Cultivating Immortals: I Can Save the Price Chapter 280

   Chapter 280 Destruction is easier than creation

   With the increasing number of strange upheavals, the entire Qingyan Town also has a corresponding impact.

  The buildings have disappeared, replaced by the caves of various monsters, as if they came to the Lion Camel Mountain in Journey to the West, and there are monsters and monsters everywhere.

Although   Chen Street is in a closed environment, it is still unavoidable.

  When the nearest mountain spider changed dramatically, a demon cultivator climbed into the morning street along the fake wall.

   Now the dense residential area is covered with a thick layer of spider silk, and from time to time you can see half-human, half-spider demon cultivators.

  Chen Street people all hid in cellars and lived on the little food left.

   They don't know what's going on outside, but occasionally they can hear screams, it must be someone who can't bear and walk out of the house.

  The proportion of women in the spider demon repair is extremely high.

   They are not in a hurry to kill their prey, but enjoy the despair of mortals on the spider web, and can't help but let out a melodious laughter like a copper bell.

   Sanmu Alley is not as lively as it used to be. The dilapidated alley is piled with all kinds of corpses and a few dilapidated coffins.

The   rat sneaked out of the crack in the wall, and before it got to the corpse, it was entangled in the cobweb, and soon turned into a chrysalis.

  In the coffin shop, there were shadows moving around, and I could hear uncontrollable scolding.

   At least dozens of people crowded together in the shop, and all of them had cultivation bases above the foundation period, and the atmosphere seemed extremely depressed.

  The old coffin was lying against the wall with a calm face, and a slight snoring came from his mouth and nose.

   The rest of the monks did not dare to offend him. After all, the coffin elder was said to have reached the Nascent Soul stage, and was the most important way to escape from the morning street.

   They all transferred their anger to the boy in the corner, their eyes constantly scrutinizing.

   The juvenile's cultivation level has not yet entered the foundation-building stage, but his courage is far beyond ordinary, and he is slowly grinding a seemingly ordinary piece of iron.

  Du Cun had a rough face, looked around with a vague gaze, then walked quickly to the young man, and said with a low voice, "Han Li, what's the current situation you don't know?"

   "The only way is to escape the morning street together."

   He should have just finished his words, and immediately attracted the response of the other monks.

  Du Cun's expression was slightly amused. If it wasn't for the coffin's sake, he would have abandoned Han Li and found a way to escape on his own.

   He has secretly accumulated fame in the past few days in order to completely isolate Han Li.

  Han Li put down the iron piece in his hand, and said in an unquestionable tone: "Don't hinder me from dealing with the strange, get away."

   "You're really out of your mind."

  Du Cun's face changed greatly, and his clenched fist almost fell down.

  Han Li didn't even bother to pay attention to a few people. On the surface, he continued to polish the iron sheets, but in fact, it was to refine the magic weapon that restricted the weirdness.

   He and the coffin have the ghostly celestial worm method, and the shadowless ghost complements each other. It is really not difficult to leave the morning street.

   But it was originally here to fight people, so he couldn't come back empty-handed.

   When Han Li sharpened the iron piece, he was ready, just waiting for the "broiler" to take the opportunity to arrest and beat more people when he recklessly escaped from the morning street.

  Du Cun narrowed his eyes, his body exuding killing intent: "Han Li, no one can stop you from dying, but don't get in the way of our lives."

  Han Li replied, "You can go if you want, the gate is right there."

  The cultivators were outraged. If it wasn't for the mountain spider demon cultivator, they would have wanted to draw a knife to Han Li immediately.

  Du Cun saw the appearance of the others, and said with an imperceptible smile on the corner of his mouth: "Since this is the case, the Tao is different, and we will leave the store on another day."

   He looked at the old coffin and asked respectfully, "Old coffin, what do you think..."

  The old coffin opened his eyes, shook his head and refused: "My Shouyuan has never thought about living, so you should escape from the morning street by yourself."

  Du Cun's expression showed a hint of gloom. If he hadn't known that Han Li and Coffin were not familiar with each other, he would have thought that the two had secret hands.

  Coffin couldn't help reminding: "You can choose the noon time with a good view during the day, at least it won't touch the spider silk on the ground."

   "We plan to go later, the monk's eyes are already capable of night vision."

  Du Fang chose to refuse without hesitation, and even felt that the coffin was pitting himself, and the hidden vigilance in his heart was beyond words.

   The shop fell into silence again.

  Han Li took out the fishing net and carefully hung the iron piece on it.

   The sky was getting late before you knew it, the morning street was silent, and you could only vaguely hear the demon cultivator crawling on the spider web.

  Du Fang and others were ready, because there was no magic weapon, they were holding simple swords in their hands, and the edges were flickering with cold light.

   They dug a hole in the corner and prepared to climb out of the shop.

  Han Li looked at the youngest cultivator, hesitantly said, "A Jin, you have to think about the road ahead."

   "Brother Han..."

   Before Jin Hui could speak, Du Cun and the others walked towards Han Li with their swords drawn and Zhang's swords raised.

  The old coffin coughed a few times, barely suppressing the anger in Du Cun's heart, who waved his hand and led everyone out of the shop.

  Jin Hui hesitated, but in the end he chose to follow Du Cun.

   After they were far away, the old coffin couldn't help but sighed, "Han Li, why do you need to say more, it almost affects the overall situation."

  Han Li clung to the wooden table, his nails sinking into the table: "I just feel a pity, they all deserve to die, but Ajin..."

   "Not every good man survives."

