Chapter 269: Ninth on the Bounty List, Long Hao in Despair (6100 Words)

A hundred miles southeast of Fortress No. 9, at the entrance of a canyon.

"The two demons fled into the canyon."

"Chase! Don't let these two evil thieves go!"

A team of eight people flew to the entrance of the valley and watched two black-robed foundation-building demon cultivators flying towards the depths of the valley one kilometer away.

All eight of them wore white robes, with the symbol of the Golden Crow holding a bell on their shoulders. They were obviously formal members of the Zhenfan Palace. Three of them even reached the foundation-building stage, and one of the middle-aged male cultivators reached the middle stage of the foundation-building stage.

Although one of them looked a little immature, he was full of righteousness, and he was Jiang Yun's sixth disciple Long Hao.

Long Hao observed the surrounding terrain, frowned slightly, and felt a little uneasy in his heart. He said to the middle-aged male cultivator who led the group: "Brother Feng, these two people are running towards the depths of this valley without looking back. I'm worried that there will be problems."

After hearing Long Hao's concerns, the others looked at each other and laughed instead.

The middle-aged male cultivator also shook his head and said gently: "Fellow Daoist Long, don't worry. This group of seven people was attacked by us and only two people escaped. The panicked look of those dead demon cultivators is true. If you are worried, just release your spiritual sense. We will retreat at any time if there is any problem."

"But."

"Hurry up and chase them. Don't let them escape."

Long Hao's expression changed several times and he was still a little hesitant, but seeing that the other teammates sped up and looked anxious, he could only grit his teeth and follow them in the end.

Not long after, everyone had gone deep into the canyon for several kilometers. The deeper they went, the higher the cliffs on both sides became.

Suddenly, the two demon cultivators who were gradually getting closer and only half a mile away from the people in Zhenfan Palace suddenly disappeared.

At the same time, the surrounding environment suddenly changed drastically, and the surroundings were shrouded in a gray fog.

Everyone's face was very ugly. They understood that they had entered the formation set up by others.

Everyone looked around and found that there was some Yin Qi in the fog. They quickly took out a pill to eliminate Yin Qi and held it in their mouths and slowed down their breathing.

The middle-aged male cultivator who led the group had a livid face and said with shame: "I think I have been through hundreds of battles and have killed countless evil cultivators and demons. I didn't expect that there was no young man like Fellow Daoist Long who could see clearly today. This is all my fault!"

It is impossible for Long Hao to say that he was not angry, but he also knew that no matter how much he blamed others, it would not help. The most important thing now is to survive.

Long Hao's face was stern and he said in a deep voice: "My fellow Taoists, it is useless to regret now. Let's think about it. Wait, something is coming!"

Everyone's expression was condensed and they quickly formed a formation, each offering a magic weapon to prepare a spell.

They have fought side by side for more than a month and have formed a tacit understanding.

"~Woo~~Woo~~Woo~~Hehehe~~~Hahahahaha"

I saw ghosts and evil spirits floating around.

Among them, the evil spirits in the Qi training stage had painful and hideous faces but could only make humming sounds, while the evil spirits that reached the foundation building stage would make creepy laughs, roars, or painful hisses.

At the same time, the gray fog around them gradually became thicker. As cultivators, everyone had amazing eyesight, but they could only see ten meters away. Those in the foundation-building stage could only see enemies within forty or fifty meters.

For a moment, it seemed as if there was a sea of ​​evil spirits in all directions, and it was impossible to see the number of evil spirits.

The leading cultivator surnamed Feng tried to observe the surroundings with his spiritual sense, and soon a layer of fine sweat oozed out of his head. He gritted his teeth and said:

"Everyone, please restrain your spiritual sense and don't spread it around. This gray fog can actually consume spiritual sense. Just use spiritual sense to control the magic weapon."

Soon, the fierce fight began. The three Qi-cultivating cultivators in the team each took out a formation flag. The triangular light shield protected everyone inside, and the surrounding gray fog was excluded from the formation.

The rest of the people also used their own methods. Colorful spiritual lights began to flash continuously, and several magic weapons flew up and down around. For a time, they did not fall into a disadvantage in the face of countless evil spirits.

