N-A-A Chapter 9 The Red-Powdered Prince
Chapter 9 The Red-Powdered Prince
Senior Sister Mo and the others' expressions changed slightly, and they immediately looked at their fellow disciples to see if they were the ones who did it.
But soon, a mournful cry rang out from the ground, the howls of foxes and wolves, like wild beasts howling at the moon, chilling to the bone.
This caused everyone's expression to change drastically, and their hearts to tremble with fear.
"Enemy attack!"
Someone immediately shouted.
Soon, figures appeared in the distance, followed by the sound of hooves. From the distant sand dunes, figures surged forward like a tide, exuding a murderous aura.
They were a group of sand bandits, all dressed in scale armor, riding camels, and wielding huge curved swords.
They carried bows and arrows, numbering in the hundreds and thousands, and surrounded us from all directions.
They were surrounding a young man dressed in pink, who looked incredibly eerie.
He stretched out his hand, and immediately many archers stopped, drew their bows, and shot at Jiang Yuan and his companion in the sky!
They wanted to kill Jiang Yuan and his companion by dropping them alive through the air.
collapse!
As the arrows rained down, Fang Han's expression instantly turned grim.
This is in the air; if they were to fall, they'd be turned into mincemeat, or at least meat patties.
"Nonsense."
Jiang Yuan flicked his finger without a word, and the Three Waters Mist Gourd spewed out a mist that enveloped all the arrows like a large net.
Then, his mind raced, and he drew back the arrows like a bowstring, sending them flying in the opposite direction.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Dozens of bandits, bleeding profusely and with arrows in their throats, collapsed in terror.
"What is that?"
"Such immense power! That's not a magical artifact, it's a treasure!"
"A treasure? Which inner disciple borrowed this treasure? They're really rich."
The disciples of the Feathered Ascension Sect were startled, not expecting their fellow disciple in the air to be so powerful.
The Red-Pink Prince, residing in the center of the bandits, noticed Jiang Yuan's treasure and his expression changed slightly, but then revealed a look of greed.
He was an elite disciple of the Six Desires Demonic Sect, and burning, killing, and looting were commonplace for him, but he did not possess a single magical artifact.
However, soon, wisps of fog appeared in the sky, dripping down like raindrops.
The bandits looked puzzled, but soon, drops of mist fell on their brows and throats, like sword energy piercing through them, and they all stared in disbelief and died on the spot.
Rain Flower Sword Technique.
Although Jiang Yuan lacked magical power and couldn't conjure up a real downpour with raindrops as sharp as swords, he could still do so using the Three Waters Mist Gourd.
"Retreat immediately!"
The prince's face turned green. This was not a borrowed treasure, but a true owner; otherwise, he could not have controlled it so precisely.
He turned around, a flash of crimson light appeared on his clothes, bursting forth with spiritual energy that enveloped him as he flew away into the distance.
His clothes were all magical artifacts, which could effectively block the attacks of flying swords and also allow him to take to the air and experience the flight that could only be achieved in the realm of supernatural powers.
"It's a good treasure."
A voice rang out laughing from above.
The Crown Prince's expression changed slightly. He looked up and saw a young Taoist priest named Feng Xuyu pointing at him.
A misty rain fell.
The area around the Prince of Pink was shrouded in a mist that stretched from the sky to the ground, making it impossible to see one's hand in front of one's face. No matter where he flew, it seemed as if he had fallen into an endless expanse.
He was filled with fear. What kind of supernatural power was this? Wasn't it said that one could not cultivate supernatural powers in the physical body realm, and that one could only cultivate them when one reached the second level of the supernatural power realm?
The rain lashed against the pipa, violently striking the crimson aura around him, which quickly tore apart, allowing a drop of mist to seep in.
"No!"
The Crimson Prince suddenly roared, took out a ball of pink light, and intended to perish together with the person.
brush!
The mist from the three waters swept in, briefly obscuring the blood mark on the pink orb that belonged to the Crimson Prince.
Then, a burst of mist pierced through the head of the Red-Pink Prince.
The intense fluctuations of the pink orb subsided, and it was handed over to a young Taoist priest.
Jiang Yuan weighed the "Six Desires Yin Thunder" in his hand, a look of surprise and delight appearing in his eyes.
Unexpectedly, this Three Waters Mist Treasure Gourd can actually steal people's treasures, although it can only block them for a short time.
But it was enough to make him extremely happy. He almost thought that Fang Han was going to be brought out and made to suffer the consequences.
However, compared to this Six Desires Yin Thunder, the corpse of the Red-Pink Prince is the best treasure.
With a thought, he used the misty vapor to form a rope and wrapped it around the body of the Red Powder Prince.
The body of the prince was intact, and the look of terror on his face before his death could still be seen.
In addition, the Blood Cotton Demon Robe he wore was also an excellent protective magical artifact.
All magical artifacts were crafted by experts at the fifth level of the Divine Power Realm, the Heavenly Human Realm, who incorporated magic arrays into their creations.
Therefore, even if a magical artifact is broken, as long as the magic array inside is still intact, it can recover after a period of rest.
But none of these treasures are as valuable as the corpse of the Red-Powdered Prince.
If you hand him over to the sect elder, you can exchange him for a Yin-Yang Longevity Pill, a treasure far more valuable than a spiritual weapon.
Even if he sold the Three Waters Mist Gourd he carried, he couldn't afford even a tiny fragment of it.
"I'm rich now." Jiang Yuan happily put away these treasures and packed them into a sack.
There's no way around it; storage items are just too expensive in this world.
Apart from the Taiyi Sect, which has a standardized Void Essence Pouch that can hold things, other sects can only hope to have a Dao artifact if they want to have a Mustard Seed that can hold Sumeru.
Dao artifacts possess spirits; they are magical treasures that have attained enlightenment. They can cultivate autonomously and form their own inner world, making them extremely wondrous.
However, Dao artifacts are very expensive, and apart from a few powerful experts in the Divine Realm with great fortune, they are almost all in the hands of ancient giants.
From this perspective, he seems quite poor again.
Jiang Yuan sighed.
Fang Han landed, and the mist receded from beneath his feet. As a young man with great fortune who was born with a Dao artifact, he did not understand Jiang Yuan's troubles.
It just felt so fast.
They killed them so quickly.
"This is what the demonic path should be like!" Yan said excitedly. "When encountering enemies, we kill them all without hesitation, as long as they are hostile. We also kill their entire family and any related people."
"Fang Han, you need to learn this!"
Fang Han's eyelids twitched. "We are disciples of the Immortal Path."
"It's all the same. And look at Jiang Yuan, he's still hoping someone will make a move so he can take the opportunity to kill them all."
"This is what a cultivator should be like!" Yan used its logic to eloquently instill the principles of the demonic path in Fang Han.
Jiang Yuan waited for a while and, finding that no one around him made a move, revealed a look of regret.
Didn't the original story he was reading mention that there were also ten flying yakshas in this siege?
If you kill them, you can take their corpses back and exchange them for ten magical artifacts from the elders.
This is also a great fortune.
"Could it be that I killed them too quickly and scared them?" Jiang Yuan wondered to himself. That must be it.
Although the Flying Yaksha is a general among the subterranean demons, cruel and unpredictable, he is also intelligent, forming an underground civilization and experiencing joy, anger, sorrow, and happiness.
He should be more careful next time to avoid losing his wealth.
Jiang Yuan reached out and summoned the corpse of a bandit leader. His head was on the bounty of the sect elders and could be exchanged for some Essence Pills.