AWB Chapter 123 There aren't many cultivators who dare to ride alone now.
Chapter 123 There aren't many cultivators who dare to ride alone now.
The evil cultivators all nodded in agreement.
Zhong Lingxin also believes this analysis makes sense.
Zhong Lingxin followed this large group of evil cultivators for five days, and when she didn't see any more evil cultivators following behind, she started to have other ideas.
What a great catch! We have no allies in front and no reinforcements behind. We have to take them down no matter what.
Taking them down also relieved some pressure on our righteous sects.
Zhong Lingxin quietly circled around to the front of the evil cultivators and, based on the scene she heard, conjured up a dilapidated and desolate ancient city.
The ancient city is vast; even with the farthest gaze and the probing of one's divine sense, one cannot reach its edge.
The ancient city is very old, and a desolate yet majestic atmosphere washes over you.
The ancient city was dilapidated, with crumbling walls and broken gates.
The ancient city was just as the evil cultivators had imagined. Outside the dilapidated city gate, several evil cultivators, laughing wildly, flew in from afar, brandishing their sect's nameplates at the city gate, and swaggering into the city amidst the obsequious shouts of the guards.
When the group of evil cultivators saw the ancient city, they were overjoyed and rushed towards the city gate with cheers.
A group of evil cultivators guarding the city asked them to state the names of their sects, checked their numbers, and told them the locations of their respective sects.
Then, with a wave of his hand, he let them pass. The evil cultivators had no suspicion whatsoever and cheered as they rushed into the ancient city.
In the ancient city, all that can be seen are broken walls and ruins, as well as various signs of recent demolition.
The evil cultivators panicked. They had come to seize resources, but these dilapidated houses had already been demolished by others. What else could they possibly steal?
No, they need to go further in.
The heretical cultivators walked and walked for a long time, but they didn't encounter a single person.
One of the heretical cultivators hesitated and said, "Strange, why is nobody here?"
No one answered him.
He looked back and saw that there was no one around him.
He was a little flustered; he remembered that he had clearly left with the large group of heretical cultivators.
Where are his companions?
While he was wondering, his companions were also wondering.
They were all all alone.
Zhong Lingxin separated them and killed them one by one.
The first to be killed were dozens of Foundation Establishment stage cultivators, followed by Huanhuan and Lele working together to quickly kill the Golden Core stage cultivators.
Finally, Zhong Lingxin played the Phoenix Zither, and Huanhuan and Lele cooperated once again to kill all the evil cultivators in the Nascent Soul stage.
The entire process was smooth and seamless, without the slightest mistake.
Huanhuan stored a large number of magical treasures and storage equipment into the Nine-Story Pagoda, while Lele was busy setting fire to burn the evil cultivators to ashes. Their cooperation was extremely tacit.
Although Zhong Chun had only recently woken up and was only at the Qi Refining stage, his eyesight was still sharp. He praised, "Xin Xin, your control over the formation is getting better and better. You're doing a better and better job with all the subtle details."
Zhong Lingxin smiled. How could it not be good? Ever since she entered the ancient battlefield, she had used formations to kill enemies several times, all of whom were evil cultivators and remnant souls of higher levels than herself. It was time for her to master the technique.
After traveling another half month, we finally saw the real Flying Dragon City.
She didn't dare to go directly over there. Instead, she observed invisibly for a day. After seeing the evil cultivator go in, she slipped to a deserted place, flashed into the Nine-Layered Pagoda, took out the nameplate of the evil cultivator she had killed, and began to modify it into a nameplate imbued with her own divine consciousness.
Flying Dragon City is indeed a very large ancient city.
The city wall was extremely high, and in some places it was dilapidated, as if it had been chopped by a huge axe, with deep cuts and slashes.
Above the city gate of the ancient city, a flying dragon is about to rise from the clouds.
Unfortunately, the dragon lost one of its claws, half of its head collapsed, its body broke off, and its tail was also severed.
Even so, Zhong Lingxin still felt the oppressive aura of the flying dragon.
If Dragon City hadn't been ruined, how flamboyant and domineering this dragon would have been!
There are several long tables at the city gate of Flying Dragon City.
Behind each table sat a heretical practitioner.
Zhong Lingxin transformed into a dark-skinned, thin, evil cultivator and swayed as she walked to the city gate.
One of the evil cultivators guarding the city glanced behind Zhong Lingxin and said, "Huh! You're all alone?"
Zhong Lingxin rolled her eyes: "What? Can't you come alone?"
The evil cultivator guarding the city, unable to fathom Zhong Lingxin's intentions, chuckled and said, "Not at all, there aren't many cultivators who dare to ride alone these days. You're quite something, fellow Daoist."
Zhong Lingxin waved her hand dismissively: "There were several a few days ago, but they're all dead."
A rogue cultivator sitting at a long table lazily interrupted the rogue cultivator guarding the city who was about to ask a question, saying impatiently, "Alright, it's not like we don't have individual cultivators; that's their skill. Newcomer, which sect are you from? What's your name? Where's your nameplate?"
Zhong Lingxin took out a nameplate, activated it with her spiritual power, and the nameplate flashed with black light, indicating that it belonged to her. Her eyes swept over several long tables, and finally she came to the table of the Wuyun Sect and said, "Wuyun Sect, Wu Yuanwei."
Upon seeing the nameplate gleaming with black light, the cultivators of the Wuyun Sect did not hesitate. After registering Zhong Lingxin, they told her, "Nephew Wu, go straight after entering the city, and turn left at the third intersection. Our Wuyun Sect's headquarters is located there. Someone will arrange things for you; just follow their instructions."
Zhong Lingxin put away her identity badge and gave a cupped-hand salute, but inwardly she was furious and cursed, "Damn it, I got taken advantage of by a heretical cultivator. You're the junior disciple, your whole family are junior disciples."
It turned out that the evil cultivator was a Golden Core cultivator, while Zhong Lingxin was only at the Foundation Establishment stage. According to the conventions of cultivation, she was called "Junior Nephew."
Zhong Lingxin was seething with anger and wanted to vent it.
As they were walking forward, a group of evil cultivators came running by in the distance, shouting, "Get out of the way! Get out of the way!"
Zhong Lingxin dodged to the side of the road and saw several evil cultivators carrying several injured evil cultivators on their backs, rushing back to heal their wounds.
Not far to Zhong Lingxin's left, two evil cultivators were talking in hushed tones.
"We don't have enough pills, so the injured can only be carried back and healed themselves by circulating their spiritual energy."
"Who can argue with that? Righteous sects have far more pills than we do, and they all take them on the spot."
"There's nothing we can do about it. We don't have as many resources as they do, nor do we have as many alchemists."
"It'll be our turn to fight again in a couple of days. Both sides have reinforced their troops a lot these past few days, and the fighting has become even more intense."
"We have too few pills here. The leaders don't give us any. They keep telling us to go and snatch them ourselves. It's not that easy. The righteous sects have all become slippery. When they come out to fight, they don't bring all their possessions. Even if you kill them, you won't be able to get many pills."
"Exactly, they didn't bring much. If anyone didn't have enough, they would share it and pay back when they got back. They're much better off than us. Sigh, what are the leaders thinking? They actually took more than they could have. Couldn't they have shared a few with us? They make so many of our brothers die every day."
"Stop talking. You don't want to live anymore. You even dare to criticize the bosses. Which of the bosses doesn't want to stay in this ancient battlefield for a few more days? Why would they give you a chance?"