Immortal fate

"Yes, uncle."

Elder Liehuo agreed, opened his mouth, and a fiery red knife flew out and stabbed the skinny old man under the tree in the distance.

The remaining people also had angry faces. They took out their magic weapons and attacked the old man under the tree with an extremely terrifying momentum.

Looking at the four or five magic weapons coming towards him, the skinny old man had a bitter look on his face. These people were all his former classmates, but now they were drawing swords against each other. He felt very uncomfortable and had a lot of thoughts in his heart. He felt guilty, but he was not willing to sit back and wait for death. He opened his mouth and spat out, one white and one black, and two magic weapons flew out of the old man's mouth.

The black magic weapon was a pitch-black inkstone with a lot of ink on it, covering most of the sky. It met the flying magic weapons and made a fierce collision sound. The skinny old man said helplessly: "Junior Brother Liehuo, Junior Brother Wu, do you have to do this?”

"Bah, who is your junior brother, you traitor? Your junior uncles are so kind to you, but you actually betrayed the sect, go to hell!" The old man surnamed Wu said with great disdain.

"Junior Brother Wu, I can't help myself." The old man said helplessly.

"Hmph, I think you are not helpless, but you just want to ride on two boats and make profits everywhere. How can you, a freeloader like you, be worthy of being my senior brother." Old Man Liehuo said with great disdain.

On the other side, after the old man surnamed Jiang took action, he beat the two golden elixir stage monks until they vomited blood. Moreover, the amulets they prepared, the two golden elixir stage female monks, were also replaced by the old man with two substitute amulets. After leaving, the two people were shocked and angry, and the fear in their hearts continued to spread.

The restraints imposed by these two people on the woman were easily lifted by the old man in the Nascent Soul stage. Jiang Qingxue and the woman from Lingmiao Pavilion woke up, their faces were very ugly, but they saw the old man in gray robe. When they arrived, Jiang Qingxue shouted in surprise: "Uncle, why are you here? The man named Wan from Xuanjian Sect and the man named Lan from Wanghailou have rebelled. They attacked us halfway."

"I already know about this matter. You and nephew Wu should kill the boy named Zheng! He is trying to clean up the sect. That boy is a traitor. Our Wanxiang Sect is weak. But we can’t let others handle this matter for us, so just leave the two people in front of me to me,” the old man said with a sad expression.

Jiang Qingxue glanced at Elder Liehuo and the monk surnamed Wu in the distance, with very complicated expressions. The skinny old man was older than them. He was their uncle and had guided their cultivation since childhood. Usually, Their feelings are also very deep. When this person was sent to the Holy Land by the elders of the sect, several of them had begged for this person. However, they did not expect that today they would draw their swords against each other. It was inevitable that there was something wrong in their hearts. But in the end, the woman gritted her teeth and said, "Yes, uncle."

After the woman finished speaking, she opened her mouth and spat out a white jade ruler, which turned into countless ruler shadows in the air and slashed towards the old man.

Looking at Chi Ying who was beheading him, the skinny old man felt an inexplicable pain in his heart and said, "Junior sister Jiang, why do you do this?"

"Hmph, since you chose to betray the sect, we are mortal enemies, so let's take action with all our strength!" Jiang Qingxue said with a cold snort.

At this time, the woman from Lingmiao Pavilion was still left on the spot, a little at a loss, but in the end, the expression on her face changed for a while, and she joined the battle group besieging the skinny old man.

The skinny old man is a monk at the peak of the Golden Core stage. His strength, coupled with the power of the two magic weapons in his hands, is also very strong. Under the siege of the monks surnamed Wu and others, he only fell slightly behind, allowing everyone to surpass him. The more I fight, the more frightened I become.

Compared with the skinny old man, the Jindan monks at Xuanjianmen and Wanghai Tower were a little miserable. The two of them were attacked by the Nascent Soul monks and were seriously injured. They were vomiting blood in the air. Among them, Wanghai The old man surnamed Lan in the building was the worst. One of his arms had been cut off, and a large piece of his chest was dented. He was extremely frightened and regretted that he should not take this trip into the muddy water. He hurriedly said: "Fellow Taoist Wan" , If you have any back-ups, take them out as soon as possible! Otherwise, I won't be able to hold on anymore. The monks in the Nascent Soul stage are too strong. With the two women protecting them just now, this Jiang didn't dare to take action with all his strength. There is no scruple now, if you keep hiding it, we will have no choice but to die here."

"I understand. If you hold on for a while, I have already sent out the news here. Support will be here soon." Monk Wan said with a pale face.

But when he was halfway through his words, a monk flew over from a distance away from his colleagues. It was none other than Lin Feng. Lin Feng held a small black flag in his hand, with a gloomy air on it. The visitor, Jie Jie, laughed strangely and said, "You juniors are really useless. If I ask you to come and get some things, you can mess them up."

After the visitor finished speaking, he threw the flag in his hand forward, and the small black flag turned into a giant flag more than ten feet long, facing the small white seal in the air, and the Xuanjian Sect's The monks and the monk surnamed Lan were saved.

Seeing the person coming, the monk surnamed Wan hurriedly said: "Thank you senior for saving your life. It's not that the junior and others are incompetent, but that the other party was too cunning and set up a trap for us to jump in. This is why we failed to complete the task successfully. "

"Hmph, quibbling, if it weren't for the fact that we are allies, I would have killed you long ago." Lin Feng snorted with disdain on his face.

As this person spoke, the aura on his body was constantly changing. He was originally just a small cultivator in the Qi Refining Stage, but after a moment, he had the cultivation of the early Nascent Soul Stage, which made the faces of the surrounding Jindan Stage cultivators become very ugly.

"Soul possession."

The gray-robed old man in the Nascent Soul Stage uttered a few words coldly.

"Hehe, you actually know, Jiang Laoer, your strength is not high, but your knowledge is not shallow. Calculating your age, you have lived for more than a thousand years! Still staying in the early Nascent Soul Stage, what a waste. You are living in the world, just a waste of resources, let me send you on your way, and it can also save some spirit stones for the Wanxiang Sect and train more back disciples. Shouldn't you thank me?" Lin Feng sneered and said with some disdain.

After hearing this, the gray-robed old man did not say anything, but the Jindan stage cultivator next to him had an angry look on his face, but he dared not say anything.