kingnovel Chapter 459: The Guardian of the Dan Realm
Chapter 459: The Guardian of the Dan Realm
The crowd was in complete chaos, and everyone was constantly raising spiritual shields, but the green sword seemed to have no way out. Many people suddenly had a bloody hole in their chest, and before they could react, their hearts had already been shattered.
Some people even condensed their magic and blasted towards the place where Changqing disappeared, with swords and sabers flashing, but the mask soon appeared next to the next person, like a god of death, reaping lives silently.
Screams and sounds of panic were mixed together.
This small reception hall has been repainted with the blood of these evil people.
At this moment, there are more than ten evil spirits falling under the sword.
Every time the crowd's attacks landed, Changqing's figure would disappear like smoke, as if he were a ghost, unable to hit any entity.
They all felt it was difficult.
"This kid is weird, run away, run away separately!!"
Seeing that they could not hurt Changqing, the leaders were very decisive. They stopped fighting with Changqing and turned to rush out of the house. Some of them directly broke the window, and some poked the roof with their bodies, trying to escape.
In the pool of blood, Chang Qing stood quietly, holding the wooden sword dripping with blood in his hand.
After just a few breaths, cries of pain were heard outside the house.
"Where did this formation come from!"
"No, I can't escape!"
"Ah~ This rain is poisonous, hide quickly!"
Everyone ran towards the house again, but everyone had a foul smell and their bodies were covered with small holes full of pus.
"tatter"
Hiding in the house, they only felt a sudden and heavy sound of footsteps ringing in their ears and even in their hearts.
Before the relief of escaping the poisonous rain faded away, a new fear crept into their hearts. In their haste to flee, they actually forgot that there was an even more deadly person in the room.
"Since you're back, don't leave~"
The tone was gentle, like the voice of a mother's concern, but to their ears it was like the whispering of a devil from hell.
The depressing air was filled with silence and tension.
But before these people could turn around, a bright sword light came slowly, blood-colored rays rose up, there were sounds of people falling to the ground, and a fishy, sweet and disgusting smell filled the air.
"Dangdangdang~"
There was a sound of something heavy falling to the ground and rolling.
He flicked the sword to wipe off the blood of the evil man on it, turned around and left, no longer looking at the headless corpses.
The wooden sword automatically floated behind him. Chang Qing let out a long sigh, then held his breath. He then smashed his fist, which was still swirling with blood and energy, at the portrait of the founder of the Luo Su Sect hanging in the center of the hall with a force of ten thousand pounds.
A punch landed, blood and energy burst out, huge force came, and the sky island actually trembled a little at this moment.
A breeze suddenly blew, and the dust dispersed. Behind the portrait, there was a staircase leading downwards. Dim oil lamps illuminated the passage below.
As he stepped in, a stale smell came over him, causing Chang Qing to raise his eyebrows, and the mouth under the mask grinned again.
In the small underground space, there were several large black iron cages stacked against the wall, dim oil lamps, a gloomy environment, damp and foul air, and bloodstains on the ground and walls.
Under the dim light of the oil lamp, inside each iron cage, there was a pair of lifeless gray eyes.
All of them are girls. If you count them carefully, there are more than ten of them. They are crowded together, half-naked, waiting for their bleak fate in this dark corner.
Everything was so depressing that Chang Qing took a few deep breaths and looked at an old man in the Yundan realm with a kind face sitting in front of an oil lamp.
The old man looked Chang Qing up and down and smiled peacefully: "Little kid, did you kill those people up there?"
"It's me~" a hoarse voice sounded under the mask.
"A mere Pi Hai Realm cultivator killed dozens of cultivators of the same realm, including several Kai Dan Realm cultivators. With such strength, it is impossible for him to be unknown in the Southern Region. Tell me, little kid, where are you from, what is your name..."
The old man stroked his snow-white beard and looked at Changqing with a smile. It seemed that the situation was always under his control.
The strength of the Yundan realm gave the old man great confidence, but how could a kid with the strength of the Bihai realm really jump two levels and kill him? Killing the Kaidan realm before was already an amazing genius, and killing Yundan was too ridiculous.
"I'll tell you if you ask me to, you're my father!" Chang Qing curled his lips in disdain, and looked the old man up and down meaningfully.
"They say you can't judge a person by his appearance. It's true. A person with a heart of rotten dog shit may have a beautiful appearance, but it can't withstand the stench emanating from it!" Chang Qing said sarcastically, which sounded particularly harsh.
The kind smile on the old man's face became stiff, and his expression turned gloomy. He said coldly: "Are all the kids nowadays so fearless? Don't you know how to write the word death?"
"Haha, everyone can brag. After you die, I will write the word death with your blood. What do you think?"
"Oh? Just because you killed a few Kaihua realm masters by chance, you have the courage to talk to a Yundan like this? Such a little kid, have you thought about how you are going to die?" The old man chuckled, and his smile was a little gloomy.
"See those cages? The flesh and blood of monks are very nutritious. If you let these girls eat your flesh, it will definitely sell for a good price!"
"That sounds good. Do you want to hear how you, an old bastard, die?"
Changqing did not try to take the sword behind him.
The tense atmosphere made the woman in the cage feel chilly.
"Oh? Tell me?"
"It's simple. I'll beat you to death, one punch at a time!!"
Changqing raised his thin fist, which seemed to not have much power.
The old man seemed to have heard something funny. He held his stomach and laughed until tears came out.
"Today's little kids are so arrogant that they don't know how high the sky is or how deep the earth is!"
"Young people are so frivolous, the sky is high and I can go anywhere. Old bastard, you are old, it's time to be buried~"
It seemed that he was being attacked by a cat called Old Zamao. The old man Luo Su Zong finally couldn't bear it anymore and took a step forward.
The violent aura quickly blocked all of Changqing's escape routes.
Chang Qing didn't want to retreat, and he had lost his patience. He just wanted to hammer the man in front of him to death.
He took a step forward, and the aura in front of him dissipated and scattered everywhere, as if he had encountered a huge mountain.
The old man's wrinkled face twitched and his eyes narrowed slightly. He finally realized the difference in Changqing. Ordinary Pi Hai and Kai Dan realm masters would kneel down after a few breaths when facing his pressure. However, the masked kid in front of him was able to defeat his pressure without using his spiritual power.
In an instant, the old man knew that it was not a coincidence that the boy had just killed several Kaidan realm masters.
"Such a strong body, indeed strange~" the old man put away his contempt.
"Soul-Eroding Sand!" The old man slapped his storage bag, and a gourd appeared in his hand. He shook it gently, and the whole room was suddenly filled with a strong wind. A black and purple storm swept through, and the sand in it was actually flashing with cold light, and it felt a bit sharp. Gravel continued to spew out of the gourd, and soon evolved into a sandstorm, blowing towards Changqing.
Chang Qing narrowed his eyes and looked carefully. It was not sand at all, but extremely thin and sharp dark white pieces. He didn't know what they were made of. It was quite magical.