CXnovel Chapter 152 Foundation Establishment Female Cultivator Instantly Killed
Chapter 152 Foundation Establishment Female Cultivator Instantly Killed
"This soil won't do; the color is too new."
Mo Chengyue tossed the soil in his hand and turned to dig up the old soil under the roots of the old tree on the other side.
He evenly spread the blackened humus on the freshly filled pit.
He casually pulled a handful of dry grass from his storage bag and stuck them back in one by one, paying attention to the direction in which the grass blades fell, making sure it matched the wind direction.
Finally, a bottle of second-order sawtooth rat blood was spilled around.
The fishy stench masked the earthy smell of turning the soil and also concealed the lingering human presence.
Yu Jianhuan stood to the side with his arms crossed.
She watched Mo Chengyue's smooth and fluid movements, her eyes twitching.
"Junior brother."
"Were you in the funeral service business in your past life?"
"Or a professional hitman?"
"I think even those old monsters in the sect who have been killing and robbing for hundreds of years aren't as meticulous as you."
Mo Chengyue did not turn around.
He took out a rag and wiped away the footprints left by the two of them little by little, even smoothing out the slight scratches on the rocks with dust.
"Senior, that's called professionalism."
"In this godforsaken place full of pits, people who don't pay attention to details would have had their graves overgrown with weeds several times over."
"Also, don't use such a vulgar word as 'assassin'."
"I am an environmental protection officer."
Mo Chengyue threw the rag he had used to wipe the floor into the flames in his palm.
The ashes were scattered by the wind.
He clapped his hands and stood up.
"Let's go."
"It's clean here."
"Now that we know that 'those who hunt prosper,' we cannot be pigs waiting to be slaughtered."
"Let's become butchers."
Half an hour later.
The boundary between the outer perimeter and the core area of the ruins.
A pile of rubble.
Mo Chengyue and Yu Jianhuan lay on the back of a giant rock, their bodies pressed against the cold stone wall.
Breathing pressure was reduced to the lowest level.
"open."
Mo Chengyue gave a low shout.
The field of vision changed.
The originally gray world transformed into a web of countless interwoven lines in his eyes.
The red lines are ferocious; those are demonic beasts.
The gray lines were lifeless; they represented the remnants of an army.
Three miles to the southeast.
A pale blue beam of light is moving.
Very thin and very stable.
Mid-stage of foundation building.
Most importantly, there are no other colored lines around it to interfere.
He's a lone wolf.
Mo Chengyue licked his lips.
"We've got a job."
"Today's jackpot."
Yu Jianhuan leaned closer and glanced in that direction, but couldn't see anything except a cloud of fog.
"What's the jackpot?"
"Which unlucky guy have you set your sights on this time?"
"Junior brother, with your talent for finding people, it's a waste that you're not setting up a fortune-telling stall at the Heavenly Mystery Pavilion."
Mo Chengyue didn't respond.
With a flick of the wrist.
There was a lump of iron in my palm.
That thing had eight legs and a bald head that gleamed with a cold metallic sheen.
Codenamed "Merciful Father No. 1".
"I've got it."
"Don't move without my order."
"Don't make a sound."
"Even if the sky falls, you'll have to wait for me to hold it up before you do."
Mo Chengyue's tone was very cold.
He'd lost that playful, witty energy; he was like an emotionless machine.
Yu Jianhuan was taken aback by his attitude.
I was about to say something sarcastic to him, but when I saw his focused profile, I kept quiet.
He nodded.
The two crouched low, using the shadows of the rocks as cover, and crept toward their target.
There was not a sound.
……
Three miles away.
A female Taoist priest dressed in a moon-white robe squatted beside a piece of dead wood.
Holding a jade shovel, he carefully dug away the soil.
The movements were very gentle.
They were afraid of damaging the luminous herb.
"Seven-leaf Purple Heart Orchid".
The female cultivator dug out the spiritual herbs, put them into a jade box, and affixed a spirit-sealing talisman.
This thing can be exchanged for a lot of spirit stones.
She carefully put the jade box away and looked around warily.
no one.
A scan with divine sense revealed nothing unusual.
But she still felt a little uneasy.
It felt like something cold and sinister had licked my neck.
"Don't be greedy."
