Farming in the Immortal Mansion

Ye Ling saw Master Molong's hesitation and knew that he was guilty. He immediately seized this opportunity and summoned all the fifth-level spirit beasts in an instant!

With a shocking roar, the fifth-level beast king, the red-fire green-tailed leopard, suddenly rushed towards the surrounding Black Dragon Sect monks. The ice rock beast and ferret also attacked quickly, catching the Black Dragon Sect monks off guard. They all stepped back involuntarily.

Ye Ling jumped onto the head of the fifth-level demon dragon. A blue crystal-colored ice butterfly gently spread its ice-like butterfly wings and slowly flew onto his shoulder.

The Molong Sect Master's consciousness swept over Bingdie, and there was a trace of fear in his eyes. His eyebrows were knitted together, almost twisting into a knot.

The Wu clan members were dumbfounded. They had been teaming up with Ye Ling for a long time, and they only saw that he was diligent in practicing Taoism and combat skills. They could not have imagined that this young alchemy cultivator on the second floor of the foundation could actually There are so many fifth-level spirit beasts!

"Could he be an expert at the Golden Core stage! Deliberately hiding his cultivation? This, this is incredible!" The female cultivator in green clothes was full of doubts, but when she saw that Ye Ling had several powerful fifth-level spiritual beasts to help him, she still Very surprising.

"Don't panic, everyone, listen to Senior Ye! Our strength may not be inferior to that of the Molong Sect, and we must not be lambs to be slaughtered!"

Until now, the female cultivator in green clothes followed Ye Ling's lead and summoned all the tribesmen to join the battle group to resist the surprise attack by the monks from the Molong Sect behind them.

The expression of Master Molong changed several times, and he did not dare to act rashly. Then his consciousness stopped for a moment on the seventh-order formation flag that he had arranged. He felt somewhat confident in his heart and said to himself: "Now that I have not recovered from my serious injury, even though I am fighting, The strength is compromised, but with these seventh-level formation flags, you can attack when you advance, and defend when you retreat, so why are you afraid of him? "

The look of struggle in Master Molong's eyes became increasingly intense.

Ye Ling sneered, a fierce murderous intention flashed between his eyebrows, and uttered one word in a cold voice: "Kill!"

Following Ye Ling's order, all the fifth-level spirit beasts turned around and rushed towards the Molong Sect Master.

Ye Ling held the life-saving jade slip given by his master in one hand, and held out the ancient painting scroll of Shuifu with the other hand. As long as he had this ancient painting scroll to protect himself, Ye Ling was really not afraid of the attack of the injured Jindan old monster.

The Wu clan members were in great spirits, and they all rushed up after Ye Ling's spirit beasts.

The Molong Sect Master's face darkened, and he used the ferocious Black Light Flying Sword and went straight to Ye Ling to kill him!

A powerful coercion almost overwhelmed the Wu clan members in the early and middle stages of foundation building, and even the ferrets were trembling. However, the cold and ruthless ice rock beast and the red-fire green-tailed leopard that was not afraid of death, Ignoring this pressure, they all fought bravely to be first.

Ye Ling felt the trembling body of the demon dragon under his feet. At the same time, he had high hopes for the Bingdie and Shuifu scrolls. He did not take out the precious life-saving jade slips, but frantically injected mana into the ancient scrolls in an attempt to resist.

In an instant, the ancient painting scroll exuded a vast aura, blocking the ferocious black light flying sword several feet away from the scroll, making it stagnant in mid-air and unable to move forward.

At this moment, the ice butterfly on Ye Ling's shoulder flapped its wings slightly. Wherever the icy wind passed, the black light flying sword seemed to be covered with a layer of ice, frozen into an ice sword. Then, under the vast power of the ancient painting scroll, Turned into ice shards and disappeared immediately!

The leader of Molong vomited a mouthful of blood, and his face became even paler. It turned out that this sword was sacrificed by his blood. The broken sword caused severe damage to his mind. The injuries were added to the injuries, making him even weaker.

Compared to being injured, Ye Ling's calm and calm look while holding the scroll frightened him even more!

"The magic weapon he sacrificed must be a scroll-type magic weapon with a golden elixir middle stage or above! The astonishing aura it exudes is unfathomable! This sect master is by no means his opponent. He must quickly return to the cave where a large number of forbidden formations are deployed. Perhaps There is still some resistance.”

The leader of the Molong Sect secretly thought in his heart, and without hesitation retreated into the light curtain of the seventh-level formation flag, and gave an order to the monks of the Molong Sect: "Delay him for this sect leader! As long as you can delay him, count as long as you can."

After saying that, the leader of the Molong Sect wrapped up the battle flag, turned it into a rainbow, and fled towards the northern slope of Longze Mountain desperately.

The monks of the Molong Sect watched helplessly as the sect master fought with this monk in a moon-white satin gown who was on the second level of foundation building. The seventh-order black light flying sword that the sect master was so proud of was shattered in an instant. Even the sect master himself was shocked. He rolled up the formation flag and fled in a hurry! These Molong Sect monks were so afraid of Ye Ling's strength that they did not dare to attack him. Instead, they dispersed and fled with their swords, wishing they could stay as far away from Ye Ling as possible.

The Wu clan members cheered and worshiped Ye Ling, who was standing on the demon dragon's head, like a god! Each one’s eyes are filled with fanatical admiration!

"Senior Ye! You are a real person and don't show your face!"

"Haha, everyone in the Molong Sect has fled! Senior Ye, should we take the opportunity to chase up the mountain and destroy their Taoist altar? Uproot the Molong Sect!

"If we had known that Senior Ye's cultivation was so strong and much stronger than the Molong Sect Master, why would we bother going to the mountain stream every day? We should have fought with them long ago!"

Ye Ling said coldly: "That's enough! It's not suitable to stay here for a long time. If you want to survive, come with me!"

Obviously, they all regarded Ye Ling as an old monster with golden elixirs who was even more powerful than the Molong Sect Master. Ye Ling was not disgusted by this and simply kept pretending. In this way, he owned ancient painting scrolls and many spiritual beasts. Everything has become natural and will not make anyone suspicious.

Ye Ling didn't wait for them to react, put away all the spiritual beasts, rode the demon dragon, and rushed out of the sky.

All the Wu clan members were stunned, not knowing what Senior Ye was up to. They looked confused: "What? Senior Ye is not going to eliminate the Molong Sect? Could it be that the leader of the Molong Sect has a powerful back-up plan?"

The female cultivator in green clothes shouted: "Go! Hurry up and catch up with Senior Ye! Are you staying here to die?"

Everyone realized that only by following Senior Ye's steps could they save their lives, and they all hurriedly chased their patron saint with sword lights.

Ye Ling stood at the edge of the big lake, waiting for the moonlight to turn to the north mountain of Longze Mountain. He turned back and looked coldly at the Wu clan members who were swarming and following him. He took up the posture of a Jindan senior, stood proudly, and remained silent, making everyone dare not breathe.

Ye Ling glanced at the top of Longze Mountain again. No one turned back to chase him, which made him feel relieved. In fact, Ye Ling was sweating in his palms.

The female cultivator in green clothes stood respectfully behind Ye Ling, and said with a bitter face: "These days, we have neglected you a lot, and asked you to refine a lot of pills. We are so ashamed! I hope you will forgive us for our blindness."

Ye Ling waved his hand and said calmly: "It doesn't matter! The moonlight is going to move to the back mountain. You all take the water-avoiding pills and follow me across the lake!"