Immortality and Immortality: Liver Experience Begins in the Desert

Chapter 67 Disaster

The compound of the hidden house in Yulingfang City.

As the burly man finished speaking, the greedy and bloodthirsty expressions of the Shadowfallen natives in the courtyard all became excited.

"I've been patient for so long, and finally I can take action!"

The dwarf elder smiled ferociously. He looked at the transmission talisman in his hand and saw the same light flashing on it.

He used his spiritual consciousness to scan the transmission notes.

Wait until the words of the Leixiao Sect elder echo in the sea of ​​consciousness.

There was excitement in his eyes.

"Tuoba Tao, you take more than ten tribesmen to rob the bone-corroding grass from major shops, and cooperate with the bone-eroding cauldron to burn out the corrosive mist."

The dwarf elder looked at the burly man next to him and quickly ordered: "The rest of the clansmen follow me to the patrol building and kill the Yuling Sect monks inside!"

The burly man named Tuoba Tao is a native of the Foundation Establishment Realm who came to Yulingfang City half a year ago.

He has a good relationship with the dwarf elder. After hearing this, he nodded and said: "Yes!"

As he spoke, Tuoba Tao glanced at the Shadowfall natives in front of him, selected a dozen of them, and said with murderous intent:

“The main culprit for our Shadowfallen tribe’s decline to this point is the Yuling Sect!”

"Our ancestors have been imprisoned for generations because of this sect. Now we have struggled to escape from the cage, but we are like bereaved dogs. We can only survive in the dark corners of the Taling Desert."

"The time has come today. I vow to avenge the blood, destroy the Yuling branch of Bixia Oasis, obtain the secret method, and remove the curse from the blood!"

Having said that, Tuoba Tao burst out with astonishing momentum, leading more than ten Shadowfallen natives, rushing out of the hidden house and heading towards the Yuling Treasure Sales Building.

"Kill! Kill! Kill!"

Although the number of the more than ten Shadowfallen natives was small, their momentum was like a rainbow. They made an ear-splitting noise and rushed out of the house following Tuoba Tao.

"Kill with me!"

The dwarf old man also waved his arms.

He burst out with a momentum like a towering mountain, and rushed out with the rest of the Shadowfall natives.

But at this time.

In the Qin family's Fu Hua Library, it was still calm.

Jiang Qiong stood on the third floor, staring intently at Cai Ruifeng and the young painter from the Chen family.

The two of them rested for half a day.

Each held the spiritual stone, while recovering their own spiritual energy, they forced themselves to draw the "Autumn Dew Sword Picture".

Through careful observation.

Jiang Qiong found that Cai Ruifeng's condition was slightly better. Whether it was the speed of the brush falling or the aura contained in each painting pattern, it was slightly better than that of the Chen family painter.

"For the second spiritual painting, Cai Ruifeng is probably the winner."

Jiang Qiong had to admit that Cai Ruifeng of Fu Hua Bookstore was a bit arrogant.

My daily behavior and attitude are uncomfortable, but I still have some real abilities.

His eyes turned to the monks of the Qin family.

Jiang Qiong felt more or less relieved when she saw the solemn expressions on the faces of Qin Yurong and others.

Especially the shopkeeper of Linghua, a faint smile appeared on her rough face, and she looked at Cai Ruifeng with approval.

On the other hand, Kong Shouhe, the Lingfu shopkeeper, looked slightly unnatural, and his eyes mainly showed guilt and self-blame.

As for Qin Yurong, even though her expression was slightly relieved, her nervousness could still be seen, and her beautiful face still looked dignified.

"Fellow Taoist, are you Jiang Qiong from Fuhua Bookstore?"

Jiang Qiong's eyes were sweeping towards the Qin family monks, and a young voice suddenly appeared in the sea of ​​​​consciousness.

Who is communicating with me?

Jiang Qiong glanced around and saw a handsome young man among the monks on the third floor, looking at him with a smile.

He was wearing light blue brocade clothes, his eyes were golden white, and a jade pendant engraved with lifelike auspicious animals hung around his waist, and he had an air of aura.

Jiang Qiong didn't recognize the young man who sent the message, so he subconsciously asked, "Who are you? What do you want from me?"

"It doesn't matter who I am."

"The important thing is that I can give you a great opportunity." The young man saw Jiang Qiong turning his eyes with a faint smile on his face.

He walked straight over, with a faint fragrance wafting from his body, and said via voice:

"You only need to do me a small favor, and I will give you an opportunity that will smooth your path and give you a chance to enter the foundation-building realm!"

The plain words seemed to be full of temptation.

It echoed layer by layer in Jiang Qiong's sea of ​​consciousness, as if attached to his memory.

All he could think about was foundation building, foundation building!

Jiang Qiong was shocked when she noticed the abnormality in the sea of ​​consciousness.

Subconsciously gathering his spiritual consciousness, he was about to refuse without hesitation.

In a blink of an eye, he thought that if the young man came to him and could call him by his name, he must have briefly investigated his situation.

If you are not affected by the secret technique of spiritual consciousness and refuse directly, clues will definitely be revealed.

With his thoughts running like lightning, Jiang Qiong pretended to be tempted and asked in a fiery voice:

"What are you busy with?"

"I'll give you a magic weapon, and you take it to Qin Yurong."

The mysterious young man said with a smile: "It's such a simple thing. After you finish it, you will be greatly thanked."

Bring the magic weapon to Qin Yurong?

Jiang Qiong was confused and wanted to ask the reason, but felt that the mysterious young man might not answer directly.

So after thinking for a moment, he deliberately sent a message and asked: "Do you want me to bring a magic weapon to plot against Qin Yurong?"

"Do you have a grudge against her? Want to kill her?"

"Or, you want to take advantage of me to get close to Qin Yurong, secretly manipulate the magic weapon to harm the monks of the Chen family, and then deliberately reveal the smallest traces."

"Let everyone go through the traces and realize that I was the one who caused the trouble. I used this to frame the Talisman Painting Library. I didn't want to lose the competition, so I specifically found the former book-picking monk to secretly cause trouble?"

Compared to asking directly.

Jiang Qiong deliberately threw out two guesses, trying to tentatively extract some information.

"No." The mysterious young man shook his head and said, "I have no intention of harming Qin Yurong, and I am not planning to frame the Fu Hua Library by tricking the monks of the Chen family."

"I just want you to bring the magic weapon and hand it over to her to give her a surprise."

"If she asks you about the origin of the magic weapon, just say that you accidentally picked it up in the desert when you were on the hunting team."

"Since you haven't been able to figure out the effect of the magic weapon, you decided to dedicate it to her in exchange for some contribution points from the Qin family."

The mysterious young man said, throwing over a small brocade box covered with lavender lines.

There was a faint fragrance floating on it, making Jiang Qiong hold her breath subconsciously.

Sure enough, I was investigated.

You know that I have been in the Qin family hunting team.

Jiang Qiong quietly used his spiritual sense and discovered that the brocade box was just an ordinary storage artifact.

His eyes flickered and he said again: "What do you mean?"

The words are not finished yet.

Suddenly, a deafening sound came from Jiang Qiong's ears.

Rumbling--

A shocking explosion sounded.

Immediately afterwards, the terrifying aftermath of spiritual energy emerged like a surging tide, coming from various areas of Yulingfang City.

The sudden change surprised everyone in the pavilion.

Cai Ruifeng and the young painters from the Chen family who were competing all stopped.

They looked confused and didn't know what was going on.

And the two stewards of Yuling Sect.

The message seemed to be received quickly.

The expressions on their faces changed and gradually became ugly.

(End of this chapter)