Mo Tiange shook her sleeves. Several things flew out and were buried in the soil.
Soon after, she grabbed a few Restorative Spirit Pills and stuffed them into her mouth.
After doing these two things, the figures of a few people appeared in the poisonous fog.
Zi Yi.
Mo Tiange immediately tightened her grip on her Green-Wood Sword.
Murong Zi, on the other hand, endured the pain and stood up.
There were a total of three people, all of whom were tenth layer Qi Refining cultivators. The one in the lead was a middle-aged cultivator, a young man about twenty years old, and an old man about fifty to sixty years old.
The three of them didn't seem easy to deal with. Since the middle-aged cultivator was the leader, he must have the highest status or the most powerful. The young man was able to reach the tenth layer of the Aura Refining realm at such a young age, so he must also have some skills. As for the old man, there was no need to talk about him. He had a lot of experience, so he must be the most cunning.
When he and Murong Zi glanced at each other, both of them smiled bitterly.
He had just experienced a bitter battle, and he had actually encountered such a combination.
The three men stood not far away, cautiously sizing them up.
Both Mo Tiange and Murong Zi secretly pretended to be indifferent and tightened their grip on their flying swords.
After a while, the young man couldn't help but ask, "Senior Brothers, what are we waiting for?"
The old man frowned and slowly said, "Be careful."
They all saw the corpse of the Iron-Teethed Crocodile on the ground. Although it was already dead, there was still a huge pressure remaining. It was obvious that it wasn't a Tier 1 Demonic Beast, which caused them to hesitate.
For two people to be able to kill a second-rank demonic beast, it was obvious that these two people definitely had extraordinary skills. However, they themselves were not to be trifled with, so they were unwilling to let it go just like that. It must be known that the corpse of a second-rank demonic beast could definitely be exchanged for a Foundation Building Pill!
Caution, consideration, fanaticism, these expressions appeared on the faces of the three of them in turn.
He was worried that his opponent would be too strong and lose him, but at the same time, he was unwilling to let go of such a great benefit.
The corpse of a second rank demonic beast could not only be made into a Spirit Tool, but it could also be made into a magic tool for Foundation Establishment cultivators. This was another huge fortune.
The young man couldn't restrain himself and shouted, "Senior Brothers, what are you hesitating for?
Are we going to let them off for nothing? "
The old man said, "These two aren't easy to deal with. Don't be rash."
Finally, the two of them looked at the middle-aged cultivator between them.
For a time, the middle-aged cultivator was also hesitant. He had no confidence in killing them, and he was unwilling to let them go. However, the two of them were looking at them with indifferent expressions, as if they didn't care about their decision at all.
In fact, Mo Tiange and Murong Zi weren't relaxed at all.
Although Murong Zi had taken a Small Reversion Pill, healing his injuries wasn't something that could be done in a short period of time. Fighting while he was seriously injured repeatedly had already caused serious damage to his meridians. Right now, his expression remained unchanged purely because of his unswerving determination.
Mo Tiange was the same. She was fully aware that they had just gone through a bitter battle and both of them were exhausted, so how could she not be nervous? However, she was no longer a child who hadn't seen the world. She had traveled extensively with Second Uncle and experienced many fights of magical powers in the past few years, so she knew she couldn't show weakness at this time.
The middle-aged cultivator struggled for a long time before reluctantly saying, "Let's go somewhere else to take a look."
The three of them turned around to leave. Mo Tiange and Murong Zi secretly heaved sighs of relief. They really didn't have the confidence to fight them.
Unexpectedly, the three of them suddenly stopped. The middle-aged cultivator sneered. "We were almost fooled by them. After killing a second rank demonic beast, even if they weren't injured, how much spiritual aura would they have left?!"
Right after he said that, the three of them turned around and immediately split into three directions to flank them.
Mo Tiange immediately slapped a defensive talisman on her body and released her Green-Wood Sword.
Murong Zi's reaction wasn't slow either. Although he didn't have any talismans, he still had his spirit tool. The flying sword mixed with iron essence was extremely fast and flew out in a flash.
The two of them struck first and gained the upper hand, catching their opponents off guard. The young man looked at the two flying swords flying towards him and momentarily panicked.
