Little junior sister, she cried in the world of cultivating immortals

But the next moment, the runes formed an array, completely covering the sky.

The expressions of Yang Li's group completely changed.

They also realized that the two of them were probably not monks in this fishing village, and maybe they had other identities!

"Who are you? Don't flood the Dragon King Temple and beat your own family!"

The reason why these casual cultivators gathered near the Sea of ​​No Return was because they were hired by others.

Maybe they all have the same goal.

Yang Li estimated the probability of victory in this battle in his heart. He really didn't want to confront others head-on, waste their resources and cause casualties.

"If you are also here for those spiritual ships, how about we go fifty-fifty?"

Yang Li's words immediately made a group of villagers in Wushan Village nervous.

Did the two brothers, Xiao Lu, really come here for the spirit boat?

But the spirit boat is what they eat. If the spirit boat is lost, where will they go?

Today, almost all parts of the Central Spiritual Realm are divided and occupied by major forces. It is difficult for ordinary monks to have a foothold.

They can only be forced to wander and be involved in those wars.

Lu Qingye didn't speak, nor did he stop his movements.

With the help of the Talisman Formation, Yang Li's advantage was gradually suppressed.

At this moment, he also understood that Lu Qingye and the two were probably not here for those spirit ships, nor were they on the same road with them!

Suddenly a fierce light burst out in his eyes.

Without saying anything else, his whole body's spiritual power surged, and he fought with all his strength against Lu Qingye.

Lu Qingye used the power of the formation to hunt in the wind, and the colorless and odorless medicinal powder also flew in the wind.

At first, Yang Li and the others didn't notice anything was wrong at all, but when the spiritual power in their bodies drained away quickly and their bodies became sore, they realized that they and others might have been poisoned.

And it’s also a very weird and overbearing poison! Otherwise, with their cultivation, how could they not be able to deal with ordinary poisons? Yang Li quickly took the detoxification pill and used part of his spiritual power to push back the toxins that had lingered in his dantian.

But after some operations, the toxin could not be dispelled at all, and even the detoxification pill seemed to have lost its effect.

"Oh!"

The sound of the first monk falling to the ground suddenly made Yang Li's face tremble.

After several attempts to detoxify, the body became weaker and weaker.

Yang Li gasped and planned to evacuate.

However, they were trapped by the talisman formation.

More and more monks fell down, and Lu Qingye winked at Li Yan.

This poison is made from those strange poisonous grasses in the secret realm. Although it has miraculous effects, based on Yang Li's cultivation and the spiritual power in their bodies, it will lose its effect after an hour.

So they have to move quickly.

When Li Yan received the signal, he did not act carelessly.

The moonlight is slightly cool, casting a faint brilliance in the fishing village.

Li Yan raised his sword and dropped it, blood spilled on the ground, and several monks lost their breath.

Fang Yangli wanted to break the formation violently, but was restrained by Lu Qingye.

Yang Li's eyes were about to burst as he looked at one of the Nascent Soul Dzogchen cultivators.

"Fang Chen, self-destruct! I will take care of your family from now on!"

The face of the male cultivator named Fang Chen changed, and he looked at Yang Li and Lu Qingye with red eyes.

He had no choice. From the moment he took this road and took the lives of countless innocent monks, he was destined to be inseparable from Yang Li and the others.

Fang Chen showed a ferocious expression and mobilized the spiritual power in his body to rush towards the Nascent Soul in his Dantian. (End of chapter)