Longevity and Immortal Cultivation: Starting from Controlling Your Own Essence.

Chapter 95 Landing on Wuyin Island, breaking the formation!

"you!"

Hearing the words, the youth of the Yuwen family suddenly became angry, and a cold light flashed in his eyes, and said coldly:
"It seems that you are toasting and not eating fine wine, my lord..."

Only halfway through his words, there was a blood hole in his throat.

A pale yellow jade crystal condensed out of thin air and flew out, the tip was extremely sharp, and the speed was as fast as lightning, and it pierced through his throat in an instant.

He didn't realize how this spell was issued until he was about to die.

"You... how dare you..."

The young man of the Yuwen family staggered back two steps, clutching his throat and making a "ho ho" sound, his eyes showed consternation and unwillingness, and his body fell back weakly.

Zhang Yao slowly withdrew his fingers, watched the young man's body fall to the ground on his back, and said lightly:

"I wasn't going to pay attention to you."

"But since it's offended me, you can only blame yourselves for being unlucky."

After his words fell, the old man on the side finally realized what had happened, and said with a horrified expression:
"You... Fellow Daoist, you, you killed him?"

"If you kill him, you will kill him. The bully has come to your door. Can you still treat him to dinner?"

Zhang Yao waved his hand with a casual expression.

"This……"

The old man suddenly reacted, his throat was slightly dry, and he couldn't help saying:
"Could fellow daoist be a monk in the mid-stage of Qi refining?"

Although this young monk from the Yuwen family is only at the second level of Qi refining, he can still run rampant in the world of Lu Guo's cultivation of immortals with the middle-level magic weapon left by the Liu family.

But Zhang Yao was able to kill him with a snap of his fingers, so it was obviously unlikely to stay in the early stage of Qi refining.

"good."

Zhang Yao nodded slightly and said:

"It wasn't long after I broke through, and I was planning to leave this place after this batch of spiritual herbs matured."

He said, glanced at the body of the young man from the Yuwen family, and said with a smile:
"But now it seems that there is still something to do."

As soon as the words fell, he waved his sleeves and stepped on a magic weapon flying sword, which instantly turned into a yellow streamer and flew into the sky.

"Fellow Daoist, wait a moment, I'll go back as soon as I go."

After Zhang Yao's twilight disappeared, the old man came to his senses belatedly——Zhang Yao's trip was obviously going to Wuyin Island to wipe out the roots!

"Master!"

The boy on the side had his eyes bright, and said repeatedly:

"This senior has such strength, the Yuwen family must be in great trouble!"

"……good."

As soon as the old man's expression changed, his mind suddenly became alive:
"After hearing about the strength of Wuyin Island, if you still dare to hit the door, you probably have a lot of confidence."

Thinking of this, he couldn't help getting excited, secretly hoping that Zhang Yao would win a big victory, and it would be best to kill Yuwen's family directly.

After the Yuwen family is destroyed, they, the casual cultivators of the Lu country, can usher in a good day.

…………

above the sky.

Zhang Yao's magic power surged, and he drove the flying sword straight to Jiangzhou.

With his current magic power, the flying speed is far faster than before. If he is not hindered by Feijian's grade, he can even travel thousands of miles a day.

"After I broke through to the mid-stage of Qi refining, I just needed a new place to cultivate. After eradicating Yuwen's family, it would be good to stay on Wuyin Island."

Zhang Yao was in a relaxed mood, and did not pay attention to Yuwen's family.

His current magic power is powerful, and he holds a high-level magic weapon, which is enough to rival the late stage of Qi refining. If he uses the secret method of Tiancan, he can fight for the perfection of Qi refining.

A small Yuwen family, even if he has a high-level magic weapon, he can't make waves.

And if it is said that the Yuwen family has any hole cards that can threaten the monks who established the foundation, it is obviously impossible. If there is such a thing, the old lady Liu would not have come to Lu country to seek refuge in despair.

After more than an hour, Zhang Yao had traveled thousands of miles, from Yunzhou in the southwest of Lu State to Jiangzhou.

"Baibo Lake is here..."

