Daqin arrests alchemists, what does it matter to me as a qi refiner?

Yang Ling was knocked back dozens of meters, but the black shadow did not gain any advantage.

All its feathers were falling off, and it was obvious that it was seriously injured.

However, it doesn't seem to be giving up.

"Roar!" The black shadow roared again and swooped down again.

This time, the power was even more astonishing.

Yang Ling's eyes flashed, and he swung his right arm, with powerful magic power wrapped around his fist.

He threw a punch towards the dark shadow.

"Boom!" When the two collided, a huge explosion erupted again, stirring up a strong wind.

"Shh!"

"boom!"

"Wow..."

The black shadow screamed in pain.

At this moment, Yang Ling took the opportunity to take action.

He grabbed the shadow's neck and lifted it up.

"Oh!"

The next moment, Yang Ling threw it to the ground with all his strength, causing dust to fly everywhere.

Yang Ling walked forward slowly, only to see the black shadow lying on the ground, covered in blood, and obviously having lost his ability to fight.

"Roar!" The black shadow roared, trying to break free and escape. Unfortunately, it was impossible.

Yang Ling stretched out a hand, pressed it on the shadow's head, and then mobilized the spiritual power in his body.

“Roar!” The black shadow roared in a low voice, with resentment in his eyes, staring at Yang Ling.

"Haha, you are quite tough!" Yang Ling smiled faintly.

Then he stretched out his left hand, and a ball of fire instantly emerged, enveloping the black shadow.

"Sizzle", waves of meaty aroma wafted away.

And the black shadow kept struggling in the flames.

But in the end, it turned into a wisp of green smoke and dissipated between heaven and earth.

After the battle, Yang Ling and others decided to continue moving towards Tianluo Mountain.

During the climb, their bodies were constantly stung, as if every pore was attacked by the cold. They breathed in the icy air and faced the increasingly dense clouds and biting cold wind.

However, they did not give up and pressed forward with determination.

At this moment, a black shadow suddenly flashed before my eyes, like a ghost in the darkness.

Yang Ling and others immediately became alert and prepared to meet the enemy's attack.

There are more and more black shadows, and their number exceeds those encountered before.

Moreover, their strength has become even stronger, even making Yang Ling and others feel a little helpless.

Yang Ling began to think about why these shadows became more powerful. Their attacks were merciless, and every attack put Yang Ling and others in danger.

After a fierce battle, Yang Ling and others discovered that the source of these shadows seemed to be related to the mysterious ruins of Tianluo Mountain. So they decided to go to the ruins to find out.

The ruins are surrounded by thick clouds and fog, looking mysterious and strange.

Yang Ling and others began to explore, and their figures gradually disappeared in the vast clouds.

Only a series of footsteps were left, echoing in the empty valley.

After an unknown amount of time, Yang Ling and the others finally arrived near the ruins.

In the distance, a tall stone tablet came into view. The stone tablet was engraved with mysterious words, which seemed to be ancient magic spells.

There are several ancient trees standing next to the monument, their branches and leaves swaying gently in the breeze, as if telling the history of this place to visitors.

Deep in the woods, there were the roars of wild animals and the chirping of birds. They walked into the ruins cautiously, their eyes full of vigilance.

In the darkness, countless human-shaped shadows were swaying, as if waiting for something.

Yang Ling held the hilt of his sword tightly, frowning. As he walked, he reminded everyone around him to be careful of these shadows, as they were probably not simple.

They walked through the ruins step by step, and the stones under their feet made a dull sound.

Suddenly, a huge bat flew down from the top of the ruins, making a shrill scream as it passed over their heads.

Everyone was startled, but quickly calmed down and continued on their way.

Just as they were about to move on, a mysterious elder appeared in front of them. He looked very old, but his eyes were extremely sharp, as if he could see through everything. The elder was wearing a black robe, his face was full of wrinkles, and he held a black staff in his hand.

He looked at Yang Ling and the others coldly and asked in a deep voice, "What are you doing here?"

Yang Ling answered without hesitation: "We are here to look for treasure."

