Immortality and Immortality: Liver Experience Begins in the Desert

The black-robed monks seemed to sense something, a strange light flashed in their eyes, and they all looked in the direction of the chanting.

"what is that?"

A young Vulture Gang monk exclaimed, his heart filled with confusion and fear.

"Don't worry about it, just defeat the enemy in front of you first!"

The gang leader roared, clasped his fists, and attacked the black-robed monk like a tide.

Each punch contained powerful spiritual energy, which directly threatened the men in black, forcing them to resist with all their strength.

The battle intensified, and the monks on both sides used all their skills.

The black-robed monk was agile, sometimes dodging like a ghost, sometimes pouncing like a tiger, causing the monks of the Vulture Gang and the Northern Chamber of Commerce to engage in a tough battle.

"You can't retreat, come on!"

A monk from the Chamber of Commerce shouted loudly, with fighting spirit burning in his heart.

He held a magic weapon in his hand, muttered something, and instantly summoned a strong flame, rushing towards a black-robed monk.

The flames burned as hot as the sun. The black-robed monk had no time to react and was swallowed by the flames. His screams echoed over the village.

However, the number of black-robed monks was too large. As time went on, the monks of the Vulture Gang and the Northern Chamber of Commerce gradually felt overwhelmed.

Several monks were surrounded by the men in black and fought hard, but they were already exhausted.

"We must find the leader of the Blackfriars!"

A monk from the Vulture Gang gritted his teeth, secretly anxious.

If the enemy leader appears in the battle, the situation will become even more critical.

At this moment, a tall, grim-faced man stepped out from the black-robed monks in front, exuding a strong sense of oppression.

This person was the leader of the black-robed monks. The aura around him was like a cold winter, suffocating.

"How dare you, you ridiculous ant, interfere with our plan!"

The leader smiled coldly, his eyes as sharp as knives, scanning the monks from the Vulture Gang and the Northern Chamber of Commerce, with a mocking arc at the corner of his mouth.

"Are you the leader of the Black Friars?"

The gang leader questioned angrily, clenching his fists in preparation for the upcoming showdown.

"That's right, but you are destined not to leave here alive!"

The leader's voice was like an icy blade, instantly making the air around them heavy.

"Brothers, come with me!"

The gang leader roared and led the charge towards the leader.

The fighting atmosphere was ignited once again, and the fighting spirit of the monks burned like a flame, vowing to fight the black-robed monks to the death.

At this critical moment, the chanting in the distance became clearer and clearer, as if a mysterious force was calling everyone, and seemed to hint at the true meaning of the battle.

A sense of uneasiness arose in the hearts of the monks, but they had no way to retreat and could only face the coming storm.

Just when the gang leader and the black-clad leader were about to fight, the black-clad leader suddenly swung his hand, the surrounding air seemed to be torn apart, and a cold breath instantly emerged.

Immediately afterwards, the ground began to shake, and the black-robed monks, under his guidance, quickly retreated, leaving a clearing.

"Come, obey my call!"

The black-clad leader's voice sounded like a whisper from the underworld, and every word was permeated with invisible pressure.

He raised his hands high and chanted a spell. The darkness around him seemed to be attracted by him and gradually condensed into shape.

As he spoke, the ground suddenly cracked open, and dozens, even hundreds of skeletons crawled out of the soil.

The bones made a harsh friction sound, and a faint blue light flickered in the empty eye sockets, as if longing for fresh life.

As more and more skeletons appeared, they poured out like a tide, instantly surrounding the battlefield.

"What the hell is this!"

A monk from the Chamber of Commerce stepped back in horror, his eyes filled with anxiety.

"Don't panic, brothers, focus on dealing with the enemies in front of you!" the gang leader yelled, trying to boost morale.

However, the number of skeletons was too large. The skeletons were dancing in the air, making bursts of eerie laughter, which made the monks feel a little scared.

The black-robed monks took the opportunity to launch an attack. The skeletons rushed towards the monks of the Vulture Gang and the Northern Chamber of Commerce like headless flies. The skeletons pouring in from all directions caught them off guard.

The skeletons' attack was like a storm; the sound of biting bones and hoarse shouts intertwined to form a horrific symphony.

"Quick, gather spiritual energy and set up the formation!"

A seasoned Vulture Gang monk shouted, a gleam of determination in his eyes.

Although the skeletons in front of him made him feel afraid, if they united, they could still resolve the current crisis.

The monks quickly gathered together, formed a circle, put their hands together, chanted something, and began to set up the formation.

