Immortality begins with meditation puppets

Chapter 99 The Death of Ding Ping
Black Tiger Mountain is not a low mountain, but one of the more than one hundred spiritual mountains with second-order spiritual veins at the outermost edge of the Hundred Beasts Mountain Range.

Even from a distance of two or three hundred miles, Su Qing could still see the majestic mountain hidden in the clouds when he looked east.

"Looking at the mountain makes the horse run itself to death."

To reach Black Tiger Mountain, one must traverse dozens of low mountains in between, the most dangerous of which is the area of ​​the original low mountain defense line.

There are dozens of first-tier ultimate demon kings there, leading hundreds of thousands of demon beasts to guard the area. If you are not careful, you will be overwhelmed by the demon beast horde.

However, Su Qing wasn't too worried.

Qinghe Matuan and the others made several trips back and forth without incident, suggesting that there must be a safe route through the low mountain defense line.

Riding atop a fiery egg, his divine sense remained connected to the Sky Roc ship.

From Bee Scout 1 to 360, all of them left the hive to scout, and most of the activity within a radius of fifteen miles was under his control.

Only when passing through some dense forests did the visibility transmitted back by the swarm of drones become less clear.

At this point, he would need to rely on Huodan's keen sense of smell and sharp perception.

"Ouch! Ouch!"

Having just crossed a low hill, the calm and peaceful atmosphere led Su Qing to mistakenly believe that the demonic beasts that had originally lingered within those hills had realized that they were not to be trifled with and had retreated on their own.

Right now, the fire egg suddenly issued a warning.

A wolf's howl indicates that a demonic beast is attacking; two wolf howls represent two demonic beasts.

After those two howls from the dogs, before Su Qing could even remind the others...

Liang Haishun activated his magical artifact, and the dual-sword lizard and lizard warriors surrounded him on either side.

Helian Xian activated the magical artifact, and lizard warriors surrounded him on both sides.

Guo Qiaolian activated her magical artifact, and two double-bladed lizards surrounded her on either side.

Su Qing looked around and saw that all the professionals reacted faster than the warriors. Some activated their magical artifacts, while others commanded their puppets.

Without any magical artifacts or puppets, he pulled out a flute. It belonged to Ding Ping, a flute player, who was the worst off among the professionals in the front-line camp.

The melodious sound of a flute filled the air, and the surrounding spiritual energy seemed to dance along with the music.

A clump of low bushes, more than 100 meters away from the group, leaned to both sides.

The two black and green pythons lying inside looked as if they had been stripped naked, trembling as they looked at the group of cultivators staring at them.

As demonic beasts capable of concealing their demonic aura to the point of being invisible, they clung to a sliver of hope, clinging to this group of evil human cultivators, hoping they would not be discovered.

Unfortunately, things didn't go as planned. The path to becoming a demon beast was fraught with danger, and there was no room for even the slightest bit of luck.

The two giant pythons' first thought was to whip their tails and run away.

Unexpectedly, before they could even turn around, two flashes of light cleaved off their snake heads.

Ma Tuan remained as lazy as ever, only when he drew his knife did a glint of light flash in his cloudy eyes.

After efficiently understanding the two first-tier low-grade giant pythons, the couple...

They continued their journey with the team.

The group then encountered several more giant pythons, including this pair.

Most of them were low-grade first-tier demonic beasts. Not to mention their team, many independent cultivators in the front-line camps also hunted them on a daily basis.

Because it was too easy for warriors like Ma Tuan to deal with these monsters.

So much so that when they encountered monsters again halfway through their journey, the adventurers no longer felt as threatened as before.

They arrived at a place where three mountain ridges, resembling three fingers reaching the sky, met without any trouble.

The troop finally stopped. And just a few dozen miles ahead lay the low mountain defense line.

As darkness fell, evil spirits were most likely to appear in this remote and untouched mountain forest.

Ma Tuan and Qing He did not want to travel overnight, so they let the team set up camp here and rest for the night.

At this point.

This highlights the importance of having a haunted house.

They are the most money-making small group among professionals.

Helian Xian released his weapon-refining room, which was square and resembled a tin hut made of black iron. Judging from its appearance, it seemed that he was using the spirit house as a magical artifact for refining.

Liang Haishun released his array house, which itself was nothing special.

But around the house, red flags were waving and colorful flags were fluttering, and array devices were planted everywhere, which meant that the array master had really mastered the profession.

Guo Qiaolian's spirit house clinic is protected by an array outside and guarded by double-bladed lizards inside, so it doesn't look like something to be trifled with.

Compared to these three, Su Qing's first-tier limit spirit house seemed rather ordinary.

Aside from the War Bear Team and the Dual-Blade Lizard Team, which were holding up the scene, only the Thick Earth Formation and Golden Light Formation in the front and back yards were somewhat interesting.

The four funeral parlors were arranged side by side, making the other professionals who saw them feel nauseous.

There is a huge gap between the rich and poor among professionals.

The rich live in spirit houses, raise lotus-root maidens, eat beast meat, and consume elixirs.

They were so poor they lived in tents and rented puppets, eating the morning glow and drinking the white dew.

For example, right now, professionals like Leng Fengxiang can only crawl into makeshift tents and endure the biting mountain winds outside. They can't even imagine how comfortable Su Qing and the others must be inside the spirit house.

Only the flute player Ding Ping, sitting high and gazing into the distance, never stopped playing his flute, thus dispelling the cool mountain breeze.

As a flute player, he can do many things with the flute; with the flute around, the cold air from outside cannot enter his body.

But when he glanced at Yuan Hua, who was sitting just a few feet away from him, he discovered that Yuan Hua had not used any spiritual power and was still able to remain calm and composed in the mountains, which were several times colder than during the day.

It was already late at night, and the rogue cultivators, who knew how terrifying evil spirits were at night, mostly stayed in their spirit houses and tents, unwilling to show their faces, lest they encounter anything unclean.

As the long night stretched on, Ding Ping, who was all alone, found Yuan Hua, whose face was covered in dark spots, to be somewhat endearing.

However, this person's origins are unclear, and he is unable to communicate normally with others.

Ding Ping simply bowed to him and continued playing his flute.

"Why is the mountain night wind getting colder and colder!"

Ding Ping, whose lips were sore from blowing so much, cursed inwardly. The flute music he was playing was called "Fire Dragon," a spiritual melody that could dispel cold and warm the body.

If it weren't for the unpleasant experience I had last time, when I took on a physical cultivator's job at the front-line camp and helped him warm up, only to be locked in a room by him, I would have had a different experience.

As a result, he dared not go out to take orders anymore. Otherwise, with just this Fire Dragon, he could have taken orders at the front-line camp to help the rogue cultivators keep warm.

At least it will make them more comfortable in the tent.

But now, even after blowing the fire dragon several times, his body is getting colder and colder.

Suddenly, he turned around abruptly.

Yuan Hua's face, marked with dark spots, was only a foot away from him. His dead fish-like eyes were fixed on him. Recalling unpleasant memories from the past, he retreated repeatedly.

However, his body seemed frozen solid. With each step back, a chill spread from the soles of his feet until his entire body was frozen, and he still couldn't utter the cry for help that was stuck in his throat.

The flute music stopped!

(End of this chapter)