“Uhhhhhhh….”

Above the night sky, a kite-like figure with a broken string passed through the moonlight with a series of screams, falling to the forest below. The dense branches and leaves swayed up and down, and fell heavily to the ground, causing a circle of fallen leaves to spread.

After a moment, the blood-stained fingers shook and pressed to the ground. The Protector of the Fire Cult grabbed a dead leaf with his hand, tremblingly supported himself, and sat down near a tree body. His chest was pierced with a blood hole as big as a fist.

Hu... Hu... Hu...

"Fortunately, the life-saving talisman given by Mingzun can last for two hours.... and then you will be saved if you rush back to Ziling Mountain."

He gasped violently, looked down at the bloody blood cave, and slowly stood up with his tree body. If it were a Taoist practitioner who did not have a life-saving tiger talisman, the sword just now would have been dead.

‘It’s actually an immortal sword with spiritual consciousness… it must be a profound cultivation… it came to Ziling Mountain?’

‘Not good, something may be leaked...I promptly notify the other three guardians.’

The pain in my body was unbearable, but my thoughts were particularly clear. I quickly thought about a few possibilities and didn't want the magic weapon. I stumbled and used spells, and my walking figure was significantly faster, and then...

With a muffled bang, the man had not passed between the two trees, and seemed to have hit an invisible wall and flew backwards.

The rustling leaves swayed and the mist in the forest was churning. He saw a flashing lightning in his eyes. A unique sound of hooves stepping on the fallen leaves slowly came over, which was completely different from the previous magic sword aura.

“What…thing…”

An instinctive fear arose in my heart. The monks of the Prayer Cultivation swallowed blood foam and held it up from the ground. As they murmured, a dragon roar came.

Hoang--

The mist swayed, and a body taller than a man walked elegantly in the mist with its limbs. The roaring dragon roar was mixed with copper bells shaking.

Dingding Ding...

"This...this is...the unicorn beast..."

The monks of the Prayer Cultivation opened their eyes wide. In the mist in front of their vision, a strong and elegant unicorn beast slowly appeared. They shook open the dense lion mane on their necks, and the two beards under their chins were shaking lightly without wind. They walked out of the fog step by step. A pair of deer antlers above their heads were particularly eye-catching, presenting a fearful majesty.

Crack!

The long ox tail sucked the air, the shaking dragon head, the tiger's eyes bloomed with cold light and looked indifferently, bared their fangs, and then opened: "Roar--"

The dragon roared, and the fallen leaves stirred upside down on the monk. The weak body couldn't help but retreat and pushed away a tree body.

"Ahem..."

The chest cavity was filled with unbearable severe pain, and the monk coughed up blood, "There is actually a beast in this place..."

However, when he raised his eyes, he saw a figure wearing a blue-clothed white robe hanging on the side of the unicorn beast, looking at it with a sword sheath.

"Who are you... Do you know that the Holy Fire Ming is standing behind me..."

Lu Liangsheng put his hands behind him, and the shaking branches and leaves in the air was flying back, and he inserted his empty sheath straight into the air. He closed his eyes and turned away.

On one side, the beast with mane stroking its long kiss, kicked its hooves, and its elegant figure instantly turned into a blue-white lightning.

The last word "天" of the monks of the Prayer Cultivation who were standing against the tree suddenly turned into a shrill scream of "Ah!", and a bloody mouth full of fangs in his eyes fell down!

The screams came to an abrupt end.

The cold moonlight shone through the branches and shone through the moonlight on the ground. The shadow biting his head struggled for a few times, and the sound of bones breaking in the air, and a blood arrow rushed out of the broken neck.

The blue and white lightning rose again, and under the tree, the headless corpse fell to the ground with a bang. The beast dragged out a lightning and chased the master in front of him.

Step by step...

The huge hoof print pressed off the fallen leaves in the forest, and caught up with Lu Liangsheng, holding a sword in front of him, jumped and jumped happily, spit out something from his mouth, and rolled to his master's feet.

It was the monk's head.

"Although I was killing him, I didn't ask you to bite his head off." Lu Liangsheng took out a silk handkerchief and wiped the blood on the corner of his mouth. He shook his hands and became bigger in the wind, wrapping the head on the ground.

"It's bloody and fishy."

roar!

The unicorn beast lowered its neck and roared at the head of the human ground, pausing its hooves. It probably didn't like this evil man to fall into a corpse and argued with Lu Liangsheng.

"I know, I know, so just don't be a kirin, go to Shanhai Tuzhi, a guy named Zheng." Lu Liangsheng held the wrapped head in his hand, narrowed it to the size of a fist, put it on the bookshelf on the ground, and slapped the chin of the Lin Beast.

"Change back!"

Hoang!

Lin Beast squirted two heavy breaths, stared at the blood-stained package on the bookshelf. In a blink of an eye, the dark scales faded and hidden under the skin. The slender figure slowly shrank, turning into an old donkey as high as a waist.

Putting the bookshelf on its back, Lu Liangsheng jumped over and sat down, reached out to pat the donkey's buttocks.

"Let's go, it's time to meet with Lao Sun and the others."

Humph~~~

The old donkey raised his head like the breeze before, and whistled his hooves, turning into smoke and dust, rolling away to the distant wilderness.

