Chapter 461: Bad News, Fierce Battle! [Subscribe Please]

Tsk tsk tsk!

Under the illumination of the Fierce Sun Talisman, the invisible and strange thing was like a red soldering iron hitting the snow, and it was immediately burned into a stream of green smoke.

However, this seems to have completely angered those invisible and strange things in the mist!

Buzz!

Invisible sound waves completely stirred the air, and then turned into substantial ripples that spread rapidly around.

Puff puff puff!

More than a dozen monks were hit head-on by these sound waves, and they suddenly spurted out blood. Their whole bodies suddenly succumbed and suffered serious injuries.

"Just take action and use all means!"

Lu Junmin turned a blind eye to this scene and instead shouted indifferently.

Many monks were shocked, how could they dare to be careless?

So they all took action with all their strength!

Whoosh whoosh!

Hundreds of fireballs continued to blast into the mist ahead.

Wood Thorn Technique, Wind Blade Technique, Falling Stone Technique, Water Arrow Technique, Golden Sword Technique

All kinds of spells were used like crazy for free, instantly making the whole area feel like it had been plowed.

The strange fog that originally shrouded this mountain forest was dispersed by thirty feet in an instant!

At the same time, those Qi-training monks either used magical weapons or used various methods to attack the area in front of them as if they were faced with a formidable enemy.

Among them, Lu Junmin was the most eye-catching. He stretched out his hand first, and a flying sword flew out like a stream of light, turning into a giant sword and striking directly at Weiwu.

Then he made a hand seal again, and after three breaths, he pointed sharply at the mist in front of him.

Boom!

A thunderbolt as thick as the mouth of a bowl appeared out of thin air and struck straight down towards the mist.

The flying sword and the sky thunder struck down almost at the same time. At this moment, there was lightning and thunder in the mist, and the sword energy was everywhere, completely scattering a large piece of mist, and the mountain forest shrouded in the mist was revealed again.

Its powerful and terrifying momentum is far superior to that of Qi-training monks!

Many Qi-training monks suddenly became energetic and immediately used various spells or magical weapons to attack the range of the mist, regardless of whether it had any effect.

However, at this moment, a scream and hiss that was so shrill that it was about to pierce the eardrums suddenly sounded.

"squeak!!!"

Even the air was shaken with ripples!

Lu Junmin's face changed slightly, and he immediately shouted: "It's a weird and evocative sound. Everyone should pay attention immediately and don't be fooled by this weird sound!"

After saying that, he threw out a thick stack of talismans.

However, Lu Junmin's reminder was obviously a little late. Although most of the monks immediately closed their ears and kept their minds tightly, trying not to be fooled by the enchanting sounds, there were still more than 20 practitioners. The monks at the fourth and fifth levels of Qi failed to detect the danger in time. They just reacted a little slower and were immediately hit.

The more than 20 Qi-training monks stopped all movements in their hands for an instant, and then their eyes became blurred as if their souls had been taken away, and then they walked towards the mist unpreparedly.

"Quick, stop them!"

Lu Junmin shouted coldly!

But at this time, everyone was keeping their minds tight, and waves of soul-stirring sounds kept coming. At this time, no one had the energy to stop the more than 20 monks. They could only watch them walk into the mist, and then be trapped. Devour completely.

At this moment, all the surviving monks felt chills in their hearts.

All the previous luck was thrown out of the window, and the cruel reality made everyone wake up.

There is no need for any further reminder from Lu Junmin. These surviving monks will raise their vigilance to the highest level.

The burst of enchanting sounds lasted for half a stick of incense, and then slowly subsided.

With this period of time, the strange fog that had been dispersed swept in again.

"Kill, no one is allowed to retreat!"

Lu Junmin shouted loudly and kept attacking with his hands.

Naturally, the other Qi-training monks did not dare to stop for a moment, and started attacking the mist one after another.

Two months later.

In the past two months, Qingyun Sect has organized a large number of monks to carry out a blanket clearing of the mountains and forests in the area where the mist is located.

Ten foundation-building monks led the team and constantly used various means to disperse the mist.

This caused huge casualties, and many monks simply died never to return.

Wei Hong stayed in the Talisman Drawing Workshop for two consecutive months, either drawing Talisman or practicing every day. Although the days were monotonous and boring, it was extremely safe. Compared with the monks on the front line, it was considered leisurely and comfortable.

Today, after Wei Hong completed his task, he walked out of the Talisman Painting Workshop and came to the market on a whim.

Just after leaving the Talisman Painting Workshop, he saw some monks in the city who were either pale or wearing bandages, or walking with a limp. It was obvious that they had suffered serious injuries and had not yet fully recovered.

"As a cultivator, you can't even recover from your external injuries. Is it really so tragic?"

Wei Hong frowned secretly, thought for a while and then walked forward.

But when he wandered around, he found that the situation was far more serious than he imagined.

There are many disabled patients in Fang City, some have broken arms and legs, and some are half dead. In short, at a glance, it feels like entering a wounded barracks.

This situation made Wei Hong's face become heavy, and at the same time he felt lucky in his heart. Fortunately, he was recruited to the Talisman Painting Workshop instead of going to the front line to deal with Weird, otherwise he would probably suffer heavy losses.

"Time is also destiny. No matter how generous the reward is, you still have to redeem it with your life!"

Looking at the disabled patients, Wei Hong shook his head and sighed.

He walked slowly towards the courtyard, and when he was almost back to the door, he met another neighbor, Chen Yan.

"Hey, Daoist Chen, are you going out?"

Seeing Chen Yan preparing to go out, Wei Hong asked casually.

Chen Yan nodded sadly after seeing Wei Hong and said, "Yes, Daoist Guan, are you just back?"

"Yes!"

Wei Hong nodded, greeted him and prepared to go back.

But at this time, Chen Yan stopped, looked at Wei Hong and said, "Daoist Guan, do you know that Taoist Qian has died?"

"What? Isn't Daoist Qian a sixth-level Qi training cultivator? Why did he die suddenly? Is it because of something strange?"

Wei Hong was shocked when he heard this and asked hurriedly.

Daoist Qian was one of his more familiar neighbors, and he had some friendship with him. Now, when he heard the news of Daoist Qian's death, Wei Hong was also a little surprised.

Chen Yan sighed, "Yes, it's because of the weirdness."

"Master Qian has the sixth level of Qi training, so he is naturally among the recruits, and he has worked very hard to exchange for the foundation-building technique."

"But just the day before yesterday, I suddenly heard the news of Master Qian's death. After I confirmed it, Master Qian has indeed died."

"Alas"

I don't know if it's because of the reason that the rabbit dies and the fox mourns, Chen Yan feels very sorry for the news of Master Qian's death.