Mortal Seeking Immortal

Seeing the overwhelming momentum of the beasts attacking the city on the north side of the city wall, the blood spirit in the poisonous mist urged with an anxious look on his face: "When can you complete the refining of your six-winged flying demon centipede? Don't look back. Black Flame has already prepared the Immortal Flow." The city gate is broken open, and your six-winged flying devil hasn't finished refining it yet."

The old man with magic patterns didn't even look back, and said in a cold voice: "What's the rush? Huang Qi hasn't taken action yet, which shows that the northern city wall is not so easy to capture."

"Furthermore, if Huang Qi is attracted by the Ten Thousand Beast Soul Fusion Formation on the Black Flame side, wouldn't it be much easier for you and me to attack the city? Maybe you and I will enter the city first."

The eyes of the old man with magic patterns showed a glint of light.

Xue Ling suddenly realized, with a smile on his face: "Brother Qiu, this is what you had in mind. It's such a good plan. Hei Yan probably didn't expect that he had worked so hard to copy the Ten Thousand Beasts Soul Melting Formation that had been lost for hundreds of years. In the end, it turned out to be Make wedding clothes for you.”

The old man with magic patterns turned his head and looked at Xianliu City in the distance: "Don't be too happy first. It may not be a good thing to go into the city first. There are still several Nascent Soul Realm monks in Xianliu City."

"Even if the lord of Xianliu City breaks through in seclusion and cannot come out to fight, the Nascent Soul Realm monks guarding him are not vegetarians."

Blood Spirit frowned slightly, as if he had just remembered this matter. He thought about it silently for a moment, and found that even with their internal agent, the outcome was still uncertain.

The old man with magic patterns glanced in the direction of Guijue Desert: "But there is no need to worry too much, our people should be coming soon, after all, the ancestor is so interested in that thing in Xianliu City."

"If it weren't for the ancestor's limited mobility, I'm afraid he would have rushed to Xianliu City long ago and dug three feet into the ground to find that thing."

Xue Ling said: "Brother Qiu, is that thing really in Xianliu City?"

"The Lord of Xianliu City has occupied this city for many years. If this thing is really in the city, he should have discovered it long ago. Why has his cultivation progressed so slowly in the past few years? This is unreasonable. Could it be that the ancestor made a mistake?"

The old man with magic patterns shook his head and said: "Ancestor, he has consulted a large amount of information for hundreds of years, and spent a lot of money to find people to deduce it. The final result points directly to Xianliu City, so there is no way he can make a mistake."

Blood Spirit nodded: "As long as there is no mistake, brother Qiu, if you and I were the first to break the city and lead the monks who came to support to capture Xianliu City, this would be a first achievement."

"When our ancestors know this, they will definitely reward us with great opportunities. By then, we may not be able to reach a higher level of cultivation."

The old man with magic patterns smiled and said: "That's natural. If you and I find that thing and bring it back to the ancestor, it will be reused by the ancestor in the future, and we will have the opportunity."

Blood Spirit looked at Xianliu City with eager eyes, wishing he could break open the city gate right now and dig deep into the ground to find that thing.

Seeing this, the old man with the magic pattern casually asked: "Brother Blood Spirit, I don't know which Nascent Soul Realm Taoist friend you have installed in Xianliu City. You might want to tell me so that I can know. Don't accidentally injure that person during a fight." It’s not good for a fellow Taoist.”

Blood Spirit said vaguely: "Brother Qiu will know it soon. For now, we should complete the refining of this six-winged flying demon centipede as soon as possible."

The old man with magic patterns turned around and continued to stare closely at the six-winged flying demon centipede still sleeping in the black hard shell in front of him, with cold eyes.

The blood spirit's eyes fell on the old man with magic patterns for a moment, showing a look of caution, and then he looked away calmly, alert to the surrounding disturbance.