Killing

  The stranger's sleeve shook and several objects flew out, burying themselves in the ground. Afterwards, she grabbed a few Spirit Recovery Pills and stuffed them into her mouth.

  After finishing these two things, several people's figures have appeared in the poisonous fog.

  Purple clothes.

  Mò Tiān Gē immediately gripped the Qingmu sword tightly. Mù Róng Zǐ endured the pain and stood up.

  There were three people, all of whom were cultivators at the tenth level of Qi Refining. The leader was a middle-aged cultivator, accompanied by a young man in his early twenties and an elderly man in his fifties or sixties, representing three generations of old, middle-aged, and young. These three individuals seemed to be not easy to deal with. As the middle-aged cultivator was the leader, he must have been the highest in status or the most formidable. The young man had reached the tenth level of Qi Refining at a young age, so he should also have some skills. As for the elderly man, he didn't need to be mentioned - his rich experience made him the most cunning.

  Exchanging a glance with Murong Zi, both of them let out a bitter smile. Having just gone through a tough battle, they unexpectedly encountered such a combination.

  The three men stopped at a short distance and eyed them cautiously.

  Mo Tian Ge and Murong Zi secretly put on an air of nonchalance, each gripping their flying swords tightly in their hands.

  After a while, the young man couldn't help but ask: "Two senior brothers, what are we waiting for?"

  The old man furrowed his brow and said slowly: "Be cautious."

  They all saw the corpse of the Iron-toothed Crocodile on the ground, and although it was already dead, a huge pressure still lingered, clearly not a first-class demon beast. This made them hesitant. Two people could kill a second-class demon beast, obviously these two were definitely extraordinary, but they also didn't think they were pushovers, just letting it go like this felt unfulfilling. To know that this one corpse of a second-class demon beast could definitely be exchanged for a Foundation Establishment Pill!

  Caution, consideration, and fervor alternated on the faces of the three. They were worried that their opponent was too strong and would be treated as a sacrifice, but they were not willing to give up this great opportunity. The corpse of a second-level demon beast could not only be used to make spiritual instruments but also be made into magical instruments for foundation-building cultivators, which was another huge fortune.

  The young man couldn't help but shout: "Two senior brothers, what are you hesitating about? Are you going to let them off scot-free?"

  The old man said: "These two people are not easy to deal with, don't be impulsive."

  Finally, both of them looked at the middle-aged monk between them.

  The middle-aged master was also hesitant for a moment, to kill or not to kill. He didn't have the confidence to do it, and letting them off would be unbearable. Meanwhile, the two opponents were looking at them with an air of complete indifference, as if they didn't care how they would decide.

  In fact, Mo Tian Ge and Murong Zi were not relaxed at all. Although Murong Zi had taken the Small Return Pill, healing his injuries was not something that could be done in a short period of time. Repeatedly using his internal energy to attack while heavily injured had already caused severe damage to his meridians. Now, he remained calm and composed purely due to his strong willpower. Mo Tian Ge was the same, knowing that their side had just gone through a fierce battle, both of them were exhausted, and there was no way they wouldn't be nervous. However, she was no longer an inexperienced child who hadn't seen the world; following her second uncle on his adventures south and north, and having experienced several battles over the years, she knew that she couldn't show weakness at this moment.

  They were deceived by this appearance, and the middle-aged cultivator struggled for a long time before saying, "Let's go somewhere else to take a look."

  The three of them turned around and walked away. Mo Tian Ge and Mu Rong Zi secretly let out a sigh of relief, as they really didn't have the confidence to fight them.

  "Who would have thought that the three of them suddenly stopped again, and the middle-aged cultivator sneered: 'Almost got fooled by them, killing second-level demon beasts, they won't even be injured. How much spiritual energy is left?!'"

  As soon as he finished speaking, the three of them turned around and immediately split into three directions to surround.

  Mo Tian Ge immediately slapped a defensive talisman on his body, and Qingmu Sword was released. Murong Zi's reaction wasn't slow either; although he had lost the talismans, he still had his spiritual artifact - that flying sword infused with iron essence flew out at incredible speed in an instant.

  The two of them took the initiative to attack, and in an instant they caught their opponent off guard. The young man looked at the two flying swords that were flying towards him, and for a moment he was somewhat flustered. These two swords were so fast, obviously not ordinary goods, he could only hastily dodge.

