The immortality of mortals

Chapter 146
"Hey, let's go!"

In the main hall of Jinmu Island's peak, Mrs. Feng and the male cultivator surnamed Sun walked out with gloomy faces.

After probing, although the two sides talked a few words, they couldn't ask anything at all.

Being in the opponent's home court with old man Kaneki by his side, it was difficult for the two of them to use force.

I can only leave angrily.

But Yang Xuan saw Mrs. Feng's unwilling expression, and it was obvious that she held a grudge and could not let go.

"There will definitely be trouble in the future..."

He shook his head and sighed.

"They are all subordinates of Kuixing Island, and they should be able to show some kindness."

Old Man Jinmu comforted him.

But having said that, he is also an old man and knows that the disappearance of the young island master may still be involved.

The other party relied on fake alchemy monks and family power to support them, and was used to being domineering. In the past, Jinmu Island had to avoid them.

Even if it is ignored, you may have to be embarrassed.

Maybe in the future, when Yang Xuan leaves the island alone, he will be attacked by a sneak attack, or two or three foundation-building monks from Feiyi Island may come directly to arrest him for questioning.

"Fellow Daoist Yang, just stay at Jinmu Island for a while with peace of mind. I believe that as time goes by, there will be no hindrance. As the appointed owner of Kuixing Island, I can at least guarantee that outsiders will not dare to go to the island and cause chaos!"

Old Man Jinmu stroked his beard and said with a smile.

If anyone is the happiest recently, it must be him.

Through intentional or unintentional publicity by his disciples, there are two foundation-building monks on Jinmu Island, and there is also a powerful foundation-building spirit beast to guard them.

Therefore, it attracted many residents, merchants, and even monks to come and settle down.

In the Sea of ​​Chaotic Stars, more powerful monks can be in charge, so that more people can survive natural disasters.

Strong immortal cultivators are the guarantee for the prosperity of an island.

And Yang Xuan bought various spiritual materials and sold magic weapons and herbs, etc., through the channels of Old Man Jinmu, which also allowed him to earn some spiritual stones.

At the same time, the two exchanged alchemy techniques with each other, which also allowed the old man Jinmu to improve his skills.

It can be said that the old man is now eager to have Yang Xuan live there forever.

"Hey, I'm just an upright monk who likes to practice pure cultivation and study alchemy. Since the opponent is so threatening, I can only stay on the Daoist Island for a little longer."

Yang Xuan shook his head, said hello and prepared to say goodbye and return to the courtyard.

"Fellow Daoist Yang, you can rest assured and let me know if you need anything!"

Old man Jinmu looked warm and hospitable.

He also specially sent him to the outside of the palace and talked heart-to-heart all the way.

"It just so happens that the weather has been severe in recent days, so it is not advisable to go out. Only by staying on the island with a large array of protection can we be safe."

Yang Xuan had heard the news from Yuan Yao before.

So he nodded without surprise, chatted for a few more words, and then left along the mountain steps and stone path.

It's just that his steps are a little shaky and his breath is a little unsteady.

With Yuan Yao's support, he slowly walked away.

Old Man Jinmu’s consciousness could sense the young man’s voice:
"Slow down... The late stage of foundation building is really powerful..."

I heard faint voices.

A smile couldn't help but appear on the old man's face.

No wonder the other party looked like he was leaving in a hurry. It turned out that he had been injured secretly in the fight in the main hall just now.

That's normal.

After all, he was new to foundation building, and against a male cultivator surnamed Sun who had been in the later stages for many years, being able to receive a blow without using a magic weapon was already considered impressive.

It seems that the other party is forcing himself to look calm and calm.

'Young man, you need to be competitive to save face...'

The old man smiled and shook his head consciously, and turned back to the cave on the top of the mountain.

As soon as you enter the courtyard.

Yang Xuan Tui said something about practicing in seclusion, then activated the forbidden formation and walked into the retreat room.