These two swords were very fast, so they obviously weren't ordinary weapons. He had no choice but to dodge in a hurry.
Mo Tiange stealthily shifted her position and threw out a large number of Fire Thorn seeds, temporarily trapping the young man.
Just as she was about to tell Murong Zi to deal with the old man together, she heard a muffled groan. She turned around and saw Murong Zi clutching his chest while spitting out a mouthful of blood. The flying sword he was controlling was also swaying in the air.
Mo Tiange was shocked. "Senior Martial Brother Murong!"
The three of them were overjoyed. The young man was trapped and couldn't escape for the time being. The middle-aged cultivator and the old man glanced at each other then simultaneously attacked.
The middle-aged cultivator took out the most common spirit tool in the cultivation world, the flying sword, while the old man threw out a mirror.
Mo Tiange hastily recalled her Green-Wood Sword, but it only managed to block the mirror.
The flying sword rapidly stabbed towards Murong Zi, but Murong Zi barely managed to dodge it. The flying sword brushed past his shoulder, causing blood to blossom.
How could the middle-aged cultivator let go of this opportunity? He quickly flew towards Murong Zi, caught the flying sword, and stabbed it towards him.
Mo Tiange wanted to help, but the old man's mirror was really powerful. After being blocked by her, it flew back to the old man's hand. He immediately flipped the mirror over and a golden light shone towards her.
Although she had a defensive barrier on her body, she didn't dare to block it, so she could only take back her Green-Wood Sword to block the golden light.
Right at that moment, the middle-aged cultivator had already closed in on Murong Zi. Seeing that Murong Zi didn't have any strength to fight back, the middle-aged cultivator revealed an evil grin and stabbed the flying sword in his hand.
"Pu!" The flying sword pierced deep into Murong Zi's body. Blood flowed down the blade of the sword, but at the same time, the middle-aged cultivator let out a loud "Ah!" and let go of the sword to cover his abdomen.
A flying sword pierced through his abdomen on his back. It was Murong Zi's incomparably sharp flying sword mixed with iron essence.
Mo Tiange's expression changed greatly, but she heard the other party shout, "Senior Martial Brother Zhang!"
Murong Zi and the middle-aged cultivator perished together, but the other party didn't look angry. Instead, they panicked.
In just a short moment, one of them was trapped and the other was killed.
The old man made a prompt decision. He put away the mirror in his hand then immediately fled into the distance.
Perhaps the reason he could survive until now was because he was timid.
Mo Tiange didn't chase after him. Instead, she swung her flying sword, ending the middle-aged cultivator's life then turned towards the remaining young man.
Once the young man saw the old man fleeing, his expression immediately became very unsightly. He swung the large knife in his hand, chopping the Fire Brambles in half and attacking Mo Tiange.
Mo Tiange had never met an opponent who used spirit tools to attack like a secular martial artist, so she couldn't react in time. Fortunately, she had defensive talismans on her, so she retreated while parrying with her Green-Wood Sword.
She wanted to counterattack, but she didn't have much spiritual aura left, so she could only retreat slowly.
Seeing that she didn't dare to take his attack, the other party had a complacent expression on his face as he approached step by step.
Mo Tiange suddenly smiled. A formation flag appeared in her hand and she waved it lightly. All of a sudden, with a "Pa!" sound, the formation flags and formation discs that were hidden suddenly stood up.
The young man turned pale with fright, but he was already bewildered by the scene in front of him.
Yellow sand filled the sky. It was like a desert in the far west; apart from that, there was nothing else.
This was a formation she hastily laid just now. Originally, she wasn't sure if she could use it. Fortunately, this young man was an impulsive person, so she lured him into the formation step by step.
Now that he was in her formation, he was naturally at her mercy.
She waved the formation flag again, and the scene changed again. Spells of the Five Elements flew towards the young man in an endless stream.
The young man brandished his knife to block them, but he discovered that these spells disappeared upon contact. They were simply illusions. He was so angry that he cursed loudly.
Mo Tiange once again swallowed a Restorative Panacea then grabbed a talisman. She controlled her Green-Wood Sword and attacked the young man in the formation together.