Long Hao's expression was still stern, but suddenly his expression changed, and a white sword light flew out from the sword box behind him. It turned out to be a silver-white top-grade flying sword.

Long Hao made a hand gesture, and the silver-white spiritual light flashed and made a buzzing sound. One after another, white sword shadows appeared around the flying sword. In an instant, there were dozens of them, and the number was still increasing.

"Fast!"

With a light shout, all the sword shadows shot towards the most densely populated area of ​​evil ghost silver souls like white arrows, like a rain of stars falling from the sky.

The white sword shadow seemed to have a special effect on Yin Qi. When a sword shadow went down, the Yin spirit of an evil ghost in the Qi training period dissipated and turned into a black smoke.

An evil ghost at the early stage of the foundation-building period originally fiercely slapped a flying knife with its blood-colored claws. Suddenly, a sword shadow pierced its chest and formed a wound. The wound was covered with a layer of white spiritual power. The evil ghost let out a painful roar and seemed to be in great pain.

The other female evil ghost who was originally smiling seductively could no longer smile after being stabbed, and instead screamed miserably.

Black smoke rolled from the wound of the foundation-building evil ghost, consuming the white from the wound. After a few breaths, although the wound healed, the evil ghost's breath was much weaker.

Although it achieved a good effect, Long Hao's expression was inconvenient, and there was no trace of complacency.

On the one hand, he was calm and not arrogant. On the other hand, this scene was often seen in the previous month of combat.

This "Sword Light Splitting Technique" is the magical spell attached to the Jade Void Sword Technique that he is practicing. The special thing about this spell is that if it is performed through a magic weapon, the split sword shadow will have some characteristics of the magic weapon.

The silver-white top-grade flying sword is called the True Crane Sword. It was given by his master when he was building his foundation. The main material for refining is a seven-jin white crane steel, which is enough to refine magic weapons and is worth at least thousands of spirit stones.

The white crane steel itself has a certain restraining effect on demonic energy and evil spirits. After being refined into a magic weapon, it is also engraved with several powerful inscriptions, and its power is amazing.

On the one hand, Long Hao is very grateful for his master's kindness, and on the other hand, he also wants to prove himself and hopes to be the pride of his master.

Long Hao felt the spiritual power in his body. Although the spiritual power is still relatively abundant now, he still decisively took out a pill to restore spiritual power and took it.

"Master said that when facing a melee, we should perform actions to restore spiritual power at the beginning of the battle, so as to enhance endurance."

Long Hao remembered Jiang Yun's words as the truth of life.

At this moment, several evil ghosts in the foundation-building period approached from behind Long Hao, and the rest of the teammates quickly divided several magic weapons to fight back.

Long Hao snorted coldly, and a green light flew out of the sword box and shot towards an evil ghost with the highest cultivation. But the green light disappeared after flying a few meters.

This evil ghost's cultivation reached the late stage of foundation building. He was wearing black armor and holding a blood-colored spear with a length of ten feet in his hand. His whole body was billowing with black smoke.

This evil ghost did not howl like other evil ghosts, but remained silent. The fierce evil spirit could be felt from dozens of meters away.

The evil ghost just used a long spear to disperse a fire bomb, and seemed to have noticed something. He saw the spear head turned and a blood light flashed. He only heard a "clang~~" sound, and a green light was shot away by the long spear.

The green light revealed a slender and exquisite green flying sword. After being knocked away, the flying sword flew into the air. A giant sword shadow appeared around the flying sword, emitting powerful spiritual power fluctuations.

The giant sword turned in the air and shot downward, aiming directly at the evil ghost in the late stage of foundation building.

At the same time, Long Hao stretched out a hand, with the palm facing the direction of the evil ghost. As the spiritual power of the whole body surged, a golden magic circle with a diameter of two meters slowly appeared in front of the palm, and the mysterious runes and spiritual patterns on the magic circle turned slightly.

After a breath, the magic circle was completed. Long Hao's palm changed from the palm to two fingers, and countless golden spiritual swords shot out from the magic circle.

After a stick of incense,

the gray fog in the canyon slowly dissipated, and the scenery inside began to emerge.

