Gou became an immortal and became an ancestor in the world of immortality

Chapter 28 The Dark Magic Bottle
Ten breaths later, eight spiritual rainbows wearing cloud-patterned white robes pierced the night sky and flew quickly.

After a lot of fighting, the Yang family monks finally repelled the enemies and rushed to Linggu.

"Qing Yuan!"

With a sweep of his consciousness, Fifth Elder Yang Chengfeng's expression suddenly changed slightly, and he hurriedly escaped with two figures.

In contrast, the other four figures, led by Yang Qinghe, a ninth-level Qi practitioner, continued to pursue the direction in which Jie Xiu left.

"Ahem. Fifth Elder."

Yang Qingyuan endured the injury, his pale face looked slightly ashamed, he lowered his head and said bitterly: "Qingyuan is incompetent and failed to protect Linggu Zhouquan."

Looking around, many of the brick walls in the surrounding courtyards collapsed and were damaged, and the corpses of several spiritual farmers lying in silence were lying everywhere. The blood spilled seemed to dye the spiritual land red.

Even if there were occasional survivors, they would fall to the ground with broken arms and legs, severely injured and wailing.

"It's not your fault."

Yang Chengfeng helped him stand upright, quickly took out a healing elixir from his storage bag and asked him to take it.

"This incident was premeditated by the Song family. If we really want to decide who is right and who is wrong, no one can escape the relationship."

A trace of sigh and exhaustion flashed across his old face. He shook his head and said comfortingly: "Don't worry, this matter is over. The family will definitely seek justice for you."

Hearing this, Yang Qingyuan nodded bitterly, and immediately used the elixir to circulate his spiritual power, gradually stopping the injury.

Beside him, among the people who came to help, Yang Dahai, who was getting fatter and fatter, looked at the miserable scene around him, his face full of anxiety and worry, and he immediately apologized and flew to the familiar courtyard.

"Brother Zhengran! Brother Zhengran!"

The anxious shouts echoed through the courtyard, but no matter how they echoed, there was no response.

As the door of the room was violently pushed open and looking at everything empty in front of him, Yang Dahai's mood gradually sank to the bottom.

"No, Brother Zhengran will be fine."

Like a wounded deer, he glared, shook his head, and flew out of the courtyard, circling the entire spiritual valley.

"No, neither is this."

Gradually, he looked at all the surviving spiritual farmers, and he did not spare any of the corpses.

Until the last blood-stained corpse that died tragically was turned over by him, revealing an unfamiliar face covered in blood, Yang Dahai had lost confidence and his body was trembling slightly.

"How. How."

Unbelievable murmurs sounded, and Yang Dahai felt that the world seemed to have fallen into gray.

rustle!

Suddenly, the sound of the spiritual rice being overturned came from behind.

Subconsciously, Yang Dahai quickly turned around and looked towards the dark spiritual rice field.

Immediately, a line of linen was torn, and the rickety spirit farmer, who was covering his waist injury, stepped over the spiritual rice, and his figure was faintly revealed.

"No." Yang Dahai looked away in disappointment.

"Uncle Xu, walk slower."

The next breath, a familiar voice sounded.

His body stiffened, and Yang Dahai quickly looked at it again, as if he wanted to see through the darkness behind Old Man Xu.

Immediately, heavy footsteps were heard, and then there was a familiar figure in blue linen, supporting the old man Lingnong, slowly stepping out of the spiritual rice bush, revealing his face in the darkness.

In an instant, Yang Dahai's eyes widened.

"Brother Zhengran?"

There was a trembling sound of surprise, and Li Zhengran and the two were slightly startled, and quickly looked up.

"The sea?"

More than ten miles away from Linggu, the leader of the robbery cultivator fled quickly with the remaining six black-robed men behind him, heading straight to a hidden meeting place that was originally planned.

hum!
Immediately, when he detected the figure in the mountains and fields below with his spiritual sense, a gloomy look flashed in his eyes, and he waved his hand and led everyone down quickly.

"Brother Song Xian!"

