Linghai County was originally the territory of the Yu family. After the Qingchi Sect regained the territory, the Yu family immediately changed its banner. With many ancestors working in the Qingchi Sect, they retained most of the territory and continued to be the leader of Linghai County.
Later, several ancestors died, and the Yu family became worse and worse year by year. It gradually became depressed. Finally, a genius named Yu Yuchuan emerged, but he died hastily in southern Xinjiang. The main line of the Yu family has declined, and several branches have their own.
After uniting with foreign surnames and establishing their own Shantou, Nuo Da's territory is still owned by the Yu family. In fact, they share the same surname but do not agree with each other, and they are independent in their own affairs.
Fortunately, Linghai County is located in the southeast, and there are no foreign enemies around. The Qingchi Sect does not allow aristocratic families to connect to the county across states. The Linghai Yu family is divided into stalemates, maintaining the hierarchical structure that has been solidified for 180 years.
There are quite a lot of people on the broad avenue. From time to time, small merchants and hawkers pass by on donkeys and horses. A young man in ragged clothes squats on the roadside. He has a pale face and blood-red lips. He looks at the pedestrians with frivolous eyes. Suddenly,
He opened his mouth and said:
"Master, what kind of cultivator does this cultivator of the Zifu Jindan Dao practice?"
An old farmer who was sweating profusely emerged from the pedestrians on the side. He was smelly and sat down next to the young man. He showed his yellow teeth and replied:
"Zifu Jindan Dao... This Dao cultivates nature. It likes to eat people, do magic tricks, refine elixirs and collect energy, and likes to play with the common people. There are few good things."
The young man raised his eyebrows and asked:
"This is the way to cultivate the golden nature. If you want your own nature to last forever, you will naturally do whatever you can to do it."
"Hey!"
The magical weapon was ejected like a flying bird, and red blood dripped down. Normally, the two of them were at par with each other. Unexpectedly, Senior Brother Chi suddenly became extremely powerful. He gently knocked his magical weapon away and chopped off his arm with a single knife.
Come.
"It's just the "Old Man on the Stream" or the "Boundless Sea". Xiao Chuting wants to cultivate the nature of Jia Zi Kan Shui Qian Na. This person is insidious. He will hang me up and eat him when the time comes. The Zi Mansion of Changxiao Gate and Xuanyue Gate
There is hope for a breakthrough, but we can't take those two paths...and for Master Shangyuan, there are really not many paths that can be cultivated."
The young man nodded, stepped down, and flew up lightly. The peasant woman on the ground quickly raised her wrinkled and calloused hands, pinched her fingers, and shouted:
The man was in unbearable pain and frightened, but when he fell, his arm stretched out like a ball of mud, jumping and flying, like a mule in heat, jumping and grabbing at his own face.
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The young man heard this, and the short journey was over in an instant, before he flew to the illusory formation in Nafang City. The large formation in Qingchi Zongfang City had been shattered, and the overlapping buildings and densely packed spiritual fields were revealed.
There were shouts and screams, and someone exclaimed:
The remaining monks from the Qing Po Sect below flew up one after another, but they were unable to rescue him at all. The man was slapped by his own palm, and his head spun four or five times like a top, and he saw that he was no longer alive.
"Damn it."
The young man nodded thoughtfully, and the peasant woman said seriously:
"Yan'er, let's not talk about this. I want my master and apprentice to join forces to kill the Qingchi Sect. You avenge your mother's murder. I will find my good Taoist foundation. After finishing these things, I will hide and practice. Don't do it.
And then mix it into it.”
"You feel so comfortable now. You escaped from that evil person, and now you are running rampant in the world, with no one to control you. You are so free!"
"What kind of foundation are you looking for?"
The old farmer scolded him so much that he was spitting. The young man covered his nose and replied:
"You might as well put on a new one, this guy is too annoying."
She thought for a moment and replied:
The old farmer only replied:
"If you are practicing fortune-telling, how good is the Maha Dharma sign? You have been a slave for generations, and you have been a Maha Dharma year after year. When you meet a monk who has the Maha Dharma sign, you will know that it is hopeless and unfair.
