Little junior sister, she cried in the world of cultivating immortals

However, Lu Qingye was one step ahead of him and threw out a talisman, followed by a deafening explosion, rain of blood flying, and the scent of Nascent Soul still lingering in the air.

This blow directly caused Yang Li to be in chaos.

Lu Qingye took this opportunity to activate the talisman array.

All the villagers felt the ground shaking, making them dizzy.

Lu Qingye and Li Yan cooperated tacitly, and they stopped when the last monk died.

But in the center of the war, it was already a mess.

Lu Qingye looked at the people in Wushan Village.

"It's no longer safe here. We were just combined monks, but behind them there may be Mahayana monks or monks with higher levels of cultivation."

The old village chief also understood this. He looked at the rows of low wooden houses behind him, with tears of sadness shining in his eyes.

He soon suppressed his grief and anger, feeling lucky to be alive at this moment.

He asked the villagers to pack their things quickly, and they put the spirit boats into the storage space.

A group of monks boarded Lu Qingye's spaceship and quickly disappeared into Wushan Village.

And not long after they left, several groups of monks came there.

Looking at the mess on the ground and the blood stains in the soil, the female cultivator grimaced.

"Something happened to Yang Li and the others."

On the spaceship, the old village chief opened his mouth several times, but he hesitated and didn't know how to speak.

Still Li Yan couldn't stand it and asked.

"Village Chief, if you have anything to say, just say it."

The village chief touched his storage ring tangledly. Lu Qingye saw it, understood, and spoke.

"Village Chief, we are not here for the spirit boat. Let us consider this as the reward for living here these years." After hearing this, the old village chief breathed a sigh of relief, but then waved his hand quickly.

"No, no, no! The two seniors have saved so many of us, how...how can we use this as reward? If it weren't for the two seniors, everyone in Wushan Village would probably be doomed."

Lu Qingye looked at the villagers who were still frightened and spoke.

"For safety reasons, we can't go back to Wushan Village for the time being. Do you have any plans to go?"

A group of people looked at each other, a little confused, and finally all looked at the old village chief.

The old village chief is the most knowledgeable among the monks.

"Well, I want to take them to the vicinity of Yaoguang Sect. Although the recent immortal cities are also under the jurisdiction of Taoist sects, they are probably mixed with various forces. There is no guarantee that the monks who want to kill us tonight are not the work of those forces. Yaoguang Sect is far away It’s not too far from here, and it’s considered a Taoist sect with a relatively good reputation in this area.”

Just by going there, they might no longer be as free as they once were.

If you want to support yourself and your family, you have to go to the fairy city to take on tasks and compete fiercely with many monks.

Or they may work as hard labor for some sect families, dig spiritual mines, purify spiritual stones and elixirs, etc.

Li Yan also has some understanding of this aspect after getting along with them over the years.

He couldn't help but lower his head, and he didn't know how to change this situation.

Some villagers couldn't help but sigh.

"It would be nice if there was no war..."

They don't have to be homeless and wander around.

The old village chief was sitting next to the railing of the boat, feeling a little depressed.

"Actually, when there was friction between the soul world and the Taoist cultivators in the nearby bay, I had a feeling that this battle would come sooner or later. Now that the balanced peace has been broken, chaos will inevitably arise." (End of this chapter)