Farming in the Immortal Mansion

Ye Ling said nonchalantly: "It doesn't matter! I'm about to use the Thunder Sacrifice to refine the magic weapon to help you withstand the lightning and ensure that you are safe and sound."

Little Chun'er didn't dare to speak any more, so she had to hold up a purple bamboo umbrella for Tianxiang and follow Master Mold God up the mountain.

The thunder was deafening along the way, and sometimes lightning flashed in front of his eyes, but Ye Ling was not afraid at all. He just found that the thunder struck down from the sky, or hit the rocks, and instantly fell into pieces, or merged into the ground veins of Thunder Mountain. It seemed to be absorbed silently by the mountain.

As a result, no vegetation can be seen on the mountain, and everything has turned into scorched earth.

Not long after, Ye Ling saw several figures at the foot of the mountain from a distance. They were obviously a team of monks searching for treasures here. Someone had already arrived first.

Ye Ling was very puzzled: "What treasures can be found on Thunder Mountain? There are actually people coming here to hunt for treasures. We have to go and find out!" M..

For Ye Ling, there was no grass growing here, not even a single spiritual grass, just bare rocks. The hope of finding rare spiritual grasses here was in vain. All that was left was to temper the Heavenly Tribulation Thunder Bow and the Purple Thunder Hammer.

Xiao Chun'er's twin corpse Gu spread out and felt that the aura of Nascent Soul emitted by this team of monks was not only high in cultivation, but also powerful in numbers!

If he had been in the Chu Kingdom casual cultivator team before, they would have stayed away from such a strong man, but Lord Mushi had to go up to him to investigate.

Little Chun'er said sarcastically: "Mr. God of Mold! I have a saying that I don't know whether to say or not?"

Ye Ling nodded: "Just say it."

Little Chun'er lowered her voice: "I feel that there are seven Nascent Soul cultivators at the foot of the mountain. I'm afraid we are not their opponents! Once Master Mold God approaches, these people will be alert. Don't look at Master Mold God. It’s easy for spiritual beasts to deal with Golden Core cultivators, but it’s probably not that easy to deal with so many Yuanying cultivators!”

Little Chun'er thought she said it tactfully, and even looked at the fox demon sister Tianxiang for help, hoping that she would agree with him and not provoke this group of monks.

Unexpectedly, before Ye Ling could speak, Tianxiang said disdainfully: "You are as timid as a mouse! What are you afraid of? We are here, so you can just rest assured. Not to mention there are seven Nascent Soul cultivators opposite, even a dozen , my aunt didn’t take them seriously!”

Ye Ling nodded slightly: "Exactly! Anyone who enters the land of the hidden gods, even if they are cultivators of divine transformation, can only suppress their cultivation to the middle stage of Nascent Soul. Not to mention that there is no Chu Guojing among the monks at the foot of the mountain. The elder from the Huashen clan looks like a team of cultivators from the Yong Kingdom. He looks familiar, as if he has seen them before the mountain."

Little Chun'er was speechless by their refutation, so she had to bite the bullet and follow them. If the situation went bad, she was ready to release the twin corpse poison and run away.

Anyway, he vaguely sensed the location of his young lady, which was halfway up the mountainside of Thunder Mountain!

Little Chun'er secretly cursed: "These two people are arrogant. When you guys fight fiercely, I will take the opportunity to sneak away and find my lady! As long as I return to my lady, with her ability, even if I can't Even though he is running rampant in this world, he is not afraid of other groups of monks!”

While Xiao Chun'er was silently calculating, Ye Ling's body flashed and he came to the foot of the mountain first.

Ye Ling's move immediately aroused the vigilance of the team of seven monks!

One by one, they stopped holding the magical flying sword in their hands and no longer excavated the rocks. Instead, they looked at the monk in the moon-white satin gown with vigilance, as well as the witch who arrived later, and the fat golden elixir monk who held an umbrella for her. .