Chapter 150 Catch him But holding down their chicken is of no use. The bird, with red pupils, attacked these mortal soldiers indiscriminately. It took the initiative and pecked out the eyes of many people. These mortals protected their eyes and heads, but they could not defend themselves and were pecked by the sharp beaks of the birds. The monk who played the flute could even control the chicken in their family that had the blood of the phoenix, let alone some birds of prey. Ordinary mortals would be in a hurry to defend against some ordinary flying birds, and they would not be able to defend against them at all if there were birds of prey joining in the attack. Monks are not allowed to interfere in the wars of mortals, but now other monks have intervened. If they turn a blind eye, it would be a waste of their responsibility as monks to protect all mortals! The two women showed their special abilities, using their respective Taoist methods and even magic, and tried their best to control any birds that were hurting people within their sight. No matter how ferocious a bird of prey is, it is still a mortal bird after all. It cannot resist the power of a cultivator. Under the stronger force, it is pinned down and cannot move. But there are only two of them, their abilities are limited, and the situation they can control is also limited. Ultimately, they still have to find the manipulator behind the scenes. After many of the flying birds were pressed down, the scene became much quieter. Zhou Ling seemed to be able to distinguish the faint flute sound that he had heard before from among all the noisy sounds.
That man is still playing the flute nearby! Zhou Ling gritted her teeth. Since she could hear his flute, it meant that he was at least not too far away from here. The longer one practices the way of immortality, the more skillfully one can use the combination of mental power and consciousness. Whenever Zhou Ling has free time, she will think about their combined application, so that now, through her own exploration and combined application practice, the range of her consciousness perception and the range covered by her mental power have become wider, which is equivalent to the result of one plus one equals two, and the effect is extraordinary. He closed his eyes and used his spiritual sense to see things, extending it for hundreds of meters until he finally found the target in a dense forest deep in the mountains. It was still the man in the gray gown, hiding in the bushes, playing his broken flute! Zhou Ling was so angry that he laughed. He knew that what he did was not human? He didn't dare to stand in front of people and control these birds to harm mortals. He only dared to do these sneaky things behind their backs. He actually hid in the dense grass and played the flute! "Mom, I found him!" While informing his mother, Zhou Ling let go of the Taoist magic and leaped towards the man playing the flute. Zhou Li didn't waste any time. He controlled another group of birds and followed his daughter's steps. Ride the wind, this method is the most commonly used in daily life. Although it is difficult for people without wind spiritual roots to practice, for convenience, Zhou Li still bites the bullet and learns it. After practicing for a long time, he is now quite proficient in using it, at least he can catch up with his daughter's speed. Ever since her daughter learned that she was not a loser with five spiritual roots, but a genius with all spiritual roots, she has become more adept at practicing Taoism and cultivation, and has made rapid progress. As a mother, she used to be better than her daughter, but now she is not as good as her daughter. Zhou Li, who had been able to catch up just now but was now some distance away from her daughter, couldn't help but sigh in her heart. As a mother, she was afraid that she was no longer able to protect her daughter. But her spiritual roots are not bad either. Her daughter's talent is much higher than hers, and she is still constantly studying and working hard. How can she have the qualifications to stop? I don't need to be better than my daughter, I just need to be a support to her and not hold her back at critical moments. Gritting his teeth and injecting more spiritual energy, Zhou Li managed to increase his speed so that he could keep pace with his daughter. She also saw the man hiding in the bushes. The clothes and the sound of the flute remained the same, and it was definitely the same person I saw on the top of the mountain that time. The mother and daughter looked at each other and understood. They moved on the left and the right, and coordinated their actions. The gray-robed monk, who was still concentrating on playing the flute to control the flying birds, realized that danger was approaching, but it was too late. The cold sword blade was against his neck, and the cold light flashed slightly, making him feel cold all over. "Why is this happening, girl?" He suppressed the fear in his heart and turned to ask Zhou Ling.
"Why are you asking this?" Zhou Ling didn't say much, just looked coldly at him and the flute in his hand which seemed to be made of unknown material. Although she had not been in the world of immortal cultivation for a very long time and her knowledge was limited, the material of the flute... why did it look like bone? Being surrounded by two female monks at the same time, with a sword at his neck, the gray-robed monk had no intention of escaping due to the huge disparity in power. He swallowed and slowly closed his eyes. "Are you sent by the sect to kill me? Just do it. I have no ties in this world, so you can do whatever you want to me." Although his eyes were closed, his overall expression was gloomy, as if he was ready to die. Zhou Ling narrowed his eyes. What did that mean? Was he sent by the sect to kill him? He did something so against the will of heaven, and his sect actually knew about it? Zhou Ling glanced at the clothes he was wearing calmly and frowned. They were just ordinary clothes, not the Taoist robes of any sect. During the Taoist competition, Zhou Ling, in order to understand his opponent, looked at the clothes of all the sects and was sure that none of them had the type that the man was wearing. "If the flute music stops, can the birds that attack mortals also stop?" Zhou Ling answered the question irrelevantly and just took the opportunity to express his own doubts. "Heh... at this point, what's the point of asking this?" The cultivation level of the captured man was not very high. Like them, the mother and daughter were at the foundation-building stage, perhaps in the middle or late stages. But in terms of strength, if the mother and daughter joined forces, this man would definitely not be their match. At this time, the man with mediocre cultivation and average mentality started to act badly. He did not answer Zhou Ling's words. Instead, he sneered, tilted his head back, and actively moved his neck closer to the sword blade, looking like he was eager to die. Actually, Zhou Ling didn't need him to answer. With a sweep of his extended spiritual sense, he could see that the flying birds had indeed stopped. The army went out to fight, but instead of hitting the enemy, they were almost killed by a bird in the sky! Or, someone has already died... They are all men, no one cried for their dead brothers, some were just angry. The birds that had lost control came to their senses and all flew away in fright. Only a few of them did not have time to escape and were killed on the spot by the soldiers' swords. Almost every mortal soldier was covered in wounds of varying sizes, with blood soaking their clothes and dripping onto the ground. Zhou Ling's heart sank. He withdrew his consciousness and his expression became even colder. (End of this chapter)