Lingxiao Immortal Clan

Two months later.

In Yuanzhou, deep in the Rock Scale Snake Cave.

On this day, Ling Pengyun, who was practicing, was suddenly startled.

He opened his eyes and looked at the acre of green spiritual rice that was constantly gathering spiritual energy in the body in the large spiritual field beside him.

As this acre of green spiritual rice continued to absorb spiritual energy into its body, the aura it exuded became stronger.

After a few breaths, when this acre of green spiritual rice stopped absorbing spiritual energy, the aura it exuded also reached the level of the first-grade lower grade.

At this moment, Ling Pengyun also stood up and walked to the acre of green spiritual rice. His eyes kept scanning the situation of this acre of green spiritual rice, and his face gradually showed joy.

In this acre of spiritual field, the number of spiritual grains on each ear of green spiritual rice was about fifty to fifty-five grains.

The spiritual energy strength of the spiritual rice wrapped in the spiritual grains also reached the spiritual energy strength of Ling's signature first-grade lower grade spiritual rice, the jade spiritual rice.

"This acre of Qingyun Spiritual Rice can probably produce at least 1,300 to 1,400 kilograms of Qingyun Spiritual Rice."

"Apart from the bonus of the yield per acre that I applied the Spiritual Plant Secret Method to this acre of Qingyun Spiritual Rice, even if this acre of Qingyun Spiritual Rice grows naturally, it will be no problem for the yield per acre to reach 1,000 kilograms."

"The spiritual energy contained in the spiritual rice is enough to be comparable to the Qingyu Spiritual Rice of the family."

"Under such circumstances, the Qingyun Spiritual Rice that I improved can indeed be called the best quality spiritual rice."

Ling Pengyun sighed happily, and then sent out a spiritual power to directly cut off all the rice stalks of the acre of spiritual rice.

Immediately afterwards, he performed the art of shock, and shook all the spiritual grains produced by the cut rice stalks and ears of the acre of spiritual rice to the ground and collected them.

Afterwards, he replanted the Qingyun Spiritual Rice seeds that he had prepared in the empty spiritual field of the acre, and watered the acre of Qingyun Spiritual Rice with a wave of spiritual rain before stopping.

This one mu of first-grade lower-grade spiritual field was opened up by Ling Pengyun at the cost of four or five hundred spiritual stones. Naturally, he couldn't just plant one mu of Qingyun spiritual rice and then leave it alone.

After finishing this, Ling Pengyun returned to the cushion, closed his eyes and practiced the technique.

Beside him, there was a crane, a roc, and a white fox.

The former was the fairy crane king in the early stage of foundation building, and the roc was Fengying Peng. This roc was still in a deep sleep, absorbing spiritual energy to warm up the injury of the failed foundation building.

The injury of the white fox was suppressed four months ago, and now it is absorbing spiritual energy to regulate its breath and improve its cultivation.

Although the meridians of this three-tailed white fox were nearly half broken, it was impossible to enter a higher realm, but if it practiced hard, it could reach the sixth level of Qi training.

Now, this fox is at the fifth level of Qi training.

A few days later.

Ling Yunhong, the head of the Ling clan, and Ling Pengxing, the supreme elder of the Ling clan, arrived at the Rock Scale Snake Cave as promised, and went to the sand and soil vein in Huaishui County with Ling Pengyun.

The two did so because although the Rock Scale Snake Cave where Ling Pengyun was located was in Yuanzhou, Zhang Yan, who had reached the perfect foundation building stage, would protect him within this boundary.

But the sand and soil vein was located in Jingzhou, which belonged to Huaishui County.

The distance between the two was long.

Ling Yunhong and the others were afraid that Luo Minghui of the Luo clan would attack Ling Pengyun again while Ling Pengyun was on his way to the sand and soil vein.

The three of them rode on the family's extremely fast foundation building initial stage fairy crane king, and after flying for only a few days, they arrived at the foot of the low mountain where the sand and soil vein was located.

