Immortality and Immortality: Liver Experience Begins in the Desert

Chapter 31 Natives of the Shadowfall Clan

"What happened?"

Jiang Qiong took a careful look at the shop surrounded by the patrolling monks of the Yuling Sect. There were traces of burning flames inside.

The shop was splattered with blood, all the shelves were broken into pieces, and the ground was covered with broken roots and leaves of the elixir. The smell of blood in the air was mixed with a faint smell of corpses.

Seeing this scene, Jiang Qiong looked curious, and then walked over, hearing the whispers of casual cultivators on the street.

"Oh, I didn't expect that there would be natives of the 'Shadowfall Clan' in Yulingfang City. Poor shopkeeper of the Chen Family Spiritual Medicine Shop, he just took in a delicate concubine two days ago and died here in the blink of an eye."

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"Do you think there are still some natives of the 'Shadowfall Clan' lurking in Yuling County City?"

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"It's very possible! I have a good friend who sent a message saying that the ruins that appeared in the Baigu Oasis twenty days ago were prisons built by the Giant Sword Sect thousands of years ago before they were destroyed. The natives of the 'Shadowfall Clan' were imprisoned in them. They are still there today. There is a remnant that survives.”

"More than ten days ago, the monks who went in to hunt for treasure accidentally removed the restrictions on the formation and released the natives inside, allowing them to escape. Now they are all lurking in various oases."

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"A native of the Shadowfall tribe?!"

Jiang Qiong's pupils shrank, and she couldn't help but think of the secrets she saw while reprinting ancient books in the study.

The Shadowfall clan introduced in it are natives of the Taling Desert. They are cruel, bloodthirsty and greedy. It is said that every child of this clan must have their health checked from the day they are born, and those with poor talents will be discarded directly.

Their cultivation path is also strange. It is said that they blend into the shadow of living creatures through their bloodline talents and cooperation with formation rituals.

After a long period of parasitism, it can finally seize the host's body for a short period of time, and then condense the fallen fire to devour the host's blood and spiritual energy.

Such weird bloodline talents naturally easily arouse the fear of the Taling Immortal Cultivation World.

However, the members of the Fallen Shadow Clan are all cruel and violent, and are bloodthirsty and greedy. They like to seize the bodies of monks and devour the monks' blood and spiritual energy, which eventually leads to the siege of the entire Taling Desert Immortal Cultivation World.

About two thousand years ago, this ethnic group was basically slaughtered, and only a handful of people were left hiding in the dangerous desert restricted area to survive.

Unexpectedly, it has appeared again now.

"Weird Desert Natives"

Jiang Qiong glanced at the shop with some sympathy. The traces of flames inside were obviously left by the Shadowfall clan members.

I don’t know if the Shadowfall natives who committed this murder have been caught.

If not, it would be a sharp blade hanging over the heads of the monks in Fangshi, and it might fall at any time.

Perhaps it was the conversation among the monks on the street that attracted the attention of the patrolling monks from the Yuling Sect.

At this time, a middle-aged monk cupped his hands and said with a smile:

"Haha, you don't need to be too afraid. According to the information our Yuling Sect has, those who have escaped so far are all the descendants of the 'Fallen Shadow Clan' from thousands of years ago, and their realms are not high."

"And there are only two to three hundred people. They are scattered throughout the Taling Desert. It is estimated that there are less than two people in each oasis!"

After saying this, a young patrolling monk next to him spoke: "In the next period of time, our Yuling Sect will conduct a thorough investigation of the county, city and city."

"Please don't worry. The city is currently closed, and the Shadow Fallen natives cannot escape. Within five days, we will definitely capture the Shadow Fallen natives who assassinated the shopkeeper of the Chen family's spiritual medicine shop, and then kill him in public!"

These words were sonorous and powerful, and he seemed confident when he said them directly in front of a group of monks.

"Judging from the tone of these patrolling monks from the Yuling Sect, they probably have clues about the natives of the Shadowfall Clan."

Jiang Qiong glanced at the patrolling monk who was speaking, and murmured in her heart: "I hope the Yuling Sect can pull out the carrots and bring them out of the mud, and kill all the hidden Shadowfall natives."

Jiang Qiong was naturally very wary of the tribe of Shadowfallen tribesmen who possessed strange talents and magic and did not want to meet them.

