Lingxiao Immortal Clan.

Chapter 118 Join forces to kill (please subscribe)

Early the next morning.

Ling Yunhong and Luo Minghui, who entered the Yunwu Wen Sect's realm and searched for a whole night, finally found Old Demon Li who was causing trouble everywhere in the Wen's realm and causing harm to Wen's mortals.

"Aren't they in Huaishuifang City in response to Bailingmen's call? How could they appear here?" Old Demon Li, who was refining blood elixirs from hundreds of mortal corpses in a small village, saw the clouds in the sky not far away. Hong and Luo Minghui arrived on a flying boat.

He frowned suddenly and cursed secretly. "Damn Chen Dong, how dare you lie to me. After this, I will definitely cramp and skin him."

Old Demon Li was seriously injured and did not dare to fight against 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, cast a secret method, and escaped in a streak of blood.

A few miles away, Luo Minghui, who was flying the boat, saw Old Mo Li escaping, but he smiled jokingly, used the "sound enhancement technique" and sneered loudly.

"Old Demon Li, I want to see how much essence and blood you have in your body to support you in using the secret technique of blood escape. Four years ago, if your disciple who was not afraid of death had not used the secret technique to delay me, you would not be alive today. ? Today I want to see if you still have such luck."

Li Laomo, who used the blood escape technique to escape, heard the sound coming from behind, his expression was full of anger, and he secretly said. "Damn it, Xiaohe, master, I will definitely avenge you in the future."

Four years ago, it was Li He, the "little river" in Old Demon Li's mouth, who perfected his cultivation by practicing qi, used the Demonic Boiling Technique, forcibly burned the essence and blood, raised his cultivation to the foundation building stage, and desperately stopped the attacker who attacked and killed Old Demon Li. Luo Minghui and others, Li Laomo took the opportunity to escape and survive to this day.

In the sky, Luo Minghui, the commander of the flying boat, looked slightly condensed after sarcasm, and increased the amount of spiritual power he injected into the flying boat under his feet.

The flying boat had a flash of inspiration and its flying speed nearly doubled.

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

Within an hour, the two caught up with Old Demon Li.

The war was about to break out, and Luo Minghui, the commander of the flying boat, pulled 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 escaping light and surrounded Old Mo Li who was escaping in front.

"Get up."

The twelve formation flags shook in the air, and large flames poured out from each of them, sweeping towards Old Mo Li.

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

These eighteen green flying swords are all made from several hundred-year-old Qingling Bamboo that has a grade as high as the second-grade low-grade. Because Ling Yunhong’s weapon refining level has not yet reached the second-grade, there are only three green bamboo swords of this grade. It has reached the second-level low-grade flying sword, and it is still the lowest-quality flying sword among the second-level low-grade flying swords.

The remaining fifteen flying swords are all first-level high-grade.

"The Earth Evil Swords rise up."

The eighteen cyan flying swords flashed a spiritual light at the same time, as if they were one body, and a huge three-foot-long sword light burst out from the tips of the swords.

"go."

Eighteen cyan giant swords turned into cyan aura and killed Old Demon Li in front of him.

In front of him, Old Demon Li was forced to stop due to the fierce fire and flying swords. He quickly took out a magic shield from his storage bag, injected spiritual power into it, and raised a blood-red light curtain to temporarily block the flames and flying swords.

Then, he spit out the cone-shaped Thousand Ghost Flag from his mouth, summoned tens of thousands of evil ghosts made from the souls sacrificed from tens of thousands of Wen mortals in this attack, and rushed towards the people outside the light curtain. Fire.

I want to weaken the power of the fire in this way.

In the sky, Luo Minghui, the commander of the flying boat, saw this scene and smiled jokingly.

"A mere evil ghost who has not yet reached the first level is like a moth flying into the flame."

What he said was not wrong. Even though the number of tens of thousands of evil spirits summoned by Old Demon Li was in the tens of thousands, they did not hinder the blazing flames spit out by the twelve flags and pengs. If it touches the fire, it will be burned to ashes.

After a hundred breaths, the tens of thousands of evil ghosts were burned to death.

If these evil spirits are gone, the Thousand Ghost Banner will be useless.

Although Old Demon Li still had a second-order high-grade magic sword, he was entangled by Ling Yunhong's eighteen second-order low-grade flying swords and failed to make any achievements.

Sweeping under the endless flames summoned by the twelve formation flags, in just half an hour, the light curtain held up by Old Demon Li's second-level magic shield was broken, and the endless flames burned Old Demon Li's body. Gotta do it all.

As soon as Old Demon Li died, the stone that had been weighing on Luo Minghui and Ling Yunhong's hearts finally let go.

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

Previously, the two of them could ride in the same flying boat because they had a common enemy. Now that Old Demon Li is dead, they will also become ordinary.

Ling Yunhong praised. "Fellow Daoist Luo's strength is extraordinary, I really admire him." "Fellow Daoist Ling's strength is not weak either." Luo Minghui noticed Ling Yunhong's behavior, his expression moved slightly, he didn't say anything, he just replied politely. "Old Demon Li is dead, and the spiritual objects on his body have been completely destroyed by the flames summoned by my natal formation flag. Let's return to the front line as soon as possible. I really don't trust my family members in the hands of Wu Yan and his wife. .”

"Yeah." 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 [-]rd, night.

Hundreds of monks from the five major foundation-building families in Huaishui County set off 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 hand, 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. That's why."

"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 leave it alone."

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.

(End of this chapter)