Minglong

Chapter 31: Lost Dragon Mother! (Please read or2)

Between the mountains.

The black hawk circled in the sky, its sharp eyes like a death order, locking onto the four figures below.

The mountains and fields are silent; the only sounds you can hear are the rustling of fallen leaves in the autumn wind and the sound of flowing water.

In the dead silence, He Can carefully observed every movement in the mountains.

Lu Ming took off the cloth bag from the puppet's shoulder and slowly approached the corpse pit. The cloth bag contained a highly corrosive drug. As long as it was poured into the corpse pit, it would be enough to dissolve all the corpses and corrode the stone walls.

But unfortunately, before the two of them took a few steps, a sudden fluctuation of breath came from behind the bushes on the west hillside.

He Can and Lu Ming turned around almost at the same time and looked at the withered and yellow bushes with shaking branches and leaves, only to find that thick poisonous fog was seeping out from the surface of the bushes.

The poisonous fog was dark green in color, and branches and vines quickly withered when touched, appearing charred black, and were obviously highly toxic.

As the poisonous fog obscured the bushes, a figure emerged from the fog.

The fog obscured the view, and one could only vaguely see the person coming in. She was wearing a skirt. As soon as she appeared, she spun in place, her dress fluttering and her sleeves dancing. The whole person almost turned into a spinning top in an instant:
Huh, huh~
Almost at the same time, a strong wind blew on the hillside, and the poisonous mist pouring out from the figure's sleeves turned into two dark green poisonous pythons, spreading outward like a whirlwind, instantly covering the body for more than ten feet. From a distance, it looked like a rapidly expanding eye of a typhoon!
"A hundred ghosts spreading plague?!"

He Can was stunned for a moment. He knew that someone had gotten there first. He thought it was a master from Zihui Mountain or a servant from the royal palace, but he never expected to see the top magical powers of the Gu Du Sect!
Although the Gu Du faction within the witch cult is not strong in frontal combat, its group damage capability is unparalleled, and its "Plague of a Hundred Ghosts" is the most powerful of them all.

Lu Ming found the situation unexpected and quickly retreated and shouted loudly:

"Wait a minute, fellow Daoist! We're on the same side!"

He Can also questioned loudly:

"Where does your friend come from?"

But unfortunately, since the poison witch on the hillside chose to take action, there was no way to leave any room for maneuver. After two sentences, the green poisonous fog turned into an overwhelming torrent, flowing down with the wind and pressing down on the entire valley.

Seeing that the other party, a fellow practitioner, had no moral principles at all, Lu Ming immediately pulled out a bone flute from his sleeve:
“Swoosh~~Dudu~…”

Boom——

The moment the sound was heard, sand flew up from both sides of the pool and a loud bang was heard!
Two motionless cloaked figures suddenly leaped with thunderous force without warning. The one on the right crossed his arms mid-flight, gripping the hilt of the sword at his waist.
Choking——

With the sound of being unsheathed, two sharp blades brought out a dazzling silver light, breaking through the poisonous fog and crashing directly into it, forcing the poison master on the hillside.

The puppet on the left drew its three-foot sword and attacked the flank with the force of thunder.

The puppet has no consciousness, and how it attacks is entirely controlled by the wizard. Although the poisonous fog covers the sky and blocks the vision, the poison master's position can still be locked through the blurred figures in the fog.

But what Lu Ming didn't expect was that just as the two puppets rushed into the poisonous fog, a vortex suddenly appeared on the side of the poisonous fog:
Sa——

Amidst the terrifying sound of breaking wind, a black shadow rapidly approached him, like an evil ghost in the smoke!
? !
Lu Ming's expression suddenly changed, and he immediately changed the tone of his flute:
"Dudu-"

Xie Jinhuan took advantage of the poisonous fog to cover himself and silently moved to the lower reaches of the stream. The moment the two puppets attacked, he launched a full-scale surprise attack, trying to kill the wizard behind them.

