The Xiuxian family can't float

Chapter 297
The moon and stars are scarce, and the sun is rising, and the day passes like this.

On Fufeng Island, in the open space of Qian's residence, nearly a hundred people sat cross-legged, with their hands folded, their eyes slightly closed, and their breathing seemed so regular.

It seems to be integrated into the world and is an inseparable part of the world.

In the distance, a group of crows stood on the branches, jumping back and forth between the branches, and kept making eerie calls.

"Goo, goo!"

There were many corpses lying here and there on the ground, and crows hopped on them, picking the "most delicious" part of the corpses.

No matter how big or small the wound is, it has scabbed over and no longer bleeds out.

Between the corpses, the blood flowing out gathered into puddles of blood.

The bright red sea area is no longer bright red, but there is darkness in the red, and the sea surface seems to be slowly returning to its original color.

The waves came and went, went and came again, and the red sea water hit the coast, causing a red sandy beach to appear on Fufeng Island.

The wreckage of the torn ship was blown to the shore by the waves, submerged or lying quietly on the beach.

Such a strange picture gives people a natural feeling.

The strong smell of blood got into everyone's noses, and some people stopped meditating, opened their eyes and stood up.

Everyone who stood up was stunned by the scene in front of them, and then put on a smiling face.

Cangli Ling's greatest enemy is gone, including the eight foundation-building families. Ling can finally dominate the Liuyun Islands.

Of course, the most important thing is that he survived the war.

Thinking about those who died, those who survived could not help but sigh.

After a while, the elders of the Ling family also stood up one after another, and began to organize the slightly injured clansmen to clean up the battlefield.

Large objects such as magic weapons and spirit weapons scattered on the ground were the most conspicuous, so they were quickly picked up by Brother Ling.

Every corpse was touched by monk Ling, and useful treasures such as storage bags, spirit beast bags, and jade pendants were removed from the corpses, and then the corpses were piled up not far away, forming a large mountain of corpses .

Maybe it was because the movement was too wide, and the scabbed wounds were bleeding out again, gathering together to form a blood stream, which slowly flowed down.

After all the corpses were gathered together, a white flame of Kanli rose from the palm of Ling Youdao's hand.

He threw it towards the mountain of corpses, and the white flames hit the mountain of corpses.

"boom!"

The white flames rushed towards the mountain of corpses in an instant, and there was a roaring sound of fire.

Those who were close were burned and hurt, and at the same time, a sense of fear rose in their hearts for no reason, and they hurriedly moved away.

The crow, which could not be chased away no matter how hard it was before, also hurriedly flapped its wings away from here at the moment the flame ignited, for fear of being affected by the flames.

After a while, the mountain of corpses disappeared, leaving only a layer of white dust in place.

Afterwards, Ling Youdao organized people to gather together the treasures obtained by cleaning the battlefield, as well as those that Xuanjia took from the Qi training monks of the family alliance yesterday.

There are nearly [-] storage bags and nearly a thousand pieces of various instruments, not counting the instruments in the storage bags.

In addition, there are more than a dozen spiritual weapons.

It seems that there are only these, but the actual situation must be more than that. Someone must have hidden something while cleaning the battlefield.

Not to mention that after killing the enemy, some people will take away the opponent's storage bag and other treasures.

Since Ling Youdao and others are foundation-building monks, they can easily break the restrictions on the storage bags of Qi-training monks.

They broke the restrictions in these storage bags one by one, took out the treasures inside, and handed them over to the Qi cultivator at the side.

Qi training monks will organize and classify these treasures, one is the magic weapon, the other is the spiritual weapon, the same pill is one, the first-level talisman is one, the second-level talisman is one...

Anyway, large and small are divided into ten or twenty general categories, and these classified treasures are packed in storage bags.

In addition to these, there are several corpses of second-tier monsters, which are also divided one by one to collect useful parts.

As for the eight-clawed long beard, it is not up to him to decide, after all, it is the corpse of the great monster, covered with treasures, there is no doubt that it must be the entire Cangli Island of the Games.

From sunrise to sunset, I was busy until sunset, and finally packed dozens of storage bags.

The moon and stars are scarce, the sun is rising, and it is another day.

When the sun was rising, Ling Yuansheng and Ling Jiexin received their merits, and they opened their eyes almost at the same time and stood up.

Ling Yuansheng asked with concern: "Uncle Jiu, how are you feeling now?"

Ling Jiexin waved his hand and said with a smile: "The injury has stabilized, and I can only cultivate myself slowly."

In fact, it took Ling Yuansheng two days to stabilize his injury so that it would not worsen in the later stage.

"Yuansheng, if it wasn't for you, Uncle Jiu"

"Uncle Jiu, don't say that..."

Ling Jiexin interrupted him with a wave of his hand, and just smiled.

At this moment, Ling Youdao came up and bowed to the two of them.

"Greetings to Uncle Ninth, Grandpa."

"Ah."

Ling Jiexin nodded with a smile.

Ling Youdao immediately said: "Uncle Jiu, I have already organized people to clean up the battlefield, and all kinds of treasures have been sorted and stored away, waiting for Uncle Jiu to inspect."

Hearing this, Ling Jiexin smiled even more.

"Okay, the boy is capable, but Yuansheng has a good grandson."

Ling Yuansheng also smiled, very happy in his heart.

Afterwards, Ling Jiexin checked, and praised and encouraged Ling Youdao and others, saying that he would reward Yunyun heavily after returning to the family.

When the sun was high, all the Cangliling monks on Fufeng Island gathered together.

In the front row stood the foundation-building cultivator, in the back stood the qi-training cultivator, and as for Xuanjia, he was in the sea.

Ling Jiexin stood at the front, facing the crowd, and Ling Yuansheng stood on his left.

After he said a few words, Ling Yuansheng also said a few words.

Especially when Ling Yuansheng was speaking, the Ling family below seemed very excited.

This is the third Jindan Daoist in the true sense since the Cangliling Sect was founded.

The most important thing is that Ling Yuansheng is at most 170 years old, let alone 400 years to live, that is to say, Ling Yuansheng can still protect the Cangli Ling family for 400 years.

Of course, this is normal and there is no guarantee that something will go wrong.

Finally, Ling Jiexin waved his hand and said, "Copy!"

Copying, copying the house, used here means to search the old lair of the Qian family in Fufeng, and change the things of the Qian family into the things of the Ling family.

Immediately afterwards, Ling's qi training monks were divided into several teams, and each team had one or two leading elders.

According to the Buddhist scripture pavilion, elixir garden, family treasure house, etc., each team is responsible for one place, which can greatly speed up the speed of inspection.

Whether it was intentional or not, Ling Youdao and Mu Yanran led a team of Qi training monks to search Fufeng Qian's elixir garden.

At the same time, Ling Yuansheng also sent someone to send a letter back to Cangli Island.

(End of this chapter)