There was a flash of disdain in the elder's eyes: "You people always like to look for so-called treasures everywhere, but you don't know the secrets hidden behind these treasures."

As soon as he finished speaking, the staff in the elder's hand suddenly emitted a powerful light, as if it would swallow up everyone.

The light illuminated the entire room, and the decorations on the wall became clearly visible. The delicate carvings and gorgeous pictures looked particularly exquisite at this moment.

Yang Ling and the others immediately raised their weapons and prepared themselves. Their figures looked pale and weak in the light, but their eyes were firm and fearless.

The staff in the elder's hand continuously emitted powerful light, lighting up the surrounding walls. His movements were graceful and skillful, and each swing was accompanied by astonishing power.

Yang Ling and others were not willing to be outdone. They gathered all their strength together and passed it to Yang Ling.

Yang Ling quickly controlled these powers, and then used them to directly summon a huge wall of fire, surrounding the elder.

The flames burned in the air, lighting up the entire room. The sword in Yang Ling's hand flashed with a fascinating cold light, and every swing was full of endless power. His body flexibly dodged the elder's attacks, sometimes rushing forward, sometimes dodging backwards.

As an archer, Wang Yue's bowstring made a unique buzzing sound, and the arrow was shot out. His movements were fast and accurate, and every shot hit the target.

The arrows drew beautiful arcs in the air, breaking the elder's spells one by one.

Boston was chanting spells in the corner, waving her trident. Her movements were graceful and mysterious, and every magic she released was full of power.

Water balls, ice cones, and water arrows flew in the air, turning the entire room into a stage full of water magic.

The elder's moves became more and more fierce, and Yang Ling and the others became more and more exhausted. They kept dodging and attacking, and their robes were soaked with sweat.

But there was still a gleam of determination in their eyes, and they faced the elders without flinching.

The battle became more intense at this moment. Every time Yang Ling and his men attacked, they did so with infinite strength and determination.

The battle lasted for several hours, and the elder gradually became exhausted. However, he did not give up and still persisted.

Yang Ling saw this and shouted, "Charge!"

Together they launched a final charge at the elder.

The elder tried to fight back, but his body could no longer support him.

Finally, the elder fell to the ground and turned into a pile of dust.

The black shadow also dissipated, and peace returned to the ruins.

After killing the elder, a teleportation array appeared under the feet of several people. Yang Ling and others who were teleported away appeared on a steep mountain road in the blink of an eye. There were dense forests and cliffs on both sides. After discussing, Yang Ling and others decided to move forward along the mountain road.

Unexpectedly, the mountain road is so winding that it seems there is no way out, but when you look up, you will find a new village.

It was three days later when they arrived in front of an ancient cave. The cave that appeared in front of them had two huge stone lions guarding the door, which looked very solemn and majestic.

Yang Ling and the others felt a mysterious aura, a call from the depths of the cave. They walked into the cave and saw only darkness.

However, they soon adapted to the environment and the scene before them became clear. They entered the cave, and the lush green vegetation and fresh air in front of them made them feel relaxed and happy.

In the center of the cave, an immortal in a white robe was sitting quietly beside a stone table.

He held a yellowed ancient book in his hands, his eyes fixed on the pages, reading with full concentration.

The air around him was filled with fairy air, as if a mysterious veil was covering him.

Yang Ling and his companions approached in whispers, fearing to disturb the tranquility of the immortal.

The immortal slowly raised his head, a warm smile bloomed on his face, and he looked at them gently. That smile was like a spring breeze, making people feel extremely kind.

The long staff in his hand seemed to have some mysterious connection with the heaven and earth, emitting an awe-inspiring aura. The immortal spoke softly, his voice melodious: "I already know the purpose of your coming here. You are eager to become immortals, eager to master more immortal methods, in order to make further progress on the road of immortal cultivation."

When Yang Ling and the others heard this, they were filled with gratitude and respect. They listened attentively, fearing that they would miss every word that the immortal taught them.

As the immortal explained, he demonstrated various immortal techniques to them with great agility. His movements were skillful and smooth, and each move contained an indescribable rhythm, as if it was the most beautiful music in the world.

