Seeing the immortal cultivator die, except for the white-haired man, the other two people swayed and collapsed, and even their weapons fell to the ground with a clang.
The bald monk looked at the white-haired man and said with a wry smile: "Brother Duan, we are still a step too late."
The eyes of the strong woman flashed with anger. She smashed a stone brick with one punch and said bitterly: "It's all my fault for my poor Qinggong, otherwise I would have arrived a few days earlier."
The white-haired man sheathed his long sword and turned to look at Duan Yuanfeng, who was lying not far away. The fingers holding the sword hilt turned slightly white, and a trace of sadness flashed in his eyes as he said:
"Two of you, if it hadn't been for your help, even if I came a few days earlier, Duan wouldn't have been able to deal with the two immortal cultivators in the late stage of Qi refining. Even my own life would have been in danger. How could I be destroyed in front of the soul of the dog like now?
Enemy."
He continued: "Duan will not participate in the distribution of the contribution points of these two late-stage qi-training cultivators. With these one hundred contribution points, your spirit-controlling magic weapon can be redeemed and truly become your own weapon."
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Seeing that the two men were still hesitant, the white-haired man said softly: "Don't refuse, you two. With your help, Duan's granddaughter was able to save her life."
As soon as the white-haired man finished speaking, a small door opened in the corner of the meeting hall.
Duan Yiyun's petite figure ran out of it. She looked at the white-haired man's face that resembled her father. She could no longer suppress the tears in her eyes. She threw herself into his arms and cried loudly: "Oh... Grandpa... you finally
Here, dad and mom are both..."
The white-haired man is Duan Yuanfeng's father, Duan Han.
Duan Han's eyes flashed with love, he patted the little girl's back gently, and sighed: "It's okay, grandpa has taken revenge, and your parents can rest in peace."
With these words, Duan Yiyun cried even louder and hugged Duan Han tightly. Even though she has the strength of a second-rate warrior and a mature mind, she is still just a fifteen-year-old child. After relaxing her mind, the suppressed emotions
It burst out all of a sudden.
The strong woman looked at this scene with a sad look in her eyes, as if she was recalling the past.
The bald monk on the side also sighed and whispered: "Sister Niu, let's deal with the body of the immortal cultivator first and let them stay for a while."
Sister Niu came back to her senses, nodded silently, and took off the robe of the dead male cultivator at her feet. A little spiritual energy flashed in her muscles, and with a sense of consciousness, she put it into the male cultivator's storage bag.
Then he stood up and walked towards the body of the female nun in the distance, followed the same pattern, then took out a small stone box painted with black paint from his arms, and put all the storage bags he received into it.
The bald monk on the other side trembled his muscles, waved his long stick, and produced extremely hot fire, burning the corpses of the two immortal cultivators into ashes.
Duan Han gently hugged Duan Yiyun, looked at the dozens of corpses of the Duan family's children around him, and murmured: "The immortal cultivators regard mortals as ants and slaughter them wantonly. I didn't expect that this time it would be my Duan family's turn."
"Ashes return to dust, soil returns to soil, Monk Fang, could you please also burn the inner courtyard of my Duan family and the corpses of my clan members. After removing all traces, we will leave immediately. Those who died are the disciples of the Ghost Spirit Sect, so we must not be careless."
"good."
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Half an hour later, Duan Han, the three of them, plus Duan Yiyun, were already sitting on a carriage, and all the strange weapons had disappeared.
They were mixed in the caravan and looked like ordinary martial arts people, inconspicuous.
"Evian, are you saying that these two immortal cultivators want to destroy my Duan family because the souls of my Duan family's warriors have been refined?" Duan Han asked with a frown.
Duan Yiyun had calmed down at this time, and there was no trace of sadness on her face. She seemed to have vented all her emotions. She nodded and said, "Yes, grandpa, that person said so to dad himself."
Duan Han said with a gloomy expression: "My Duan family's Piaoling swordsmanship pays the most attention to the condensation of essence, energy and spirit. Only the souls of top warriors will be different from other warriors."