"Walk."
She made a quick decision and turned to leave.
Just then.
A very soft, crisp sound came from above.
The female cultivator reacted quickly.
Without even looking up, he used the jade shovel in his hand to block upwards, using the force to propel himself backwards.
His other hand had already grasped a Vajra talisman.
"who!"
She shouted sharply.
A dark creature jumped down from the crevice in the rocks.
The iron lump opened its mouth wide.
puff--!
A cloud of green, poisonous mist sprayed down on us.
"puppet?"
The female cultivator frowned.
This kind of underhanded tactic?
"break!"
The slender sword at his waist was drawn.
A flash of sword light.
The poisonous mist was cleaved open, and the sword energy struck the iron lump's forehead.
clang!
Sparks flew everywhere.
The iron spider didn't break; instead, it used the force to somersault in the air and land steadily.
then.
It raised its two front legs.
He made a hand gesture towards the female cultivator.
The middle joint stood straight up.
Although the female cultivator didn't understand what this meant.
But she understood the overwhelming sarcasm and malice.
"court death!"
The female cultivator became an internet sensation.
As an elite member of the inner sect of the Tianyin Sect, when have I ever suffered such humiliation?
She drew her sword, ready to dismantle the broken piece of metal.
That was just an appetizer.
The real pitfall is yet to come.
"Start the battle."
Two words suddenly rang out from behind me.
It contains no emotional coloring.
The female cultivator's hair stood on end.
He turned around abruptly.
All that could be seen was a churning mass of black mist.
Mo Chengyue had somehow found himself in her path of retreat.
Hands form a mudra.
Bang bang bang!
Thirty-six black battle flags simultaneously burst forth from the ground.
Spatial oscillation.
The originally thin fog instantly became thick.
Countless eerie runes lit up.
They trapped the female cultivator tightly in the middle.
"A complex formation?"
"Yin-Yang Reversal... a bewitching array?!"
The female cultivator's face turned deathly pale.
This was not an encounter battle at all.
This was a premeditated hunt.
She didn't even know when the other party had set up the formation.
"Which faction do you belong to, sir?"
"I am a disciple of the Heavenly Sound Sect!"
"You want money? Here's the storage bag, let me go!"
The female cultivator shouted as she mobilized her spiritual power to resist the suppression of the formation.
They tried to intimidate others using the name of their sect.
Only three wisps of smoke responded to her.
That was Mo Chengyue's specially blended "Sad Breeze Enhanced Version".
colorless.
Tasteless.
It specifically targets and breaks through the body's protective true energy.
The female cultivator felt her spiritual energy stagnate, and the sword energy she had just gathered dissipated.
Followed by.
A surge of heat rose from my dantian.
It feels like I'm on fire.
My legs feel weak.
My eyes are blurry.
Clang.
The sword in his hand fell to the ground.
"mean……"
She wanted to bite her tongue to stay awake.
Mo Chengyue didn't give her that chance.
A dark shadow flashed by.
He went straight up to her.
No nonsense.
There was no strange "hehehe" laugh.
Hand rises, palm falls.
It was cut on the back of the female cultivator's neck.
thump.
The person collapsed limply to the ground.
The battle is over.
From starting to bagging, it took less than thirty breaths.
Yu Jianhuan stood on the outside watching, feeling a chill on her neck.
too fast.
It's so dirty.
This is hardly a battle of magic between cultivators.
This is a textbook example of a kidnapping case.
Mo Chengyue caught the fallen female cultivator with a blank expression.
Carry it on.
Walk to the cleaned stone platform in the center of the formation and place it flat.
"Senior sister."
"Keep watch outside."
"Don't let a single fly in."
Mo Chengyue didn't even turn his head.
Yu Jianhuan nodded subconsciously, turned his back to the formation, and obediently became the door god.
Mo Chengyue placed the female cultivator on the stone platform.
He reached out to untie her Taoist robe and loot her spoils.
His hand stopped just as it touched the Taoist robe.
My gaze fell on the storage bag.
A pale golden lotus flower is embroidered on the opening of the bag.
Then look at the female cultivator's collar, which is somewhat disheveled from the fight.
Below the collarbone.
It bears the same golden lotus mark.
Mo Chengyue's hand trembled slightly.