But the puppet's reaction speed was inhuman. The double-knife puppet that had just rushed towards the hillside turned at a right angle without any pause the moment the flute sound changed, holding two sharp silver blades and slashing to the side!

Sa——

Seeing that he had lost the chance to go around, Xie Jinhuan did not dodge but instead used both feet to charge forward:

Boom!
With the loud bang, a round hole was created in the sandy ground.

The Tiangang mace with the poisonous mist in the animation came close to the double-knife puppet almost instantly. The iron mace passed through the gap between the two knives and pierced the chest accurately.

bang——

In an instant, the chest of the double-blade puppet exploded, revealing a chest and abdomen as black as cowhide, covered with complicated spells.

The heavy mace penetrated his chest, but it was like piercing iron, stone or hard wood. It could not penetrate any further after two inches into the flesh. However, the remaining force knocked out poisonous mist from the double-knife puppet and smashed it directly in front of the hole in the pool.

Boom——

Such a terrifying impact frightened the two wizards.

But the puppet is used to block the knife when necessary. Lu Ming did not hesitate at all and controlled the puppet again to encircle the enemy.

Xie Jinhuan repelled the enemy with one blow, but before he could get a few feet, another puppet, holding a three-foot-long sword, blocked his way. The single sword thrust forward instantly brought up hundreds of sword shadows:
Whispering rustling——

Ding ding ding ding…

Xie Jinhuan intercepted with his mace, and sparks flew in the poisonous fog.

With Xie Jinhuan's martial arts skills, he only needs one move to kill this man.

But puppets are obviously not people.

The sword-wielding puppet did not compete with Xie Jinhuan in terms of tactics and skills, nor did it care about being injured or killed. It just stabbed with its sword at an alarming speed, aiming for the vital points with every strike!
The double-knife puppet was hit in the chest and abdomen by the heavy mace, but was not broken. It bounced up again the moment it fell to the ground, dancing the two knives in its hands wildly, and every attack from the sword hit the opponent, forming a pincer attack with the sword-wielding puppet!

The three weapons collided in mid-air, but in the blink of an eye, Xie Jinhuan left several fatal wounds on the necks and hearts of the two puppets!
But the two puppets continued to attack without even bleeding.

Xie Jinhuan now understood why he couldn't argue with a puppet.

According to common sense, he should avoid the enemy's attack and take a detour.

But Xie Jinhuan was also skeptical. Finding that hitting the fatal points was useless, he immediately drew out the Zhenglun Sword with his left hand, and wielded the double-edged sword, slashing and striking at the joints, tendons of the hands and feet!

ding ding ding...

Lu Ming restrained the warrior who was attacking at close range, while He Can in the back wanted to attack the fog poison master.

But the two men obviously did not expect that the two puppets could not restrain the warrior. In the blink of an eye, the tendons of the sword-wielding puppet were cut, causing the sword to fall to the ground.

He Shen realized that the situation was not good, so he immediately turned the black umbrella in his hand and spun it in the air.

Call ~
As the umbrella handle rotated, black mist spread outward from the edge of the umbrella, and three white ghost faces could be seen above the black umbrella surface.

A spooky ghostly aura rose from the valley, dimming even the autumn light. It was as if an invisible entity was floating between heaven and earth, transforming the valley into a purgatory of howling ghosts.
"what--!!"

But unfortunately, before the three little ghosts could play their role, a sharp electric noise suddenly sounded in the poisonous fog:
Stab la la——

The sound was so sharp, like the singing of hundreds of birds, and even a small piece of dark poisonous fog began to flicker, appearing bluish-white!

The Zhenglun Sword is the magical weapon used to suppress demons in Zihui Mountain, specializing in suppressing evil and exorcising demons!

Xie Jinhuan tried to control the Zhenglun Sword with his own mixed thunder technique, and found that the amplification effect was indeed amazing. He turned several small arcs of electricity into a dense lightning net.

Although it only lasted for a moment, the eerie and spooky aura in the valley disappeared in the blink of an eye, and even the autumn light became warm.