"The Ghost Spirit Sect is proficient in the techniques of cultivating ghosts and immortals. I'm afraid the refined souls will be a great supplement to their cultivation."
Then Duan Han looked at Duan Yiyun with a serious face and said word by word: "Yiyun, remember, when you see an immortal cultivator in the future, you must stay away. Immortal cultivators are not something ordinary warriors can compete with."
Duan Yiyun was silent for a moment, and said calmly: "Grandpa, don't worry, Yiyun knows that my father's superb warrior realm cannot pose any threat to immortal cultivators."
"Even with the strength of Grandpa and the two senior Martial Saints, they relied on sneak attacks to unexpectedly kill the female immortal cultivator. However, the male cultivator seemed to have misjudged the Martial Saint's methods and lost due to blind defense.
of."
When Sister Niu and Monk Fang heard these words, their eyes showed surprise. They knew that Duan Han's granddaughter had amazing martial arts talent and had the strength of a second-rate warrior at a young age, but they didn't expect that her vision was so unique.
The judgment of the battle is almost the same.
Duan Yiyun continued to say crisply: "If the female immortal cultivator regards Senior Niu as a powerful enemy and uses the same defensive methods as the male immortal cultivator, the battle situation will be completely different."
"So in the martial saint realm, one has the power to compete with the immortal cultivators, but the strength is still weaker than the immortal cultivators. Therefore, Evian will never provoke the immortal cultivators when the strength is insufficient."
Duan Han's eyes were filled with shock when he heard his granddaughter's analysis. Although he knew from Duan Yuanfeng's letters that his granddaughter's martial arts talent was amazing, he didn't expect that her fighting consciousness was so high.
He patted the little girl on the shoulder and said with emotion: "Evian, your analysis is very good, but one thing you may not know is that the cultivation of the three of us has reached the peak of the Martial Saint."
"The man and woman who died just now were only at the lowest level among the immortal cultivators, and their real age was not more than thirty years old."
When Duan Yiyun heard this, a look of disbelief flashed across his face, and he blurted out: "How is that possible! Less than thirty years old! Aren't they hundred-year-old monsters?"
Duan Han shook his head and said: "Immortal cultivators are a group of people with unique qualifications. By practicing special skills, they can perform various terrifying spells. Their life span will be lengthened due to their breakthrough in realm."
"This man and woman are just new to cultivating immortals, and they only know basic spells. But even beginner spells can easily destroy our Duan family."
Duan Yiyun was extremely shocked. She had always thought that the immortal cultivators were monsters who had practiced for hundreds of years, but she did not expect that the immortal cultivators were just a group of people who relied on their unique talents to practice magic.
She had seen the power of this spell before. Black mist, ferocious ghosts, green fireballs, and shimmering shields, even a top-notch warrior could do nothing about it.
From what grandpa said, it seemed like it was just the most basic spell among immortal cultivators.
Duan Han touched the black storage bag in his arms and said with admiration in his expression:
"If we hadn't found the Holy City of Warriors and obtained unique techniques and weapons, it would be difficult for us to defeat the immortal cultivators who have just entered the middle stage of Qi refining, let alone the late stage of Qi refining."
When Duan Yiyun heard the words, he immediately thought of something, his eyes lit up and he said: "The legendary holy city of warriors! Grandpa, you are all already at the peak of martial saints, so aren't there warriors of higher realms in the holy city? Can they really compete with it?
Immortal cultivator."
Duan Han showed a bit of pride and said: "Of course, the Martial Saint is just the weakest warrior in the Holy City. I once saw the senior warriors in the Holy City being able to kill the late-stage cultivators of Qi Refining with just a few moves.
The strength is terrifying."
Duan Yiyun's eyes burst with incomparable longing: "Grandpa, Yiyun also wants to become a strong man who can rival the immortal cultivators. Take me to the Holy City of Warriors."
"As expected of my good granddaughter, she has ambitions. We are going to the Holy City now. However, the ladder in front of the Holy City is not simple. Whether you can enter the Holy City depends on your own ability."
Duan Yiyun clenched her fists tightly, and a look of determination flashed in her eyes.