'This Feiyi Island is really a trouble...'

There was no one else around, and he no longer pretended to be injured. He immediately stood up straight and paced back and forth.

Judging from today’s contact.

It seemed that the other party didn't know that it was the clone Kuiba who did it. 'Did the middle-aged monk who escaped not return to the island to report the news? '

Yang Xuan had a guess in his mind.

However, according to what Old Man Jinmu and Yuan Yao said, everyone on Feiyi Island has a ruthless and ruthless style. Many offended casual cultivators will eventually be captured or their whereabouts are unknown.

Maybe when he leaves the island in the future, he will encounter an inexplicable sneak attack.

"What should I do? I'm just an alchemist who loves purity..."

He sat down helplessly.

A majestic figure in black robe slowly rose.

"What are you afraid of? Damn it! Two foundation-building monks dare to go out alone, just kill them with a pair of blood sacrifices!"

The strong man without eyebrows in black robe holds a bone sickle and makes a weird laugh.

His figure suddenly turned into magic light and disappeared.

Outside Jinmu Island.

Mrs. Feng looked in the direction of the mountain hall from a distance, with a sharp look in her eyes.

"Brother, do you think my son's disappearance is related to that kid?"

"maybe."

The short-browed monk named Sun shook his head and said:
"Whether it's relevant or not, when he leaves the island in the future, we will capture him. It's better to kill the wrong one than let him go!"

"Correct!"

Mrs. Feng nodded in agreement.

"We will send people to guard here for a long time and dispatch them as soon as there is news! Also, that vixen looks like a bitch who seduced my son. He will be caught and tortured in the future..."

The two of them discussed and revealed endless evil plans.

clap clap clap!
Suddenly there was a burst of clapping.

"who is it?!"

The two of them immediately looked ahead alertly.

"Such viciousness really tastes good to me, Kui Ba... The blood of evil people is even more exciting when you taste it!"

A sturdy man in black robes with a bald head and no eyebrows slowly appeared, clapping his hands.

His bronze-like dark brown skin bulged out with muscles like cast iron. He was over two meters tall and had a tall and majestic physique. There seemed to be no hair on his body, and his eyebrowless eyes revealed a vicious and bloodthirsty light.

Wearing a black robe with a dark pattern and a stand-up collar, he exuded the arrogant and evil aura of a demon lord.

"What do you mean, sir? Why did you block our way? Do you know that we are from Feiyi Island?"

The monk surnamed Sun spoke cautiously.

Although the opponent was only in the middle stage of foundation building, there was an aura of blood all over his body that was not easy to provoke.

This is a feeling that can only be felt after killing many monks of the same level.

"Hey hey hey, don't you two want to find the missing young island master? I, Kuiba, will show my kindness again and send you down to meet him!"

"What did you say?!"

Mrs. Feng's expression suddenly changed.

But before she could say anything more, the strong man in black robe was already approaching with a bone sickle.

"Good thief!"

The monk surnamed Sun quickly used the flying hook at the top of the door and attacked at the same time as the middle-aged woman.

The light of the spell flashed in the sky for a moment, and various roars and collisions of magic weapons were heard. Although one of the two was in the middle stage of foundation building and the other was in the late stage.

However, joining forces could not do anything to the big man. The strange golden-red light on his body, the stagnant magic weapon and the filthy spirituality were really troublesome.

Moreover, the opponent has rare physical skills, is difficult to damage with magic weapons, is powerful, and is fast.

"Brother, hold on!"

The middle-aged woman gritted her silver teeth, took out a yellow talisman, and began to mutter something.

It was clear that he wanted to activate the talisman at the bottom of the box.

"Don't think about it!"

The big man in black robe waved the bone sickle, but was forced down by the monk named Sun who cooperated tacitly.

In just two seconds, the talisman glowed.

But suddenly a bright silk thread floated down from the sky!

(End of this chapter)