Chapter 104: Hunting the White Lion

Unexpectedly, this divine ability of the White Lion was so powerful that it not only made him sacrifice a defensive magic tool but also forced out the only second-tier low-quality defensive spiritual talisman on his body.

After losing the strongest defensive reliance on his body, Qian Guangyao could not help but frown tightly. He looked at the twenty or thirty Qi Refining cultivators he brought below. If reinforcements did not come again, it was feared that he would have to consider a way out for himself first.

The White Lion was about to launch an attack again, unexpectedly a sword light had already killed its way from afar, and an old man with white hair and a simple appearance had already appeared in Qian Guangyao's eyes.

The person who came was the oldest Foundation Establishment cultivator of the Huang family, Huang Chengliang. This old-brand Foundation Establishment cultivator who had been in Foundation Establishment for more than a hundred years had battle experience that had already far exceeded ordinary people. Seeing that Qian Guangyao's situation was somewhat tight, the spiritual light on the flying sword under Huang Chengliang's feet changed rapidly, actually using a method of rapid steps, which increased his speed of rushing on the road in a short time, but after a moment, he had already joined the battle.

Seeing that reinforcements had arrived, Qian Guangyao was also refreshed and began to turn from defense to offense. The two joined forces and slowly stabilized the situation.

However, the Qi Refining cultivators brought by the Qian family below could no longer hold on and were divided into several parts by nearly a hundred demonic beasts, and many cultivators had already appeared to have casualties.

Huang Chengliang abandoned the Qi Refining cultivators below and rushed here alone for the sake of rapid support. It would take at least some time for the cultivators under his hand to arrive here.

The low-tier demonic beasts on Chifeng Ridge were not many originally. It was just unexpected that this White Lion not only had a fierce temper but also had some spiritual intelligence. After occupying this place, it had subdued many demonic beasts in the vicinity in the past few years and concentrated them here, which also made the number of demonic beasts on Chifeng Ridge somewhat exceed the Huang family's previous estimation of this place.

Qian Guangyao saw that the Qi Refining cultivators below could no longer hold on, and after exchanging glances with Huang Chengliang, he was just about to go down to help the Qi Refining cultivators below.

Unexpectedly, just as he had just separated from the struggle, the White Lion suddenly turned its direction, suddenly got rid of Huang Chengliang's entanglement, and fled toward the foot of the mountain.

"Not good, this vicious beast wants to run. Fellow Daoist Qian, don't worry about the bottom first, and go with me to block it. You must not let it run away like this."

Seeing that the White Lion wanted to slip away, Huang Chengliang hurriedly shouted to Qian Guangyao not far away, and then took the lead to chase in the direction where the White Lion fled.

Qian Guangyao looked below, then looked at Huang Chengliang, who was chasing the White Lion. After hesitating for a while, he still stamped his feet and chased in the direction of Huang Chengliang.

Fortunately, once the White Lion left, the demonic beasts on the mountain did not feel so suppressed, and gradually relaxed their attacks on human cultivators. Taking this opportunity, many cultivators who were entangled by demonic beasts got rid of the pursuit of the demonic beasts and escaped.

The White Lion's cultivation was higher than that of Huang Chengliang and Qian Guangyao, and its escape speed was also slightly faster than the two of them. Soon it had already run to the foot of the mountain.

A Qi Refining family responsible for guarding this place, looking at the huge White Lion whose body far exceeded ordinary first-tier demonic beasts flying over, was also scared out of their wits, and they all hid in the mountain rocks on both sides, not even caring about the task of guarding this place for the time being.

Just when the White Lion thought it had escaped from this place, a white sword light flew toward the White Lion from a mountain ridge on one side. The person had not yet arrived, but the sword had already arrived first. This sharp sword light actually directly forced back the White Lion's pace of moving forward.