I saw that some people in Zhenfan Palace were breathing heavily, some were pale, three of them were slightly injured, and one was seriously injured. The seriously injured person lost an arm, looking like a survivor.

Controlling two top-grade flying swords, one silver and one green, to fly back to the sword box from a distance, Long Hao let out a long sigh.

He still had 30% of his spiritual power left, which was already very good compared to the others, because the spiritual power of other teammates was basically almost gone.

Although they broke the formation, they were not happy at all now. Instead, their brows seemed to be covered with frost, and even many people's eyes were full of despair.

At this time, they were surrounded by thirty or forty demon cultivators, among whom there were eight who had reached the foundation-building stage.

These demon cultivators were all wearing Ghost Spirit Sect costumes, and the leader was a young male cultivator with a thin face, whose cultivation had reached the late stage of foundation-building.

The thin male cultivator looked at Long Hao and others for a while and then showed a creepy smile.

"Hehehehe! It's quite a skill to be able to break our Ghost Spirit Sect's Thousand Ghosts Formation. Well, the guys who came this time are all from the Zhenfan Palace. The heads of these guys are very valuable. There are also three of them in the Foundation Establishment Stage. This time we can make a small fortune!

The skinny male cultivator stood in front of everyone, his handsome face full of teasing, and his cold eyes looked at everyone, which made people shudder.

The rest of the demon cultivators laughed coldly.

One of the male cultivators smiled and said, "It's still the eldest brother's idea. Let the two of us take a group of cannon fodder to hang around the canyon, and when the cannon fodder is dead, we will quickly escape into the canyon."

"Thanks to the amazing speed of the top-grade flying sword that the eldest brother lent us, otherwise we would not be able to escape back successfully!" Another male cultivator continued.

These two people were the two Foundation Establishment Stage demon cultivators who escaped before.

A female cultivator in the middle stage of the Foundation Establishment Stage, wearing a black skirt and with black eyes, said with a sweet smile, "These guys have lost a lot of spiritual power, and they are blocked in the depths of the canyon and have nowhere to run! "

The female cultivator looked at Long Hao and the others, her expression suddenly became cold, her mouth was full of sharp teeth, and she said in a cold tone:

"We in the Ghost Spirit Sect always pay attention to courtesy before force, so we will give you a chance to commit suicide and destroy your soul. We will give you five breaths of time to consider it!"

"You must know that the soul will be very useful if it falls into our hands!"

Hearing the words of the female cultivator, Long Hao and the others looked extremely ugly.

Soon a cultivator seemed to recognize the skinny male cultivator, and his face turned pale and bitter.

"That is the ninth blood ghost Yun Jiuan on the list, with the late foundation building cultivation. I heard that he once faced two late foundation building cultivators from Tianque Castle, killing one and seriously injuring one! But he himself was unscathed. "

This person's words were full of despair.

Everyone in Zhenfan Palace felt suffocated when they heard this.

The Foundation Establishment Stage expert who ranked so high in the bounty list must be extremely powerful. It would not take much effort to kill ordinary Foundation Establishment Stage cultivators in the early or middle stages.

Except for the two leaders of the Demonic Path Team, the rest of the people began to look at each other and speak arrogantly.

The words of several Qi training demons were even more disgusting.

"Master Yun's demonic power is unparalleled. It's your luck that you can die in Master Yun's hands!"

"Why don't you surrender? Do you want to experience Master Yun's supreme magical power?"

"Ha ha ha ha, that female cultivator is pretty. Brothers, capture her and make a furnace for Master Yun!"

This is flattery. If you don't know, you might think that it was a Jindan stage elder who took action.

However, these little brothers still retained the last bit of IQ. No fool said that Master Yun didn't need to take action.

Because they knew that these Zhenfan Palace cultivators were more difficult to deal with. If the other party could really surrender, these little brothers would not have to die or be injured.

Perhaps he had been influenced by too much flattery recently, the skinny monk also showed a little bit of satisfaction, and said:

"You have some knowledge, so I will spare your life and make you my slave! As for the furnace and cauldron."

"No, no! Yunlang belongs to me, Anlang can't touch other women!"

