After transmigrating into a waste wood in the world of cultivating immortals, I bound the demon king

Chapter 115
The old man is already at the Golden Core Dzogchen, and he is only one opportunity away from the Nascent Soul stage. There are many monks around the middle stage of the Golden Core or above. Judging by their attire, they seem to be from some big families, aristocratic families, or They are some light-weight figures in casual cultivators.

The sect disciples whose cultivation level was lower than theirs only dared to watch from the sidelines, and did not dare to step forward easily.

Li Jiannan from the Hidden Sword Sect gritted his teeth and said to Kong Dewei: "Damn it, didn't the Rogue Cultivator Alliance say they would only send less than 50 people? We have already encountered hundreds of people, right? They are so untrustworthy, I have to report it when I get back Zhangmen people"

Kong Dewei had a peaceful smile on his face and said nothing, but Li Jiannan didn't notice that a nematode shape was looming in his pupils.

Li Jiannan looked at him with some doubts, "It's strange, Junior Brother Kong, why are you so silent today?"

Kong Dewei's expression was slightly stiff, trying to look like a normal person, "I'm thinking about how to get more skills."

After hearing this, Li Jiannan breathed a sigh of relief, this is Junior Brother Kong, that's right, but why are the three girls of Penglai Sect still sticking to their sect?
The situation on Qi Yunting's side was not good.

"The orange technique is no longer with me." His throat was fishy. The fall just now was too serious. His chest hurt when he spoke, and he was kicked to the ground again by the old man.

His eyes got up with resentment, and from the corner of his eyes, he saw the extremely bright Leng Qingning in the crowd, and a gleam appeared in his eyes.

This woman was not dead. It seemed that she was quite capable. Qi Yunting was moved by a beautiful and capable female cultivator.

How can I find a way to strike up a conversation with her?

Female cultivators generally tend to be soft-hearted, so why not try to be miserable in front of her? Maybe it will work.

He clutched his chest and pretended to be vulnerable, "You hurry up and look for it now, maybe you can still find the technique. If it's too late, someone else will get there first."

Leng Qingning inexplicably felt her nose itch, and couldn't help but want to sneeze. Who is plotting against her?
The old man glared angrily at his exposed eyes and said, "Fart, I clearly saw it was you who secretly climbed up and took it away!"

"Boy, I advise you to confess quickly, otherwise, I have plenty of ways to deal with you!" A strangely dressed man with scorpion braids and green lips grinned fiercely, trying to forcefully pour a bottle of green potion into him. mouth.

After seeing the bottle of potion, several strangely dressed men around the man with the scorpion braid subconsciously stepped aside with fear on their faces.

Chu Xiangyu looked at this person with a solemn look on his face, "It's the Scorpion Poison King. I didn't expect him to sneak into the secret realm!"

The girl in yellow beside him was named Lu Yinyin, and the girl said solemnly, "What! I didn't expect there to be evil cultivators in here. Let me just say, why did so many people come in in the first place?"

In addition to their four major sects in the eastern mainland, there is also a cultivating sect that causes headaches for all monks—the Huangquan sect.

The Huangquan sect is full of evil cultivators who are ruthless, eccentric, and regard human life as worthless. Countless disciples of the cultivating sect died tragically at their hands, and were used as medicine men, corpse refining, or soul extraction.

All the cultivators in the Eastern Continent hated the members of the Yellow Spring Sect. This scorpion poison king pretended to be a casual cultivator and sneaked into the secret realm. No wonder there were so many strangers in the secret realm these days, and all the disciples looked very ugly.

"Wait a minute, this man looks familiar. Isn't he the one who was escorted here by the Qi family in China?" Several of the people in the crowd were survivors from the previous library hall, and they immediately saw through it. The identity of the male lead of the harem.

As soon as he heard his identity, all the decorations in Donglin Continent suddenly united inexplicably.

"What? He turned out to be a monk from another continent, so we can't let him go. Hurry and search his body to see if he has taken away any resources from our continent!"

Scorpion Braid is about to attack Qi Yunting.

Suddenly, a ray of spiritual power struck along the scorpion braid. The green potion in his hand was knocked to the ground when he swallowed it. It was scattered all over the ground. There was a sting. All the monks stepped back at the same time to avoid being affected by the poisonous gas. The white ground was instantly covered with poison. Large areas of corrosion.

Everyone was suddenly shocked and gasped. This Scorpion Poison King was indeed well-deserved, and his ability to poison was truly remarkable.

Qi Yunting has been communicating with Mr. Hong in his heart, "Mr. Hong, can you help me find out whose hands the orange skill has fallen into?" He was only one step away from getting the orange skill, and a sudden force made him He was really unwilling to let all his previous efforts go to waste.

Mr. Hong did not expect that such a strange power would appear in this weak Donglin Continent. Facing this power, he also felt fearful.The power of thunder and lightning is the most deadly to a soul like him, and it will make him fly away if he is not careful.

He sighed and said in a weak tone.

(Little Yunzi, just now I have spent a lot of spiritual power to stop these people. That person's poison skill is very good. With my current strength, it is very difficult to refine the antidote. Now I can only use I wish you the last strength to leave here, it is not suitable to stay here for a long time, you should leave first!)

(As for the opportunity, I will find a way to help you find other better ones. As for this orange exercise, you should forget about it for the time being.)
He originally thought that he was sure to win with the divine technique, but he didn't expect that mysterious power would appear halfway through, causing his efforts to fall short.

Thinking that the orange technique he had obviously obtained was missing, Qi Yunting's eyes were red and his heart was bleeding with anger.

But at this moment, there are wolves in front of us and tigers behind us, so retreat is the best way.

"Old Hong, let's go"

Suddenly, a white light flashed across Qi Yunting's body, and disappeared under the eyes of everyone.

"How could this happen? There is clearly an enchantment package here, how did he pass it on?" Li Han didn't dare to believe it, and his words were also the voice of many people.

Bai Xichen explained: "There is only one possibility. That is, there is an extremely powerful senior behind him who temporarily breaks the barrier to open a small passage to help him leave here,"

Zhao Zhiyong beamed and said, "Senior Brother Bai, you know so much!

Bai Xichen's cheeks flushed immediately, and he said shyly, "No way, I just like to read some idle books at ordinary times."

The Scorpion Poison King didn't expect this boy to be so evil. He was taking out a bottle of poison and preparing to force him to submit. Unexpectedly, this boy disappeared in front of him.

Damn it, he had to catch this brat.

The orange level skills have been taken away, and everyone left started to snatch the blue light spots.

In an instant, all the monks were wrestling together again, and the Poison Scorpion King suddenly looked at Leng Qingning with a gloomy look, with a hint of calculation in his eyes.

(End of this chapter)