As soon as the figure of the giant cyan wolf escaped from the Blood Demon City, an old man with white beard and hair appeared in mid-air.
He glanced at the dark dot in the distance, and a flash of doubt flashed in his eyes——
It’s strange that a seriously injured level 7 monster could actually escape my spiritual pursuit?
Could there be someone to help?
Thinking of this possibility, the old man directly released his spiritual consciousness and "scanned" the Blood Demon City under his feet.
Except for the brave man in the city lord's palace, most of the monks in the city are below the middle stage of the golden elixir stage.
With such a level of cultivation, it is impossible to help a seventh-level monster escape.
Is there someone suppressing cultivation?
As an ancestor who has lived for thousands of years, the old man is naturally not naive. He is suspicious and will first think about the worse when he thinks about things.
Blood Demon City is an intersection between the world of immortality and the secular world, and can be regarded as the edge of the world of immortality.
Cultivation resources are scarce, and the monks' cultivation level is relatively low.
"Come on, Pei Yan, put your hand up!"
"only--"
Of course, the Nine Immortal Sects are, after all, well-known and decent sects. Although they are a bit domineering, they are not completely unreasonable.
Then he replied respectfully, "Master, don't worry, my disciple is fine!"
But before she can be cured, Junior Sister Han will have to look like she's been beaten up. Just thinking about it makes Lu Ming feel pitiful!
"It's okay! It's just some external injuries. Just ask the fairy doctors from the Fairy Doctor Valley to take a look!"
Improving your cultivation is the right way.
As long as the soul is intact, disfigurement, physical mutilation and other problems are not a problem.
During this time, the battlefield of immortals and demons was very lively.
Apart from the brave man in the city lord's mansion and his beloved disciple, the only person he paid attention to was Pei Yan.
After all, Gu Qingcheng is a prefecture-level weapon refiner, and he knows a lot about magic weapons.
Pei Yan originally wanted to refuse, but out of the corner of his eye he saw the excited look on his kitten's eyes——
Pei Yan responded respectfully, stretched out his hand and placed it on the handle of the "mirror".
What a coincidence, one of these people also has his beloved disciple——
This old man followed the orders of his sect and went to the ancient battlefield to start the "trial field" and other matters.
As a cultivator, the soul is the most important.
Ancestor Yaoguang said casually and stopped paying attention to Han Ling'er. He came directly to the young man holding a cat demon.
Then, the mirror suddenly flashed with a dazzling light!
Pei Yan:......
"Yes! Immortal Master!"
There are also many low-level monsters, as well as broken magic weapons and monster skeletons left behind by fallen immortals and demons.
Even if a person dies, he can change his body again.
At Patriarch Yaoguang's level of cultivation, he could basically walk sideways on the Xizhou Continent.
Only with profound cultivation can you "do whatever you want".
If you tell me to let go, I will let it go?
Gu Qingcheng's eyes widened, staring straight at the magic weapon that looked like a mirror.
"Or am I overthinking it? That demon wolf is just lucky, or did he use some magic weapon to temporarily increase his strength at the expense of overdrafting his cultivation?"
Such cultivation is impossible to see through!
Pei Yan has such confidence.
Compared to Han Ling'er, who was suspected of being disfigured, Patriarch Yaoguang paid more attention to a young man hiding in the crowd.
but--
"Master, Junior Sister Han was injured by the demon wolf——"
"mortal?"
"Meet the Master!"
The old man made random guesses, but he did not forget to pay attention to the immortal disciples.
"Water-type Tianling Root?"
Just as the flying magic weapon passed the Blood Demon City, he suddenly felt a huge demonic power and the help talisman common among the nine immortal sects. The old man stopped quickly and turned back to the Blood Demon City.
He knows many "secrets" of the Immortal Sect.
This seems to be a magic weapon for testing spiritual roots.
In addition to the Nine Immortal Sects, other small sects, as well as many casual cultivators, as long as they pay a certain amount of spirit stones, they can enter the trial!
Although the grade is not top-notch, it is considered a rare treasure in Xizhou Continent.
The old man is a big boss of the Immortal Sect. In addition to his high cultivation level, he also has a very high status.
Lu Ming turned his head slightly worriedly and looked at Han Ling'er, who had blood on his face and his right arm hanging down.
Of course, there are also immortal doctors in the immortal sect, and there is always a way to treat it with some elixirs.
Pei Yan:......
Junior Sister Han is a woman. How important is a woman's appearance?
Could it be that this old man discovered me when I took action just now?
Since he didn't find a problem, why did he come to me?
Pei Yan did not hide his doubts, blinked and replied: "My name is Pei Yan. I am not a disciple of the immortal sect, just a mortal."
Therefore, he would not ask for the other party's opinions at all, but would directly issue orders.
Pei Yan could clearly see that the person who was revered as Yaoguang Ancestor was in the middle stage of Nascent Soul.
Although he didn't know why, Patriarch Yaoguang felt that this young man was unusual.
For example, a hundred thousand miles away from Blood Demon City is the battlefield of immortals and demons.
Even if you can't see through the opponent's refining techniques, you can still deduce the purpose based on the runes on it, the aura emanating from it, etc.
He looked at Lu Ming at first glance.
As a result, it was still a step too late!
"Who helped that evil beast?"
It's just a few scratches on the face. If it can be cured, it will be cured. If it can't be cured, it doesn't matter.
"What's your name? Which sect are you a disciple of?"
In other words, the ancient battlefield has been classified as a "no-owner's land" in the past and has been placed under the control of the Nine Immortal Sects.
Ancestor Yaoguang didn’t believe it at all.
Although they intentionally circled the ancient battlefield, they did not really list this place as their "private property".
The Nine Great Immortal Sects have sent people to verify the ancient battlefield and have discussed making this place a training place for new disciples.
However, no one can guarantee whether there will be a powerful person hidden among these low-level monks who can perfectly suppress their cultivation.
Lu Ming clasped his fists and saluted respectfully.
When he was in mid-air just now, he used his spiritual consciousness to sweep the whole city.
"Ming'er? You're here too? Are you injured again?"
Lu Ming could clearly see that the giant green wolf scratched Junior Sister Han's face before escaping.
The old man, the Yaoguang Ancestor of the Lingxiao Sect, slowly landed on the ground.
It is said that there are no ghosts and evil spirits that should be found in ancient battlefields. Instead, it is filled with spiritual energy.
After thinking for a while, Ancestor Yaoguang turned his hand and took out a magic weapon.
As a straight man who has lived for thousands of years, Patriarch Yaoguang doesn't care about trivial matters like skin at all.
It shouldn’t be!
The arm is still better. Practitioners are already physically strong. If the arm is broken, it will be fine after taking some pills and recuperating for a few days.
Oh my God, it’s actually another Heavenly Spiritual Root?
Ancestor Yaoguang's face was flushed with excitement.
"Pei, Pei Yan, would you like to become my teacher? Become the second disciple of the ancestor Yaoguang of the Lingxiao Sect?"
Although Patriarch Yaoguang was anxious, he still spoke proudly.
Wow!
Everyone was shocked.
Han Ling'er, whose face was covered in blood, couldn't care less about her pain and froze...
