A Mortal Cultivating Immortality, Kill My Senior Brother At The Beginning

"Elder Yin, the people from the Qingyun Immortal Sect have already withdrawn. Someone from the camp should be sent here. What should we do next?"

"Is there any news from the camp?"

"not yet!"

The big man surnamed Yin was silent for a while and then said: "You are in charge of the formation here, and I will lead some disciples to chase them out and surround them with the reinforcements.

If I don’t come back, no one should open the formation. Do you understand? "

The disciple was hesitant to speak, but finally uttered one word: "Yes!"

The big man nodded, ordered more than ten disciples to leave the formation, and then chased into the distance.

Elder Ren, who was hiding in the woods, sensed the scent of the pursuer, and a smile appeared on his lips.

After a while, there was a blast of wind, and more than ten figures appeared among the woods.

"Stop, retreat quickly!"

The big man surnamed Yin seemed to have noticed something was wrong, and suddenly stopped and shouted loudly.

"put!"

Elder Ren's voice sounded, and suddenly streams of light hit the dozens of figures, like a rainbow penetrating the ground, and a huge explosion sounded.

Out of more than ten disciples, three or four of them died after just one encounter, and all the other disciples were injured.

Elder Ren took the lead, stepped in front of the big man with a single step, and released a fly whisk with a move from his sleeves. Three thousand fly whisk threads wound around the big man like a spiritual snake.

"Everyone breaks out on their own, don't be wary!"

The big man surnamed Yin shouted out, and at the same time, he slapped the storage bag with his palm and a copper bell rose up in the storm to protect it.

When Elder Ren saw this, he grabbed the whisk silk with his palm and it instantly became straight and as hard as iron. He held it in his hand like a spear and stabbed it towards the copper bell.

At this time, Zhou Yan also covered a Demon Dao disciple at the seventh level of Qi Refining with the Black Demon Sword. The Black Demon Sword in his hand was like a snake coming out of its hole. It was extremely flexible and beat the Demonic Cultivator to a miserable state.

And every time he felt like he was going to die, he found that he had survived.

This was naturally done intentionally by Zhou Yan. There were many more of them than the Demon Sect monks, so victory would be a matter of time.

Moreover, the person in front of me is still using a Middle Grade Law Weapon, which seems to be useless at first glance. In this case, it is better to hide his clumsiness.

After a while of tea, the Demon Sect disciples left several more corpses behind before they all retreated. The man who was fighting with Zhou Yan was also stabbed through the heart by his sword.

After the big man surnamed Yin forced Elder Ren back, he quickly turned around and left, but his eyes towards Elder Ren were full of hatred.

Elder Ren did not chase after him, and took everyone away quickly with a wave of his hand. It took him a day to return to the Qingyun Immortal Sect's sphere of influence.

After returning to the camp, Zhou Yan found that the atmosphere in the camp was very high. After just a brief inquiry, Zhou Yan showed a look of surprise.

After Chen Xiangnan's incident was reported back to the sect, the ancient leader was furious and vowed to take revenge. Therefore, he sent not only one elder, but two Foundation Building Stage monks, one explicit and one secret.

After discussion, several elders adopted the method of encircling the points to call for reinforcements. Therefore, Elder Ren and his team seemed to be the main attackers, but they only made a huge noise to attract reinforcements.

Elder Fang and Elder Ma led a group of disciples to ambush Demon Dao on the way to support him. In this battle, Elder Fang's formation killed one of Demon Dao's Foundation Building Stage elders, and more than ten disciples were killed or injured.

The secret elder was stationed in the camp, creating the illusion that the Foundation Building monks had not gone out.

In fact, the Qingyun Immortal Sect had no intention of capturing the next camp. After all, this move would most likely trigger a war between the two sects. After all, once a fight broke out, it would not be able to be resolved in a year or two.

And the Xutian Grand Meeting is only a few years away. It is naturally not cost-effective to start a war at this time.

Killing an enemy Foundation Building monk was still within the tolerance range. After all, Chen Xiangnan's death was nominally blamed on the Netherworld Demon Sect.

This is just revenge for them, and both sides have their own victory or defeat. As for the Netherworld Demon Sect, for the sake of prestige, if they didn’t kill it now, they still have to say it was them.

After hearing this, Zhou Yan showed a helpless smile. He never thought that planning to kill Chen Xiangnan would lead to so many things, and Demon Dao even took the life of a Foundation Building Stage elder.

This counts as me not killing Bo Fu, but Bo Fu died because of me!

"Chen Xiangnan, after you die, there will be monks from the Foundation Building buried with you. If the family members enter the sect, your death will not be considered a loss.

The Foundation Building monk is very thoughtful, and as expected, after practicing to this level, there is nothing easy to deal with.

It's just that with this conflict, the coming days may not be easy! "

Just as Zhou Yan was worried, in the following days, the two sides seemed to be competing with each other, occasionally harassing each other's camp.

But in the end, there were no more casualties among the Foundation Building Stage monks. Although minor frictions continued, they were still within control.

Time flies by like a fleeting moment. Three years is a long time for mortals, and it is just a few retreats for immortal cultivators.

Three years have passed, and the disciples from the sect who came to change shifts have arrived in Lingxian City yesterday, and the handover of positions is being gradually carried out in the past two days.

Zhou Yan and other people who carried out the mission did not have such trouble. He had already sorted out everything in the Cave Mansion, and the small medicine garden he had opened had also been destroyed again and replaced with new soil.

In the next two years. Zhou Yan used the spiritual furnace to condense the original spiritual liquid every day, and successfully produced ten Spirit Medicines for refining the Foundation Building Pill, and also left seeds for each Spirit Medicine in case of emergency.

Three days later, Qingyun Immortal Boat finally embarked on its return journey. It had been three years since it returned to the sect, and Zhou Yan really missed it in his heart.

The team of about 200 people came back, but only 150 people returned. In three years, they lost nearly three layers. This was not even war time, which made people sigh.

The sun and the moon rotated, and ten days passed in the blink of an eye. The flying boat slowly landed on the small square where it originally left. There were already many people waiting there.

The elders of the sect encouraged the returning disciples and distributed all the rewards for the stationing mission before letting the disciples go back to rest.

"Brother Zhou, come on, come on! I've been waiting for you for a long time."

As soon as the conference ended, a familiar voice came over.

Zhou Yan smiled knowingly, raised his feet and walked towards Gu Yunlong, who was waving constantly, but after taking only two steps, he felt a gaze from the side looking at him.

"Junior Brother Zhou, today's Immortal Cultivation World is in turmoil. Many monks are dying every day. We are waiting for our safe return from the Demon Realm. Junior Brother, please be careful when you go out."

"Haha, thank you for your concern, Senior Brother Chen. Although I, Zhou Yan, am low in cultivation, even if I am a Foundation Building Stage monk, I will try my best to take a bite of his flesh.

I am a small Independent Cultivator, so how can I be afraid of these turmoils? Little do I know that the bigger the storm, the more expensive the fish.

I'm just afraid that those who want my life don't have enough Foundation Building monks! "