shone with pale golden light at night.

Everyone was immediately surprised.

"You actually killed that evil thing?"

"This...that evil body actually has a golden core inside!"

This golden elixir is only the size of a human thumb, but it seems to have a faint glow inside. Although the light emitted is weak, it is much more conspicuous than the orange-red light of the fire. The Taoist's eyes were attracted, but before they could take a closer look, Anyang had already held his hand, and the light of the golden core disappeared in his palm.

A shallow exclamation sounded, followed by the sound of gasping for air.

This golden elixir is extremely rare, and most of them are in the body of cultivators, and it is impossible for ordinary cultivators to see it.

This can be regarded as increased knowledge.

Some people immediately showed greed in their eyes, but the legendary Golden Core has a miraculous effect on the growth of cultivation base!

However, as mentioned above, golden pills are extremely rare. Generally, the golden pills remain in the womb after the death of a great cultivator, and they will disappear after a period of time. Besides, there are countless disciples of such great masters, so how can anyone take their teachers? Respect the head of the Golden Core to increase the cultivation base? Usually, only the cultivators who are forcibly killed will have the golden elixir to survive, but how can there be so many successful Taoists in the world to kill you? It is said that the spirits raised by nature will breed golden elixir, but then again, how many creatures with golden elixir can you beat?

Can be met but not asked for!

I don't know what kind of luck I stepped on today, but I can actually see one, and it's right in front of me.

It's just that the person in front of him doesn't seem to understand the real preciousness of the golden pill, and he just holds it in his hands. If ordinary cultivators get it, they cannot offer it.

Yan Li didn't have any other ideas. He cupped his hands and said, "Your Excellency is really good at taking the life of that evil thing."

Anyang nodded and said, "It's all thanks to you for the award. When I caught up, the evil thing was already at the end of the game, and I just picked up a cheap one."

As soon as these words came out, a Taoist priest by the fire immediately snorted coldly and stood up and said, "Well said, but since it is everyone's credit, why do you take this golden pill all by yourself?"

Anyang immediately understood, his eyes suddenly turned cold, and he turned his head slightly gloomily, staring at the Taoist.

"want to?"

The Taoist met his gaze, swallowed his saliva, and saw that he didn't care about the Kunlun disciple beside him, and then thought of the strength he showed in the battle just now, it was really extraordinary, plus he One of the four women was also extremely fierce, and the Taoist felt terrified for no reason, but he didn't know how to answer.

Seeing his appearance, Anyang glanced at the other people with ghosts around him, sneered, and took another step forward.

"Why didn't you speak?"

A trace of killing intent and bloody aura emanated from him, making people shudder, as if he was facing a bloodthirsty beast.

The Taoist then remembered Anyang's fierce appearance, and could not help but take a step back.

"What do you want to do?"

Anyang snorted coldly, too lazy to talk to him.

"If you can take it, come and take it. If you don't have the guts, just be obedient, or you won't know if you lose your life!"

The Taoist took a deep breath, but it seemed that his personality was not very fierce. At this time, he pointed at Anyang for a while, feeling a dilemma.

In fact, he's not bad. The monsters who were cultivated by beasts were much more alert than him. As early as the moment Anyang released his momentum, his hair stood on end, as if he was facing a great enemy.

Wang Tianyu watched from the side and sighed inwardly.

My teammate doesn't seem to be as talkative as I feel, and why did I only see it today after more than a month?

Could it be that he hadn't shown it the previous month?

Yan Li watched quietly, did not speak, and did not intervene in their struggle.

He naturally knew that what Anyang said was just polite words. As the eldest disciple of Kunlun Mountains, he has read a lot of books since childhood, and his knowledge is more extensive than everyone here. Although he can't see what the evil thing is, is it? At the end of the force, he knew it clearly, and the young man in front of him came back so late, he must have fought hard, so this golden core is really his credit.

If it was replaced by someone else, it is estimated that it would have been explained there long ago.

However, there are also some Taoists who disagree. They observe more carefully and are very cautious. They can all see that Anyang has no scars on his body. It does not look like he has gone through a fierce battle.

But then again, although Anyang's previous battle strength was strong, he relied more on a fierce melee combat style and superb fighting skills, which was not enough to make them too jealous. If it weren't for that evil If things really came to an end, how could he kill him alone?

It is not an exaggeration to say that it is everyone's credit, at least he didn't even get hurt.

Anyang glanced at the group of Taoists one by one, with disdain in his eyes, and finally walked aside.

Xiaochan leaned on the wheel of the carriage, her small white face was flushed red in the light of the fire, she opened a pair of big eyes, the fire reflected in her eyes, staring at him without blinking. Seeing him approaching, she quickly moved her body to make way for him, her hand holding her leg tightened again.

Well, it's actually a matter of distance.

Anyang didn't care, he sat down cross-legged, leaned his back against the wheel, and looked at the fire in front of him without squinting.

Huang Lan opened his eyes and glanced at him, sniffed, and quickly fell asleep again.

Wang Tianyu gave him a thumbs up, changed to a comfortable position, and began to sleep.