  The stranger quietly shifted his position, throwing out a handful of pyracantha seeds, temporarily trapping the young man.

  Just as he was about to speak to Murong Zi, they first dealt with the old man together. However, a muffled hum was heard, and upon turning his head, he saw that Murong Zi was covering his chest, spitting out a mouthful of blood. The flying sword he controlled also shook unsteadily in mid-air before falling.

  "Moyun Shixiong!"

  The three of them were overjoyed, the young man was trapped and couldn't escape for the time being. The middle-aged cultivator and the old man exchanged a glance, and both made their move at the same time. The middle-aged cultivator took out the most common spiritual artifact in the cultivation world - the flying sword, while the old man threw out a mirror.

  Mo Tian Ge hastily recalled the Qingmu sword, but only managed to block the mirror. The flying sword came swiftly, and Mu Rong Zi barely dodged it, the sword grazing his shoulder and drawing a string of blood flowers.

  The middle-aged cultivator wouldn't let go of this opportunity and quickly flew over, taking the flying sword and stabbing it towards Mu Rong Zi.

  The stranger tried to grab the old man's hand, but his mirror was too powerful. After being blocked once, it flew back into the old man's hands and immediately flipped over, shining a golden light towards her. Although she had a defensive cloak on her body, she didn't dare to block it head-on and could only retrieve the Qingmu sword to resist the golden light.

  Just then, Murong Zi had been approached by the middle-aged cultivator, and seeing that he was completely powerless to fight back, the middle-aged cultivator's face revealed a ferocious smile, his hand flying sword stabbing forward.

  "With a 'pu' sound, Murong Zi's body was deeply pierced by the flying sword, and blood flowed out along the blade with a 'gurgling' sound. At the same time, the middle-aged cultivator also let out a loud 'ah' cry, releasing his grip on the sword to clutch at his own abdomen."

  All he saw was a flying sword stuck in his back, piercing through his abdomen, which was exactly the sharp flying sword mixed with iron essence owned by Murong Di.

  Mo Tian Ge's face changed greatly. But then he heard the other person shout: "Zhang Shixiong!"

  Murong Zi and the middle-aged cultivator perished together. Neither of them showed anger, but rather shock. In an instant, one was trapped and the other was killed.

  The old man made a decisive move, put away the mirror in his hand and immediately fled to a distant place. Maybe he could live until now because of his cowardice.

  Mo Tian Ge didn't chase after him, instead he swung his flying sword and instantly killed the middle-aged cultivator, then turned towards the remaining young man.

  The young man fled as soon as he saw the old man. His face suddenly turned very ugly, and with a swing of his large knife, he cut off the thorny branches and rushed towards Moke Tian Ge.

  Moy Tian Ge had never encountered an opponent like a secular martial artist who used a spiritual instrument to chop, and for a moment, she was somewhat slow to react. Fortunately, she had defensive charms on her body, and while using the Qingmu sword to block, she retreated. Wanting to counterattack, but her spiritual energy was already scarce, she could only slowly retreat.

  The other party saw that she didn't dare to accept the offer, with a triumphant look on her face, step by step approaching.

  Mo Tian Ge suddenly flashed a smile, and a banner appeared in his hand. With a light wave, the youth around him was instantly surrounded by a "pa" sound, and the hidden banner array stood up at once.

  The young man was shocked and lost his color, but he had already been stunned by the scene in front of him. The rolling yellow sand came over, as if it were a desert from the far west, with nothing else in sight.

  This was the array she had hastily set up just now, originally uncertain if it could be used, fortunately this young man was an impulsive person, step by step being led into the array by her. Now that he has entered her array, naturally he is at her mercy.

  The array flag was waved again, the scene changed, and the five-line spells came pouring in on the young man. The young man swung his sword to block, but found that these spells would disappear as soon as they touched, and were actually illusions, making him curse loudly.

  Mo Tian Ge swallowed another Bu Ling Dan and grabbed a handful of talismans, wielding the Qing Mu sword as he charged into the formation alongside the young man.

  The young man thought it was another illusion and didn't dodge, instantly getting beaten to a pulp, dead beyond dead.