Yang Ling and the others watched intently, their eyes gleaming with awe and admiration. They seemed to be in a brand new world, feeling the mystery and infinite possibilities of cultivating immortals. Under the careful guidance of the immortals, their strength had made a qualitative leap.

Their bodies became stronger and their minds more focused. During the practice, they continued to feel the gifts given by the immortals, and their hearts were filled with gratitude. As time went by, the practice gradually came to an end.

Yang Ling and the others felt as if they had entered a state of spiritual tranquility. Their eyes shone with wisdom, and their perspectives and realms of looking at the world had undergone earth-shaking changes. Before leaving the cave, they respectfully bowed to the immortal, their hearts filled with gratitude.

Then, they set out on the journey to leave the cave. The road seemed to become smoother, and the faith in their hearts became stronger. The immortal smiled and watched them leave. The sun shone on their faces, bringing a touch of warmth and comfort.

They couldn't help but look back at the cave, which still exuded a mysterious atmosphere, making them yearn for it.

The words of the immortals echoed in their ears. They knew that this was an important turning point in their cultivation path and also a critical moment in their growth.

Their eyes were firm and resolute, and they secretly vowed in their hearts that they would never disappoint the immortals. Today, Yang Ling and others are much stronger than before.

If their previous strength was just average, now they can definitely rank among the top.

They have enough confidence and self-confidence, and will never retreat even in the face of great difficulties.

The sun slowly rose, and the golden sunlight gradually illuminated the dense forest. Yang Ling and his companions embarked on a new journey of experience.

They came to an open area, where monsters gathered.

Everyone began to search for traces of the monster and watched the movements around them vigilantly.

Suddenly, a loud noise came from a distance, followed by a series of explosions.

A towering tree collapsed with a loud bang, unfortunately killing many innocent small animals. Yang Ling and others immediately became alert and quickly rushed towards the direction of the sound.

Soon, they encountered a dangerous enemy - a group of crazy demon wolves.

Seeing this, the demon wolves immediately pounced on them frantically. Yang Ling snorted coldly, and in a flash, he appeared beside the demon wolf and chopped it down fiercely.

Blood splattered everywhere, and the demon wolf was killed instantly. The other demon wolves saw this and became extremely angry. They roared and rushed towards Yang Ling, trying to tear him apart with their sharp claws.

Yang Ling remained calm and rushed forward again, engaging in a fierce battle with the demon wolves.

Although Yang Ling was powerful, the number of demon wolves was large and their strength was not inferior. The battle was extremely fierce and both sides were caught in a bitter battle.

After a tough battle, the bodies of the demon wolves were lying on the ground, and the blood dyed the ground red. Yang Ling and his companions finally breathed a sigh of relief, feeling deeply moved that they had finally solved this problem. They packed up their things and began to walk towards the outskirts of the forest.

Yang Ling and his companions, shoulder to shoulder, carried their bags and set out on a journey to the outskirts of the forest. They passed through the dense forest, stepped on the thick grass, and moved forward firmly along the winding path.

The sunlight shines through the gaps between the leaves, and the mottled light and shadows add a bit of mystery and beauty to the entire forest.

At this moment, a huge eagle demon suddenly appeared in front of them. It spread its wings, flew high, and let out a sharp cry, as if declaring its territory to Yang Ling and others. Yang Ling and others rushed towards the eagle demon without hesitation, ready to fight a life-and-death battle with it.

The eagle demon pounced on Yang Ling, but he was agile and easily dodged the eagle demon's attack. Yang Ling held the long sword and swung it at the eagle demon like a flash of lightning. The sword light flashed, the sword energy was sharp, and it slashed fiercely on the eagle demon's body, causing it to scream in pain.

The eagle demon was not willing to be outdone and pounced on Yang Ling again. This time, Yang Ling did not dodge, but bravely faced it.

The two crossed each other in the air, making a deafening collision sound.

The long sword in Yang Ling's hand was swung tightly, like a silver dragon, constantly attacking the eagle monster's weaknesses.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!" Each blow caused the Eagle Demon's skin to burst and blood to flow. (End of this chapter)