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Without a road map, Mu Xuan had no choice but to inquire all the way based on the general direction, heading towards Kunlun Mountain.
Three days later, Mu Xuan had been away from the Lingshui School for four or five hundred miles, completely out of its jurisdiction and activities, and she was no longer worried about being chased. Along the way, he looked at the scenery, occasionally went to Shangyu to chat with Bai You, and took the time to meditate to cultivate the two spiritual roots of soil and water to improve his spell proficiency.
Traveling day and night, for more than 20 days, Mu Xuan passed through many villages and towns. If it catches up with the lively festival, she will also stay for a day and a half to buy some gadgets. After all, Mu Xuan is just an eleven-year-old girl, and the things that ordinary children like are also very attractive to her.
Mu Xuan has been sensible since she was a child, and she also knows in her heart that once she arrives in Kunlun, no matter what kind of life she will start, it is unlikely that she will have such an opportunity again. Right now, she is still in the mortal world, subconsciously thinking of herself as an ordinary little girl for the time being.
Traveling all the way west, on this day, she stepped into a new realm, and Mu Xuan sensed that there was a faint aura here. This means that there is a spiritual vein nearby, and there may be monks nearby! Mu Xuan is very happy. If there is a cultivator, she can find out a more accurate route to the west.
It has been a month since she saw a monk, and with the expectation of her kind, Mu Xuan continued to walk northwest.
Two days later, when he turned to the official road, a mountain appeared in front of him. Compared with Tanshan Mountain, this mountain is much more majestic and majestic. Although it is still far away, Mu Xuan can already feel its awe-inspiring aura. Mu Xuan took a visual inspection, and it was about a hundred miles away from the foot of the mountain.
Anyway, it's not going to arrive in a short while. After walking for a long time, my mouth was dry, and I happened to see a village in front of me. Mu Xuan decided to go forward to ask for a bowl of water, and was not in a hurry.
Before she got close, Mu Xuan heard the shouts of men, the cries of women and children, and the faint growls of wild animals from the village. She wondered, what happened? Thinking in my heart, I accelerated my feet, wanting to find out.
A large group of men formed a circle with shovels and sticks in their hands, and made an attacking posture, but they dared not step forward, trapping something firmly in the circle. Next to him was a two or three-year-old baby covered in blood, lying on the ground whose life or death was unknown. A young woman in a thorn hairpin dress was crying, and the people next to her were wiping away their tears and begging in a low voice.
This is what Mu Xuan saw when she approached. She could feel spiritual fluctuations in the circle formed by the men. Looking at the condition of the children on the ground, Mu Xuan judged in an instant: it was a monster!
On the one hand there are monsters that hurt people, and on the other hand are unarmed mortals, what should I do? Even if they managed to deal with this monster, there must be damage. Mu Xuan, who originally wanted not to meddle in other people's business, made a decision without hesitation at this moment. Moreover, she is a monk, and she has practiced spells for so long, but she has never really fought in actual combat. Why don't you just practice with this beast.
"Everyone, uncles and aunts, make way! Make way! I have a way to subdue it!" Mu Xuan shouted loudly, trying to keep her voice from being drowned out by the women's wailing.
Many people heard her shout and looked at her suspiciously. An uncle asked: "Little girl, where did you come from? If you pass by, hurry up and don't be brave. This is a monster. It not only bites and eats people, but also sprays icicles!"
The uncle's words immediately reminded Mu Xuan of a low-level monster - Bingtong. But aren't ice boys all active in the snowy ice fields? How could they suddenly appear here and hurt people?
Mu Xuan squeezed inside, and said, "I'm not talking big, I'm a cultivator, and I know magic!" During the time she said these few words, she had already heard the monster inside, "Woo woo" The roar, this roar is more urgent and louder than before, the monster is afraid that it will attack again.
Sure enough, before the crowd dispersed, a white shadow jumped up and rushed towards a thin man. Everyone was horrified, the man couldn't dodge in time, and screamed, a piece of flesh had been bitten off his arm, and the bloody wound looked terrifying.
The monster prostrated itself on the ground, its four claws looked like children's hands and feet. If it weren't for the snow-white long hair covering the whole body, the red eyes almost bleeding, and the thick white teeth exposed in the terrifying mouth, it would really look like a child playing on the ground. This kind of appearance is exactly the ice boy.
