Chapter 123 Support

  In a small courtyard, Xuan Qi sat cross-legged, holding a small ball in his hand, using the Qigong technique to infuse it with energy. He thought of the direction of his target and then threw the ball out.

  Piaoxiao threw out of the door, flew twenty meters away, and hit the target on the fake mountain, right in the red heart. After throwing a hundred small balls in a row, the hit rate reached 100%, Xuanqi felt dizzy and his eyes kept turning black, the true energy in his body was exhausted, and he quickly operated the Dinglong transformation to absorb the spiritual energy around him, and his dry body seemed to swell up like a sponge again.

  After a while, Xuan Qi opened his eyes and excitedly said: "I can really use the air bullet technique with Qigong!" This was also an extraordinary feeling. During target practice in the morning, Xuan Qi thought it was just his imagination, but he didn't expect it to be real. If he could infuse Qigong into the bullets, Xuan Qi could achieve a hundred percent hit rate.

  "The technique will not become outdated, the key is to learn and use it vividly." Old Ding suddenly said with a serious tone: "A master of Taoist magic is not about practicing profound and mysterious techniques, but rather he can use the most correct technique at the most opportune moment to exert the greatest lethality."

  Lao Ding felt it was necessary to give Xuan Qi some basic knowledge: "In the era of Emperor Huangdi, there was a great wizard who attached his true energy inside his body to an arrow and shot down nine suns in the sky. His name was Hou Yi."

  Xuan Qi nodded and realized that these two methods were indeed ingenious, attaching the Zhong Qi technique to it, changing the flight trajectory to directly hit the target, with the true energy flowing continuously, and achieving a hundred hits.

  Just as they were about to start the next round of experiments, the phone on the table suddenly vibrated. Xuan Qi picked it up and put it to his ear, and heard a coarse, heavy breathing sound: "We've been possessed by evil spirits! We're in the jujube forest and we can't get out, the compass doesn't work, the sky is always dark, even with satellite positioning, no matter how we walk, we'll always end up back where we started. What should we do?"

  What is meant by "ghost hitting the wall" is that when walking at night or in the suburbs, one cannot distinguish directions, has a vague sense of self-perception, and does not know where to go. Even if they take a step forward, they still end up circling around the same spot.

  The ghost wall is also a relatively low-level maze. Some places naturally form ghost walls, while others are man-made modifications of ghost walls. The mission of the dagger squad this time will definitely attract the attention of high-ranking Xuanwu masters, so this ghost wall is set up by humans, just to trap them until they are exhausted and then kill them.

  "Build a defensive position on the spot and ignore whatever happens outside. Send me your current location and watch the countdown on your watch. Twelve hours later, I will appear in front of you." Xuan Qi memorized a coordinate on his palm with a pen before ending the call.

  "Twelve hours, this time is a bit tight." Old Ding was somewhat worried: "Do you have the Air-riding Technique..." As he said this, Old Ding suddenly remembered that now wasn't like before, there were modern tools that could travel thousands of miles in a day.

  Xuan Qi went to the capital airport and bought a ticket to Xinjiang Province that departed an hour later. Four and a half hours later, Xuan Qi appeared in Xinjiang Province. Then, he pried open the lock of a car on the side of the road, pulled out the ignition wires, and started the engine. Xuan Qi drove the car towards the border region. After driving several hundred kilometers, Xuan Qi stopped the car and stole a license plate from a gas station parking lot on the roadside.

  Taking advantage of the time difference, they changed their license plate and continued to drive forward. Before dawn, Xuan Qi rushed to the border line outside, seeing a piece of wild jujube forest.

  "Psst!" Old Lao pressed down his excitement and whispered: "This is indeed a good place, no wonder there's a ghost hitting the wall. Take a closer look and see what you can make out?"

  Xuan Qi pushed open the car door and looked far away, seeing that the entire wild jujube forest was swirling with a dark black air, although it had been a thousand years, but it hadn't changed its thinness, instead becoming more and more dense.

  "Is this an ancient battlefield?" Xuán Qí hesitated: "Are the soldiers who died in battle buried under the wild jujube forest?"

  "Yes, because no one is here to recite scriptures, and there's no way to dispel the evil energy here, so the deceased soldiers have all become malevolent spirits." Old Ding said as he whispered the scripture for delivering the dead souls into Lianqi's ear: "Memorize it well, you'll need it someday."

  Xuan Qi nodded slowly and then took out a iron skewer from under the chair. The sharp iron skewer shone brightly in the morning light. Xuan Qi had passed by a barbecue stall and bought a bunch of meat skewers. Now that the meat was finished, only the iron skewers were left, each one gleaming with a cold light, all of them becoming deadly weapons.

  "The enemy is somewhere, I know it too and won't tell you, now it's also a test." Old Ding said, his eyes suddenly emitting two cold electric lights. Xuan Qi felt an inexplicable chill all over his body, as if his body was wrapped in a thick layer of substance. Then he heard Old Ding continue to say: "I'll put the Tian Ding battle armor on you first, remember this can only block one bullet."

