Farming in the Immortal Mansion

Ye Ling held the ancient painting scroll in his left hand, and his right hand naturally dropped down, into his sleeve, and walked over proudly.

Sisters Lu Xinmei and Lu Xuezhu were worried about Ye Ling. Wei Tong also tightened his grip on the Sky-Breaking Hammer, nervously watching Ye Ling's back and every move of the foundation-building monks from the Cao Mansion across from him.

Cao Shuang's eyes saw that the inconspicuous little qi practitioner was far away from the big black man. Suddenly, Cao Shuang laughed ferociously, his fierce look revealed, and he flew over quickly with the light of his sword!

Ye Ling knew that the defensive power of Shuifu's scroll was extremely strong. As long as he blocked it in front of him, he was not afraid of the Taoist arts and magic weapon attacks from the monks in the early stages of foundation building. In addition, he was proficient in high-level rejuvenation techniques, so it didn't matter even if he was accidentally injured. Therefore, Ye Ling kept staring at him coldly, with a calm expression and no intention of dodge.

"Boy, are you scared out of your mind? You are seeking death yourself, you can't blame others!"

Cao Shuang wished he could laugh loudly. He couldn't help but feel ecstatic at the thought of taking back the treasure of the town's cave! Of course, he also knew that the ancient painting scroll passed down by the ancestor was not trivial, but in his impression, the ancient painting scroll was just a defensive treasure. With this little Qi practitioner in his hand, it was just a bit troublesome to snatch it, but he would not give it to him. If he brings any danger, just watch out for the big black man rushing over!

"As long as this kid loses the ancient painting scroll, he will be no different from an ant! I will crush him to death with my own hands before the black man arrives!"

Cao Shuang stepped on the flying sword, spreading his aura to the extreme, stretching his ape arms, grabbing the ancient painting scroll with his big hand.

At this critical moment, Ye Ling flicked the sleeve of his right hand, spilling a large amount of top-quality ice-condensing vine seeds, and used the entanglement technique!

In an instant, countless ice-condensing vines danced wildly like silver snakes, blocking the narrow cloud cave. Cao Shuang had no way to hide, and was entangled tightly by the ice-condensing vines that resembled ice ropes.

Kara la!

There was a freezing sound, and the cold air spread from the ice-condensing vines, causing ice to condense around Cao Shuang's body, and he fell into a stiff state.

"Brother Wei, come on!"

Ye Ling said hello, and Wei Tong and the Lu sisters finally recovered from their shock and rushed forward with magic weapons in hand.

Wei Tong swung the Sky-Breaking Hammer, hit Cao Shuang's legs and the flying sword at his feet, and shouted loudly: "Hey!"

Under this powerful bombardment, both of Cao Shuang's legs were broken, and even the fourth-level flying sword was broken into two pieces. He lost his spiritual power and was completely frozen into ice slag by the ice-condensing vine.

"Wei Tong's doubled combat power is so terrifying!" Lu Xuezhu, who said nothing, was greatly shocked. Fortunately, Ye Ling said that the effect of this rare elixir can only last for two sticks of incense. time, and then it will take another day to recover.

Cao Shuang, who was entangled by the ice vines, fell into deep despair and used all his magic power to break free from the shackles of the third-level top ice ice vines.

"Open!" Cao Shuang shouted, and violent fire energy poured into his arms, causing the ice vines to melt quickly. Then, under Cao Shuang's full effort to break free, many ice vines collapsed!

Wei Tong took advantage of the moment he broke away, jumped on him, and hit him hard!

Boom!

Wei Tong's thick earth armor knocked Cao Shuang to pieces, and he fell heavily to the ground. Even the cassock that resisted the powerful attack was damaged, and all the bones in his body were falling apart.

"Hahaha! Take another kick from me!"

At this time, Wei Tong, with his own combat power doubled, no longer had any fear of the foundation-building monks, and was about to enjoy the taste of beating the strong man.

