Ninth-level fairy

Chapter 194: Taoist Dust's Soul-Calling Bell

Du Fang was just about to ask why these cultivators chose to walk instead of riding swords when the silver-armored general leading the group suddenly turned his horse and galloped towards them.

The horse kicked up dust and stopped in front of the two men, shouting, "What are you two doing sneaking around and following the convoy?" Du Fang was about to explode when Yu Qinghan held his hand and whispered,

"Don't move, follow my instructions!"

The general waved his hand and stopped the entire convoy, and six imperial guards surrounded them.

Yu Qinghan took out his badge and handed it over, his voice a little humble:

"General, we are second-level monks going to the Iron Fan Gate Promotion Fortress in the north to train. We happen to be going the same way as you, and we don't mean to follow you!"

The general sneered, "You've been following us since we left the city. Are you this female bandit leader's accomplices?"

"General, you misunderstood. We are only second-level cultivators, far inferior to a seventh-level master like you. You can crush us to death with just one finger..."

This flattery was a perfect way to flatter the general. He opened his mouth and laughed, "Since we are going the same way, let's go together. I just need two slaves to help you sleep and bathe along the way."

As he spoke, he swung the long whip in his hand.

It hit the ground with a 'bang', splashing dust.

Yu Qinghan quickly jumped sideways and bowed: "At your command, General!"

Seeing Du Fang still standing in front of him, he pulled him hard.

Du Fang bowed reluctantly. His original intention was to rescue Bai Zhi. He didn't quite understand why Yu Qinghan, a sixth-level cultivator of the Iron Fan Sect, was so respectful to these Yulin Guards.

Why make things so complicated when force can solve the problem?

The convoy started moving again. Outside Quzhou City was a vast and misty lake, half surrounded by mountains and half facing the water. At this time, the flowers had withered and willow catkins were flying.

Crows cooed as they flew over the water.

The group walked along the official road for a long time.

Du Fang and the other man followed behind the horse, eating up dust along the way.

But since Yu Qinghan was following him, Du Fang had no choice but to follow. The Taoist monk in plain clothes who had been silent the whole time stared at them coldly with two hawk-like eyes, then turned around and said:

"General Zuo, why did you recruit two idlers for no reason? Are you dissatisfied with the lack of trouble along the way?"

General Zuo lamented:

"Actually, I've been wanting to do that too. Now, a demonic cultivator called Xianling has appeared in the south and massacred two cities, causing panic among the people. The leaders of the royal family are gathering people overnight to discuss countermeasures. The spirit and ghost tribes in the north are also making moves, trying to summon some pillars in the city..."

He suddenly lowered his body and spoke in a very soft voice:

"When the Pavilion Master came out, he told me that the road to Lancang Mountain is not safe. There are powerful demons blocking the way and eating people. If we bring two more people, if we are defeated in a fight, we can throw them out and use them as sacrifices. This will save two brothers from dying. Master Chen, what do you think?"

Taoist Chen in a gray robe said calmly, "Whatever..."

General Zuo suddenly turned around and looked at the prisoner car, his expression full of doubt, and asked:

"What do you think the higher-ups mean? They're treating a madwoman who murdered someone so seriously, sending her to Master Xihun of Lancang Mountain. Normally, this would just be the job of an ordinary Yulin Guard, but this time it's so urgent that they've specifically asked me to lead the team and even asked you to come out of your house to escort her."

Taoist Chen pondered for a moment without answering. He was a spiritual cultivator who had reached the seventh level and had more important responsibilities on his shoulders.

To the north of Quzhou City, no one knew what the demon tribe had done, but several flying dragons suddenly appeared in Beichui, which had always been peaceful.

Over the past month, nearly a hundred monks and Yulin Guards were ambushed and killed on their way to the northern promotion fortress, and that airspace has become a no-fly zone.

The leader of Tianyahaige speculated that this was related to the evil cultivators who had recently infiltrated the city.

This woman is not only related to the dragons of the Tianlong clan, but also to the chaos of immortals in Nancangzhou. He did not know that Bai Zhi was the Lord of Longyuanhuang, and no one told her.

Just let them take the main road to Lancang Mountain and let the ecstatic old man search the woman's memory.

Taoist Chen reached into his arms, where was an eighth-rank magic weapon specially bestowed upon him by the Pavilion Master to ensure his safety on the journey.

Watching the convoy heading north, Yu Qinghan deliberately hid behind and communicated with Du Fang using his spiritual thoughts:

"General Zuo is a member of the military strategist, with a cultivation level of the seventh realm. Taoist Chen is even more terrifying, having almost reached the eighth realm. Moreover, he brought the Tianyahaige's soul-summoning bell with him this time. The others are all powerful warriors of the fifth or sixth realm. We must be careful..."

Yu Qinghan didn't know that Du Fang had already reached the peak of the Eight Realms and possessed immortal power. He thought that he was being bullied just like the little Taoist nun he met at the edge of Xingluo City.

"Why don't these people fly? Instead, they just walk slowly along the road?"

He finally asked the question in his heart. Yu Qinghan raised his head, pointed to the north, and said softly: "Did you see it?"

"what is that?"

"That's miasma, the poisonous gas emitted by the ghost spirits. If you dare to fly with a sword, your flesh and blood will rot if you get touched. Even a Daluo Jinxian can't save you. A month ago, when I came out, it was still sunny there. I don't know what happened in the past month to make it look like this now."

Du Fang smiled bitterly in his heart. He knew that these were the three tribes of spirits, ghosts and monsters from Jinghai. In order to cover up the search for bone jade in the city, they deliberately attracted the attention of the strong men from Quzhou City.

So as to summon out the Pillar of Creation.

Yu Qinghan glanced at the sleeping Bai Zhi and whispered:

"What connection does this Lord Baihuang have with you? Why did you take such a big risk to rescue him?"

Du Fang also looked at him: "Why are you guys from Iron Fan Gate also staring at him?"

"We want to find Longxiong!"

"what?"

"The Tianlong clan killed three of our Iron Fan Sect's Eighth Realm elders. This hatred is deeply engraved in the bones of every generation of Iron Fan Sect disciples. However, the Tianlong clan is too mysterious and has always been elusive. This appearance is truly a godsend!"

Du Fang said leisurely:

"That Longxiong is a figure who has almost reached the Ninth Realm. Are you sure you can kill him?"

"He's crazy!" Yu Qinghan nodded.

Du Fang was stunned: "He's crazy, and he actually killed so many people? Impossible?"

"He's so powerful, and so terrifying, especially that black sword in his hand. I seem to have seen it somewhere..."

Du Fang thought to himself, of course you have seen it. I have been carrying this sword in front of you for so long, how could you not be familiar with it?

But the words were not spoken, and the question was, "If he is crazy, you can kill him?"

"We have a chance!" Yu Qinghan's face was filled with determination again. "Besides, this place is not far from the Iron Fan Sect's headquarters and the promotion fortress. My father and two uncles have all reached the eighth level..."

"He, a dragon, may not be able to escape this trap!"

This Tianlong clan has caused a lot of trouble.

Du Fangxin said something.

Yu Qinghan saw that his eyes were fixed on the two bells on Chen Daoren's waist. He explained in a low voice:

"This is the sacred artifact, the Soul-Summoning Bell. Wait for the opportunity to take action!"