Mysterious mirror hanging high

"Whoosh-"

Before the sound of the white feather arrow reached the ears of the Jindan cultivator, the tip of the arrow had already reached in front of him. The arrow came with such force that it had already broken the sound barrier!

"I will die!"

The monk subconsciously protected his life-saving iron mace in front of him, but the sharp tip of the arrow scratched his face and it hurt. He still felt a huge fear of life and death coming at him, making him, a very powerful and majestic great immortal outside the secret realm, feel dry in the mouth and dizzy.

A blood-colored talisman suddenly flashed in front of the cultivator and stuck to his back. The next moment, a white feather arrow pierced through the body of the cultivator wielding the mace. A blood mist exploded. The male cultivator of the Blood Talisman Sect groaned and spat out a mouthful of blood, but the frightened cultivator wielding the mace appeared in another place intact.

"[Substitute Blood Scroll]... Hehe." Qi Baisheng smiled uninterestedly, "I'd like to see how many more times you can use it."

The two cultivators of the Blood Talisman Sect had ugly expressions. Qi Baisheng's words showed his skill and that he was well aware of the inheritance of their Blood Talisman Sect. His words also hit the nail on the head. This [Substitute Blood Talisman] had the advantage of replacing the dead with essence and blood, but it could not be used too often. But now, the four of them were besieging Qi Baisheng alone, and they were still so nervous. If they accidentally lost one of them, defeat would be inevitable, and they would inevitably be crushed by this golden and purple genius.

In order to avoid being defeated one by one, the male cultivator of the Blood Talisman Sect had to use up his precious talismans and magical powers to protect the two wandering cultivators.

"Qi Baisheng's bow and arrow are powerful, but he is weak at close range. If there are any Taoist friends who practice physical cultivation, you might as well try to get closer." The male cultivator of the Blood Talisman Dao said solemnly.

"Fuck you!" The sword-wielding cultivator cursed inwardly, "How could such a genius have any weaknesses? That arrow is so swift, it's hard to dodge from a distance. If he gets close, even a god wouldn't be able to save him..."

Jing Yu, who was hiding nearby, knew the Blood Talisman Daoist cultivator had hit the nail on the head: "The archery technique Qi Baisheng uses is also achieved by condensing magic into a bow and arrow. This shows he's probably not a dual practitioner of magic and body. He does have some chance in close combat, but it's much better than being a target from a distance!"

But theory and practice are two different things after all. Not to mention that the chariot under Qi Baisheng was enough to keep a distance, even if either of the two wandering cultivators got close to Qi Baisheng, they would probably be defeated quickly.

The four of them surrounded Qi Baisheng who was driving the chariot. The main force was still the two Jindan from the Blood Talisman Sect. The other two Jindan cultivators only used some small external harassment tactics. Even so, they were still fighting with fear, keeping an eye on Qi Baisheng's hands all the time, fearing that he would suddenly shoot another arrow.

The five of them fought in a group, the lights of magic, magical powers, and treasures shining against each other, a colorful scene. The two Jindan cultivators became more and more anxious as the fight went on, and they even felt a sense of regret and melancholy in their hearts. They lamented together:

"You really underestimated the heroes of the world!"

In a corner where no one cares, the bronze statue of Arhat in the Buddhist shrine is standing firmly on the Buddhist platform. As long as no one actively attacks it, the bronze statue will gradually return to silence and continue to be quiet, guarding the Buddhist shrine.

But the next moment, the bronze statue of Arhat, which had been silent, suddenly had its eyes flickering and emitting light. Before it could react, a bright light of Dharma shot out from the ground and locked the bronze statue in place.

At the same time, a small drop of water hit the chest of the bronze statue firmly, making a bowl-sized dent in this body made of copper and iron!

boom!

The loud noise startled the five people who were fighting fiercely. They all stopped what they were doing and looked over.

However, the recoil of the water droplet's impact almost shattered the body of the bronze statue. The statue could not hold on to the treasure stick in its hand for a moment and it dropped it.

pat-

A strong hand with a jade-like luster caught the stick steadily and put it into the storage bag.

Qi Baisheng was good at archery and had the best eyesight among all the cultivators. He saw at a glance that the cultivator who took advantage of the opportunity to steal the treasure was a sneaky man wearing a gray robe and a mask. Now that he had succeeded, he was about to spread his wings and use the escape technique to escape!

"Don't leave, little thief!"

Qi Baisheng was furious. These days, as long as the Nascent Soul hadn't emerged, he, Qi, would have the pleasure of dominating Zhongzhou. Normally, he would rob others, but today, he allowed a petty thief to reap the benefits and take advantage of his loophole!

Seeing this, he didn't waste any words and once again condensed the platinum bow, put on the white feather arrow, aimed at the back of the treasure thief and shot an arrow!

whoosh-

The sharp metal arrow tip carried a chilling chill and quickly caught up with the figure of the gray-robed and masked monk.

Just when everyone thought that the monk would be seriously injured by this arrow, they saw the gray-robed monk count with his fingers, suddenly turned around, and also condensed a longbow, put a small emerald green arrow on it, pulled the bow to a full moon, aimed at the incoming white feather arrow, and also shot an arrow!

chi chi-

The tips of the two arrows collided with each other accurately, but strangely, no loud noise was made. Instead, the two arrows melted into each other and gradually disappeared into thin air.

Qi Baisheng's expression froze, and he asked in surprise, "A magic arrow?"

This little thief is also proficient in magic archery?

The Golden Purple Pride of Songfeng Pavilion was filled with doubt and astonishment, secretly thinking, "I injected a trace of Heavenly Dao Purple Qi into that arrow. Combined with the power of the Purple Qi Golden Pill, it should have been invincible. How could it be wasted like this?"

"But even if the opponent is a Nascent Soul cultivator, and his Nascent Soul magic power has undergone a qualitative change, the magic power should clash and scatter my magic arrows, creating a magnificent scene. How could he just disappear silently into the invisible?"

"Who is this little thief?"

At this moment, Qi Baisheng's curiosity far outweighed his anger at being taken advantage of. He stared at the figure in front of him with great interest and drove his chariot to chase after him: "Where are you running to, little thief!"

"Brother!"

The female cultivator from the Blood Talisman Sect called out, her expression anxious, "Do you want to chase after me?"

"What are you chasing after?"

The Blood Talisman Daoist cultivator's expression darkened. "That treasure thief's technique is surprisingly comparable to Qi Baisheng's, and he's hiding his tracks. I'm afraid he's a late-stage Golden Purple Heavenly Prodigy from some other sect..."

"If the two of them join forces, the four of us will just be dead. After all, this is still a secret realm. The other party may not care about the rules of justice, and they will not show mercy when they kill us!"

"I just don't know which one it is?"

"The three pavilions in Zhongzhou are of the same origin. Moreover, Chu Jingsheng of the Sword Pavilion is a pure sword cultivator and would certainly not bother to hide his identity. The technique just now doesn't seem to be the same as the musical method of Yan Guiluan of the Xuanyin Pavilion..."

"Could it be the key to [Juntian Temple] or [Liangyi Temple]?"

The male cultivator of the Blood Talisman Dao shook his head, unable to guess the man's identity. He turned to look at the bronze statue of the Arhat who had lost his treasured staff and gritted his teeth.

"Let's look through this shrine again. Who knows, there might be some treasures we've missed!"