Chapter 81: A Preliminary Discussion Wu Yong found a wooden stake that had been cut in half, sat cross-legged on it, took out a piece of animal skin that he had picked up from somewhere, dipped it in monkey wine, and began to wipe the magic sword. After a long time. The banshee under the ruins woke up slowly. The most eye-catching thing was the cage of thunder and fire formed by dozens of red and purple talismans interwoven with each other. "woke up?" Wu Yong gently wiped the dew off the magic sword and looked down at the banshee. hiss! The banshee said nothing and forced herself to stand up. Dozens of thunder and fire talismans were immediately ignited as if a switch was turned on, and turned into purple thunder and flames. Damn! The beautiful enchantress put her hands in front of her chest to protect it. Purple light burst out from her quite exposed skin, colliding with the strange thunder and fire, causing another roar. When the smoke and dust cleared, the banshee was seen kneeling on the ground with her hands folded over her chest and her knees bent. A huge purple scorpion phantom coiled in the middle of her, blocking all the thunder and fire talismans.
"What exactly do you want to do? I have no grudges against your Yunzhongxian Dao Sect. Normally, you have been collecting cloud spirits and cloud essences in this wilderness, and we have never had any intersections." The banshee looked angry and asked in a cold voice. "The Immortal Dao in the Clouds?" Wu Yong stood up, put away the magic sword with a wave of his right hand, then gently lifted up his hair bun and held the green hairpin at his fingertips. "I have heard of them, but I have never had any contact with them!" Slowly approaching the demoness, Wu Yong was already very heroic among all the Taoists, but in front of this demoness he still had to look up at her slightly. "Can you help me get rid of the poison from the Skeleton General's sting?" Wu Yong fiddled with the green hairpin with his fingertips, his black hair casually draped behind him, and asked nonchalantly. "Can't solve it!" The banshee seemed a little weak and forced herself to stand up, but her tone was indeed quite impatient. It seems that there is no idea to deal with the sting poison for Yin Jilang! Wu Yong heard this and nodded slightly. He picked up the green hairpin with three fingers and slashed it towards the witch's neck through the air. Click! The Purple Ling Demon King was also an old veteran who had experienced many battles. Feeling the fluctuations in space, he dodged away from his spot in a flash. And the moment she turned around, an imperceptible crack appeared where her fighting power originally was, like a faint flash of silver light in the air. The attack came and went quickly, and in the blink of an eye, it returned to calm, as if nothing had happened! "The Purple Ling Demon King, right?" "You said that the poison in your body can penetrate the soul, so I spared your life. But now you tell me that the poison cannot be cured?" "You can't solve it or you don't want to solve it?" "If you can't solve it, then you can go down and keep it company!" Wu Yong raised his finger and changed the way he held the green hairpin, with the blade pointing directly at the forehead of the demon opposite.
"Kill me? That skeleton will have to die with me. It's not even a true demon king. It can't survive this poisonous stake of mine." The banshee seemed to be fearless. She crossed her arms over her chest and took a step forward, walking towards Yin Erlang's collapsed skeleton body. "If you really want to follow this temper, then you will let the subordinates of the quasi-demon king die. Even if you don't care, will Taoist Yin Yi be willing? How are you going to explain it to him?" The Purple-Ling Demon King has been traveling through the mountains of this vast wilderness since he was young. From a small demon soldier scorpion to where he is today, what kind of scenes has he not encountered? "It's useless! No matter how eloquent you are, the Hengduan Mountains are already part of my heart. The bear on the north peak has already walked through my Wan'crow Pot!" "If you can remove the stinging poison, I can let you go. Otherwise, I will have to send you on your way to keep it company." Wu Yong didn't want to spend too much time on this scorpion, and he couldn't allow himself to be led by her. "I heard that if there is any poison, there is an antidote within three steps." "Green snakes are poisonous. You can kill them by taking their gallbladders. They are poisonous to the soul. I don't know." Wu Yong's eyes looked at the witch wantonly, as if he was hesitating about which part of her to take as a medicine inducer. After saying this, he pinched a seal with his left hand and recited a spell, immediately activating the soul-binding talisman that was bound to the banshee's soul. "What did you do?" The demon's soul was captured by the soul-binding talisman, and her head immediately became dizzy, as if it was filled with lead. She could only roughly hear Wu Yong approaching and whispering in her ears and in the distance, but her consciousness seemed to be leaving her body. You can’t faint. If you faint, you will definitely die! The banshee named Zi Ling knew that if she fainted, her fate would definitely not be much better than that of the black blind man. The Taoist priest opposite was extremely strange, with an indestructible mysterious yellow light, numerous talismans, a killing-destroying meteorite technique, a silent and strange divine power, and the terror that went straight into the soul. "Damn it!" Wu Yong approached slowly and suddenly heard the banshee roaring angrily. Purple light was emitting from her body. While she was pinching her fingers and casting a spell, she suddenly felt that the soul-binding talisman had been broken free. The spirit of the third-level demon king really can't be suppressed by a talisman. "You can try!" Wu Yong frowned and shouted coldly. The half-human scorpion bared its fangs and claws, with its tail swung forward, only a few feet away from Wu Yong, but after eating and drinking, it did not dare to get any closer. "Then what do you want in exchange for letting me go?" "Don't say you'll let me go if you cure the skeleton monster. I'm afraid you'll kill me if the skeleton monster comes with you!" The Purple Ling Demon King looked fierce on the outside but was actually weak on the inside. Although he seemed to be showing his fangs and claws, he had actually been seriously injured by Wu Yong's Meteorite Power. The dormant magical power is not just an external injury that can be quickly restored with vitality. The internal organs have already been in a mess. "I said I won't touch you, but I don't have the time to play games with you." As he spoke, Wu Yong looked towards the bloody shadow in the distance and gripped the green hairpin in his hand even tighter. The Wu family cultivators have arrived. Before the various demon mountains and ghost caves can react, they will erect the Thirty-Six Dharma Stele, set up the Tiangang Barrier, and then deploy killing formations, trapping formations, and illusion formations, turning this cliff mountain range into their outpost. How can we let this demon ruin everything? "Row!" "Taoist, I will trust you just once."