Bingtong was so annoyed that his blow failed to kill him, he rushed forward again. Mu Xuan's eyes were quick and her hands were quick. In an instant, a fireball flew into the air and went straight to the ice boy, interrupting its attack.
The surrounding audience saw that Mu Xuan really knew how to spell, and hurriedly supported the injured and retreated to the side to make room for Mu Xuan. Several people were holding shovels and standing not far away, watching the ice boy vigilantly, just in case.
Bingtong was attracted by Mu Xuan, and he didn't care about others.?? just stared at Mu Xuan fiercely. The fireball didn't hit it just now, but it also made Bingtong feel that the little person in front of him was difficult to deal with, so he could only wait for the opportunity to move.
Here, Mu Xuan didn't dare to be careless, the ice boy in front of her was at the second level, which was equivalent to the sixth or seventh level of a human's Qi training period, and her cultivation base was higher than Mu Xuan's. But this kind of low-level monster has not yet opened its mind, as long as it is careful not to be hurt by it, Mu Xuan is still sure to win.
She had read in the classics of the Lingshui School before that there is nothing to be afraid of the ice boy spraying snow and ice. It is a natural ice-type monster. In addition to its swift movements, the most important thing to worry about is its teeth. Once bitten, the icy air in the ice boy's body will enter the wounded body along the wound, condensing frost.
Mu Xuan didn't need to turn her head to guess that the blood in the injured person's body was about to stagnate at this moment, and her whole body was gradually freezing cold. Ordinary people who do not have the protection of true energy, are bitten by the ice boy, and have no choice but to wait for death.
Mu Xuan fired four or five wind blades in succession, rolling towards the ice boy, but it was useless to hit it. Bingtong was enraged again, roared and spit out an ice thorn, and shot it at Mu Xuan.
Mu Xuan changed her strategy while hiding, since the wind blade can't hurt it, let's continue to burn it with fire. Ice and fire are incompatible, it depends on who is better at chess. At this time, Mu Xuan regretted that she didn't have a magic weapon, and this unarmed fight was really tiring.
After more than ten rounds, Mu Xuan gradually grasped the rhythm of the fight, and the fireballs one after another crushed the ice boy so that he could only dodge without attacking, and even his fur was scorched black. On the surface, the situation is very good, but only Mu Xuan understands that her spiritual power is running out and she must fight quickly!
Mu Xuan used an entanglement technique, and the branches transformed by spiritual power entangled Bingtong tightly, making him unable to move. Bingtong roared and wanted to struggle away, but Mu Xuan would not give it a chance, and greeted him with four bursting flames in succession. After these four moves, her spiritual power was completely exhausted.
Explosive anger is much more powerful than the fireball technique, and Mu Xuan didn't use it at first because it was to confuse the ice boy and make him relax his vigilance. After being hit four times, Bingtong was not blown into pieces. Mu Xuan was surprised: Isn't the skin too thick? I have no spiritual power at all.
Bingtong was greeted one after another by the bursting anger. Although he was not blown to pieces, his whole body was ignited, rolling on the ground, exuding a scorched and unpleasant smell.
Seeing this, the surrounding villagers raised their sticks to beat him one after another, venting their hatred. After a while, the ice boy turned into a burning meat paste, motionless.
After the first battle in her life was over, Mu Xuan stepped aside and checked the man's injuries. A quarter of an hour had passed since he was injured, and as expected, he had turned into a cold corpse. The same goes for the kid next to him.
Mu Xuan sighed, but she still didn't have time to treat her, so she felt very sorry.
An elderly man walked over tremblingly, bowed to Mu Xuan, and said gratefully: "Thank you fairy for saving my life. Thanks to you, otherwise I don't know how many people will be lost in the village!"
Mu Xuan was taken aback, and quickly backed away, saying: "The elderly can't do this, the juniors can't afford it. My cultivation base is too low to treat them. I'm really sorry."
The old man shook his head and said, "If the fairies hadn't appeared in time, the situation would have been worse. In the past, when monsters and beasts came, we would send people to invite the fairies on the mountain to the west, and prepare gifts of cattle and sheep. Two days later. Today is just in time."
Mu Xuan asked curiously: "Your village is often haunted by monsters?" And monks have to offer gifts to eliminate demons?
Mu Xuan felt that this matter was very strange. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com