Chapter 91: Killing Intent Surges
A loud thunder woke up the people in the mountain temple. All the hunters instinctively picked up the bows and hunting forks at their sides, while the two monks just opened their eyes.
"Miss, something is not right." The middle-aged male monk looked around. Although he did not find anything unusual, his instinct as a monk made his hair stand on end.
"It's not just ordinary spring thunder." The nun moved her small nose and asked, "Where does the floral scent come from?"
It is not surprising to have pollen in the mountains, but it has been raining all night, so even if there is pollen, it is impossible for it to float into the temple at this time.
The female monk’s face changed: “Hold your breath!”
Upon hearing this, the middle-aged man immediately used his spiritual power to seal his mouth and nose, but he was still a beat too late. He immediately felt dizzy. After shaking his head, his vision seemed to be covered with a layer of blood red. An irresistible urge surged up in him. He wanted to kill someone!
"Uncle Chen, close your eyes and practice martial arts!" The female monk shouted. The middle-aged man was suddenly awakened for a moment by the shout. Although it was only a moment, for a monk, a moment was barely enough.
The middle-aged man immediately sat cross-legged in meditation, circulating his spiritual energy, and constantly suppressing his frenzied killing intent: "Miss, we've been tricked!"
"nonsense!"
The female cultivator stood up and revealed two Emei spears from her sleeves: "We are not the only ones who have been hit."
A roar sounded in the mountain temple. Opposite the female cultivator, a dozen village hunters had bloodshot eyes, their muscles bulged unnaturally, and there was even a faint trace of spiritual power.
"Impossible..." the female cultivator murmured.
Cultivators are the darlings of heaven and earth. No matter whether you are a king, a general, or an ordinary person, if you can practice cultivation, you can practice cultivation. If you cannot, you cannot practice cultivation. Except for the emperors of the Tang Dynasty who used some strange method to make every generation a cultivator, no other famous sects in the world can do this.
The possibility of a group of ordinary hunters suddenly becoming monks is even smaller than the sky falling.
The female cultivator looked again carefully and finally found a clue. This group of people only had fluctuations, but no spiritual power flowing. In other words, they did not have the Snow Mountain Qi Sea, but they did not know how they temporarily obtained spiritual power. This made the female cultivator breathe a sigh of relief.
With a whoosh, a hunter suddenly jumped over half of the mountain temple and pounced towards the female cultivator like a tiger descending from the mountain.
The female cultivator raised her eyebrows, spun on the spot, grabbed the hunter's arm and threw him out. It was not that she could not kill the hunters, but these hunters were obviously controlled by others and were still ordinary people in essence. Of course, if it came to a critical moment, she would not care about all these.
The hunter who was thrown away rolled over after landing on the ground, and immediately lay on the ground with all four limbs like a cheetah, growling from his throat and staring at the female cultivator.
The other hunters also turned around at the same time and surrounded them like a pack of wolves.
In the fight just now, the female cultivator discovered that the strength and agility of these hunters had reached at least the first level of heaven. If she had held back against one or two of them, but with more than a dozen people surrounding her and attacking her without caring about life or death, if she held back again, she would be courting death.
The female cultivator pulled out the Emei Spear, and a cold light flashed on the tip of the blade. It was obvious that it was not an ordinary item, and her eyes began to become firm.
"Miss, why don't they attack me?" The middle-aged man tried hard to open his eyes. Under the suppression of spiritual power, the murderous intent did not control his mind, but it also made him unable to help temporarily.
Hearing the middle-aged man's words, the female cultivator narrowed her eyes and asked, "Do they regard you as one of their own kind?"
This group of hunters were indeed only staring at the female cultivator, and did not pay any attention to the middle-aged man who was sitting on the ground without any resistance.
Before the middle-aged man could answer, a few more roars were heard outside the temple. They were the villagers on duty outside, and this time, the roars were louder.
"Miss, this poison is getting stronger and stronger," the middle-aged monk said with an unsightly expression. His face had turned red and his eyes began to become bloodshot.
The female cultivator's face changed, and as she looked at the hunter in front of her, the aura on her body gradually became stronger.
As an official monk appointed by the court, she had the privilege of executing first and reporting later. If she was ruthless enough at this moment, she could immediately kill the hunters in the temple with heavy hands, and then deal with the villagers who had not yet rushed in. She would still have a great chance of winning.
But she finally softened her heart for a moment. These were just ordinary villagers, or in other words, they were also victims.
The middle-aged man sighed and said, "Miss, run away."
As an elder who had watched her grow up since she was a child, the middle-aged man knew his young lady's character too well and would have killed her long ago if he wanted to.
"Uncle Chen..."
"You go first, they won't attack me. Wait until tomorrow morning. If I'm fine, I'll go look for you."
"No, if you have something..."
"If I become like them, Miss, you should find a way to control me and then ask Master to cure me. You should at least save my life."
The female cultivator rolled her eyes and said, "You are still in the mood to joke at this time!"
"It's too late if we don't leave now, hurry up!" With a click, the gate of the mountain temple was smashed, and a group of villagers with red eyes rushed in. The female cultivator stomped her feet, flew into the air, broke open the window and rushed into the night rain. Behind her, a group of villagers like wild beasts rushed out roaring and followed closely behind.
Whether it was a coincidence or subconsciously, she ran in the same direction as Zhao Yushu.
In the half-collapsed old mountain temple, Zhao Yushu smelled a hint of floral fragrance.
How can there be fragrance of flowers in such heavy rain?
Zhao Yushu subconsciously sniffed it twice more and suddenly felt dizzy.
Damn it, I'm stupid. I took two more puffs even though I knew there was a problem. I wasn't even that brave when I was doing chemistry experiments in junior high school.
Zhao Yushu staggered and fell to the ground. He felt a heat in his heart and a strong surge of anger: Damn it, these people deserve to die!
Looking at the silhouette of the old witch lying on the ground in the darkness, Zhao Yushu stood up with the support of his sword and walked towards her step by step.
Kill her, kill this villain who kidnapped children, she deserves to die!
Zhao Yushu raised his sword, and a soft light from his wrist spread out in the darkness. The blood red in Zhao Yushu's eyes suddenly faded.
Zhao Yushu took a step back suddenly, and a cold sweat broke out on his back. He had such a strong murderous intention just now! He was tricked!
Old Zhao looked at the Buddhist beads on his wrist and couldn't help but sigh that this thing was really his most practical treasure. At present, its help to him was second only to Mrs. Xu. The old abbot of Xiangjiang Temple was really willing to give things to him.
Where did the flower fragrance come from just now? Zhao Yushu used his spiritual power to seal his mouth and nose, with the fire pattern sword in his right hand, Madam Xu appeared in his left hand, and his feet were ready to use the stepping shadow step at any time.
After waiting vigilantly for a moment and not noticing the enemy's next move, Lao Zhao, who was just about to breathe a sigh of relief, suddenly heard a harsh friction sound.
Old Zhao turned around and saw the witch who had fallen to the ground before was slowly getting up. The friction sound was the sound of her nails, which had become like steel claws, scratching on the bluestone floor tiles.
The old witch opened her mouth, revealing a pair of fangs, and her cloudy eyes were filled with bloodshot.
The next moment, Lao Zhao finally knew where the footprints that were a foot away came from...