The young man thought it was an illusion again, so he didn't block them. He was immediately hit solidly and couldn't be more dead.
Mo Tiange heaved a sigh of relief and withdrew her Green-Wood Sword. When she thought of Murong Zi, she hastily ran back.
"Senior Martial Brother Murong!"
She once again helped Murong Zi up from the ground. Mo Tiange discovered that his breath was already very weak.
He was already seriously injured. The two of them encountered the Iron-Teethed Crocodile, and after a thrilling battle, they finally killed it. Then, they encountered these three enemies.
His abdomen was pierced through. He basically relied on his last breath to kill that middle-aged cultivator, but in the end, he couldn't hold on any longer and collapsed.
Right now, his spiritual aura was exhausted, his meridians were damaged, and his dantian was also pierced through — he simply couldn't be saved.
Murong Zi slowly opened his eyes and said with difficulty, "Junior … Martial Brother Ye."
Mo Tiange nodded. "I'm here."
Murong Zi spat out a mouthful of blood. Mo Tiange hastily supported him. She pressed her palm against his and channeled spiritual aura into his body.
This made Murong Zi feel a bit better. He showed a faint smile and said in a weak voice, "I know … I … can't hold on anymore.
Please … do me a favor. "
Mo Tiange promptly nodded. "Senior Martial Brother Murong, please speak."
Murong Zi pulled out his Qiankun Bag with difficulty and gasped for breath. "In our clan, the one with the most … hope … is … Xiaoyan. Please … give … the demonic beast … and the flying sword … I killed … to her." He closed his eyes and said, "As for the rest … I'll give it to Junior Martial Brother as a souvenir." As he spoke, blood kept flowing out of his mouth and he firmly held onto Mo Tiange's sleeves.
Upon hearing his last words, Mo Tiange sighed inwardly. "Rest assured, Senior Martial Brother. I'll bring the things there."
Murong Zi smiled, but his eyes were filled with unwillingness and sorrow. He finally loosened his grip, his head tilted, and he breathed no more.
Mo Tiange was stunned for a long time before she regained her composure.
Although she didn't have any friendship with Murong Zi, she still felt sad.
This was the omnipresent death of cultivators.
Not long ago, although Senior Martial Brother Murong was seriously injured, he was still talking cheerfully and full of confidence. But in the blink of an eye, he became a corpse.
She wiped her face, erased this sadness, then stood up to clean up the scene.
In any case, she had to continue living. Building her foundation, forming her Gold Core, forming her Nascent Soul — she had to live happily.
First, she removed the Qiankun Bags and weapons from the three corpses then burned the corpses clean.
She only put Murong Zi's ashes in a jade box.
Soon after, she cleaned the bloodstains on her body and sorted the things in the three Qiankun Bags.
She used up a lot of her own medicinal pills and talismans, but fortunately, the two Zixia Sect disciples still had some.
All three of them had the corpses of demonic beasts on their bodies, but the other two only had three to five, while Murong Zi had more than ten.
After pondering for a moment, she took out a Qiankun Bag and put all the demonic beasts the three of them hunted into it. She then put all the spirit tools on Murong Zi's body into the Qiankun Bag.
After all, she had gone through thick and thin with Murong Zi and was acquainted with Murong Yan. These spirit tools were useless to her, so she might as well return them to Murong Yan — that is, if Murong Yan was still alive.
Soon after, she went to deal with the Iron-Teethed Crocodile's corpse.
This Iron-Teethed Crocodile's carcass was a valuable material for refining tools.
While she was cleaning up, she found the flying needles Murong Zi left behind. These flying needles were sparkling and transparent, almost traceless — they were indeed good for sneak attacks.
She then put all of them into her Qiankun Bag.
After she finished sorting everything and replenished her spiritual aura inside the formation, Mo Tiange decided to leave the poisonous spring.
That old man from Zixia Sect had escaped, so who knew if there would be anyone else coming? It would be better for her to find another place to hide.
Mo Tiange couldn't help but sigh when she turned around to look at the poisonous spring. Not long ago, they were talking cheerfully and wittily, but now, they were already a pile of ashes.