?

He Can controlled the ghost umbrella and found that it had no reaction and turned into a fire stick. There was an indescribable astonishment in his eyes.

As the name suggests, a ghost witch is someone who controls evil ghosts to harm people.

The little ghosts were so scared that they dared not show up, so the wizard naturally became a lone commander. The ghost umbrella in his hand was useless except for keeping out the rain and sun.

This situation would normally not occur. After all, the grade of his umbrella was not low, and there were only a handful of magical instruments in the world that could suppress ghosts with such a suppressing power.

But now he had clearly encountered a situation, and He Can realized that he could not fully exert his strength, so he retreated without hesitation:
"withdraw!"

Lin Wanyi, who was on the hillside, was surprised and puzzled when she found that the sword in Xie Jinhuan's hand was so domineering.

However, she didn't have time to think about it at the moment. With such a magical weapon to suppress evil in her hand, killing these two colleagues was like a piece of cake. She just continued to release the poisonous fog and pressed it towards Lu Ming, who had only the remaining combat power.

Lu Ming was unable to suppress Xie Jinhuan even with the two puppets he controlled. When he discovered that the other party was carrying a high-grade ghost-suppressing magic weapon, he realized that he had no chance of winning this battle.

Seeing the huge poisonous fog pressing down on him and no way to avoid it, Lu Ming could only wave his sleeves and throw several balls at the two people in the fog.

shhhhh--

bang bang...

The ball was like a flying shuttle, crashing into the dark green mist, then exploding in the air and turning into a huge sticky net that covered the sky and left nowhere to hide.

Lin Wanyi is a poison master whose strength lies in secretly poisoning and witchcraft. She has no frontal combat power. When she saw the giant net flying towards her, she immediately dodged and used the pine tree as cover to avoid it.

But she never expected that the giant net would hit the tree trunk and retract under the force, instantly binding her into a caterpillar.

brush~
As a martial artist, Xie Jinhuan had much stronger explosive power. He flew up and used his mace and kicked to knock the two bruised puppets into the giant net. Then he dodged left and right and passed through the gaps in several giant nets.

Seeing the two men fleeing and the distance between them increasing, Xie Jinhuan did not hesitate to fly sideways, adjusting the angle, holding the Tiangang mace high, his muscles bulging, his Qi like a storm tide, and then throwing it with all his strength:
"I'm throwing Lei Laomu——!"

Boom——

Amidst the loud bang, the Tiangang mace carried boundless energy, splitting the swirling poisonous fog into two, just like a god slashing a sword into the valley!
The iron mace flew along the valley, and the stream below immediately exploded, revealing a rocky riverbed, and also brought up the white dragon that broke the sea and flew to the left and right and spread forward!

Lu Ming lowered his head and fled for his life. By the time he realized the boundless sharp force pressing down from behind, the huge waves carrying gravel and flying water had already pressed down on him.

Although this "trump card" was launched from a long distance, its accuracy and power were incredible!
Lu Ming only had time to show a hint of fear in his eyes before he was hit on the back by the Tiangang Mace, which was like a flywheel.

bang——

There was a muffled sound, and a cloud of blood mist exploded between the mountains.

The figure running forward suddenly disappeared without a trace after its body expanded, leaving only two legs that fell a long distance forward, and blood dyed the surrounding area several feet red in the blink of an eye!
The Tiangang Mace's remaining force remained undiminished, like an unparalleled flywheel, continuing to smash towards He Can who was fleeing forward!
He Can caught a glimpse of this horrifying attack from the corner of his eye, and felt a chill in his heart. He spun in the air and unfolded his black umbrella!

bang~
Boom——

The flying heavy mace arrived in an instant, and the ghost umbrella was instantly shattered into pieces!
The figure behind the umbrella was hit on the chest by the heavy mace, and the whole person flew backwards immediately, hit the stream with a scoop, and crashed into the bushes on the hillside!

slam-la-

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(End of this chapter)