Before the skinny male cultivator finished speaking, a soft and ethereal female voice came from the male cultivator.

A woman in a blood-colored wedding dress came out from behind the male cultivator, with her hands on his shoulders, a stunning little face resting on his right shoulder, showing an aggrieved expression, looking pitiful.

The woman's hands, face, neck, collarbone, and the soft parts exposed by the wedding dress were all abnormally white, and looked fragile.

But everyone in the Zhenfan Palace took a step back, because the woman's eye sockets were dark, and the whites and eyeballs could not be seen at all, which was obviously some kind of evil thing.

The demon cultivators around felt a chill on their backs after seeing the woman, and quietly moved away from the male cultivator. Especially the disciple who had just proposed the furnace cauldron was trembling.

Hearing the woman's words, the skinny male cultivator showed a deep affection and said in a doting tone:

"Good Yan'er, your husband naturally only loves you, how could he touch other women? Today your husband will let you eat your fill!"

Long Hao and others carefully observed and found that the woman in the blood-colored wedding dress was a special evil ghost, exuding a fishy blood spirit power all over her body, and her cultivation had reached the terrifying realm of perfection in the foundation-building period.

The wedding dress woman flirted with the skinny man for a while and looked at Long Hao and others. After seeing Long Hao, she seemed to recognize something and whispered something in the male cultivator's ear.

The skinny man was stunned after he finished speaking, and a look of ecstasy appeared on his face, and he laughed ecstatically.

"Hehehe~~, look what we found? It's the boy with the heavenly spiritual roots who has been issued a special bounty in recent days!"

"Although he didn't make it into the top 50 list, the bounty for a rookie in the early stage of foundation building can be comparable to that of the fifth-ranked strongman. It's really a fortune!"

The rest of the people also showed ecstasy, and even the minions in the Qi training period were in a very good mood.

Because they knew that although Senior Brother Yun and other uncles in the foundation building period would take more than 90% of the bounty, giving them some soup to drink would also be a windfall!

The black-robed female cultivator said excitedly: "Senior Brother Yun, don't kill him. The sect has said that as long as someone can capture him alive, he will be rewarded with 10,000 merits and a secret Yin Ling Pill in the sect. That is a treasure that can increase the probability of forming a pill by 20%. The sect has only produced a few pills in a hundred years."

"I guess someone above is looking for a good body to take over. It's really the blessing of our ancestors that we caught this person today!"

Although he was facing a desperate situation at the moment, Long Hao did not regret coming to Jinguyuan.

Three months ago, after he successfully established his foundation, his master's wife gave him a sword box of the best magic weapon and a silver-white flying sword.

According to his master's wife, the two best magic weapons were prepared by the master before he went to the battlefield and placed with her. After he established his foundation, he would hand them over to him so that he could use them well.

Long Hao was very moved, but he remembered that his master said that he didn't like hypocritical people, so he could only take the magic weapon with emotion and vowed to practice hard in the future to repay the great kindness of his master and his wife.

After refining the magic weapon, he thought of the blood feud between his family and the demons, so he asked his master's wife Xue Jian to go to the front line to participate in the war, but his master's wife naturally disagreed.

So he ran out directly and took the medium-sized flying boat sent by the sect to deliver supplies to Jinguyuan.

After arriving here, he naturally went to visit his master Jiang Yun first. He thought that the master would scold him, but the master was not angry. Instead, he smiled and gently reminded him to pay attention to safety.

He was given a few talismans and a yellow gem, saying that it was a protective treasure that could be used without sacrifice. He was told to hang it on his chest and let him go.

Long Hao didn't care, thinking it was some kind of automatic body protection magic weapon.

Later, he was going to start fighting demons and defending the way, and Long Hao was really excited, but he was not a reckless man, on the contrary, he was very smart.

He thought that when he first came to Jinguyuan, he naturally had to familiarize himself with the situation and terrain. So he joined a team of Zhenfan Temple.

As Jiang Yun's direct disciple, Long Hao had already handled the formal membership procedures of Zhenfan Temple, so he joined the team very easily.

The team had three foundation-building cultivators, and the remaining few were in the Qi training stage and they were not weak hands. The subsequent battles were very smooth.