The clouds wandered around, covering half of the clear moon, overgrown with weeds, and the ground buried with rocks was like silver frost. A long smoke was rolled up to go to the back of the old donkey in the direction of Ziling Mountain. Lu Liangsheng tried to call the master in the bookshelf compartment.

Soon, the voice of Toad Taoist sounded in the compartment on the lower floor of the bookshelf.

"The teacher is digesting the flesh and blood of the fish demon. At a critical moment, don't say more to me."

"I want to say that I will arrive at Ziling Mountain in a while... Oh, forget it, Master will be in seclusion."

In the howling wind, Lu Liangsheng pursed his lips, turned his face, and drove the old donkey to a muddy path along the official road. After a moment, he ran straight to the southeast along the foot of a mountain in front.

Suddenly a familiar magic power flashed by, as if guiding the scholar.

"Old donkey, follow it."

Sure enough, following the direction of the magic power, among the several piles of huge rocks in the distance, Zuo Zhengyang leaned against the rock wall wearing a hat, Sun Yingxian sat cross-legged with a red face, and at the highest point, Yan Chixia jumped down with a wooden box. When she saw the stopping donkey and the scholar who landed on the ground, her beard spread wide and she went up to arch her hand:

"Fellow Daoist!"

"I've met Brother Yan."

Lu Liangsheng returned a bow and nodded to Zuo Zhengyang there. At this time, the Taoist who was standing beside him retracted his energy and returned to his ritual, jumped down from the stone, walked over quickly, and asked in a low voice:

"How about Junyang City?"

Over there, Zuo Zhengyang looked at him, and Lu Liangsheng nodded.

"As Qianwei expected, when I came, I had already abandoned a member of the Fire Prayer Sect."

This was an explanation, and immediately, his eyes fell on the Taoist: "How long will it take for you to encounter a thunder tribulation now?"

"Don't ask, it's almost done anyway."

The Taoist face had a red man with magic power suppressed to the extreme. A few wisps of white air appeared from time to time on the top of his head. Obviously, he was pressing it deliberately, and he was almost unable to hold it in.

He rubbed his hands hard and walked two steps back and forth.

"I haven't experienced the thunder tribulation yet, so I'm a little nervous... and he still runs to the house of the monk, saying that I'm a mother, it's a bit too exciting... wait, I'll go and slap first... relax."

After saying that, he lifted his robe and ran to the back of the rock. Lu Liangsheng smiled helplessly at Yan Chixia: "Old Sun is like this. Anyway, there is still a little time, so why not follow the plan again."

Lu Liangsheng was born as a scholar, and Zuo Zhengyang was also a constable. Both of them were cautious. The Holy Fire Mingzun had a high level of cultivation and had to deal with each other, so he naturally had to make detailed and secure arrangements.

Even if you can't get a single blow, you must have a complete retreat strategy.

"Killing that monk is considered a warning to the snake, and it also just leads the snake out of the cave, attracting the Holy Fire Master, and then let the Taoist thunder tribulation disrupt the magic barrier of Ziling Mountain..."

boom--

While the three of them discussed, thunder suddenly sounded from the night sky. Lu Liangsheng raised his eyes. The blue and white light flashed in the clouds, and there was a faint fluorescent light. It was the unique symbol of the thunder that had passed through the tribulation.

He shouted at the back of the rock.

"Old Sun, the thunder tribulation is coming!"

The scholar was not slow at hand, and he landed on the ground with one stroke and summoned the tree demon grandmother who turned into a spiritual tree. According to the previous plan, she had a grudge against the Holy Fire Mingzun and had a high level of cultivation, so she naturally could easily attract the other party.

Lu Liangsheng thought about it and said that if the other party was not trapped, the head on the bookshelf would come in handy, so he would hand it over to the tree demon together.

"Remember, the man comes out and leads him farther away. If he wants to return, he will entangle him. If he wants to kill you, turn around and run!"

"oh."

The tree demon held the head wrapped in his hand and looked around curiously, responded casually, then raised his face and looked at Lu Liangsheng with big eyes.

"Hey, old demon, what did you say just now?"

Lu Liangsheng: "......"

Zuo Zhengyang: "..."

The latter turned his head, approached the scholar, wiped off a drop of cold sweat from the forehead, and whispered: "This tree demon doesn't seem to be very safe, so just let Yan Chixia lead the Holy Fire Mingzun away."

"Who do you say go?"

On the other side of the rock a little further away, Yan Chixia pulled the Taoist who was carrying his pants while walking over, and Sun Yingxian cursed and tightened his belt.

"What are you urging me? I have only pulled half of this shit out, and I have to hold it back again... Hey, what are you doing?!"

The Taoist's words turned into panic and shouted, and his figure was thrown on the back of the old donkey. Lu Liangsheng said, "Thank you for your hard work later." He reached out and slapped the donkey's buttocks in the Taoist's sight.

"Take him up the mountain!"

The old donkey turned his neck and looked at the Taoist with disgust. In the master's voice, he reluctantly stepped away his hooves and ran to the outline of the mountain in the distance in the darkness. The hooves gradually turned out the afterimage and accelerated.
To be continued...