Cultivating immortality in the troubled times of demons and martial arts Chapter 197 The Secret Technique of Forming Pills (Congratulations to the Silver Alliance!)
Chapter 197 The Secret Technique of Forming Pills (Congratulations to the Silver Alliance!)
"Where is Ruan Dan?"
Facing the witch, Fang Xi only asked one question.
Seeing Ye Sanren's slightly changed expression, he already knew everything.
In the midst of the sneer, the Qinghe Sword turned into a stream of light, and the green sword energy whistled with a little golden light, passing through Situ Qingqing's white neck like lightning.
But...
Not a trace of blood flowed out.
What appears here is a phantom that can be mistaken for real!
"Fellow Daoist Fang... Actually, there is no life-and-death hatred between us... On the contrary, our Situ family is developing in the Mu Kingdom, and we can still exchange news in the future."
Situ Qingqing's shadow continued.
"Haha... Do you want to collude with the devil yourself?"
Fang Xi dismissed it.
"What is righteousness and what is demonic? Even among Xuantian Sect, there may not be any inheritance of demonic skills... Even people's hearts are even more sinister. We know that even if our Situ family obtains the secret realm of Ziyou Mountain, we will not be able to challenge Xuantian Sect's status, but
He deliberately gave an excuse to let the Song family destroy my clan... and then let my clan consume the Song family... People's hearts are deceitful, and they have really been played to the extreme..."
"Demon cultivators only cultivate demonic energy. The hearts of righteous cultivators may not be cleaner than those of demon cultivators..."
"This is what Qingqing said. Take care, fellow Taoist Fang..."
After Situ Qingqing finished speaking, the shadows dispersed directly.
Fang Xi looked at Ye Sanren's leaving figure with light shining in her eyes.
In the end, he still sighed and put away the Qinghe Sword.
Even if he uses all his cards, the most he can do is leave Ye Sanren behind, and Situ Qingqing has already gone to who knows where.
It will be bad if you expose too much of your own cards.
Unexpectedly, when we said goodbye and saw each other again, this woman would also have established a foundation.
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Lingkong Island.
Previously, Ye Sanren's disguised "Zhongtian County" suddenly launched an attack and directly killed Yan Wuxie, the ancestor of the Yan family, and took the opportunity to destroy the second-order formation.
Then they looted and left in a show of force, and no one dared to stop them!
In the dark night, fire shot into the sky.
"Kill!"
"Come into Yan's house, there are a lot of spiritual stones!"
A group of Jie cultivators with their faces covered are using magic weapons to attack the Yan family monks.
In the market not far away, there was also a fire, and there were a large number of robbery cultivators.
Loose cultivators are the foundation of the world of immortality, and they are also the group of people with the most bottom line.
When order does not exist, all casual cultivators may turn into calamity cultivators!
What Ye Sanren did tonight undoubtedly broke the original peaceful and stable order of Lingkong Island!
When the casual cultivators saw the masters of several big shops being casually killed by 'Zhongtian County', and after the chaos in the market, they could no longer bear the greed in their hearts. They first robbed those small shops, even for a spiritual pill or a magic spell.
The weapons are fighting each other like wild beasts...
After the city was completely plundered, they naturally set their sights on the Yan family mansion.
After all, this is a foundation-building family with quite a lot of heritage!
Maybe, there are foundation-building spiritual objects out there!
The Yan family was also unlucky. They had just moved a few years ago and had not yet built a complete defense system. The second-order formation, their biggest reliance, had been dismantled by Zhongtian County.
"Go to the Yan family. The Yan family has the foundation building pill!"
Listening to the chaotic shouts and shouts of Jie Xiu outside, Yan Hongxiu almost cried with anger.
‘My Yan family has a long way to go, and there is a magic foundation-building pill! Even if there is one, it would have been snatched away by Zhongtian County!’
Thinking of the Zhong Family Foundation Builder, Yan Hongxiu's heart felt as if it had fallen into an ice cave.
Who could have imagined that the distinguished guest that the ancestor had solemnly invited into the family would fall out and kill someone?
Moreover, the Arowana Zhong family and the Yan family had no grudges in the past and have no grudges in recent times. It is really hard to understand. Is it really just to snatch resources?
After the decline of the Foundation Establishment family, will the Foundation Establishment monks also become tribulation cultivators?
When she saw her grandfather's body for the first time, Yan Hongxiu's heart collapsed.
But the cruel reality does not allow her to collapse for too long.
Because not long after, the group of robbery cultivators were like locusts, coming to kill you!
Yan Hongxiu's tears have dried up, and now she can only bleed!
"Kill!"
"With all my relatives and family members behind me, we will kill these robbery cultivators!"
The light of a large number of magic weapons flashed in the air, and countless figures intertwined.
Some monks fell down and turned into corpses, while some monks grabbed enough goods and retreated directly.
"Anyone who offends my family will die!"
Amidst the loud shouting, Yan Hongxiu roared when he saw his thirteenth uncle.
Originally a good-natured man who only liked music, chess, calligraphy and painting, blood beads appeared all over his body. He was as ferocious as Shura. He used secret techniques to increase his strength and died together with two masters in the late stage of Qi refining.
"Kill, kill the thief!"
There was also the third uncle, the family elder who usually looked serious. He took out a second-level talisman and turned it into a flaming golden sword, which flew past the neck of a group of robbery bosses.
"Ah...the boss is dead..."
"Kill him and avenge the boss!"
The remaining Jie cultivators rushed forward, and several magic weapons passed through San Bo's body.
……
Wait until the morning light fades and the sky gradually becomes brighter.