In order to live up to the trust of his master, Long Hao must work hard to kill the enemy!

He hopes to make his master proud with his own efforts and achievements. He fought like this for more than a month until today

Facing the enemy in front of him, although Long Hao and his teammates knew in their hearts that they would definitely not win, none of them retreated.

Long Hao's eyes were still sharp, like a sharp sword. He began to circulate his spiritual power to condense his spiritual power. Although his spiritual power was insufficient, his whole body's momentum began to rise.

The two top-grade flying swords in the sword box seemed to feel the owner's intention and began to buzz, as if they couldn't wait to fly out of the box to kill the enemy.

At this moment, Long Hao remembered the expectations of his family, the strict but caring master, and the gentle but beaten him badly.

"Master, master, clansmen, I may die here today, but I won't embarrass you!"

Long Hao's spirit and energy reached the peak at this moment, and he vowed to fight the demons to the end.

"Do it! Remember! Don't kill the boy with the spiritual root of heaven"

"Form a formation!"

The leaders of both sides gave an order, and both sides sacrificed their magic tools and talismans, and dozens of colorful spiritual lights attacked each other.

Long Hao remembered his master's teachings. The most important thing in a melee is not to stand out but to save your life first. So he took out two white high-level defensive talismans from his storage bag.

These two talismans were given by his master. His master did not tell him the name of the talisman. He only cared about the sword in his hand, not the way of talismans, so he did not recognize the talisman.

But the master said that this talisman has a very good defensive effect against demon cultivators. The master's words are not wrong.

The two-foot talisman flashed with white light, and countless white spiritual energy rotated around it, like a layer of flowing white shield.

A skeleton emitting black mist just approached Long Hao, and several white spiritual energy was separated from its body to disperse it.

Long Hao was surprised by the effect of the talisman and was happy in his heart. He could let go of his hands and feet and concentrate on controlling the flying sword.

"Quick!"

With Long Hao's light shout, a sharp sword intent rose up, and a silver light flashed on the battlefield like a meteor.

A demon cultivator in the early stage of foundation building was originally releasing a wild laugh while controlling a black fork magic weapon, but his expression suddenly froze, and then the whole person fell to the ground, and his head was separated during the fall.

The silver light shuttled between the dual magic and the magic weapon like a swimming fish, and killed three people again in an instant. One of them even released a spiritual shield but still couldn't save his life.

However, after being blocked by the spiritual shield, the real body of the silver-white light finally appeared, and it turned out to be a silver-white flying sword.

At this moment, Long Hao felt that he was the flying sword, and the flying sword was himself, as if his consciousness was attached to the flying sword.

Soon Long Hao realized that he had to take down the key person, and the silver flying sword turned into a silver light again and shot out. The silver light trembled slightly in the middle and turned into eight silver lights scattered in all directions. It was impossible to tell which one was the real body.

Eight silver lights attacked Yun Jiuan from different directions from all directions, and at the same time a phantom quietly approached Yun Jiuan's back.

"Success!" Long Hao couldn't help but be happy. As long as Yun Jiuan can be killed, everyone will have hope of survival.

Yun Jiuan just looked at Long Hao coldly, and didn't seem to care about the attacks from all around.

At this time, the female evil ghost behind the male cultivator chuckled, and a large amount of blood and energy flowed out of the female evil ghost's body and turned into a blood-colored mist that enveloped Yun Jiuan.

But this thin layer of blood mist easily blocked the silver light. After the eight silver lights entered the blood mist, they almost stopped moving as if they were stuck in a mud pit, revealing eight silver flying swords.

At the same time, a white hand from the female evil ghost reached out to grab the void behind.

The scene behind made Long Hao, who was originally slightly happy in his heart, change his face.

The female evil ghost's hand turned into a sticky blood red, and a green light suddenly flashed between the five fingers. With a buzzing sound, a green flying sword suddenly appeared in the female ghost's hand.

The flying sword emitted a green aura and shook constantly, but the female ghost's slender arm did not shake at all like a pliers grasping a fish.

Seeing this scene, Long Hao uttered a slightly hoarse voice.

"Damn monster!"