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-level low-grade defensive talisman on his body.

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

The White Lion was about to launch an attack again, but unexpectedly, a sword light had already killed from afar, and an old man with white hair and a simple appearance had 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 far more fighting experience than ordinary people. Seeing that Qian Guangyao's situation was a bit tight, the spiritual light on the flying sword under Huang Chengliang's feet changed rapidly, and he actually used a swift-step method, increasing his speed of rushing on the road in a short time. However, 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 were already unable to hold on, and were divided into several parts by nearly a hundred demonic beasts, and quite a few cultivators had already appeared casualties.

In order to support quickly, Huang Chengliang left the Qi Refining cultivators below and came alone. It would take at least a while for those cultivators under his hand to arrive here.

The low-grade demonic beasts on Chifeng Ridge were not many originally, but unexpectedly, this White Lion was not only fierce in temper but also had some spiritual wisdom. After occupying this place, it subdued quite a few demonic beasts in the surrounding areas over 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 not hold on anymore, and after exchanging glances with Huang Chengliang, he was about to go down to help the Qi Refining cultivators below.

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

"Not good, this beast wants to run. Daoist Qian, don't worry about the bottom first, and go with me to stop it. Don't let it run away like this."

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

Qian Guangyao looked at the bottom, then looked at Huang Chengliang, who was chasing the White Lion. After hesitating for a while, he stomped 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 attack on human cultivators. Taking this opportunity, many cultivators who were entangled by demonic beasts got rid of the pursuit of 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 family of Qi Refining cultivators guarding this place looked at the huge White Lion whose body far exceeded ordinary first-level demonic beasts flying over, and they were also scared out of their wits. They fled into the mountain rocks on both sides one after another, and even the task of guarding this place was temporarily ignored.

Just when the White Lion thought he 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 arrived yet, but the sword had arrived first. This sharp sword light actually directly forced back the White Lion's forward steps.

Huang Shengxin, not far away, took back the flying sword he had just released. One person and one sword blocked the White Lion's way. Huang Chengliang and Qian Guangyao, who were not far behind, also surrounded it, and the three of them 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 by Huang Chengliang and Qian Guangyao to the White Lion, the threat of Huang Shengxin, the number one person among Qinghe County cultivators at the eighth layer of Foundation Establishment, was much greater.

Huang Shengxin was only more than 130 years old and had already cultivated to the eighth layer of Foundation Establishment. In the past thousand years of Qinghe County, there were no more than five people like him who could have a glimmer of hope for forming a Golden Core.

This current family head of the Huang family usually liked to cultivate hard in the cave and rarely walked down the mountain. But since he built his foundation, in this one-third of an acre of 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 this second-level spiritual vein of Chifeng Ridge, but for a spiritual object on this rare demonic beast White Lion, which was used to help him break through to the ninth layer of Foundation Establishment faster.

Avenging those low-grade cultivators and mortals in 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. In order to be foolproof, they also spent a lot of price to invite the Qian family who was on good terms with the Huang family.

After a few fierce collisions in the air, the more than 100 low-grade demonic beasts on the mountain were also beaten and fled everywhere. Without the command of the White Lion, these demonic beasts of different types would not cooperate, and some even began to attack each other because of their nature.

Low-grade demonic beasts had insufficient spiritual wisdom. Under normal circumstances, it was difficult to beat cultivators of the same level. It didn't take long for this large group of demonic beasts to be completely defeated by the Qinghe County cultivators, and the rest fled down the mountain one after another.

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

Nearly two hundred low-grade demonic beasts, except for the direction of the White Lion's breakout, ran to more than a dozen, and the rest were all blocked on the mountain by them, and soon welcomed the fate of death.

Although the White Lion had quite a bit of divine ability, it was a pity that it met Huang Shengxin, a late-stage Foundation Establishment cultivator who was even better. After struggling for a long time, it still did not escape the fate of defeat and death.

A miserable scream came from the air. The cultivators in the distance looked and saw large pieces of blood rain falling. The White Lion's huge body 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.

"Daoist Qian, you have worked hard. As agreed beforehand, all the spiritual objects on the mountain belong to you. You should go and see it quickly, so as not to let the juniors below not know the importance and secretly pick a few pieces, and 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 meaningfully.

Qian Guangyao changed his face as soon as he heard this, laughed, bowed his hands and said: "Thank you Daoist Huang for the reminder, I will go to the mountain to see if there are any missing demonic beasts, and leave it to the two 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 and turned into a stream of light and flew to the top of the mountain.

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