  Han Li said in a deep voice, "That's why Immortal Venerable wants to open up Immortal Market, provide endless food, and give everyone the same opportunity to cultivate."

   He became more and more excited. This young man, who had been hiding his heart for a long time, still inevitably had a more emotional side.

  The old coffin shook his head.

   He felt that Immortal Venerable's purpose was not pure, but the merits were indeed real.

   In the silence, there was a shrill scream at the entrance of Miki Alley.

  The morning street suddenly boiled, like a hunter approaching the hunting season, eager to besiege the exposed monks.

  Old Coffin took out the jar of peach wine and poured a mouthful of wine to warm his body, then opened the door softly, and walked out of the shop in tacit agreement with Han Li.

  The two have memorized any details in the vicinity, and walked through the residential area with hands and feet.

  Han Li turned his head and glanced at Sanmu Lane. He could smell a faint smell of blood. He didn't know how many monks died a few meters away from the shop.

   His mood was affected, and his right foot accidentally landed on an indiscernible spider silk, causing waves in the surrounding spider webs.

   It seems that a demon correction is coming quickly.

  Han Li calmly used a needle-like magic weapon to stab his forehead, the chill enveloped his whole body, and the demon cultivator realized that it was not a living creature and walked away again.

  The old coffin reminded: "Be careful."

"it is good."

   They came to a relatively open space, and skillfully took out the gong and struck it.

   Before Han Li didn't come to Chen Street, the old coffin had already investigated the taboos of beating more people, and one of them was the sound of the gong in the middle of the night.

   "It's dry, be careful with candles."

   came the odd tone.

   But Weird was obviously weaker, and could hear the malice in his words.

   "Let me deal with him first, Han Li, you are ready to take action at any time."

  Old Coffin snorted coldly, and covered the hair on his head to cover his facial features, revealing the sharp teeth and sharp mouth at the back of his neck.

   Immediately afterwards, he made the sound of bones colliding all over his body, and his hands and feet were forcibly twisted 180 degrees, as if he had changed his personality.

  The beetle covers the skin, and the joints grow sharp bone spurs, which looks very hideous.

Although the    coffin elder's cultivation level has fallen to the Jindan stage, he is still reluctantly waiting for the means of the Yuanying period to be used. This method is the possession of the Yuanying body.

  The fighter appeared within half a meter of the coffin like a teleportation, and the demonic energy turned into essence and shot.

  The old coffin flexibly dodged left and right, and at the same time, he waited for opportunities to find opportunities, leaving a line of damage on the whole body of Da Gengren.

   But weirdness is weirdness after all, and its resilience is far beyond imagination, and it quickly gained the upper hand.

  Han Li grabbed Zhang Yunet, and the breath of the fetus was fully revealed.

   He knew that he had only one chance, and that if he missed it, the coffin would probably die, and cold sweat broke out in his palms.

  The old coffin did not put any pressure on Han Li, and tried his best to maintain the state of Nascent Soul possessed.

  Han Li took a deep breath, and soon found the flaw revealed by the beater. He charged his legs and prepared to throw out the fishing net.

   At this moment, the sound of heavy footsteps came.

  Du Cun embraced the petite Jin Hui, and hurriedly ran into the residential area, followed by a few chasing mountain spider demon Xiu.

   He kept cutting Jinhui's flesh and threw it to the demon cultivator, trying to escape, but he was obviously completely insane.

   "I must not die, why should I die here, why..."

  Jin Hui's face was distorted because of the pain. After seeing the figures of the two old coffins, he couldn't help but said to himself, "Brother Han, save me."

  Han Li lowered his head and held his breath, then threw out the fishing net with precision.

The    fishing net shrouded the watchman, and the treacherous weapon immediately melted into the flesh, and the iron pieces cut through the tough skin.

  The old coffin slapped several palms at the beater, and finally put it into a specific magic weapon.

The    Mountain Spider Demon Xiu also noticed the two of them, roaring from his mouth, and the sound of limbs crawling at the top of the buildings in the morning street.

"gone."

After the    coffin elder finished speaking, he used the shadowless ghost to hide in the shadows, and Han Li followed with biting his lip.

The number of   shan spider demon cultivators is too large, and the spider webs are all over Chen Street.

   Yaoxiu carried Jinhui's broken body and enjoyed the thrill of chasing.

   But they didn't notice that on the moonlit city wall, there was a ghost wolf wearing bone armor.

  Ahh~~~

The    wolf howl seemed to be venting something, and the huge figure jumped down.

  Coffin Lao and the two stopped, looked up at Ren Qing, and did not worry about the more and more mountain spider demon cultivators around them.

   "No light."

  Morning Street turned into darkness, and even the sound disappeared.

   After a while, the light returns.

  The mountain spiders froze in place, only to see all the houses and cellars floating in the air, forcibly held up by ghosts.

   Several dozen meters of different mouths were exposed on the ground, directly swallowing the people in the morning street.

   Ghost Wolf stood in the empty morning street, the dragon snake ridge whipping the air.

   "You are Rabbit Toad Immortal?"

   Ghost Wolf instantly disappeared in place.

   is like a clip from a movie. In the blink of an eye, there are only corpses left on the ground, and the ghosts seem to have never left.

  Ren Qing Chaoqing walked along the town, and the dragon and snake ridge flicked.

   There were many cracks in the city wall, and then the upper part slowly slipped, and the incision was extremely smooth.

   The demon cultivation is not good enough, and the weirdness of those pseudo-yang gods is his opponent in this trip.

   I haven't opened a new book, and that new article preview is the starting point

   (end of this chapter)

Chapter end