klisemfg Chapter 412 Borrowing flowers to offer to Buddha
Chapter 412 Borrowing flowers to offer to Buddha
"It's almost over." Yun Suyue's attention was focused on the sky.
She looked around but didn't see Yu Di. "Where is Yu Di?"
Huoyu replied, "The guy smelled the fragrance of medicine and went to look for herbs."
Yun Suyue ignored them and glanced towards the back hall. "Jiuyan, Huoyu, the two of you go check on Qingxuan and Qingmo. I've sent them to capture Bei Benshu's wife and children."
"How long have you been gone?" Huoyu had a bad feeling.
"Half a cup of tea, go quickly." Yun Suyue frowned, hoping nothing would happen.
She had thought Qingxuan and Qingmo were already at the Intermediate Ninth Stage, so they should be fine. The three most powerful members of Bei Benshu's wife and children were already dead. However, she had forgotten that the Beidou Sword Sect was a century-old sect, and there was no guarantee that Bei Benshu wouldn't have retained a great martial arts master to protect his wife and children.
"Let's go!" Huoyu and Jiuyan instantly soared into the sky and flew towards the back hall.
Before the two of them reached the back hall, they heard a fierce fight. Ten disciples at the middle level of the ninth stage were surrounding and killing Qingxuan and Qingmo. In addition, a row of people at the peak of the ninth stage were standing in front of Bei Benshu's wife and children.
They were wondering why there were so few disciples above the ninth level in this century-old sect. It turned out that Bei Benshu had called them all to protect his wife and children.
Fortunately, Qingxuan and Qingmo had both experienced countless battles. Although they were surrounded and attacked, they were not at a disadvantage, they just suffered some injuries.
"boom!"
"We are here, Nine Flames, quick victory."
Huoyu and Jiuyan fell and sent a large group flying. The remaining few Ninth Stage Intermediate Level disciples were all killed. The two drew their swords and flew towards the row of Ninth Stage Late Level Peak Level disciples. "Come on, let's go."
"You are so arrogant. If you come, you will die." The ten people moved in unison. They were well prepared and picked up the things at hand and threw them at Huoyu and Jiuyan.
Huoyu was a mid-level Great Martial Sect master with profound skills. He returned the object thrown to him intact with a backhand palm, scaring a large group of people away. "Ah, run!"
But it was too late. Huoyu curled his lips and immediately slapped the package to pieces. A pungent black poison spread out instantly.
Qingxuan and his four companions immediately soared into the sky and flew far away. Some of the disciples also escaped. The remaining wives and children of Bei Benshu were in a miserable state. They were hit by the black poisonous fog and fell to the ground with a shrill scream, never to get up again.
Huoyu and Jiuyan landed and took a look. "What a horrible poisonous fog! It can actually corrode flesh and blood. It's almost the same as the princess' corpse-dissolving water."
Just when he said this, Huoyu suddenly remembered, "Yes, Jiuyan, quickly take out a bottle of corpse-dissolving water. We were so busy fighting, how could we forget such a good thing?
Wouldn't it be quick to use the corpse-dissolving water to deal with those disciples? Quick, quick, quick."
"Bang! Yes, we are both really stupid." Jiuyan also slapped his forehead and suddenly realized it. He quickly took out the corpse-dissolving water and turned into a sprinter to chase the disciples who were fleeing in all directions.
It was too easy for the Great Martial Sect to deal with a few peak-level ninth-level warriors. As for Bei Benshu's wives and children, they didn't need them to deal with them at all, as they were killed by his own poisonous mist. Fortunately, Yun Suyue remembered and sent them. Otherwise, Qingxuan and Qingmo would have been seriously injured if they didn't die in the final round of fighting.
Finally, the four people entered the back hall and found a lot of treasures, mostly weapons. There was a room full of weapons, and each of the four people picked a good sword as a backup weapon.
Jiuyan is a loving wife. He always considers Jiuli and specially picked a sharp and beautiful short blade for Jiuli.
Qingxuan's peripheral vision flashed, and he saw a fiery red whip. This whip was no less powerful than the Chaos Whip. When it was swung, it looked like a red fire dragon, carrying a fiery breath.
Qing Mo and Qing Xuan thought the same thing, "This whip is so beautiful, it suits our princess."
"You think about your princess all day long. This whip belongs to my wife." Yu Di came.
Qing Xuan gripped the whip tightly, "Your wife doesn't need a whip."
Yu Di immediately grabbed it and said, "Two whips from your princess are enough for three lifetimes. I'll trade her some herbs."
Yu Di showed Qing Xuan a handful of herbs with dirt on them that he had picked up. He had indeed never seen them in the space, which was why he ran so fast to dig them up.
"This?" Qingxuan was still a little reluctant. He had finally come across such a good whip.
"Okay, you guys really care about her, he knows it. Do you think given her relationship with my wife, she will refuse to give it to you if you ask her directly?" Yu Di raised his handsome face, as proud as a fox.
"Take it, the herbs all belong to the princess." Qingxuan did not want to suffer any loss. He put the whip in his hand and took away all the herbs from Yu Di's hand.
He turned around and picked up another weapon, which was an exquisite box. When he opened it, there was a row of specially made silver needles inside, which were several sizes larger than the ones used by Yun Suyue.
He would never forget the tear that Yun Suyue dropped on his face, and no matter what, he had to borrow flowers to offer to the Buddha and find a decent gift for the princess. During the battle, he saw Yun Suyue using silver needles to instantly cast, and this one was more useful than the silver needles. He quickly put it away, fearing that Yu Di would see it and ask for it again.
"Don't worry, I don't want this." Yu Di stood behind Qingxuan like a ghost.
Qingxuan was convinced, "I won't give it to you even if you want it."
After returning, he handed the box to Yun Suyue like a treasure, "Princess, here."
"What?" Yun Suyue was looking at Si Yanzhuo who was walking towards her and Bei Benshu who was lying on the ground defeated.
Qingxuan Qingfeng smiled and said, "Borrowing flowers to offer to Buddha."
"Oh, what you picked must be very good." Yun Suyue smiled as she opened the box, her eyes lighting up, "It's exactly what I want, it's a perfect replacement for my silver needles.
To be honest, every time I use silver needles, I feel bad. The silver needles I use are specially made to cure diseases and save lives, not special hidden weapons. But this box is a special hidden weapon, Qingxuan, thank you."
"Ahem, Princess, you are too polite." Qingxuan felt a little embarrassed and silently memorized the size and appearance of the box of needles.
Not far away, Tian Tian had already taken action. She begged Yun Suyue to give her a chance to personally avenge her father and sister. The little girl looked at Xiao Baihua and was very fierce when she got angry. She stabbed Bei Benshu dozens of times in a row, each of the swords missed the vital parts, deliberately torturing Bei Benshu.
"Old beast, do you remember the girl you raped and killed on the mountain? She was my only sister! Do you remember the civilian man who was severely injured by your disciples? He was my father!
We, father and daughter, depended on each other for survival. We had a good life, but you ruined it in one day. Even if you die a thousand times or ten thousand times, it will not be enough to atone for the heinous crime you committed. You beast, beast, beast..."
Tian Tian kept stabbing Bei Benshu, venting her anger, crying her heart out, and laughing happily.
"Father, sister, did you see that? The person who killed you is finally dead, dead, wuwu..."