Chapter 150 Assassination (Asking for Monthly Votes)
Smiling Zhuo Lingling escorted Yuan Ming and Gu Yue to the door of the box. Yuan Ming declined the other party's idea of escorting him out of the building.
He didn't want to be so high-profile and attract other people's attention.
The two moved to the lobby on the first floor, walked through rows of shelves, and were about to walk out the door, but found that there was a commotion at the door and a group of people rushed in from the main door.
The leader was a young man in his twenties dressed in white. He had a handsome face, but his hair and beard were all white, and his lips were a little thin, giving people a sense of frivolity.
The young man was holding a girl in a red skirt in his arms, talking and laughing, not caring about the eyes of the people around him.
The girl in the red skirt had a soft appearance and a curvy figure. A thin long skirt showed her exquisite figure. Her whole body exuded a thrilling charm, like a blooming fire lotus.
Yuan Ming had seen many beautiful women, but he had never seen such a beautiful and fiery one, and he couldn't help but take a few more glances.
The other guests in Changxian Building were the same, and their eyes couldn't help but focus on the girl in the red skirt.
The girl in the red dress seemed to have long been accustomed to being noticed. She half-leaned in the arms of the young man in white without paying any attention, and occasionally giggled.
Behind the two of them, there were seven or eight people who looked like guards, probably bodyguards, who surrounded the two young men in white.
Among the guards, an old man in a black robe had a deep demeanor and his eyes were as sharp as a falcon.
"A cultivator in the foundation-building stage!" Yuan Ming was secretly surprised.
This young man in white was only in the Qi-refining stage, but he actually had a guard in the foundation-building stage. It seemed that his identity was extraordinary.
"There is a dragon pattern embroidered on the sleeves of these people. They should be disciples of the White Dragon Island in the East Region of Southern Xinjiang. The young man in white should be the son of the owner of the White Dragon Island, Ula." Gu Yue approached Yuan Ming and said softly.
Hearing this, Yuan Ming looked at the young man in white and felt a rather pure water-attributed mana fluctuation emanating from him.
"Young Master, look, look, that gem is so beautiful." The girl in the red dress looked at a blue gem on the shelf next to her with anticipation.
"These are all common spiritual materials. Just take whatever you like. I'll take you upstairs to see the real treasures later." The young man in white laughed nonchalantly.
"Thank you, sir!" The girl in red skirt showed joy and took off the blue gem.
"When can I be so romantic and rich, with a beautiful woman by my side?" Gu Yue sighed softly.
Yuan Ming had no interest in such gossips in the world of immortal cultivation. Seeing that several people had walked in and the door was open, he planned to leave Changxian Building directly.
As a result, as soon as he walked to the door, a figure stepped into Changxian Building and passed by him.
The man was wearing a gray and white double-breasted shirt, his face was covered with five-color oil, he wore a funny little pointed hat on his head, and wore a pair of odd-shaped upturned shoes on his feet. He looked like a clown in a circus.
There were many people wearing strange costumes in the market, and the appearance of the colorful clown did not attract many people's attention.
Yuan Ming stopped and looked back at the man.
"Brother Yuan, you?" Gu Yue asked when he saw this.
Yuan Ming remained silent. The moment he passed by, the hair on his back suddenly stood up, as if he had encountered some terrifying beast.
He activated his sea of consciousness and wanted to investigate the man's situation. After hesitating for a while, he decided to give up.
It was very impolite to use consciousness to investigate others. If this colorful clown was really a powerful person, it would inevitably cause trouble for himself.
The colorful clown did not wander around the store, but walked straight towards the group of people from Bailong Island.
"Who are you?" A big guard stood sideways, stopped the man, and shouted in a low voice.
The other guards saw a stranger approaching and were also alert.
"Hehe..."
The colorful clown laughed strangely, and before he did anything, six golden blades with afterimages shot out from his fingers and slashed across the necks of the two guards in front.
It was not until blood spurted out that the two guards reacted, but their bodies had no strength and fell to the ground softly.
The six light blades rushed towards Master Wula without any pause, and were behind him in an instant.
Master Wula was hugging the enchanting woman and evaluating a spiritual material, and he didn't realize that danger was coming from behind.
Just as he was about to be pierced by the golden light blade and suffer the same fate as the two guards, a dark green shield as big as a table shot from the side and blocked the six golden lights at the critical moment.
With a loud "clang" sound, the six golden lights shattered and turned into countless gold flakes.
The dark green shield was also knocked several feet away, and it trembled a few times before it stabilized.
A black shadow flashed next to the shield, and the old man in black robe flashed like a ghost, shouting: "Master, retreat quickly!"
The colorful clown laughed strangely, clapped his hands, and more than a dozen golden light blades shot out of his hands and hit the old man in black robe together.
The old man in black robe was furious. At this moment, he naturally ignored the rule that the market could not take action, and pinched the dark green shield.
The shield, which was already the size of a table, grew nearly half the size again, and its thickness also increased a lot, colliding with the attacking golden blade for the second time.
The golden and green lights collided fiercely in front of the dark green shield, making a deafening explosion. The nearby shelves fell to the ground, and the floor tiles were torn by the powerful magic power. Smoke and dust rose, and the Changxian Building was suddenly in a mess.
