The Xiuxian family can't float

Chapter 163 In the future, the blood of Qian's people will wash away the shame of today!
Qian Chongyi was also affected by the sudden explosion of the water giant, and he was able to stabilize his figure only after flying more than ten feet.

Although the water giant, like him, was suppressed by the Qijue Sealing Spirit Formation, and could only display more than [-]% of its strength, it was not something that the fake alchemist could solve with a single blow.

But Ling Jiexin did it, and destroyed the spirit technique that Qian Chongyi had cast with one shot. At this moment, he still couldn't believe it. This is the strength that a fake alchemy monk can unleash.

"He is just a fake Dan monk, why is he so strong?"

Qian Chongyi roared wildly in his heart, but on the surface he looked very calm, as if Ling Jiexin's shot just now had no effect on him.

He gritted his teeth, and squeezed out a few words, "The Cangli Ling family is indeed a generation of outstanding talents, I have seen it today."

Ling Jiexin made a move with his right hand, and the silver-horned spear in the distance turned into a silver light and flew back into his hand.

He held the silver-horned gun, shook the gun body, and pointed the tip of the gun at Qian Chongyi in the distance.

"Qian Chongyi, as long as I, Ling Jiexin, are still alive, I will never let Fufeng Qian's plan succeed."

Hearing this, Qian Zhongyi looked up to the sky and laughed, "Hahahaha,"

After laughing, he looked at Ling Jiexin with a serious face, and said: "I admit that the Cangli Ling clan did win today's battle, but next time, you won't be so lucky."

With a flick of his sleeve, he immediately turned into a blue light and fled towards a passageway to exit the formation, and streaks of spiritual light shot at him from all directions, but they couldn't hurt him in the slightest.

In a short while, Qian Chongyi escaped safely from the Qijue Sealing Spirit Formation.

Seeing this, the living monks of the Cangliling clan couldn't help cheering excitedly. They were thankful that they had repelled the invaders and that they had survived the genocide war.

In the sky, Ling Jiexin finally breathed a sigh of relief, and immediately a wave of weakness swept over his body, and as soon as his body went limp, he fell towards the ground below.

"Ninth Uncle."

Ling Yuansheng was in a hurry, and Yujian immediately stepped forward to catch the falling Ling Jiexin.

The jubilant scene on the top of Qingcang Mountain became silent for an instant. Everyone was nervous and their eyes were full of worry, staring at Ling Jiexin who was being supported by Ling Yuansheng.

Ling Jiexin had just shown his supernatural power, smashing the water giant with a single shot, forcing back Jindan Master Qian Chongyi, and saving the lives of the Cangli Ling clan and hundreds of Cangli Ling clan monks.

Before he knew it, he had already surpassed Ling Yuansheng, took over Ling Chuyun's position, and became the spiritual pillar of the clansmen.

At this time, if something happened to him, the confidence that the Cangliling clan members had just built up would be wiped out in an instant.

In that case, the Cangliling Sect will experience another bloodbath, which is something no foundation-builder monk of the Cangliling Sect wants to see.

Ling Yuansheng asked nervously, "Uncle Jiu, are you okay?"

Ling Jiexin stretched out his right hand and waved it, "I'm fine, I'm just too tired, just help me to recuperate for a few days."

Ling Yuansheng laughed at all the clansmen and said: "The third elder is fine, but he is too tired, he can just rest up for a few days, and all the clansmen don't need to worry."

Hearing this, hundreds of monks from the Cangli Ling clan burst into joy in an instant.

After a while, all the elders of the Cangliling clan gathered together, and Ling Jiexin sat cross-legged in meditation to cultivate himself.

Looking at the top of Qingcang Mountain, which was first shot by the blood rain and washed away by the great flood of the younger generation, the family's qi practitioners are saving themselves and each other.

Ling Yuanqing sighed, her eyes filled with loneliness and helplessness.

"My Cangli Ling's 500-year operation has almost disappeared."

If the field of view is enlarged to the entire Qingcang Mountain, the damage caused by it will be even more serious.

At the beginning, when the Qijue Sealing Spirit Formation was shrinking its defensive range, the monks of the Cangliling clan moved the spiritual plants and important things at the foot of the mountain, on the mountainside, and other places to the top of Qingcang Mountain.

Previously, although the coalition forces of the nine families entered the Qijue Fengling Formation, they were suppressed and beaten by monks of the Cangli Ling family. Whether it was spiritual plants or other important things, there was almost no big loss.

However, the rain of blood broke the restrictions of many important places. Under the scouring of the flood, many buildings were washed away, especially the spiritual plants, which were washed away by the flood along with the soil.

It can be said that except for a few high-level spiritual plants, all other spiritual plants are gone.

We must know that the growth of spiritual plants does not happen overnight, even low-level spiritual plants need several years, ten years, or even decades of growth.

In other words, as these spiritual plants that had been planted for many years were washed away by the flood, the Cangliling family's decades of hard work were all gone.

Even if this difficulty is overcome, in the next few decades, it will be impossible to achieve self-sufficiency in elixir, and it will need to be continuously purchased from the outside world.

In this case, the Cangliling family will be like being strangled by someone, which is extremely unfavorable for the development and growth of the family.

Ling Yuancheng nodded, "Yes, even after this crisis, I, the Cangli Ling Sect, have been seriously injured. I don't know how many years it will take to recover to the state before the war."

Hearing this, Ling Yuan said loudly: "If it's gone, it's gone. As long as people are still there, my Cangli Ling Sect will not collapse. One day, what we lost will be regained by us." return."

"good."

Everyone looked at the sound, Ling Jiexin opened his eyes and looked at everyone present.

"One day, I, the Cangli Ling Sect, will break through Fufeng Island and wash away today's shame with the blood of the Qian Clan."

Hearing this, everyone was deeply moved.

Ling Jiexin clicked and stopped, "Okay, now it's time to do a good job in the aftermath."

He looked at Ling Yuansheng and continued: "Yuansheng, you are good at handling family affairs, and you will be in charge of the aftermath."

Immediately he warned: "When the family is in danger, don't be careless. You must be careful and then be careful. If you make a mistake, my Cangliling family may be in danger of being destroyed."

Today's Cangliling family is like a person walking on a tightrope. There are cliffs on the left, right, front and back, and even a slight mistake may fall off.

Ling Yuansheng is a cautious person, and he understands what Ling Jiexin said best.

He immediately nodded and said, "Uncle Nine rests in peace of mind, and my nephew will definitely take care of it."

"Ah."

Ling Jiexin nodded, he was still very relieved about this fifth nephew.

Then Ling Yuansheng made arrangements for the elders, and then the elders left to deal with their own affairs.

It is said that outside of the Qijue Fengling Formation, the monks of the nine families were first defeated by the monks of the Cangliling family, and then encountered a flood.

Many monks did not react in time and were washed away by the rolling flood, pouring down the mountain. Various collisions were inevitable, and many qi training monks lost their lives as a result.

There are less than 500 qi training monks alive today, and only eight of the eleven foundation building monks are left. The loss cannot be ignored.

Among them, two families died because of the foundation-building monks who led the team, and there was a situation where there were no living Qi-training monks under their command.

When all the monks were frustrated, a blue light escaped from the Qijue Sealing Spirit Formation and flew straight towards the monks of the nine families.

(End of this chapter)