Heavier than a Jindan Dao monk!"
The young man nodded silently and just asked:
The peasant woman paused and said:
The monk who came to rescue was stunned. Unexpectedly, the man's corpse only trembled for a breath in the air. The remaining hand touched his neck, and with a click, a dark white spine with bloodshot eyes was pulled out along with the head, like a long sword.
Usually the monks who came to help were smashed in the face.
The old farmer was stunned, raised his head as if he suddenly realized something, looked around confusedly, slapped his thigh and cursed:
"What the hell did you do to come here? I'm confused day by day."
The young man curled his lips and said:
"Why are you closing the formation? Senior Brother Chi! What are you doing? Open the formation quickly! Aren't you afraid of being punished by the sect?"
The peasant woman cursed, her lips moved up and down neatly, and she replied:
"I gave them most of my golden nature and destiny. The remaining gold elixirs are not enough, and the Mahamaha practice is not enough, so I can only survive for a while. What's the point of being free!"
"You said that Duanmu Kui, who is over the mountain, is so miraculous and talented that he has been wiped out in ashes and has not even had a chance to be reincarnated. You can ask for it again. What's so funny about it?"
"What kind of magic is this!"
"Brother! I'm here to help you!"
"Ha ha ha ha!"
The young man sneered, disapproving, and replied:
The man flew forward and tried to restrain him. Brother Chi pulled out his sword with his backhand and slashed at the man with a whirring sound. The monk quickly activated his magic weapon to block it.
Before he could finish his words, someone slapped him hard on the head. He spun around like a top for several weeks without making any sound. His hands and feet hurriedly left the body, pulling out his heart, spleen, stomach, and lungs, and each went his own way, looking for monks everywhere.
went.
"block!"
"Fortunately, the days have changed. If there are still three disasters and nine disasters, I won't be able to survive even if I want to. It would be ridiculous to be in this situation!"
Standing in the air was a man dressed in green clothes, with a handsome face, but a crazy expression. His clothes were covered with blood stains, and he shouted wildly:
"Even after he died and turned into a monster, he almost escaped from those two people. Duan Mukui is a great witch who has dominated the world, and I can't compare with him."
The peasant woman smiled, showing her yellowish teeth, put her hands on her hips, exposed her strong arms, and explained:
"He has a violent personality and insists on getting a golden elixir. He thinks that if the immortal promises it, it will become a golden elixir. Naturally, he ends up like this. It's not that he can't compromise and seek compromise, but he doesn't want to. If they really want to fight, those two evil spirits will
He may not be his opponent."
The monk still couldn't understand, so he ejected more than a dozen talismans at once, and the dead souls emerged, and he said sternly:
"Thirty-two miles to the north, there is the city of Qingchi Sect!"
"I have practiced magic for more than ten years, but I still care about this skin!"
She jumped up as if she didn't recognize the young man and walked up the road. Not long after, a peasant woman came over with a clean appearance. She smiled and cursed:
"Click."
"There are many Lei Cultivators in this area of Yue Kingdom, but there is no Zi Mansion. It is also an easy road to follow. You can find me a Taoist foundation like "Winter Thunder" and "Spring Jingzhe"!"
"What!"
"Demon cultivator! Zifu demon cultivator..."
"Demon cultivator...it's a demon cultivator!"
The whole city was filled with blood and blood, and screams were heard one after another. The young man stood quietly in the sky, with a group of flesh and blood hovering around him, leaning against him obediently like docile dogs and beasts, and he smiled brightly.
Looking at the monks fleeing in all directions, he said loudly towards the retreating figure:
"Tell Qingchi Sect that Jiang Yan has come to avenge the massacre of the county!"
The sound echoed slowly in the air. A group of Qingchi monks ran faster. Jiang Yan enjoyed it in the air for a while. A man's head flew over with disheveled hair. He spoke loudly, spurting blood and laughing:
"The Qingchi Sect is so arrogant that the huge city doesn't even have a foundation. Leave quickly. The Yu family is already on the way!"