Immortal Cultivation and Life-Saving Guide

Chapter 272 Blowing Sand Reappears
Wei Xi won the bet, and those shadows pounced on Huiyang. Huiyang dared not move, allowing those shadows formed by the yin energy to search him.

As expected, Wei Xi thought: These phantoms are completely out of Huiyang's control. This cunning little bastard is actually using his power to deceive others. I didn't understand what was going on just now, and because I kept moving, I was locked into the phantom's position.

Looking back now, Huiyang, who had just been acting like an immortal, was now lying on the ground, not daring to breathe. His disguise was perfect, pretending to be young in a pair of open-crotch pants, with his white buttocks sticking out, adding a bit of comical touch.

Although he didn't know that this was Tumi's bad taste, Wei Xi was delighted when he saw this scene: the offense and defense can be changed, can you just stop moving if you don't want to?

She wants to hang this little bastard up and beat him!

The [Pulling Silk] was a good magical tool. Wei Xi moved his mind and it followed the shortest route, crawling towards Huiyang, who was sunbathing. The latter's eyes were as big as copper bells, but there was a shadowy figure above him, watching eagerly, and Wei Xi was waiting for an opportunity to strike. He could only watch.

Although Huiyang's mental state was worrying, he was an arrogant Jindan cultivator and naturally looked down on the magical tools of a Foundation Establishment cultivator: "What good could a little girl at the Foundation Establishment stage have in her hands, when the world of immortal cultivation is as teeming with people as the sea?" It must be because of his injury that he had shrunk in size, and his brain was also not working well, that he was knocked to the ground by her fire puppet.

Therefore, when the slow-moving "pulling thread" tied her ankle, the Immortal Master Huiyang, who roamed the Western Regions, was full of confidence. He thought that when the Yin Ling returned, he would make her and the thread into a pie, and let this ignorant girl taste his power!
As he thought about it, Huiyang, who had a three-head body, suddenly felt dizzy. It's okay! It's okay! It must be because my head is too big after I shrunk... No, why am I being hung up!?

Apart from anything else, [Pulling Thread]'s tenacity has been proven time and again. Even the raging waves of the Huan River could save Wei Xi's life, and a mere child, [Pulling Thread] could easily manipulate it, hanging him upside down according to the host's instructions.

Fearing that these phantoms could not see Huiyang, Wei Xi ordered [Pulling Silk] to pull Huiyang and wave him in the air.

"Tumi!" Huiyang was terrified and stopped pretending to be profound and started to call for help, "Where the hell have you been?"

Seeing those shadows coming over, Huiyang released a hint of light green spiritual power from his hand, trying to cut the red rope around his ankle.

[Qiansi]: Look down on me?

Huiyang soon discovered that the strange red thread could neither be torn nor cut. After a couple of attempts, unable to bear the thought of sacrificing his own feet, he channeled his spiritual energy into hundreds of blades, and, in the spirit of "a friend's death is better than my own," he smashed them towards Wei Xi, who was controlling the situation.

"Tumi, you crazy woman! Why don't you come and save me!"

Wei Xi secretly wrote down the two words "Tu Mi" and planned to let Li Chun investigate the two names "Hui Yang" and "Tu Mi".

"You are so impatient. I can't even wash and dress myself..."

Wearing a rotten skin, Tumi carried the flame knife and entered the granary. When she saw the chaotic scene in the granary, her gentle voice suddenly stopped. Under the gaze of the two people, Tumi left the granary and closed the door.

Wei Xi: ...

Huiyang, possessed by the maggot spirit, was horrified. "Tumi! You cowardly bastard! Why don't you come and save me quickly?"

"Master Huiyang, it's not that I'm unwilling to help, but there are so many evil spirits, and my abilities are not enough to fill their gaps."

Tumi spoke as she engaged the pursuing Qin Feng. The demon was covered in wounds of varying sizes, and it was a difficult task for Qin Feng, who grew more courageous with each fight and whose spiritual power surged, to fend him off. How could he care less about You Lanjing's life or death?

Besides, Tumi used her left leg to resist the thunderous pressure of Gao Han, and thought darkly: You Lanjing usually pretends to be aloof and absorbed in research, but he is a person who looks down on others. In this life-or-death situation today, it is not a bad thing for this old man who is used to acting to die here.

He could even pick up the skin of a Jindan cultivator for free, killing two birds with one stone.

"It's not that I don't want to help," Tumi's voice reached Wei Xi's ears. She looked at the information receiver's collapse with glee. "The thing inside is too powerful! If you persist, you will die eventually!" Immortal Master Huiyang gritted his teeth and mobilized all his strength to break free from the control of [Pulling Silk], but it was of no use.

Wei Xi was not willing to let him go, so he controlled the [Pulling Silk] to give the Immortal Master Huiyang the same wriggling motion as the maggot, and all he did was tie a bow around it and give it away as a gift.

"Tu Mi! You crazy woman!" Huiyang roared out this sentence with almost all his strength. At this time, the fangs of the two phantoms were approaching his eyes.

"Fu!" A male voice came from outside, interrupting the sad Master Huiyang. His face showed ecstasy, and a joy that was almost like coming back from the dead cleared the depression in his heart.

After hearing this spell, the shadow in the granary reluctantly entered a flag that appeared out of thin air in the sky.

Wei Xi narrowed his eyes: The material of this thing looks familiar, isn't it the same white cloth used in Tangkou Town and Bingzhou City?
The flag absorbed these shadows condensed by the Yin energy in the blink of an eye. In an instant, the warehouse, which had once resembled a hell on earth, returned to its normal appearance.

The soul flag was grabbed by a hand. The person who came was quite handsome, but his expression was a little sinister and he didn't look like a good person.

"Greetings to the Sect Master!" "Subordinates greet the Sect Master!"

Tumi, who was vaguely in human form, and Huiyang, who had survived the disaster, bowed respectfully to the visitor.

Wei Xi was fighting with Qin Feng, who had come here to hunt down Tu Mi.

"My fellow Daoist," the man said, moving his hand slightly as he gathered up the Soul Banner and folded it neatly, "My subordinates were clumsy and didn't explain the way of life and death thoroughly, leaving you exhausted and exhausted."

"It's my fault for saying this. You can only know the truth by experiencing it yourself." The man's tone was quite regretful, as if he really felt unfair for Wei Xi.

"If I had known you were so foolish, I would have thrown you into the fire and burned you to ashes!"

Qin Feng was about to start a fight, but Wei Xi stopped her and said, looking up, "I see the fire has burned cleanly. All the secrets of your conspiracy have been burned away, revealing your shameful deeds!"

"Fellow Daoist, you're quite good at talking, despite your young age," the man sighed softly, and the Soul Banner disappeared with a flip of his hand. "Never mind, what I owe must be repaid."

Wei and Qin treated it as a formidable enemy and mobilized their spiritual power to create a layer of protective shield.

A vague shadow appeared beside the man, and then a tremendous amount of spiritual power poured out, pressing Wei Qin and the others to the point of suffocation.

A gust of wind suddenly blew up from the ground, and dust and gravel danced a murderous dance in the air.

Wei Xi finally witnessed the invisible killing power of blowing sand.

The next moment, the man gathered his spiritual power in his hands and cut off Huiyang's bound legs with one palm. The spurting blood mixed with Huiyang's screams accompanied the storm.

"My fellow Daoist," the man said, using his spiritual power to gather up his two severely injured men. Then, with a flick of his body, he disappeared into the night, leaving behind a few words that were crystal clear: "The wind blows, and the yellow sand is everywhere. I'll make a handful of soil for my grave."

(End of this chapter)