We can only hope that the Yuling Sect can show its power and eliminate the dangerous elements of this ethnic group so that chaos will not occur in the city.

"Before the Yuling Sect captures the natives of the Fallen Shadow Clan, I'll try not to go out. I'll ask the study manager for a leave of absence, and hide in Cangzhu Mountain to cast magic weapons and draw magic talismans."

"Lest you have bad luck and meet them on the road."

Jiang Qiong's thoughts were spinning. She stood there and watched silently for a while. She became more and more aware of the importance of enhancing life-saving means. Then she walked to the Yuling Treasure Selling Pavilion, preparing to buy some materials for drawing magic talismans. During the time he stayed at Qin Wenzhai, he basically didn't take any rest. He saved all his vacation time together to prepare for this situation.

You must know that the Chen Family Spiritual Medicine Shop is not far from the study, only two streets away. The Fallen Shadow natives are hiding nearby, and if they are more courageous, they may even help a monk to support him before the Yuling Sect catches him.

Therefore, Jiang Qiong felt that there was no problem if she was more cautious.

After sending a message to the shopkeeper to take a rest, he turned around and went to the Yuling Pavilion where he sold treasures. His face shrunk and his face changed.

Return to Cangzhu Mountain.

Jiang Qiong stayed in the house, took out a pile of materials from the storage bag and piled them on the casting table, and activated the hot casting fire with his spiritual energy.

"First cast Geng Jin Dart"

Jiang Qiong sorted out the materials, picked up a piece of Geng gold, placed it on the cast fire and burned it. After a while, it melted into a pool of liquid.

Immediately afterwards, he tempered the rest of the materials, and the spiritual energy gathered in his hands was like weaving threads, and he laid out the outline of the weapon pattern on it, with a relatively skillful technique.

Thanks to highly skilled casting techniques.

Jiang Qiong easily covered the tempered material liquid on the outline of the vessel pattern, and concentrated on carving out the vessel patterns.

Because the cast magic weapon is kept for self-defense.

Therefore, Jiang Qiong carved every pattern of the weapon very carefully, striving to eventually forge an excellent first-level low-grade magical weapon.

One night flies by in a blink of an eye.

The next day, early in the morning.

In the bustling street, there was a middle-aged man with a mole on the left side of his face. He was wandering on the street in front of Qin Wenzhai with his eyes lowered, looking at the passing monks.

Like looking for someone.

In his hand was a jade slip, which contained portraits of eleven monks, all of whom were monks whose realm was no higher than the second level of the Qi Lian Realm. Among them was Jiang Qiong.

"It's strange. From what I've seen in the past two days, the book-picking monks from Qinwenzhai come through this road every morning."

"Why haven't I seen him yet?"

The middle-aged man with a mole on the left side of his face looked slightly angry and scolded the book-picking monk at Qin Wenzhai for being lazy.

He didn't come on duty on time!

In a blink of an eye, he noticed several patrolling monks from the Yuling Sect walking over on the street holding magic mirrors, inspecting the surroundings.

"Damn it! This group of monks from the Yuling Sect are really like flies that have smelled shit and can't get rid of them no matter what!"

The middle-aged man with a mole on his left cheek cursed secretly and turned around to look for his next target in the jade slip.

In the blink of an eye, ten days have passed.

Jiang Qiong has been staying in the house in Cangzhu Mountain, concentrating on casting magic weapons, without leaving the house.

On his casting table, there is already a fine magical instrument, which is about a foot long and covered with exquisite lines. It looks like a dart, but the spiritual light that flashes from time to time shows that it is of extraordinary quality.

Looking at this magical weapon, Jiang Qiong looked satisfied.

Just when he was about to pick up the materials and prepare to cast the second magic weapon, he suddenly noticed the light transmission in the storage bag flashing.

The running spiritual sense sweeps through.

It was He Yan who said he had nothing to do, so he sent a message to come over to chat and talk about some recent events in Yuling County.

One of the things caught Jiang Qiong's attention.

He Yan said that five days ago, the patrolling monks of the Yuling Sect captured a native of the Shadow Fallen Clan in the street. Three days ago, they followed the clues and destroyed the den of the Shadow Fallen Clan natives.

These Shadowfallen natives have all integrated into the shadows of the monks through secret methods, hoping to avoid being wanted by the Yuling Sect.

However, in the end, one move was missing and they were all caught.

(End of this chapter)