Lingxiao Immortal Clan

The next morning.

After entering the Yunwu Wen Clan territory, Ling Yunhong and Luo Minghui, who had been searching all night, finally found Li Lao Mo, who was causing chaos everywhere in the Wen Clan territory and harming the Wen Clan mortals.

"Aren't they in the Huaishui Market in response to the call of the Bailing Sect? How come they are here?" Li Lao Mo, who was refining blood pills with hundreds of mortal corpses in a small village, saw Ling Yunhong and Luo Minghui riding a flying boat in the sky not far away.

He frowned and cursed inwardly. "Damn Chen Dong, you dare to lie to me. After this, I will definitely pull out his tendons and skin him."

Li Lao Mo was seriously injured and did not dare to fight with Luo Minghui, who was in the late stage of foundation building, and Ling Yunhong, who knew a powerful sword formation. He quickly stopped refining blood pills, performed a secret method, and turned into a blood light to escape.

A few miles away, Luo Minghui, who was driving the flying boat, saw Li Lao Mo escape, but smiled jokingly, performed the "sound enhancement technique", and laughed loudly.

"Old Demon Li, I want to see how much blood and essence you have to support you to perform the blood escape secret technique. Four years ago, if it weren't for your fearless disciple who used the secret technique to delay me, would you have survived to this day? Today I want to see if you still have such luck."

Old Demon Li, who was escaping by performing the blood escape technique, heard the voice coming from behind him, and his face was full of anger, and he said secretly. "Damn thing, Xiaohe, Master, I will definitely avenge you in the future."

Four years ago, it was Li He, the "Xiaohe" in the mouth of Old Demon Li, who, with the perfect cultivation of Qi training, performed the magic boiling technique, forcibly burned the blood and essence, raised his cultivation to the foundation building stage, and desperately stopped Luo Minghui and others who attacked and killed Old Demon Li. Old Demon Li took the opportunity to escape and survived to this day.

In the sky, Luo Minghui, who was driving the flying boat, looked slightly condensed after the sarcasm, and increased the injection of spiritual power into the flying boat under his feet.

The flying boat flashed with spiritual light, and the flying speed increased by nearly one-fold.

Although Li Lao Mo, who turned into blood light on the ground, was much faster than the flying boat, the distance between them was widened at first, but as time went on, Li Lao Mo's speed gradually slowed down, and Luo Minghui and Ling Yunhong, who were chasing behind, were getting closer and closer.

In just one hour, the two caught up with Li Lao Mo.

The battle was about to break out, and Luo Minghui, who was driving the flying boat, took out twelve red formation flags embroidered with flame patterns from his mouth.

As soon as the twelve formation flags came out of the outside world, they turned into escape lights and surrounded Li Lao Mo who was fleeing in front.

"Formation up."

The twelve formation flags shook in the void, and large flames burst out respectively, sweeping towards Li Lao Mo.

At this time, Ling Yunhong, who was riding the flying boat, also slapped his storage bag and summoned eighteen green flying swords from it.

These eighteen green flying swords were all made from several hundred-year-old green bamboos of the second-grade lower grade. Because Ling Yunhong's refining level had not yet reached the second grade, only three green bamboo swords had reached the second-grade lower grade, and they were the lowest-grade flying swords among the second-grade lower-grade flying swords.

The remaining fifteen flying swords were all first-grade upper-grade.

"The Earthly Evil Sword Formation is up."

The eighteen green flying swords flashed a spiritual light at the same time, as if they were one body, and at the tip of the sword, a huge sword light three feet long burst out.

"Go."

The eighteen green giant swords turned into green spiritual light and killed Li Lao Mo in front.

Li Lao Mo in front was forced to stop due to the raging fire and the flying swords. He quickly took out a magic shield from the storage bag, injected spiritual power, and propped up a blood-red light curtain to temporarily resist the flames and flying swords.

Then, he spit out the cone-shaped Thousand Ghost Banner, which was still his life magic weapon, and summoned tens of thousands of evil ghosts from the souls of tens of thousands of Wen family mortals killed in this attack, and rushed to the raging fire outside the light curtain.

He wanted to weaken the power of the raging fire in this way.

In the sky, Luo Minghui, who was driving the flying boat, saw this scene and laughed jokingly.

"The evil ghosts who have not yet entered the rank are like moths flying into the fire."

What he said was not wrong. Although the tens of thousands of evil ghosts summoned by Li Lao Mo were as many as tens of thousands, they did not hinder the raging flames spewed out by the twelve formation flags. Those evil ghosts were burned to ashes as soon as they touched the flames.

In just a hundred breaths, the tens of thousands of evil ghosts were burned to ashes.

Without these evil ghosts, the Thousand Ghost Banner was useless.

Although Li Lao Mo still had a second-grade upper-grade magic sword, it was entangled by Ling Yunhong's eighteen second-grade lower-grade flying swords and could not make any contribution.

Under the endless flames summoned by the twelve formation flags, in just half an hour, the light curtain supported by Li Lao Mo's second-level magic shield was broken, and the endless flames also burned Li Lao Mo's body to ashes.

When Li Lao Mo died, the stone weighing on the hearts of Luo Minghui and Ling Yunhong finally relaxed.