  Xuan Qi nodded silently and then entered the jujube forest. He took out his mobile phone from his pocket and dialed Hu Xu's number: "I'm in the woods, have any enemies appeared around you?"

  The whiskers breathed heavily, these twelve hours were truly thrilling, the gang took turns resting, in the dark forest, a cavalry suddenly appeared, medieval armored knights, riding tall horses, wearing full-body armor, holding knight guns and charging.

  Knowing it was an illusion, he couldn't help but pull the trigger, and the bullets shattered one by one. Fortunately, everyone was a seasoned veteran, with hearts as hard as iron, and they immediately stopped firing after realizing something was off. Steel Tooth had also set up several bouncing mines on the ground, and the illusions were endless. Everything was fake. If it were real, it would have triggered the landmines.

  It was as if they were watching a movie, and the veterans felt their worldview being subverted. Fortunately, they had met Xuan Qi a few days ago and knew that there were people beyond ordinary reason in this world, so they had psychological preparation. With Xuan Qi rushing to their aid, they gritted their teeth and persevered.

  Now that Xuan Qi has arrived, everyone's heart is lifted. Hu Xu continued to tell what had just happened, and the enemy still hadn't discovered anything.

  Xuanqi hid on a large tree, gazing far away at the camp of seventeen people. The surrounding area had three wild jujube trees that formed a magic array, blocking the path of the military knife squad. Xuanqi carefully observed and discovered that these three trees were transplanted by humans, not naturally formed. As long as he destroyed these three trees, he could break through the current predicament.

  In the phone, Xuan Qi and Hu Xu studied a good strategy, then let them wait for the signal, after which Xuan Qi cut off communication. Like a nimble and agile raccoon dog, he disappeared in this patch of jujube forest.

  Near three jujube trees, not far underground, a periscope protruded from the ground, cautiously observing the enemy across the way. A Muslim wearing a moon-colored robe and headscarf had a frown on his face, uttering a strange cry in a string of languages, and then a bunch of illusions rushed towards the enemy.

  "Stop wasting your energy" beside the cave, a Han-attired man said in fluent foreign language: "I am summoning evil spirits, after some time, I will make them die in fear, and offer their blood and flesh to our lord."

  In front of this man, a particularly eerie circle was drawn. He cut his wrist with a dagger and let the fresh blood in his body flow out. The rolling blood filled the patterns in the picture, and there was a fierce pattern storm in the air. The spiritual energy began to stir, and a black whirlpool appeared in the void, as if some evil creature was being summoned.

  Xuan Qi had been unable to find the hiding place of this group of people, when suddenly he felt a fierce spiritual energy fluctuation not far away. He hastily used his Spiritual Sense Technique to look over and saw a cluster of black smoke gathering together, as if some strange creature was growing inside.

  "Can you see through the other's moves?" Lao Ding began to test Xuan Qi again. A Xian cultivator not only needs to have martial power, but also wisdom, and of course, extensive knowledge is also essential.

  "It's definitely not visible, I'm just a novice." Xuan Qi shook his head, tightly grasping the iron tongs in his hand, and said in a low voice: "However, it can be guessed that the opponent is definitely an outsider cultivator. According to the outsider's beliefs, he is either a Muslim or an Islamic practitioner."

  "You actually guessed it right, the other party is indeed a Muslim, and there are two people in total. One of them is skilled in illusions and can steal people's souls. The other one is skilled in summoning and is currently summoning an evil creature from the underworld. Both of them are very powerful and not someone you can handle." Old Turtle continued with his second test: "What would you do in this situation?"

  "If even you can't win by adding up, then there's only running away" Xuan Qi said with a deliberate palm under his chin: "Is there really no way? What a pity for those dozen good men."

  "Hey kid, don't get too worked up." Old Ding chuckled: "If it were just you and me, we wouldn't be able to take them down, but with the seventeen men from Lin's village added in, that's a different story. You should know their weapons aren't for show."

  Lao Ding is also learning about this world through Xuan Qi. The original pride and disdain in his eyes have all turned to nothingness. As the spiritual energy on Earth withers away, coupled with a century of turmoil and upheaval, as well as several major calamities in recent times, the Xuanmen has entered its Dharma Ending Era. Although there are still some Xuanmen disciples who can move about undetected, their Dao techniques cannot compare to those of the past. Some ignorant people even view certain techniques as mere magic tricks or superpowers.

  At the same time as Laojun's sorrow, he was also shocked. After the Dharma-ending era, humans entered what is called the technological era, with guns, artillery, airplanes, and atomic bombs, and even flew into space and landed on the moon. These things made this old turtle feel a chill run down its spine. A cultivator like Xuán Qí, if hit by a bullet in the head, would also die.

  Even in the era of Taoist magic, Tongtian Daren's Xuanxiu was unable to confront head-on the atomic bomb's power that had surpassed the limits of Xuanxiu and reached the level of Tianjie. Even if a Xuanxiu with a complete set of skills were to confront it head-on, they would be reduced to ashes. Therefore, Lao Ding decided to keep up with the times and planned to use modern firearms to deal with these incompetent little cultivators.