  Mo Tian Ge let out a sigh of relief, sheathed his Qingmu sword and thought of Murong Zi, then hurriedly ran back.

  "Mu Rong, brother!" He lifted Mu Rong Zi up from the ground once again. Mo Tian Ge discovered that his breathing was already very weak. He had been seriously injured to begin with, and after encountering Tie Chi Kuang, they had a narrow escape after killing him. After meeting these three enemies, his abdomen was pierced through, and he was relying on his last breath to kill the middle-aged cultivator before finally collapsing. At this point, his spiritual energy was depleted, his meridians were damaged, and his dantian was pierced, making it impossible for him to be saved.

  Murong Zi slowly opened his eyes and struggled to speak: "Ye... Shidi."

  Mo Tian Ge nodded: "I'm here."

  Murong Zhetu spat out a mouthful of blood, and Mo Tian Ge hastily supported him, pressing his palm against Murong's body to channel spiritual energy into him.

  This made Murong Zi feel a bit better, he slightly revealed a smile and said softly: "I know... I... can't do it anymore. Please... help me out."

  Moyuan hastily nodded: "Please speak, Master Muyong."

  Murong Zijian pulled out the Qiankun bag with great difficulty, took a deep breath: "Our family... has the most... hope in Xiaoyan. Please... send the demon beast I killed and the flying sword to her." He closed his eyes again and said, "As for the rest, let's just leave it as a memorial to my fellow disciple." As he spoke, blood continued to gush out of his mouth, and he grasped tightly onto Mo Tian Ge's sleeve.

  After hearing these last words, Mo Tian Ge secretly sighed: "Senior brother, please rest assured, I will bring the things back."

  Murong Zi's smile faded, his eyes filled with regret and sorrow. He finally relaxed his grip, tilted his head, and lost his breath.

  Moyuan Ge was stunned for a while before regaining his senses. Although he had no close relationship with Murong Zi, he still felt a pang of sadness. This was the omnipresent death in the world of cultivation. Not long ago, Murong Shixiong, despite being severely injured, was still full of confidence and vitality, but in the blink of an eye, he became a corpse.

  She wiped her face, wiping away the sadness, got up and cleaned up the scene. Anyway, she still had to live on, build a foundation, form a pill, give birth to an infant, and live a happy life.

  First, remove the Qiankun bags and weapons from the three corpses, then burn the corpses with a fire. Only the ashes of Murong Zi were specially packed in a jade box.

  He then cleaned up the bloodstains on his body and sorted out the contents of the three Qiankun bags.

  She had used up a lot of her own pellets and talismans, fortunately the two Purple Mist Sect disciples still had some on them. All three of them had the bodies of demonic beasts on them, but the other two only had three to five, while Mu Rong Zi had over ten. After thinking for a moment, she took out a Qian Kun bag and put all the demonic beasts they had hunted into it, then put the several spiritual artifacts from Mu Rong Zi's body into it as well. Anyway, she had gone through thick and thin with Mu Rong Zi once, and also had an old relationship with Mu Rong Yan, so these few spiritual artifacts she hadn't used, might as well be returned to Mu Rong Yan - if Mu Rong Yan was still alive.

  Then, she went to deal with the corpse of the Iron-toothed Crocodile. The corpse of the Iron-toothed Crocodile was actually a good material for refining equipment, and it was very valuable. When cleaning up, she found the flying needles left by Murong Di. These flying needles were crystal clear and shapeless, and they were good things for a sneak attack. She then put all of these into her own Qiankun bag.

  Wait until everything is settled, and the spiritual energy is restored in the array. Mo Tian Ge still decided to leave the Poison Spring. That old man from the Purple Mist Sect escaped, who knows if someone else will come or not, it's better to find another place to hide.

  Looking back at the poisonous spring, Mo Tian Ge couldn't help but let out a sigh. The person who was laughing and chatting with him not long ago had now turned into a pile of ashes.

  After falling off the strong push list, I also need to lower my expectations. Today my mind isn't too clear, and I keep feeling like this chapter is missing something. Next, I'll have to kill off many people again. Thanks to Shangxia 5000 Nian, Book Friend 1004***, and Hidden Mist for the rewards. Please everyone vote in the author's survey and express your opinions on how long the fight scenes should be.