It was not yet the beginning of spring, so the other four families had not arrived.

After waiting for a few more days, at the beginning of spring, the cultivators of the other four families in Huaishui County arrived as promised.

The four cultivators who came this time were all foundation-building cultivators from their respective families. After all, this time, it was about the redistribution of the share of the sand and soil vein.

Wait for the five foundation-building cultivators to gather together.

Ling Yunhong, the head of the Ling family who proposed the redistribution of the share of the sand and soil vein, also spoke at this moment.

"Everyone, the cultivation world has always relied on fists to speak."

"My Ling family is now powerful. It is not too much to occupy an extra 10% of the share of the sand and soil vein, a total of 35%."

"I see that there are only two foundation-building cultivators left in the family of Daoyou Luo. The extra 10% share of the vein that my Ling family intends to occupy will be deducted from the share of the noble Luo family. I wonder if Daoyou Luo can sacrifice himself for everyone?"

"Don't make it difficult for the Daoists of the other three families."

While speaking, Ling Yunhong smiled and looked at Luo Minghui, the head of the Luo family.

Luo Minghui heard this and his face suddenly darkened.

He didn't expect Ling Yunhong to be so shameless and sacrifice himself for everyone.

However, the situation forced Ling Yunhong to reach the late stage of foundation building, Ling Pengxing of the Ling family also reached the middle stage of foundation building, and Ling Pengyun of the Ling family who was in the middle stage of foundation building, he and his Taoist partner Li Xia could not resist at all.

Helplessly, he snorted angrily.

Seeing Luo Minghui swallowing his anger and being defeated, Ling Yunhong's smile on his face intensified a little, and he even laughed out loud.

"By the way, Luo Daoyou, do you still remember that you destroyed my second-level inferior defense magic weapon during the fight? Now that several years have passed, shouldn't you also compensate me?"

Luo Minghui's face became darker, and he couldn't help but shouted angrily.

"Ling Yunhong, don't go too far."

"I went too far? During the fight, Daoyou almost took my life. Do you think we should settle the score?"

Ling Yunhong saw Luo Minghui's rebuttal, but he was not afraid. He exuded the aura of the seventh level of foundation building, pressed towards Luo Minghui, and said in a deep voice.

Ling Pengyun and Ling Pengxing, who were standing behind Ling Yunhong, looked at each other one after another, and both raised their hands and put them in the storage bags on their waists, ready to take out magic weapons to fight at any time.

The three foundation-building cultivators, Liu Daozhou of the Huxiao Liu Clan, Wen Xianyun of the Yunwu Wen Clan, and Wang Changming of the Qingzhu Wang Clan, who were riding a mid-stage foundation-building spirit tiger, saw this delicate situation and knew that there was something interesting to watch.

Liu Daozhou, the head of the Huxiao Liu Clan, who had always disliked the Luoxia Luo Clan, laughed at this time.

"Fellow Daoists, my clan still has some things to do, so I will not get involved in the affairs of your two clans, Daoist Luo and Daoist Ling."

After saying that, he rode on the mid-stage foundation-building spirit tiger and left the place.

Wen Xianyun of the Yunwu Wen Clan and Wang Changming of the Qingzhu Wang Clan saw this and followed closely and left one after another.

However, the foundation-building cultivators of the three families did not really leave, but just ran for several miles and hid in a hidden place, ready to watch the show.

The three families' foundation-building cultivators left so happily.

Although the Ling family was powerful and overbearing, they did not harm the interests of the three families.

They only targeted the Luo family of Luoxia.

The most important thing was that the conflict between the Ling family and the Luo family was caused by the Luo family themselves.

They deserved it.

Of course, the Luo family had no choice but to offend the Ling family.

It was only after the Liu family, the Wen family, and the Wang family left.