Spiritual energy gathered around them, forming rays of light that gradually condensed into shape.

At this moment, the skeletons also pounced over and tried to interrupt their magic circle.

"Hold on! Don't let the skeletons destroy the formation!"

Another monk shouted loudly, and the fluctuations of spiritual energy formed a protective shield around them, blocking the skeleton's attack.

As the formation gradually took shape, stars began to flicker in the sky, and spiritual swords fell from the sky like raindrops and landed in the formation.

These spiritual swords flashed with brilliant light, as if they contained endless power. The monks were refreshed and their fighting spirit rose again.

"Spiritual Sword, give it to me!"

At the command of the experienced monk, the spirit swords in the formation flew towards the skeleton as if they were summoned, like a mighty storm, heading straight for the skeleton.

Although the skeletons were huge in number, they seemed extremely vulnerable under the attack of the spirit sword.

The spirit sword struck again and again, cutting through the skeleton's bones, instantly destroying it and turning it into pieces of broken bones that fell to the ground.

The screams of the skeletons were creepy.

"Keep going! Don't stop!"

The gang leader roared, clenching his fists.

The monks' mental state was stimulated to the extreme. They worked together and their spiritual swords rained down, heading straight for the black-clothed leader.

Upon seeing this, the black-clad leader's expression changed and he smiled coldly. Black energy surged in his hands, and he seemed to be preparing to cast a more powerful spell.

His voice rang out like thunder: "You ridiculous ants, how dare you interfere with my plan! Go and kill them all!"

Following his orders, the surrounding skeletons rushed in again, seemingly getting even crazier.

The number of skeletons seemed to be increasing, which made the monks feel depressed.

Although the spiritual sword condensed by the formation was extremely powerful, it was ultimately stretched to its limits when faced with an endless stream of skeletons.

"We must find a way to defeat the leader of the men in black!"

A young Vulture Gang monk shouted.

"Yes, only by defeating him first can we end all this!" The monks of the Chamber of Commerce nodded one after another.

"Brothers, follow me and concentrate your firepower on attacking the leader of the men in black!"

The gang leader roared and led the charge towards the black-clothed leader. Behind him were countless spirit swords that flashed coldly in the air, forming sword lights that rushed straight towards the black-clothed leader. The black-clothed leader showed disdain on his face, smiled coldly, and gathered black energy in his hands, preparing for the upcoming attack.

However, he had not expected that just as he was about to cast a powerful spell, the spiritual swords of the formation would come like raindrops and hit his body directly.

"Humph, you dare to challenge me with the strength of an ant!"

The leader of the men in black snorted coldly and waved his hand to resist, but the power of the spirit sword surged like a tide, forcing him to go all out.

"Break it for me!"

The leader of the Vulture Gang roared, and the light of the spirit sword flickered behind him, as if responding to his call.

With a loud bang, the spiritual sword poured down like a rainstorm, directly hitting the black-clothed leader, causing his face to change drastically.

"You stupid guys!"

The black-clad leader roared, black energy swirling around him, trying to resist the attack of the spirit sword.

However, the power of the spirit sword seemed to be endless, making him feel a huge pressure.

At this critical moment, a hint of ruthlessness flashed in the eyes of the black-clothed leader, and the black energy in his hand suddenly burst out, turning into a huge black vortex, trying to swallow everything.

"He wants to activate a powerful spell!"

"Hurry, don't let him use it!"

One of the monks shouted, feeling a sense of urgency.

The rest of the Vulture Gang monks gathered their spirit swords and tried to break the black-clad leader's spell.

"Go to hell!"

The gang leader roared, and the spirit sword in his hand was like a violent storm, heading straight for the whirlpool of the black-clothed leader.

The atmosphere of the battle became increasingly tense. The collision between the spirit sword and the black air made a deafening sound, and the surrounding space seemed to be shaking.

A fearless fighting spirit ignited in the hearts of the monks, and they vowed to fight the black-clad leader to the death.

At the same time, in the rolling mountains.

Jiang Qiong led a group of prisoners on a difficult journey through the mountains.

The mountain road was rugged and covered with vegetation. Occasionally, a few tits chirped on the treetops, as if mocking these prisoners who were burdened with heavy responsibilities.

Led by Jiang Qiong, a group of prisoners were climbing the steep hillside with great effort. The gravel under their feet kept sliding down, making crisp sounds.

Jiang Qiong looked back from time to time and encouraged them: "Hold on a little longer, we'll be there soon!"