The next moment, Ling Yunhong summoned the Fairy Crane King, left Luo Minghui's flying boat, and rode on the Fairy Crane King. The sword formation composed of eighteen flying swords was not put away, but suspended beside him to guard against Luo Minghui.

The two of them could ride on the same flying boat before, because they had a common enemy. Now that Li Lao Mo is dead, they will also become ordinary.

Ling Yunhong praised. "Fellow Daoist Luo is extraordinary, and I admire him again."

"Fellow Daoist Ling is also strong." Luo Minghui saw Ling Yunhong's behavior, his expression moved slightly, and he didn't say anything, but just replied politely. "Old Demon Li is dead, and the spiritual objects on his body were destroyed by the flames summoned by my natal flag. Let's return to the front line as soon as possible. I am really worried about handing our family members over to the Wu Yan couple."

"Yes." Ling Yunhong agreed very much.

Although Wu Yan and his wife promised the two of them to help them capture the Lingshan Mountain occupied by the Stone-armored Apes, during this period, if the tribe is in danger, it is unknown whether Wu Yan and his wife, as foreigners, will help.

One of them flew the flying boat, and the other rode the Fairy Crane King, one behind the other, flying rapidly towards the south.

…

May 3rd, night.

Hundreds of monks from the five major foundation-building families in Huaishui County set out from Huaishuifang City. After running for three days, they were finally approaching the Lingshan Mountain occupied by the Stone-armored Apes.

The three-day long journey made hundreds of monks very tired.

Therefore, the patriarchs of the five major families did not rush to attack the stone-armored apes. Instead, they found a deserted valley near the Lingshan Mountain where the stone-armored apes were entrenched, allowing the tribesmen to rest for the night and then attack at dawn.

That night, Ling Yunhong, a foundation-building monk in the Ling family's team of monks who was resting in the deserted valley, and Luo Minghui, a foundation-building monk in the Luo family's monk team, noticed something strange in the storage bag at the same time.

The two of them took out a magical talisman that was moving in the storage bag and took a look. When they saw the content written on the talisman, they both looked slightly happy and looked at each other dozens of feet apart.

Ling Yunhong, who was sitting cross-legged on the ground, stood up and walked to his team of monks. He woke up Ling Pengyun who was adjusting his breathing with his eyes closed tightly. He pulled him to a corner in the valley and quietly stuffed four spiritual talismans into Ling Pengyun's hands. Then the voice message instructed.

"Xiaoyun, I am your cousin. In the battle between the Stone-armored Apes, you must be careful and don't act rashly. My uncle and aunt are waiting for you."

After saying this, "Ling Yunhong" didn't say much and immediately left the valley with the Luo clan leader "Luo Minghui".

Ling Pengyun was confused for a while, looking at the direction in which his family leader "Ling Yunhong" was leaving. Thinking about what Ling Yunhong had just said to him, he looked at the three first-order high-grade golden light talismans and a second-order low-grade fire crow talisman in his hands, and his pupils shrank. , secretly said in surprise.

"The third uncle is my cousin? Or is it my cousin in disguise?"

As soon as this idea came up, Ling Pengyun was immediately convinced.

"No wonder the Third Grandfather rarely spoke during the three days since he left Huaishuifang City and entered Jiaomang Lake. It turns out that's the case."

"But why did my cousin pretend to be the Third Grandfather? Where did the Third Grandfather go?"

Doubts appeared in Ling Pengyun's mind.

…

Half a mile away from the barren valley, in a dense forest.

Ling Yunhong and Luo Minghui, who rushed out from the deserted valley, all came here. In front of them, stood two people who looked the same as them.

The four of them were not surprised when they looked at each other. After they cupped their hands, a spiritual light suddenly flashed on the faces of the two Ling Yunhong and Luo Minghui who rushed out of the deserted valley.

Immediately afterwards, a human skin mask floated up from their faces.

The true faces of these two people were also revealed. They were Ling Yunhong and Luo Minghui who used phantom masks to disguise themselves to kill Old Demon Li, and Wu Yan and his wife who completed the tasks assigned by Bailing Gate.

The two people standing opposite them were the real Ling Yunhong and Luo Minghui who killed Old Demon Li a day ago.

After Wu Yan took off the phantom mask on his face, he smiled slightly and asked.

"Clan Leader Luo and Clan Leader Ling, you are very fast. Can the matter be settled?"

Luo Minghui didn't say much. He was not familiar with Wu Yan and his wife.

Ling Yunhong said. "It's done. Thank you two Taoist friends for these three days."

After saying this, he and Luo Minghui each took out a phantom mask from their storage bag and handed it to Wu Yan.

Wu Yan took the two phantom masks, his expression was slightly condensed, and he penetrated into them with his spiritual consciousness, checked them once and twice, and found that the two masks were not damaged, so he safely put them back into the storage bag. "Now that the matter is over, let's just let it go."

He bowed his hands to Ling Yunhong and Luo Minghui, then sneaked away with Yang Siling.

Ling Yunhong and Luo Minghui did not stay in the dense forest for long. They each blessed a wind control technique and moved with the wind. They left this place and rushed towards the desolate valley where the five monks of Huaishui County were resting.