Under the low mountain where the sand and soil vein was located, there were only three foundation-building cultivators of the Ling family, the Immortal Crane King, and Luo Minghui and Li Xia of the Luo family.

"Does fellow Daoist Luo want to compensate for the magic shield or not?"

"If fellow Daoist is unwilling, I don't mind taking it myself."

Ling Yunhong sneered.

Hearing this, Luo Minghui, who was dozens of feet away, became even more angry.

Li Xia, who was standing aside, saw the appearance of her husband Luo Minghui, pulled Luo Minghui's Taoist robe and transmitted the message.

"Husband, the three cultivators around have not left yet, it's not the time to take action."

Luo Minghui listened to the voice in his head and suppressed his anger immediately.

He snorted coldly, waved his hand and took out a set of second-level low-grade formations from the storage bag and threw it to Ling Yunhong.

"I don't have a magic shield, this set of formation flags is enough to buy a magic shield."

After saying this, he turned around and took his Taoist partner Li Xia beside him to control a second-level medium-grade flying boat to leave this place.

Seeing this scene, clan leader Ling Yunhong was a little surprised. He didn't expect Luo Minghui to be so tolerant.

He thought that there would be a big war.

After all, the situation had reached that point just now.

"Third Ancestor, are you going to let them go so easily?"

Ling Pengxing, who was beside Ling Yunhong, looked at the backs of Luo Minghui and Li Xia driving the flying boat away, his eyes flashed with murderous intent, and asked Ling Yunhong.

"Both Luo Minghui and Li Xia are strong. Once we fight, there will probably be casualties. Since Luo Minghui has not taken action, let it go."

"As long as we drag it out for a few decades, when Luo Minghui and Li Xia's lifespans are exhausted, even if the Luo family has a new foundation, it will be difficult for the Ling family to defeat them. We can destroy them with a wave of our hands."

"Why fight and kill if we can avoid danger and win? Just play it safe." Ling Yunhong said.

Ling Pengxing, who was standing aside, thought it made sense and the murderous intent in his eyes was restrained a little.

Ling Yunhong was looking at the set of formation flags in his hand that Luo Minghui had compensated him, and his eyes were slightly shining.

This set of formation flags is a second-level low-grade killing formation, which is very valuable. It can be sold for at least 3,000 spirit stones, which is more than 1,000 spirit stones higher than the magic shield of the same level.

"It's a small profit." Ling Yunhong was secretly happy.

After a moment of daze, he also took Ling Pengyun and Ling Pengxing to ride on the fairy crane king in the early stage of foundation building and left the place.

The Liu, Wang, and Wen families who were watching from the surroundings were somewhat disappointed to see that the Ling family foundation building and the Luo family foundation building did not fight.

They followed and returned to their respective families.

A few hours later.

Not long after Ling Yunhong, Ling Pengyun, and Ling Pengxing rode the fairy crane king and entered their own Ling family territory, the three suddenly found that four cultivators appeared in the sky in front of them.

Two of the figures stood on the same flying boat, and the two people were Luo Minghui and Li Xia.

The other two cultivators, both wearing black clothes and black veils, did not reveal their faces, and each stepped on a flying magic weapon.

Ling Yunhong, who was sitting on the back of the fairy crane king, saw Luo Minghui and Li Xia appear, and his eyes fixed.

"So the old villain Luo Minghui is waiting for us here."

Then, he turned his eyes and looked at the two black-clothed monks on the flying boat next to Luo Minghui and his wife.

Relying on the powerful divine sense of the seventh level of foundation building, he carefully detected that the two black-clothed monks were emitting traces of demonic energy.

And the aura of the two black-clothed monks has reached the middle stage of foundation building.

"Luo is really brave."

"Pengyun, Pengxing, there are all demon cultivators in the middle stage of foundation building on that flying boat. I'm afraid today's matter will not end well."