After several hours of trekking.

Finally, the ridge ahead gradually revealed a wide view.

Jiang Qiong looked up, and the sight before him made him hold his breath - what came into view was a prosperous county town with towering city walls and magnificent momentum. The red lanterns at the city gate swayed in the wind, as if welcoming the returning travelers.

"Come on!"

"We've arrived at the county town!"

Jiang Qiong whispered the order, secretly rejoicing in her heart that she could finally end this difficult journey.

He led the prisoners carefully around the city wall, choosing a less traveled path, for fear of being discovered by patrolling soldiers.

When they finally stepped into the streets of the county town, Jiang Qiong felt a long-lost lively atmosphere.

There are shops lining both sides of the street, hawking sounds can be heard one after another, and the air is filled with the smell of freshly baked buns and fragrant barbecued meat.

People are bustling about, with smiles on their faces, as if it is such a happy thing to live in this prosperous city.

"We have to find a place to stay."

Jiang Qiong's voice sounded particularly firm amid the noise.

He led the prisoners through the crowd and finally came to an inn called "Drunk Moon Inn".

The appearance of the inn is simple and elegant. There is a plaque hanging at the door with elegant handwriting, which gives it a literary atmosphere.

"come on in!"

Jiang Qiong said as she pushed open the heavy wooden door.

The light inside the door was soft, and the air was filled with the faint aroma of wine and tea. Several guests were sitting together, talking in low voices, with smiles on their faces from time to time.

Jiang Qiong led the prisoners to a remote corner, secretly looking at the surrounding environment in his heart.

Although the tables and chairs here are not luxurious, they exude a warm atmosphere.

When the waiter saw them coming in, he immediately came forward, a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes, but he quickly returned to normal and bowed slightly: "Dear guests, what would you like to order?"

"Give me a pot of wine and some side dishes."

Jiang Qiong said it simply and clearly, thinking to himself that this pot of wine might help these prisoners relax their tense nerves a little.

The waiter was busy in the kitchen, while Jiang Qiong sat at the table, looking around.

He knew in his heart that all this was only temporary peace and the real challenges were still to come.

He needs to find the monks in his family as soon as possible to be completely safe.

Soon, the waiter brought the wine and dishes, and the aroma was fragrant.

Jiang Qiong raised his glass, motioning the prisoners to do the same, and said firmly: "Cheers to freedom!"

The prisoners looked at each other, then raised their glasses, and were moved by Jiang Qiong's momentum. They said in unison: "For freedom!"

The crisp sound of wine glasses clinking echoed in the inn, as if announcing the determination of this group of people.

As night falls and the sky becomes starry, the atmosphere in the inn becomes increasingly lively.

Jiang Qiong chatted with the prisoners at the wine table, sharing their stories, and the distance between them gradually shortened in the aroma of wine.

As Jiang Qiong drank the wine, she slowly felt the tension in her body being released, as if all the hardships and fears along the way were drifting away with the aroma of the wine.

The dishes on the table were delicious, and the steaming buns and tender barbecued meat whetted his appetite.

He sipped one mouthful after another, secretly rejoicing in his heart that he could finally enjoy the tranquility of the moment.

"This meat is really good!" A prisoner couldn't help but exclaim, with oil on the corners of his mouth, looking particularly excited.

"Yes, it's such a luxury to be able to eat such delicious food!" another prisoner echoed, with a long-lost light in his eyes.

Jiang Qiong smiled slightly, and thought to herself, perhaps this is the simple happiness that people desire in adversity.

Eat and drink enough.

Jiang Qiong walked out of the table, crossed the lobby of the inn, and headed towards the counter at the back.

Behind the counter, a middle-aged shopkeeper was sorting out the account books. When he saw Jiang Qiong coming, he looked up and a hint of doubt flashed in his eyes.

"Sir, what can I do for you?" The shopkeeper's voice was low and steady.

"Boss, I want to rent a few rooms." Jiang Qiong said in a firm tone, with an unquestionable look in his eyes.

"Dear guests?" The shopkeeper frowned slightly, obviously concerned about the identities of these prisoners.

"We are businessmen from other places. We have just experienced hardships and would like to rest here for a while." Jiang Qiong responded quickly and spoke.

"Oh, I see." The shopkeeper seemed to be moved by Jiang Qiong's momentum and nodded, "Then I have a few clean rooms here, I can arrange them for you."

"Okay, I want three." Jiang Qiong heaved a sigh of relief, then took out the spirit stone and placed it on the counter. (End of this chapter)