The colorful clown and the black-robed old man attacked very quickly. The customers in the store did not react until this moment, and fled outside in panic. The same was true for the green-clothed attendants in Changxian Building.
Most of them were just mortals. Who had ever seen anyone dare to take action in Changxian Building?
However, there were still many monks and mortals who loved to join in the fun, gathered at the entrance of Changxian Tower from a distance, watching everything that happened inside.
Yuan Ming pulled Gu Yue and followed the crowd to the outside of the building.
The remaining six White Dragon Island guards had already protected Master Wula, and some tried to help the black-robed old man, but the colorful clown and the black-robed old man were fighting fiercely, and they could not get close at all. They used magic weapons and spells to attack the colorful clown, but before they touched the other party, they were blown away by the fierce collision.
In the deepest part of the smoke and dust, the power of the golden light blade became stronger and stronger, and every collision was like a boulder hitting.
The surface of the dark green shield flashed green light wildly, and it kept retreating, but it was actually unable to withstand the bombardment of the golden light blade.
The black-robed old man was shocked and angry, but he did not panic. He supported the dark green shield with one hand and pinched the other hand, and was about to use other means.
At this moment, the old man's eyes suddenly hurt, and the next moment they burst directly, and the sharp eyes turned into two blood holes.
The piercing pain made the black-robed old man unable to continue fighting, and he fell to the ground.
The colorful clown's eyes revealed bloodthirsty excitement, licked his lips with his tongue, and stretched out his hand to point.
The black-robed old man's head exploded with a "bang", and a large piece of red and white objects splashed, and the screams stopped abruptly.
Yuan Ming was shocked that a foundation-building cultivator was killed so easily. At the same time, his eyes subconsciously looked at the body of the black-robed old man. A small half of a white bag was exposed under the collar of his waist, which was the storage bag pressed by the old man's body.
An idea flashed through his mind, and he quietly withdrew from the crowd, turned around and walked away, and came to a deserted place near Changxian Tower. A black light flashed between his eyebrows, and a soul crow flew out, sank into the spirit beast bag on his waist, hit the black toad's head, and sank into it.
The black toad's eyes flashed with a trace of green light, which was the ability to control corpses that had just awakened.
This ability can not only control corpses, but also living things, provided that the other party's soul is weak, such as mortals, or like the black toad who will not resist the master.
A hint of anthropomorphism flashed in the black toad's eyes, and a purple-black vine grew out of his back, waving quickly, easily making various flexible movements that he could not do before, just like Yuan Ming's own arm, and his magic power could also operate in the vine.
"It's just as I thought." Yuan Ming said secretly, controlling the vine to extend out of the mouth of the spirit beast bag.
He took off the storage ring on his hand and put it on the purple-black vine. The vine sank into the ground with a "puff" sound, and quickly drilled towards the underground of Changxian Tower. In the blink of an eye, it arrived under the body of the black-robed old man, close to the white storage bag.
A magic power came out of the purple-black vine, sank into the white storage bag, wrapped everything inside, and pulled it out.
At the same time, Yuan Ming carefully activated the storage ring on the vine, covering the items in the black-robed old man's storage bag.
A white light flashed faintly from the ground, and most of the items in the black-robed old man's storage bag fell into Yuan Ming's storage ring, leaving only a few dozen spirit stones.
The purple-black vine immediately returned silently and sank into the spirit beast bag again, leaving a storage ring with a little dirt on it.
Yuan Ming's heart was pounding, and he couldn't help but take a deep breath, then grabbed the storage ring, and a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
This series of processes is complicated, but it actually happened in a few breaths.
He quietly returned to the crowd of onlookers. Gu Yue was also a person who loved to join in the fun. At this moment, he was staring at the building intently, and didn't even notice that Yuan Ming had quietly left for a moment before.
In the Changxian Building, Master Wu La was already full of fear. In a panic, he took out a blue bowl, and a blue light cover fell down and covered his body.
Almost at the same time, the colorful clown's deadly finger pointed over.
With a loud "clang", the blue light shield sank deeply inward, almost pierced through, but finally barely held on.
Seeing this, Yuan Ming locked his consciousness on the dented part of the light shield and finally found some clues.
A very thin golden light pierced the blue light shield, which was invisible to the naked eye. If the power of consciousness was not strong enough, it could not be detected.
Dots of golden light gathered from all directions. It was the scattered spiritual power after the six golden light blades were shattered, which quickly merged into the thin golden light.
The thin golden light did not become thicker, but the power became stronger and stronger. After a few breaths, it finally pierced through the blue light shield and pierced Wu La's forehead.
A little blood appeared between Wu La's eyebrows, and the next moment his head exploded. The headless body shook twice and fell to the ground with its head facing up.
The whole place was silent, and you could hear a pin drop inside and outside the store.
The people nearby had no idea how the old man in black robe and Master Wula died. They looked at the colorful clown with fear in their eyes. When the guards of White Dragon Island saw this, they hurriedly fled in all directions, fearing that they would be the next person to be shot in the head.