Chapter 172: Silk Winding
Although Mu Huaishan was in great danger when he was attacked by Taoist Jin Lan just now, he was protected by Patriarch Yang in the dark, and his companions could support each other.
But at this time, Patriarch Yang was already fighting with Taoist Jin Lan and could not help him at all.
Even his Zifu period companions, those who were close to him were all blocked by the four Zifu monks from Qingxuan Sect, and they were unable to come to the rescue at all.
Although those who are far away are more powerful, they are more than a hundred miles apart. Even the Zifu period monks are extremely fast, and it will take at least a quarter of an hour to get here.
Within this quarter of an hour, Mu Huaishan must face Lu Hongniang alone. Only if he survives within this quarter of an hour can he be able to wait for rescue.
Lu Hongniang’s magic weapon, the silk lock, is very vicious. As long as it is entangled in this red aura, it is like a gangrene attached to the bone that hurts to the bone and cannot be eliminated for decades.
Mu Huaishan was careless and was approached by the silk lock, so he could only use the fourth-level Xuan Gang Qi Talisman, hoping that the fourth-level spiritual talisman would block him for a while.
Red ropes were wrapped around the Gang Qi shield released by the fourth-level spiritual talisman, and the tightened Xuan Gang Qi talisman shield crackled.
Soon, the Gang Qi shield was covered with dense cracks, shattered into countless small pieces with a crash, and completely turned into balls of spiritual energy and dissipated in the air.
This fourth-level talisman only delayed for a moment before it was damaged by Lu Hongniang’s silk-wrapped lock.
A defensive talisman of level 4 or above is worth more than two thousand spirit stones.
Treasures of this level, in the hands of foundation-building monks, are the trump cards that can determine victory or defeat. Even if a monk at the ninth level of foundation building has such a fourth-level defensive talisman in his hand, it must be a key trump card that can determine the outcome.
But facing Lu Hongniang on the ninth floor of the Purple Mansion, this precious fourth-level talisman could only delay Mu Huaishan for less than half a cup of tea.
This half cup of tea is undoubtedly very precious. Taking advantage of this half cup of tea, Mu Huaishan painfully took out a red talisman, bit his middle finger, and smeared the blood from his middle finger on a blood-red beast above the skin.
When the Xuan Gang Qi Talisman shattered, a bloody shadow appeared on his body, and he immediately escaped dozens of feet away.
The blood shadow was like a shooting star. With just a slight flash, it could fly through a space of dozens of feet, and in a short time, it could travel more than ten miles away.
This red animal skin talisman is the famous blood escape talisman. It is not easy to refine this kind of talisman, and it consumes the blood essence of the monks when using it. No monk is willing to use it unless it is absolutely necessary.
Even with all the shortcomings, the Blood Escape Talisman can still be ranked among the fourth-level spiritual talismans. Moreover, this kind of talisman is very precious, even more expensive than the Xuangang Qi talisman Mu Huaishan just used. The reason why it has this level is the word “quick”. Once the monks of Zifu use the blood escape talisman, their escape skills can even triple, almost catching up with the ancestor of the golden elixir. Although the sequelae of this explosion Strong, but in order to avoid facing Lu Hongniang alone, Mu Huaishan had no choice but to make this move.
Mu Huaishan flew more than ten miles with the blood escape talisman, and was not far from the nearest helper Liang Qiguang. With Liang Qiguang’s help, the two of them could barely contain Lu Hongniang.
Suddenly, I heard a chuckle. The voice of the speaker was very pleasant, with a soft and waxy sound that was alluring.
“Fellow Taoist of Hongshan Sect, where are you going?”
Hearing this voice, Mu Huaishan’s heart tightened, and he immediately looked up and saw a girl in red in her twenties hanging pretty in front of him a hundred feet away.
This woman’s skin was as good as snow, and she exuded an aura of lightness all over her body. She also had a red mole the size of a thumb on her eyebrows, and she actually looked heroic.
Although they had never met each other, Mu Huaishan, the famous name of Lu Hongniang of Qingxuan Sect, was very clear and recognized the person in front of him immediately.
Seeing Lu Hongniang in front of her, Mu Huaishan sensed something was wrong and could only change direction and flee towards the back.
“Junior Brother Mu, be careful, don’t throw yourself into a trap. Lu Hongniang is good at illusions, and she is behind you.”
Liang Qiguang, who was not far from Mu Huaishan, saw that Mu Huaishan was about to throw himself into a trap, and immediately used the lion’s roar technique to remind Mu Huaishan to be careful of the illusion created by Lu Hongniang.
Lion’s Roar is a common third-level spell. Although this spell is of low level, as long as it has enough mana, it can restrain the monk’s illusion and wake up the monk who was confused by the illusion.
Roars sounded in Mu Huaishan’s ears. Hearing Liang Qiguang’s reminder, Mu Huaishan was shocked. When he woke up, he suddenly found that he had turned around and flown three or four miles away.
He looked up and saw a faint red sword light behind him. It seemed that the situation was no more than ten miles away from him.
With such a delay, the aura of the Blood Escape Talisman began to dim, and his spiritual power was exhausted before he could see it.
Lu Hongniang’s escape skills were far superior to Mu Huaishan’s. In such a short distance, before Mu Huaishan and Liang Qiguang could meet up, Lu Hongniang was chasing after her.
Lu Hongniang chuckled and said, “Fellow Taoist of Hongshan Sect, where are you going?”
The second time he heard these words, Mu Huaishan’s expression changed, and he fiercely took out his flying sword and struck at Matchmaker Lu.
With a flash of light from the flying sword, the pretty girl opposite him was cut into two pieces.
Seeing this scene, Mu Huaishan’s expression changed. He knew clearly that Lu Hongniang was very capable and there was no way she could be harmed by him.
Just when Mu Huaishan was on guard, a red rope suddenly wrapped around him from behind.
This red rope is Lu Hongniang’s magic weapon, the silk-wrapped lock. The grade of this magic weapon is already at the fourth level. Once he was entangled in the silk lock, even if Mu Huaishan could escape with his life this time, he would not be able to fight anyone again for decades.
Circles of red aura wrapped around Mu Huaishan, and soon turned into a red light cocoon, trapping Mu Huaishan tightly in the red light cocoon.
At this time, Mu Huaishan’s body seemed to be bitten by thousands of insects and ants, and every minute and every second was extremely painful.
Mu Huaishan built the Zifu and went through a lot of hardships to get where he is today. Faced with this near-death situation, he immediately made a decision to release the true fire that he had cultivated for hundreds of years in his body. The true fire followed the blood veins and acupoints of his body, Wisps of red aura are refining.
In order to refine the aura of the silk-wrapped lock, Mu Huaishan reversed the true fire and turned his body into a large red furnace.
This method of reversing true fire will cause great damage to the physical body. Even if he survives this time, he will not be able to recover without hundreds of years of cultivation.
While Mu Huaishan was desperately refining the silk-wrapped lock, Liang Qiguang and Dong Hongyu, who were closest to him, also rushed over and quickly restrained Lu Hongniang.
At the same time, the other four Zifu monks from Qingxuan Sect also blocked an opponent.
(End of chapter)