Farming in the Immortal Mansion

The High Priest of Yue Man could not defeat most of the White Tiger warriors of Fire Man, so he could only nod in response, but his eyes never left Ye Ling, monitoring him, for fear that this man might have any evil intentions.

Surrounded by many people, Ye Ling followed them to the Yueman garrison on the edge of the Ten Thousand Demons Valley. It turned out to be a temporary palace deep in the mountain forest. The people stationed here were all members of the Yueman tribe.

Some of them looked familiar to Ye Ling. Ye Ling had seen them following the Saint at Shiwanda Mountain that day, worshiping the moon, offering sacrifices to the Bloody Moon, and even fighting with him.

Unexpectedly, these people from Yue Man would actually come to the outskirts of the Valley of Ten Thousand Demons and join forces with most of the Fire Barbarians to fight against the Witch Clan.

The high priest of Yue Man came to the palace and used his spiritual consciousness to communicate with the saint of his clan. Unknown to outsiders, even most of the White Tiger warriors of Fire Man could only stay far away and could not get close to Yue Man's palace.

Soon, the Yueman High Priest turned around and ordered: "Bring this man here! There are people from my Yueman tribe all around, so I don't think he can escape!"

Ye Ling followed the people from the Yueman tribe to the palace, and immediately saw the familiar figure in the bamboo curtain, it was the Yueman Saint! And those protecting her around the palace were still those strong golden elixir cultivators.

No wonder the Yueman high priest is confident. This is the newly opened territory of the Yueman tribe. Not only is he, the high priest of the late Jindan period, in charge, but there are also many strong men from the Yueman tribe.

In their eyes, Ye Ling was just a monk in the middle stage of the Golden Core. Regardless of whether he was a spy of the Witch Clan or not, he was nothing to be afraid of!

Saint Yue Man looked at Ye Ling up and down through the bamboo curtain. She saw that this man was extremely handsome. Standing there, he looked like a jade tree in the wind. She was calm and calm, without any fear, even though she was surrounded by Yue Man. A member of the tribe, this person seemed to be taking a leisurely stroll, calm and composed.

Before the saint could speak, Ye Ling immediately sent her a divine thought through the connection between soul and blood: "Your soul blood is in my hands! If you don't want to die, just do as I say!"

The Moon Man Saint is greatly shocked! Staring at Ye Ling with wide eyes, he instantly realized that the trace of his soul was in this person!

"You..." Saint Yueman opened her lips lightly, panicking for a moment and not knowing how to respond.

Ye Ling sent her another spiritual message: "I am Cang Lang Man, the guest invited by Young Master Cang Lang. You take me out of this land of fire barbarians and through the Hundred Thousand Mountains! When the time comes, I will definitely return your soul blood. !”

Upon hearing the words "return soul blood", the Yueman Saint's eyes suddenly changed from frightened to extremely eager. She nodded subconsciously and asked tentatively with her spiritual consciousness: "Is it that simple? Are you serious about this? Did you accept it at the beginning? Where is my soul-blooded person?"

Speaking of which, Saint Yue Man cares very much about Ye Ling. Ever since she said goodbye to Shiwan Mountain, she has been praying almost day and night. The monk in the moon white satin gown who took away her soul blood must not die! Otherwise, even she would have to be buried with him. .

Now the Holy Lady Yue Man used her spiritual sense to examine carefully, and found out that this person's appearance and the evil aura emanating from him were completely different from that of the monk in Yue's white satin gown! There is no doubt that the soul of life is in the hands of this person, which makes the saint girl shocked and doubtful.

Ye Ling calmly spoke out his thoughts: "This is true! That person has already left the Fire Barbarian Land and gone to an extremely distant place. If you don't follow me, then no one here can stop me. Me! And you will definitely die!"

Saint Yueman took a deep breath and hurriedly sent out her spiritual thoughts: "No, I'll go with you!"

Now, she can't allow her to think too much and can only trust the person in front of her. After all, her soul and blood are controlled by others. As long as the other person has a thought, she will die!

So the Saint Yueman stood up in front of all the clan members and greeted them with a smile: "Oh, who do I think I am? It turns out that we are a distinguished guest. I forgive my little lady for not being able to welcome you from afar!"

As soon as this statement came out, not only the people of the Yueman tribe near the palace were dumbfounded! Even the high priest's eyes almost popped out of his head.

"Saint! Who is this kid!" Cold sweat dripped from the high priest's forehead. He had previously boasted to most of the fire barbarians about how pure his saint was.

Now it seems that the saint is very familiar with this boy. Even her voice is much softer, and even her behavior when she gets up to invite him is a bit flattering, as if she is afraid that this man will be unhappy.