The Taoists around were woken up after falling asleep, and experienced another battle. At this time, they felt sleepy and began to rest, leaving only one Kunlun disciple who was in charge of the night watch.

Anyang thought about the rabbit spirit, and then checked the spoils of the battle in the portable space. He felt boring for a while, so he put down his vigilance and fell asleep with the sound of the fire burning.

Forgive those few Daoists with bad intentions and dare not choose a night attack for a golden pill.

Sure enough, a good night's sleep.

The next morning, the group set off again.

The carriage swayed, and the team was mighty, which was the direction to the small mountain village.

Xiaochan sat on the wooden board outside to drive the car, and by the way, she absorbed the essence of the sun and the moon and practiced, while Anyang was sitting in the carriage and practicing basic spells. .

"Little girl, Ji Mingzi, the poor Daoist, this is polite."

Xiaochan was obviously surprised and said, "What, what do you want to do?"

"Don't be nervous, little girl, Pindao just feels that the journey is far away, and walking is really tiring. Seeing that there are only two people in your car, there must be vacancies. Why don't you let Pindao come up and rest for a while?"

"I don't know."

"Then ask your master to come out, presumably that fellow daoist won't refuse the little things of the poor Daoist..."

Before the Taoist finished speaking, a calm voice came from the carriage.

"We refuse."

The Taoist frowned, and his face immediately turned a little ugly.

"There is obviously a vacancy in the car, but you don't even agree to this small request. Is it too narrow-minded?"

Anyang lifted the curtain and looked at the stranger, but he couldn't hide the indifference inside. He naturally knew what these people wanted to do, so he said, "My fellow Taoist, forgive me, I have the habit of practicing my own secret techniques in the carriage. , It is really inconvenient, if you can't forgive Daoist friends, then you can see the real chapter under your hand."

The middle-aged Daoist glanced at the people around him, stroked his long sleeves, and snorted coldly: "Daoist friend is so aggressive, do you really think that the poor Daoist is afraid that you will fail?"

Anyang's eyes became colder, and he instantly grasped the handle of the Tang Dao.

Is it necessary for him to show his force and kill chickens as an example, so that this group of people can settle down?

Xiaochan sensed the anger on the two of them, and couldn't help being a little scared. The hand holding the whip was a little overwhelmed, and her body was stiff, but she didn't run away.

At this moment, the Kunlun Mountain disciple Yan Li rode his horse forward, cupped his hands and said, "Why are you two so angry, we are all here for the same purpose, and looking at this journey, I must be able to reach my Kunlun disciple tonight. At the place of death, it's better not to fight infighting in the middle of the road. By the way, last night, three of my Kunlun disciples were killed, and there are three horses left. Now they are following behind. If the Taoist priest thinks walking is too tiring, it is better to come with us. Ride a horse?"

Anyang glanced at Yan Li lightly, let go of the hand holding Tang Dao, and lowered the curtain.

"Little Chan, keep going."

The Taoist named Ji Mingzi also snorted coldly and turned away.

The face of Kunlun Mountain still has to be given.

In the carriage, Anyang sneered again and again.

Obviously there are three horses behind him, could it be that he can't see it? I have to run to myself to seek a position, don't you know this is a kind of fear?

About noon, the front stopped again. Anyang thought that the person in front wanted to eat lunch, but heard a low voice coming from the front.

"Where is the monster! Why are you hiding here sneakily?"

"Huh? There are monsters. Could it be the spies sent by the demons?"

"It's very possible, wait for Pindao to check it out."

"Fellow Daoist, I think this goblin is quite harmless to humans and animals, and its mana is very low. Maybe it happened to pass by or forage here. She has no grievances with us, so let her go."

"Let's go with her? Hmph, it's normal, it's an extraordinary period, so you can't be sloppy."

"Fellow Daoist, you have to forgive people and forgive them."

Anyang laughed as soon as he heard it. This aggressive voice was the Taoist named Ji Mingzi before. I thought he was angry with him and wanted to find a place to scatter.

But soon, he stopped laughing.

"I can't spare it, at least I have to catch it. I think this bunny looks like a disaster for the country and the people. Since you don't want to worry about it, it's better to take it back and be a maid and concubine for the poor road, at least it can keep you warm. Warm the bed."

Um?

Realizing that it was wrong, Anyang put down the spell he was practicing, and suddenly opened the curtain, just in time to see the rabbit spirit who was strangled by Ji Mingzi.

Rabbit Jing was obviously extremely uncomfortable, her innocent face was flushed red, and faint blue veins appeared on it, struggling constantly, holding Ji Mingzi's five fingers with her hands, but her cultivation base was low, how could she escape from Ji Mingzi's palm. So her eyes were full of tears, showing a bit of pleading, but Ji Mingzi didn't realize it, she was almost breathless, and the pleading on her face was also buried in pain.

Anyang's face was so gloomy that he could drip water for a while, he pulled out the Tang knife with a loud bang, and suddenly broke through the carriage of the carriage and rushed out.

PS: If there is no reward from 180 local tyrants, I will not update the plot of the next chapter, hum, arrogant as me, you still don't coax me!

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