Suddenly, Cao Shuang, who was struggling on the ground, stared at Ye Ling with eyes full of hatred, and used his last remaining strength to shoot a burst of flames at Ye Ling!

Ye Ling was already on guard against his attack and immediately unfolded the ancient scroll to block his dying blow.

When the fierce flames hit the ancient paintings of Shuifu, they immediately created a layer of ripples like water waves, causing the fire attack to instantly dissipate invisible!

"Haha, it is indeed Shuifu Yun's cave's treasure. It can be used to resist killing moves. It couldn't be better!"

Ye Ling held the unfolded ancient painting scroll and was very satisfied. He planned to shake off the ancient painting scroll and close it casually. Unexpectedly, Ye Ling inadvertently injected some spiritual power into the ancient painting scroll.

In an instant, Ye Ling's expression changed drastically, and he felt that all the mana in his body was rushing toward the ancient painting scroll, almost being sucked dry by the Shuifu painting scroll.

Just after Ye Ling's mana was exhausted, the ancient painting scroll flashed with brilliance, lighting up the entire Shuifu Cloud Cave!

Hearing a shrill scream, Cao Shuang's soul was separated from his body under the brilliance of the scroll, and he was sucked into the ancient painting scroll in horror! His physical body fell heavily to the ground, without any breath anymore.

The Lu sisters exclaimed in unison, and even the black man Wei Tong was stunned for a long time. He did not come back to his senses until the effect of Tianquan Dan dissipated.

Ye Ling hurriedly swallowed three Wishful Transformation Pills and quickly replenished the lost mana. His pale face gradually improved, and then he began to look at the ancient painting scroll with flowing light.

Under the main mountain depicted in the scroll of Shuifu, there is a little person, who looks like the soul of the Cao family's foundation-building monk!

"The ancient painting scroll actually took away the soul of the foundation-building monk! This is too powerful!"

Ye Lingqiang suppressed the throbbing in his heart, and at the same time he understood clearly that Cao Shuang was seriously injured by Wei Tong, who had doubled his combat power, and his soul was captured by the Shuifu scroll. If his physical strength and magic power were at their peak, Sometimes, I'm afraid it may not be possible.

Ye Ling recalled what he had done inadvertently just now, and thought to himself: "Just now, I was shaking off the ancient scroll while injecting mana into it, and then the mana in my body was almost 'drained', which 'triggered' the soul-stealing power of the water scroll! I think the ancestor of the Cao family did not discover this wonderful use of the ancient scroll, and only regarded it as a defensive treasure."

Lu Xuezhu was the first to come back to her senses from her trance. Seeing that Ye Ling's mana had recovered, she secretly thought it was a pity that she missed the opportunity to snatch the treasure of the 'cave'!

However, she regretted it, but if she really fought with Ye Ling, she would not have much chance of winning. After all, even a strong man like the Cao family's foundation-building cultivator was bound by Ye Ling's large handful of ice vines. With the previous lesson, Lu Xuezhu did not dare to act rashly.

"Congratulations to Fellow Daoist Ye for obtaining this treasure! Did you really seal the soul of this Cao Mansion cultivator?"

Lu Xuezhu was jealous for a while, but said helplessly.

Ye Ling nodded, tried to blast out divine thoughts to the ancient painting scroll, and asked Cao Shuang's soul in the painting scroll:

"Tell me! Your origin, your name, how did you know we were in the Shuifu Cloud 'Dong'? Otherwise, I will just flick the painting scroll lightly, and your soul will fly away immediately!"

Under the main mountain of the Shuifu painting scroll, Cao Shuang's soul was frightened by him and trembled. He begged repeatedly and sent out a weak divine consciousness: "Please spare my life! I am Cao Shuang from the Cao family, a great cultivator family. The one who was shot by the talisman was my cousin Cao An. Both of us brothers were sent by the head of the family! When he saw the sound of the Shuifu wind chime under the eaves, he knew that the brass ancient bell in the Shuifu Cloud 'Dong' was moved by outsiders and there was a change, so he ordered us brothers to come quickly to investigate."