The rough voice carried a trace of undisguised coldness, and a group of black-robed cultivators received the signal and secretly moved to the surrounding corners to quietly block everything.

"Originally we agreed to attack together with me, but I understand and you secretly." The face of the leader of the robbery cultivators hidden in the black mask was as gloomy as water, and his tone was solemn: "Could this be a joke?"

As soon as he finished speaking, even though he was a little tired and weak after the battle, the spiritual pressure from the eighth level of Qi training was still as strong as ever.

Seeing this, Song Tianli, who was wearing a gray robe, put down his hood and said calmly: "The Yang family is a foundation-building family after all, so naturally there are some hidden secrets."

"Song is not talented. He happened to encounter a person earlier and he was already shot to death."

While he was talking, he patted his storage bag and took out a pale white head. He was about middle-aged, with wide eyes full of unwillingness.

Although he was a bit unfamiliar, the leader of Jie Xiu paused slightly, and most of his doubts were quietly dissipated.

"I see."

"but."

The leader of Jie Xiu paused and narrowed his eyes slightly: "This incident caused a lot of losses to a certain family, and even one of his brothers died."

"Brother Song Xian, you think this is what you should do."

"Haha." Song Tianli heard the implication of his words and didn't say much. He immediately took off a storage bag from his waist and said in a calm tone:

"There are 300 yuan of low-grade spiritual stones agreed upon here, plus a medium-grade magic weapon."

"How about just pretending that Song apologizes?"

Hearing this, the leader of Jie Xiu looked surprised, as if he did not expect that the people of the Song family, who had always been domineering, would be so happy this time.

After hesitating for a moment, he didn't think much, and took the storage bag into his hand with a roll of spiritual power.

After scanning with his spiritual consciousness and discovering that what he contained was exactly what the other party said, the leader of Jie Xiu dispelled his doubts and pretended to be bold: "Brother Song Xian is so refreshing!"

"It is expected that the brother who died was considered to be an acquaintance of Izumi!"

After saying this, Song Tianli nodded lightly, and then walked forward slowly as if casually, asking as he walked: "Is there anyone following you from the Yang family?"

"Of course there are people, but the brothers are walking fast, so it doesn't matter."

The leader of the robbery cultivator smiled and put the storage bag into his pocket without being too vigilant. Instead, he continued: "Speaking of which, the Yang family does have some skills."

"Although Yang Qingyuan is at the seventh level of Qi training, after swallowing a Exploding Yuan Dan, I..."

However, before he finished speaking, he saw a dark shadow flash in front of him.

puff!
Blood spattered, and the leader of Jie Xiu's eyes widened.

Looking down, a white palm covered with spiritual power penetrated his chest when he was not prepared.

"Song"

"Ha ha."

Song Tianli smiled evilly, and before he could finish speaking, he suddenly squeezed his heart to pieces.

Suddenly, the dignified leader of the robbery cultivation at the eighth level of Qi training lost his breath and refused to die.

In an instant, the faces of the six black-robed tribulation cultivators around him changed drastically, and they quickly used their spiritual power to escape or take action.

But before they could make any move, they saw several black lights suddenly emerge from the ground beneath them, trapping them in the blink of an eye.

"no, do not want"

"Ho ho."

Amidst the whimpering sounds of struggle, a dark vial quietly emerged from above Song Tianli's head.

In the next breath, everyone present, including the leader of the robbery cultivator, began to dry up rapidly, as if all flesh, flesh and spiritual power had been sucked out.

In contrast, the surface of the pitch-black vial was filled with dark light, making it even more profound and mysterious.

Under its shroud, Song Tianli closed his eyes tightly, and dark lines appeared on his fair face from time to time.

After ten breaths, the abnormality gradually subsided.

Immediately, when he opened his eyes again, his spiritual power, which had just broken through the seventh level of Qi training, had reached its peak, as if he could break through to the eighth level of Qi training at any time.

Feeling the wonderful changes here, Song Tianli briefly glanced at the shriveled black-robed corpses around him, licked his lips and smiled evilly.

"The nutrition this time is pretty good."

(End of this chapter)