"What a fool, do you think it's good to be decent, will this ancestor be in the mood to talk nonsense with you here?"

The green-haired old man's face showed a hint of cunning, it was obvious that they had already manipulated this area, but it was really clever to make the One Yuan Infant Monk unknowingly move.

Of course, the reason why I spent all these twists and turns was that I didn't want this body to be hurt, after all, it took a lot of effort to find a suitable body for the ancestor, and of course I had to bring it back as completely as possible.

With a flick of his robe, a ray of light emerged, rolled Chu Yuan, and then returned to the Lingzhou with his disciples and grandchildren.

Suddenly, I felt a little uneasy in my heart.

The green-haired old man couldn't help but turn his head, and as far as the eye could see, there was an endless sea, sparkling and boundless.

He shook his head, he must have thought too much.

A mere Jindan stage immortal cultivator, after receiving a blow from his own spiritual flame, how could he be spared?

The two Great Elders were still waiting for their own return.

Then he passed the order, and the light of the spirit boat suddenly rose, and the wind was speeding, and soon disappeared into the void.

The clouds were light and the wind was light, and the sea was calm again.

Time flies like a white horse, and it has been more than three days in a flash.

It was a calm morning, and the waves on the sea were much calmer, with the occasional fish jumping out of the sea, and predatory seabirds circling nearby, until the sea parted, and a column of water rose up, not a vicious wave, but a tornado swirling.

It's like a dragon going to sea.

Then Ling Xian's face came into view.

"Whew!"

He let out a long breath of turbid breath in his chest.

This experience is really dangerous, facing the immortal cultivators in the early stage of the Yuan Infant, Ling Immortal can be fearless, but if it is an old monster in the middle stage, it is completely different.

Beat. Can't beat it.

Ling Xian didn't even have much confidence in escaping from the other party's hands, not to mention that the other party was not alone, there were hundreds of monks who came here with the spirit boat.

That's why Ling Xian came up with this clever plan, and the golden cicada came out of its shell.

Fighting wits is not fighting!

But the truth is that this is true, if you don't have enough strength, you will have been burned to death by that terrible flame a long time ago, and your soul will return to the underworld. What else to talk about?

Therefore, strength and wisdom are indispensable, as an immortal cultivator of the Second Heavenly Tribulation, he can escape under the nose of the old monster in the middle of the Yuan Infant, looking at the Three Realms, crisscrossing the present and the ancient, Ling Immortal is probably the first.

Impressive!

However, there was no joy on his face for the rest of his life.

Instead, it is full of gloom.

Ling Xian faintly felt that he had unknowingly been involved in a huge whirlpool.

The Phantom Moon Sect was no longer willing to lie dormant, and although Ling Xian was in a state of suspended animation, he also listened to their conversation clearly.

The old monster of the god stage!

Ling Xian knew in his heart. The other party is not bluffing, he has also been to the other party's cave, and even took all the treasures while he was away.

The other party will never let go of himself.

Thinking of this, Ling Xian couldn't help but feel a palpitation!

And the mysterious ghostly fog.

The Savage Ancient Land doesn't know what the situation is now, will this Water Cloud Immortal Cultivation Realm become the next target?

There were so many things to worry about that Ling Xian was a little at a loss, but he was not an ordinary immortal cultivator after all, and he was very fast. Ling Xian's eyes regained their clarity.

Worry won't solve the problem. The only role of anxiety is only to torture oneself, and the top priority is to improve one's strength.

If he can become an immortal cultivator in the Yuan Infant Stage, his situation will be much better.

But having said that, it's not easy to get married. It is true that he is already in the late stage of Jindan, but looking at the three thousand worlds, there are so many existences in the late stage of Jindan, but these people can successfully condense the Yuan Infant Stage. It is difficult to find one out of a hundred.

Without him, the ascension of the great realm is always accompanied by endless difficulties and obstacles, and of course, once successful, there will be countless benefits.

Shouyuan will last for a thousand years, and its strength will increase by leaps and bounds to a level unimaginable to ordinary people.

If you have gains, you need to pay.

It's just that there are very few people who can get this far.

Ling Immortal's strength is far superior to that of immortal cultivators of the same level, but he is not 100% sure whether he can successfully advance to Yuanying.

However, it is still too early to think about this, and the top priority is to leave the right and wrong.

Let's go back to Star Island first.

The thought in his mind turned, and Ling Xian's whole body was green, and he flew away from the Star Island.

This time he went out and experienced twists and turns, so it is not an exaggeration to describe him as returning to his heart like an arrow.

"It's ......"

Three days later, Ling Xian returned to his hometown, but as far as the eye could see, it was full of desolation, and the huge Yuanxing City had been razed to the ground.

As far as the eye can see, the ruins and walls are broken, and all that remains is a ruin.

Rao is Ling Xian has experienced countless hardships and obstacles since he embarked on the road of cultivating immortals, and he has seen countless twists and turns, and at this moment, his heart is also cold.

The chill was blowing from behind.

The corpses of many monks can also be seen in the ruins.

Apparently, there was an attack here.

But who would dare to do that?

Not to mention, there are two Jindan monks in the city.

What if it's just a bunch of ordinary monks?

This is the strength that belongs to the Scattered Cultivation Alliance.

It sounds like it's just a group of organizations that support each other in scattered cultivation, but tracing back to the origin, the depth of the background is not inferior to the five major sects, and it is even better.

Who ate the bear's heart leopard gall?

Dare to brush the tiger's whiskers?

But Ling Xian didn't have time to get to the bottom of it now.

At this moment, he was anxious.

Not for the cave!

There were no treasures in there, and Ling Xian had all the things with him.

He was worried about Princess Akeka.

This place is in ruins, what should Mingxiang do?

Whether he was alive or dead, or was he caught, or if he was lucky, he had already escaped.

Yuanxing City has a vast area, and there are probably as many as 100,000 monks stationed there, no matter who forces break through this catastrophe, no matter what, it is impossible to wipe out all the immortal cultivators here.

But that being said was true, the worry in Ling Xian's heart had not diminished in the slightest, and those who could escape were very few after all, and he stayed for a moment before flying madly towards his cave mansion.

Nothing!

It is similar to the rest of the city, his own cave mansion has also turned into a ruin, and Mingxiang's cave mansion is next door to him, which is also not much better.

Ling Xian's face was extremely ugly, he had never tried it, what was it like to be so worried about being comforted by a person.

Just because Mingxiang helped herself, is it her friend?

No, it's never that simple.

But for the rest, Ling Xian was confused again, and he was confused.

He turned the two caves upside down, and searched inch by inch with his divine sense, but found nothing.

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