Huang Shengxin, not far away, took back the flying sword he had just released into his hand. One person and one sword blocked the White Lion's way. Huang Chengliang and Qian Guangyao, who were not far behind, also took this opportunity to surround it. The three surrounded this fierce White Lion in the middle. For a time, this White Lion seemed to have become a turtle in a jar.

Compared to the threat posed to the White Lion by Huang Chengliang and Qian Guangyao, the threat posed by Huang Shengxin, the number one expert among Qinghe County cultivators at the eighth layer of Foundation Establishment, was much greater.

Huang Shengxin was only one hundred and thirty-something years old and had already cultivated to the eighth layer of Foundation Establishment. In the nearly a thousand years of Qinghe County, there were no more than a handful of cultivators like him who could have a glimmer of hope of forming a Golden Core.

This current patriarch of the Huang family usually liked to practice hard in the cave and rarely went down the mountain to walk around. But since he built his foundation, in this one-third of an acre of land in Qinghe County, he had not seen an opponent who could make him pay attention.

The reason why the Huang family spent so much effort to come to Chifeng Ridge to encircle and suppress this White Lion this time was actually not for the second-tier spiritual vein of Chifeng Ridge, but for a spiritual item on this rare demonic beast White Lion, which was used to help him break through to the ninth layer of Foundation Establishment faster.

Avenging the low-tier cultivators and mortals of the family and eliminating a hidden danger of demonic beasts for Qinghe County, these things were also done by the way. Otherwise, they would not have set up such a big battle, and in order to be foolproof, they also paid a not-so-small price to invite the Qian family, who was on good terms with the Huang family.

Following several fierce collisions in the air, the hundred-plus low-tier demonic beasts on the mountain were also running around in confusion. Losing the command of the White Lion, these demonic beasts of different species did not know how to cooperate, and some even started to attack each other because of their nature.

Low-tier demonic beasts lacked spiritual intelligence and could not beat cultivators of the same tier under normal circumstances. It did not take long for this large group of demonic beasts to be completely defeated by the Qinghe County cultivators, and the rest fled to the foot of the mountain one after another.

The Song family cultivators guarding the foot of the mountain had average luck and did not encounter a large group of demonic beasts. Until the battle ended, they killed four demonic beasts together, and their battle record could only be considered average.

Nearly two hundred low-tier demonic beasts, except for the direction where the White Lion broke through, where more than ten ran away, the rest were all blocked on the mountain by them and soon welcomed the fate of death.

Although the White Lion had no small divine abilities, it was a pity that it met Huang Shengxin, a late-stage Foundation Establishment cultivator who was even better. After struggling to resist for a long time, it still did not escape the fate of defeat and death.

A miserable scream came from the air. Looking at the cultivators in the distance, they saw large pieces of blood rain falling down. The huge body of the White Lion fell to the ground, and a roar came. Huang Shengxin, holding a sword in one hand and a huge lion head in the other, slowly descended to the ground.

"Fellow Daoist Qian, you have worked hard. As agreed beforehand, all the spiritual items on the mountain belong to you. You had better hurry up and take a look, so as not to let those juniors below not know the importance and secretly pick a few pieces, then you will suffer a dumb loss." Huang Shengxin saw Qian Guangyao wanting to come over to see the White Lion's corpse and reminded him with deep meaning.

As soon as Qian Guangyao heard these words, his face changed instantly. He laughed and bowed: "Thank you for the reminder, Fellow Daoist Huang. I will go to the mountain to see if there are any missing demonic beasts. I will leave it to the two fellow Daoists here."

As soon as the words were finished, Qian Guangyao did not dare to stay too long, released the flying sword on his body, turned into a stream of light, and flew toward the top of the mountain.

Until Qian Guangyao's body disappeared into the air as a black dot, Huang Shengxin turned around and Huang Chengliang and the two began to command the nearby Huang family Qi Refining disciples to clean up this place, divided the White Lion into several parts, and then packed them into several storage bags they had prepared long ago.

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