Finally, the banshee succumbed to Wu Yong's bullying. She swung the scorpion tail phantom and drew out the purple light from Yin Erlang's soul. "The sting has gone away, but I don't know when this old ghost will wake up." After saying that, he knelt down and leaned against the tree beside Wu Yong, saying no more words. However, his eyes were fixed on Wu Yong, as if he was afraid that he would kill him with a hairpin. When this farce was temporarily over, the Blood God Son also brought down the mountain with the 76 regular soldiers from the Second Battalion of the Wu family. "Why are you all here? Is there no one left on the ridge?" When Wu Yong saw that the two battalions were repairing and coming here one by one, his eyes went dark immediately. You guys trust those spiritual masters more than I do, right? "Zongzi. I." Yan, Wu and several other sorcerers were suddenly speechless. This was related to the third-level demon king and the most dangerous pass, and they were so concerned that they became confused. "That's fine. Those seven are kind-hearted. They will split into three groups, bringing with them twenty-four skeleton monsters and twelve armored beasts. With these two peaks as the center, they will first set up the Tiangang barrier." "Go!" After Wu Yong waited for everyone to arrive, he immediately sent the task of setting up the barrier down, and instructed Blood God Son, "Please ask Blood Lord to support them. I will deal with the matter of the goblin and Yin Erlang." It was supposed to be Blood God Son, Wu Yong, and Yin Erlang who took turns to lead the charge, flatten the cliff mountain range directly, and supervise the erection of the barrier magic monument. But now that Yin Erlang had been poisoned and the Demon King was still by his side, Wu Yong was unable to extricate himself. With his right hand, he lightly tapped the bracelet on his sleeve, and the Three Evils Altar fell in front of Wu Yong. The altar was seven feet six inches high and about two feet three inches wide. There were spirit tablets standing on it, and under each tablet there was a unique incense burner. Wu Yong pointed directly at the large skull on the ground. Wisps of black air attracted the skull and split it into two parts. One was the skull demon bone, and the other was the Seven Killings Spirit. The two intertwined with each other and suddenly returned to the spirit tablet. After doing all this, Wu Yong put away the altar, strode to the side of the banshee, and grabbed her wrist. "I have a pair of rings, one large and one small, that you must wear. If you do not cause trouble, after the incident is settled, I will take the rings and find a way out for you." Without waiting for the banshee to object, two silver rings, one large and one small, were put on her right wrist and neck respectively. "Let's go and see how dangerous this cliff is that is recorded in the Qingyun Realm." With a flick of his right sleeve, Wu Yong rose into a purple cloud. The two of them flew up on the cloud, hovered outside the cliff, and began to watch this natural barrier. From the west side of the twin peaks, there is a deep cliff that seems to have no bottom in sight, stretching more than 200 miles from east to west. There are already scattered auspicious clouds floating above the cliff. The transformation of this huge pass could not be completed in a short period of time. The Wu family had to first determine the locations of the thirty-six formation bases, and temporarily replace the formation bases with formation plates and formation flags. After moving a few villagers and asking some village warriors for help, it took a year and a half to establish a permanent formation base. The giant purple cloud carrying Wu Yong and the other man was suspended in the air. Wu Yong used the power of Qiankundian to move the huge stone weighing ten thousand pounds, and helped the cultivators in the clan to build a formation. On the other hand, he was on the purple cloud, lighting the fire and starting the furnace. This was also the first time that Wu Yong was refining medicine after practicing alchemy for such a long time. "Monster King Zi Zi Ling, how come your lungs are so badly injured?" Wu Yong threw the last natural boulder that was more than dozens of feet high to the top of the cliff, while his left hand was pinching the pulse of the banshee. This question, which was asked knowingly, made the banshee roll her eyes. What do you say? However, at least this Taoist still knew how to refine a furnace of medicine. If he fell into the Three Saints Ridge, he might be the one being refined in the furnace! At this point, the Purple Ling Demon King could only think of the bright side. Although the little monster in the mountain is gone and its foundation of more than a hundred years has been destroyed, at least the human is still there, but the big bear is gone too. Looking at all kinds of strange squares and circles being slowly built up on the cliff and below, she had practiced for hundreds of years after all, so what kind of scenes had she not seen?
I've never seen such a scene! This human immortal cultivator knows how to find things to do on his own. Can he defend against the old monster from another mountain by just moving a few broken stones? (End of this chapter)