Yan Hongxiu's body has been stained red with blood, and she is holding a fishing net with sharp thorns in her hand. There are traces of various pieces of meat and blood between the grids.
"Finally...retired."
Her voice was dry and she looked around.
There are less than ten monks left in the Yan family. They retreat to the last secret passage of the Yan family. Inside the secret passage, there are more than a dozen trembling children - these are the spiritual children of the Yan family and the future.
hope!
"Woooo... dead, all dead!"
A young man looked at the Yan family mansion that had turned into purgatory, and suddenly burst into tears: "The eighth uncle, the thirteenth uncle, cousin Fu, cousin Wenjian... sister Ling... are all dead..."
Yan Hongxiu wiped the blood from her face. She could no longer cry anymore, and her face showed a ruthless expression: "All of this is Zhongtian County's fault. From today on, my Yan family and the Dragon Fish Zhong family are at odds with each other!" p>
"Well, I must go to the sect and report it!"
The monks next to him were filled with indignation, and their eyes were red.
"But...but what should we do?"
A young man who looked to be only fourteen or fifteen years old had a panic expression on his face: "Without our ancestors, how could we possibly occupy this Lingkong Island? Those robbery cultivators just want to make money... But after today, I don't know how many forces will be targeting me.
The Yan family's Lingkong Island... wants to kill my Yan family so that they can occupy this second-level spiritual vein!"
"If I had known this, I might as well have stayed in Xiaohan Mountain..."
Some tribesmen looked depressed, even despairing, muttering like zombies.
"The family has sold Xiaohan Mountain's spiritual veins long ago... and can never go back." Yan Hongxiu's rigid head began to work: "We cannot give up Lingkong Island. If we give up Lingkong Island again, there will really be no place to go.
!Everyone has become a homeless cultivator. Just to rent a spiritual land, we have to spend a lot of spiritual stones. How can we improve our cultivation and take revenge on our enemies?"
"Shangzong... Our clan doesn't even have a foundation builder anymore... I'm afraid it won't be in the eyes of Shangzong."
An old man from the Yan family who was the most senior present had a bitter look on his face: "How can this be a good thing... The most urgent task is to ask the three seniors of Ruan Island Master for help first... I will go to Maple Leaf Island, Hongyan to Golden Turtle Island, Hongxiu
, when you go to Dragon Fish Island, remember to go back as soon as possible!"
"Arowana Island?"
Yan Hongxiu couldn't help but grit her teeth secretly, thinking of the young monk who rode a blue-horned ichthyosaur and forced his grandfather to give up his foundation.
She originally regarded the other party as her enemy, but she also thought that one day she could return the humiliation.
Unexpectedly, now I have to beg for mercy from this great enemy.
"Don't worry, Uncle Seven, I will definitely invite that gentleman to come and administer justice."
Yan Hongxiu gritted her teeth and agreed.
"Well, now is the time when my Yan family's life and death are at stake. You must remember that you will not sacrifice your life for the sake of your family!"
The gray-haired seventh uncle warned Yan Yin Yin that his old appearance was deeply imprinted in Yan Hongxiu's heart.
……
Dragon Fish Island.
Evergreen Pavilion.
Fang Xi secretly returned to the cave and immediately went into seclusion to refine the formation flags and formation plates of the 'Earth-Shaking Formation'.
He gained a lot from this outing. There are a lot of spiritual materials in Song Qing's storage ring, which is more than enough to refine two or three sets of 'Earth-Shaking Formation'.
Not only that, I also found a few precious third-level ores in the storage ring. As long as there is another second-level high-grade weapon refiner, I might be able to try to create a flying escape spirit weapon with the "Long Ground Golden Light Treasure Pattern" as the main body.
!
'That's not right... I have to plant trees next. I can't run away at all, and it's useless to use a flying spiritual weapon...'
Playing with a newly refined khaki formation flag in her hand, Fang Xi thought thoughtfully: "Besides, my weapon refining level is really bad. I might as well observe Danya's talismans on a daily basis... and then use this long-term retreat to practice.
I have the opportunity to understand Chen Ping's Talisman Dao inheritance and upgrade my Talisman Dao skills to at least the second level..."
Danya's talent for talismans is much better than Fang Xi's, and because she doesn't hesitate to use materials, her progress is rapid, which makes Fang Xi very envious.
At this moment, he took out the prohibition token of the 'Yimu Divine Thunder Formation', sighed, and walked out of the door of the refining room.
A transmission note, like a headless fly, was swaying in mid-air, and was caught by Fang Xi in his hand.
"Sure enough, it's a matter of the Yan family...it seems like it will delay the refining process."
Fang Xi sighed and walked out of the gate.
"Young Master..." Xia Houying, who was already familiar with Fang Xi, immediately stepped forward: "Lingkong Island was attacked by robbery cultivators, the ancestor of the Yan family died, and the Yan family suffered heavy casualties. Yan Hongxiu was sent to ask for an audience with the Young Master, and ask the Young Master to seek justice.
..."
"Well, I understand. Let's take him to the living room."
Fang Xi nodded lightly, but felt something strange in her heart.
'If Ye Sanren doesn't take action, then maybe I will do it... Then, if Yan Hongxiu comes to beg me again, it will be quite interesting...'
Fortunately, he is a serious person, and he quickly stopped his bad taste and came to the living room.
"Meet Senior Fang!"
Yan Hongxiu was wandering around. When she saw Fang Xi coming in, she immediately knelt down and saluted, with a cry in her voice: "Senior, please let me make the decision..."
"Sigh... Although I have only met Yan Daoyou once, I have already regarded him as a confidant. Don't worry, I will help you with this."
Fang Xi sighed with emotion, held up Yan Hongxiu with her own hands, and said softly to comfort her.