Farming in the Immortal Mansion

In the mountain wind, Ye Ling stood proudly, as cold as the eternal ice and snow on the Tianshan Mountains. The powerful aura of the seventh level of Qi training emanating from all over his body made Song Qiong's heart sink infinitely!

At this moment, Song Qiong's self-confidence was severely damaged, and even cracks appeared in her heart. She could not bear Ye Ling's blow to her. Just imagine, who can advance from the fifth level of Qi training to the seventh level of Qi training in just ten days! It’s simply appalling!

Song Qiong felt a trance in front of her eyes. She clenched the Changhong Suo tightly, and her palms were covered in cold sweat. She said with a suspicious look on her face: "How did you do it? Did you hide your cultivation when you first fought against me?" ? "What are your intentions?"

At this point, Song Qiong's pretty face turned pale. If the Ye Ling in front of her had been hiding his cultivation from her, then such an opponent would be too terrifying, enough to make Song Qiong's soul tremble.

Ye Ling stared at her very coldly, neither admitting nor denying.

Even though Song Qiong is an elite disciple at the eighth level of Fengchi Sect's Qi training, her cultivation level is still one level higher than that of Ye Ling at the moment; even though she holds the third-level ultimate magic weapon Changhong Suo in her hand, and Ye Ling only has one The third-level equipment is Black Cloud Boots; but at this moment, Song Qiong lost her confidence, especially in terms of momentum, she had taken a sharp turn.

On the other hand, Ye Ling's fighting spirit is overwhelming!

For this haunting female cultivator who chased him all the way to Yunhuan Mountain, fell from the cliff and into the deep valley, forcing him to hide in the cave, Ye Ling had absolutely no sympathy for her, and she would always treat her enemies the same way. Ruthless!

"kill!"

Ye Ling slashed out a wind blade, followed by the ice cone technique in the ice spell.

Using the magic power of the seventh level of Qi training to perform these two Taoist techniques, the power was much greater than before. Song Qiong did not dare to neglect, and waved the Changhong Suo into a colorful butterfly shape to resist Ye Ling's Taoist attacks.

At the same time, Song Qiong's whole body was covered with pink protective halos to prevent the recurrence of leg injuries.

"Are you going to fight me just with Taoist magic? I will never let you succeed again! I want to see how much mana you have in your body to continuously perform Taoist magic?"

Song Qiong had a pretty face. When she saw clearly that Ye Ling only used Taoist techniques to attack, a disdainful smile appeared on her lips, and she concluded that Ye Ling must be in the late stage of Qi training and should not be afraid.

Song Qiong calmed down for a moment, took out a top-quality ice talisman from the storage bag, and blasted it towards Ye Ling.

Uh-huh!

Ye Ling's figure suddenly turned into an afterimage and disappeared in front of Song Qiong!

The ice talisman was empty and hit the ground, freezing a piece of land.

"Huh? Could it be that the water has disappeared?"

Song Qiong hurriedly used her spiritual eye technique and looked around, only to see that Ye Ling had no Shuiyin at all, standing coldly thirty feet away in front of her.

"How is it possible! Such a fast speed? I didn't even notice it!"

Song Qiong's eyes widened and she looked at Ye Ling in horror. At this moment, Ye Ling brought her so many surprises that she couldn't react for a while.

Ye Ling said meaningfully: "Your Taoist skills are not as sophisticated as mine, and they are not as diverse as mine. You can't hurt Ye with just the third-level top-quality spiritual talisman! What you rely on is only the third-level top-quality ribbon." Changhong Suo. Haha, it’s a pity that when you used Changhong Suo, all the spring light was released, allowing Ye Mou to feast his eyes on it!”

While Ye Ling was chatting and laughing, Song Qiong was embarrassed, annoyed, and stunned with anger.

Song Qiong covered her cassock with one hand, bit her red lips tightly, and waved the rainbow rope vigorously with the other hand, wishing to catch Ye Ling immediately.

Ye Ling wanted her to be impetuous and make her have scruples before taking action. Ye Ling saw the opportunity, and relying on the speed of the third-level black cloud boots and the wind control technique, the figure in the moon-white satin gown instantly approached, and suddenly scattered a large number of third-level top-grade ice-condensing vine seeds, and used the entanglement technique!

Kara la!

There was a freezing sound, and the Changhongsuo was entangled by thick ice vines, unable to move!

Song Qiong gasped. She couldn't control the Changhong Rope with her spiritual consciousness several times, and couldn't pull it back.

Just when she turned pale with shock and turned around to run, Ye Ling caught up with her in Xuan Yun boots! He used the entanglement technique again and scattered a large number of Ice-condensing Vine seeds.

"ah!"

The frightened Song Qiong was hit by Ye Ling's entanglement technique. She screamed and fell to the ground.

Song Qiong suddenly felt ice-cold all over his body, and was bound tightly by ice-condensing vines that exuded a biting cold air.

Facing the top-quality ice-condensing vines as thick as a child's arm, Song Qiong struggled with all her strength but was unable to break free.

Immediately afterwards, Ye Ling used another winding technique. As the ice vines grew, the ice immediately spread, causing most of Song Qiong's body to freeze into an ice sculpture.

Song Qiong was completely desperate and waited for death in silence.

Ye Ling let out a sigh of relief and quickly put away her Changhong Cord and the Ice Ning Vine seal. He put away Song Qiong's storage bag again and saw that there were many third-level top-grade talismans inside, so Ye Ling kept them all for himself.

Then, Ye Ling held the second-level top-grade Youquan Sword in one hand and grabbed a handful of top-grade ice-condensing vine seeds in the other. He stood in front of the frozen Song Qiong, with coldness in his star-like eyes, and said very coldly: "What can you say now? You still want me to hand over my soul blood and become your slave. What a joke!"

Song Qiong's cheeks were filled with two lines of clear tears. She looked at Ye Ling pitifully. Even now, she was still trying to use the soul-possessing technique to seduce Ye Ling.

Ye Ling immersed part of her mind in the Xianfu Jade Pendant, and the spiritual platform was clear and clear, and she would not be tempted by her at all.

Ye Ling said coldly: "There are only two paths before you, either death or hand over your soul and blood and recognize me as your master!"

Song Qiong's eyes revealed an extremely fearful look, and she shook her head desperately, trembling and said: "I don't choose either, I beg Brother Ye to spare me! I swear by my inner demon, I promise that from now on, I will never dare to be an enemy of Brother Ye again."

"Swear by the inner demon? Ridiculous! For a woman like you who is lingering and poisonous like snakes and scorpions, only ghosts will believe you. Quick, hand over your soul and blood!"

Ye Ling was not moved at all, staring at her coldly, raised the Youquan Sword, and counted: "One, two, three! Cut!"

As Ye Ling's pupils shrank sharply, the Youquan Sword was about to cut down.

Song Qiong was completely frightened and exclaimed: "No!"

Ye Ling stopped the Youquan Sword in his hand and looked at her coldly. The spiritual pressure of the seventh level of Qi training emanating from his body did not change at all.

Song Qiong closed her eyes tightly, and tremblingly forced a ball of soul blood out from her forehead, floating in the air.

Ye Ling took it in his hand without hesitation, and after checking it with his spiritual consciousness, he slapped it into his own forehead and merged it into the purple mansion sea of ​​consciousness.

Ye Ling said coldly: "From now on, I am your master! Your life and death are in my hands! As long as I have a thought, you will be completely destroyed along with the disappearance of soul blood! Understand?"

"Understand! Qiong'er understands."

Song Qiong said bitterly but obediently, staring at Ye Ling with a flattering look, not daring to show the slightest disrespect in her eyes.