High above the sky, Zhang Yao stepped on the flying sword and looked down at the huge lake that couldn't be seen at a glance. He couldn't help but think back to the past.

Li Xiaofeng, the Cao Gang back then, actually guessed right, there really is a fairy family in Baibo Lake—the Wuyin Island, the head of the three spiritual veins, is hidden in the depths of Baibo Lake.

But he waited all his life, but in the end he waited for the wrong person.

The white-clothed young man he ran into was not a monk from the Lu Kingdom, because Qi-refining monks had no ability to cross storms at all.

In the face of Huanghuang Tianwei, even if it is only a remaining thunderstorm, at least a foundation cultivator is qualified to cross it, and it is still a long way from consummation of Qi refining.

The cup of Xianjia fine wine that made him reborn was obviously not produced by Lu Guoneng.

"In the blink of an eye, almost 200 years have passed."

Zhang Yao was filled with emotions.

Who exactly did Li Xiaofeng meet on Baibo Lake back then? After such a long time, it has long been impossible to figure it out.

Time has passed, and Wuyin Island has changed owners several times. Now it belongs to Yuwen's family, but it will be named Zhang soon.

A moment later, Zhang Yao drove the flying sword into the depths of Baibo Lake, and saw an island shrouded in mist at a glance.

Wuyin Island is not big, but only seven or eight miles in radius, but the surrounding lakes are covered in thick fog and covered with hidden reefs, which is a restricted area for fishermen.

Ten breaths later, Zhang Yao came to the outside of Wuyin Island.

A yellow-brown flag slid out of his sleeve and fell into Zhang Yao's hands. After entering the mana, it rose against the wind.

"go with!"

The yellow-brown mist rose and turned into a khaki-colored giant python, which slammed down brazenly.

Only a loud "bang" was heard, and the mist with a radius of hundreds of feet swayed away, and the formation that protected Wuyin Island was forced to break a gap.

Facing the high-level magic weapon with full power, the magic circle that once protected Wuyin Island and killed all directions is nothing but a chicken and a dog.

"Who?!"

An exclamation came from Wuyin Island, and a ray of light hurried into the sky.

Zhang Yao broke into Wuyin Island, and with a glance, he saw six monks.

The leader of the group hovered in mid-air with a flying sword. He was in his fifties, wearing a purple python robe, and looked at Zhang Yao in surprise.

The five monks below, old and young, are gathering together at the moment, holding magical artifacts on guard.

They were all wearing bright yellow python robes, which were exactly the same style as the robes of the Yuwen family monk who died in his hands before.

"Who is Your Excellency?!"

Yu Wenhua spoke cautiously, with a hint of fear and doubt in his eyes.

With his fifth level of Qi Refining, he couldn't see the person's cultivation base, obviously the other party's realm was higher than his.

When did such a strong man come to the world of Lu Guoxiu Immortals?
"It doesn't matter who I am."

Zhang Yao spoke slowly, with a flat tone:

"The so-called misfortune and fortune have no way, only people call for themselves. Your Yuwen family has been domineering in Lu Guoxiu's realm for decades, and it's time to pay off your debts."

"Today, I am here to take your life."

When Yu Wenhua on the opposite side heard the words, his complexion suddenly became gloomy:
"Looking for death...do it!"

As soon as the words fell, including Yu Wenhua, the six Qi-refining monks of the Yuwen family all shot together, and all kinds of magical weapons flew towards Zhang Yao, aiming at the vital points of Zhang Yao's body.

In an instant, a cloud of yellow-brown mist like a sandstorm surged, forming a thick wall of mist around Zhang Yao.

"Boom!" "Boom!"...

The magical weapons of the five monks at the early stage of refining Qi bombarded the protective layer formed by the thick soil Lianyun flag, which only caused some ripples in the yellow-brown mist, but it could not shake it at all.

"Boom!"

A dull bang like the beating of a drum exploded.

Yu Wenhua also fell to the ground, offering a piece of stone inkstone the size of a millstone, which was heavily pierced on the yellow-brown fog wall, but was directly sunk inside, unable to extricate himself.

(End of this chapter)