"I will hold back Luo Minghui and Li Xia, and the two of you will block the remaining two demon cultivators. If you two can make a contribution, we can win this battle. If not, I'm afraid it will be more dangerous than good."

Ling Pengyun and Ling Pengxing's faces suddenly became solemn when they heard this.

If it were just Luo Minghui and Li Xia, they would naturally not be afraid.

But with two more demon cultivators in the middle stage of foundation building, there would be two more variables.

He had never thought of this. Collaborating with outsiders to deal with family conflicts in Huaishui County was already against the rules, and colluding with demon cultivators was a big deal. If Bailingmen knew about it, they would probably send cultivators to destroy the Luo family.

And Luo Minghui's search for the demon cultivator was also a helpless move. After all, many people knew that Ling Pengyun of the Ling family was the cousin of Yang Siling, the daughter-in-law of Bailingmen Lingfu Zhenren. The righteous cultivators in the entire Bailingmen territory did not dare to touch the Ling family, lest they suffer revenge from Yang Siling afterwards.

Helplessly, Luo Minghui had to find the demon cultivator.

At this moment, Luo Minghui, who was among the four cultivators in front, laughed out loud.

"Ling Yunhong, today is the day when the three of you will die."

"Fellow Daoist Luo, the hatred between our clans is a private matter of Huaishui County. Once the news of your seeking help from outsiders spreads, your Luo family will probably be hostile to the other three families in Huaishui County."

Ling Yunhong frowned and echoed.

Luo Minghui in front of him did not pay attention to this warning.

Although he also knew this truth, if he did not seek help from the demon cultivators at this time, when he and his Taoist partner Li Xia's lifespans were exhausted in a few decades, the Luo family would be in danger and would be destroyed without a foundation.

As for the person who destroyed the Luo family, it might be the enemy Ling family, or it might be the tiger roar Liu family who had been hiding in the dark.

The Luo family was the family he and Li Xia founded with all their heart after leaving Bailingmen. The people in the family were all their descendants or relatives of the same generation.

They did not want to see the destruction of the Luo family.

Rather than waiting for his family to be destroyed, it is better to take the initiative and try to survive.

Even if he could kill Ling Yunhong and the other four foundation builders in one fell swoop today, his Luo family could also take the opportunity to occupy the Ling family's assets and the share of the Ling family's sand and soil veins, and then strengthen the Luo family, so that his clansmen would have the opportunity to build a foundation.

When Luo Minghui thought about it, a hint of madness appeared on his face.

He waved his hand and made a killing move, and cast his natal formation flag, the small flame burning formation, forming a large formation, and transformed into a large area of ​​flames that swept towards Ling Yunhong and others.

Ling Yunhong knew the power of the small flame burning formation and responded immediately.

He raised his hand and summoned a flying sword that was all white and constantly exuded a trace of cold air.

This flying sword is Ling Yunhong's natal magic weapon, the Ice and Blue Sea Flying Sword. After Ling Yunhong spent spirit stones to buy water spirit iron to integrate into this flying sword in recent years, the grade of this sword has also been upgraded to the second-grade middle-grade realm.

In terms of grade alone, this sword is not inferior to Luo Minghui's second-grade middle-grade natal formation flag, the small flame burning formation.

In fact, the Ice and Blue Sea Flying Sword is the top existence among the middle-grade natal magic weapons, while Luo Minghui's small flame burning formation is just a replica, which can only be regarded as an ordinary middle-grade natal magic weapon, and its power is weaker than the Ice and Blue Sea Flying Sword.

As the spiritual power is transferred into this Ice and Blue Sea Flying Sword, the spiritual light of this flying sword flashes, and the cold air exuded from the outside becomes a little more intense.

On the tip of this sword, a huge ice sword light twelve feet long burst out.

Ling Yunhong waved his sleeves, and the twelve-zhang-long sword light turned into a white sword light, carrying a sharp chill, and rushed into the large flames that attacked, turned around and rolled, and immediately blocked the flames.

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