Mortal: I can add some immortality

Chapter 80: Battle of Yuanying

When other people heard this, they couldn't help but be stunned. This person didn't look like someone was looking for him at all. Instead, he spoke so confidently.

Upon seeing this, the three invited Jindan cultivators looked at each other and immediately withdrew from the battlefield and confronted the middle-aged cultivator and others.

Zi Ling's eyes were filled with shock, but she quickly collected herself and watched carefully what happened next.

"Stop talking nonsense, you all deserve to die."

At this moment, the two elders Zhao Meng suddenly shouted in unison, and their attacks became faster and faster.

Upon hearing this, the murderous look on the middle-aged cultivator's face became even more intense, and suddenly, a gray-white demonic energy over ten feet high emerged from his body.

After these gray and white evil spirits surged for a while, they suddenly condensed into a pale ghost face and rushed towards the two elders Zhao Meng to kill them.

The two elders Zhao and Meng were already at a disadvantage as they were outnumbered two by three. When they saw the grimaces made by the middle-aged cultivator, they suddenly felt their scalps go numb.

After a fierce attack, they retreated rapidly and fell into the crowd of Miaoyin Sect.

"What are you all still standing there for? With Fellow Daoist Ye here, let's attack together with so many of us. Even if the enemy is a cultivator in the late Jindan stage, it doesn't matter. We will smash these people to death even if we have to." Elder Meng said in a timid tone.

Hearing this was obviously a means of sowing discord, many monks actually attacked together and killed the middle-aged monk opposite.

"Stop, this matter is very strange. Wait until you find out clearly!" Zi Ling coldly scolded the Miaoyin Sect disciples.

She didn't want these Miaoyin Sect disciples to die in vain. Since the last robbery, seven or eight out of ten elite disciples of Miaoyin Sect were killed.

If they lose these talented people again, I'm afraid their Miaoyin Sect will be in a state of lack of successors.

What surprised Zi Ling was that the disciples of Miaoyin Sect did not pay attention to her orders and continued to kill the middle-aged monk.

"You." At this time she finally realized that these disciples of Miaoyin Sect might have already defected to other forces.

"Okay, very good. Elder Zhao, Elder Meng, shouldn't you two give me an explanation?" Zi Ling looked at the two elders with cold eyes.

At this point, the two elders stopped pretending and instead looked at Zi Ling with expressionless faces.

When Fan Jingmei and Zhuo Ruting heard this, they couldn't help but look extremely unhappy.

Before meeting Ye Tian, ​​Zi Ling asked the two envoys to help her avenge her mother's blood feud on the condition of giving up the throne, so they were in a competitive relationship with each other.

In order to have more say in Miaoyin Sect, they tried their best to win over the two Jindan elders.

Especially Fan Jingmei, for the position of the sect leader, she even sacrificed her sexuality to keep Elder Zhao firmly in her hands.

But now, with the rebellion of the two elders, all their previous efforts have gone to waste.

"Elder Zhao, we in Miaoyin Sect have been very kind to you two. Why do you two want to betray Miaoyin Sect?" Fan Jingmei asked sternly.

"Mr. Fan Zuo Shi, it's not that we don't remember the old friendship, but we are helpless now!" Elder Zhao's face looked a little ugly.

"Haha, in that case, you can go to hell." Ye Tian suddenly sneered.

With a flick of his robe sleeve, twelve invisible needles flew out, arriving at the sides of the two elders Zhao Meng in almost the blink of an eye, and then suddenly accelerated, inserted into their temples, and flew out from the other end.

"You!" The two of them only had time to shout out the word "you" before they fell to the ground with a thump, thump, without a sound, and even their souls seemed to have collapsed. The sudden death of the two Jindan cultivators shocked the cultivators present. They only saw Ye Tian waving his robe sleeves, and the two Jindan cultivators fell directly.

This person's strength is truly terrifying. He can even kill a Jindan stage cultivator in one strike. So how powerful is he?
"What should we do with these people?" Ye Tian pointed at the disciples of Miaoyin Sect and said to Zi Ling.

"Kill him. Since he has been expelled from our Miaoyin Sect, he is no longer a disciple of our Miaoyin Sect." Zi Ling said lightly.

After hearing Zi Ling's words, Ye Tian's mind turned, and the dozen or so disciples of Miaoyin Sect followed the footsteps of the two elders Zhao Meng.

At this moment, even the aggressive middle-aged male cultivator had beads of sweat on his forehead.

"You've seen enough, it's time to come out." Ye Tian ignored the middle-aged cultivator, but turned his head and said lightly to a certain void.

"I didn't expect that we would meet here after not seeing each other for several years."

As soon as he finished speaking, a thin young man walked out from a void. The smile on his face was a little forced, and he was obviously frightened by Ye Tian's fierce methods.

If Ye Tian hadn't revealed his identity, he might have left this dangerous place long ago.

"You killed Zi Ling's mother, right?" Ye Tian asked coldly.

When Wu Chou heard Ye Tian's unkind words, he didn't know what he was thinking. He stiffened his neck and said proudly, "So what?"

"If so, then go to hell!" Ye Tian raised his hand and pointed at Wu Chou.

When Wu Chou saw Ye Tianyi pointing at him, his heart was filled with fear. He didn't know if it was an illusion, but Wu Chou felt that his condition was surprisingly good and his spiritual perception became very sharp.

Just as Ye Tian pointed at him, a strong feeling of death came over him, causing Wu Chou's face to change drastically.

"How dare you, even to kill my descendants? Do you want to try to have your soul searched and spirit refined?"

Suddenly, the sound of a thunder explosion was heard.

Ye Tian turned his head and saw a large group of black clouds rolling in from the distance. Among these black clouds, he vaguely saw a figure.

It was obvious that the sound just now came from this person.

But before Ye Tian could say anything, he saw a huge hand formed by dark demonic energy slapping him hard.

Ye Tian snorted coldly, no longer retaining the magic power in his body, and he quickly pinched his hands together. A five-colored hand emerged out of thin air and hit back at the ink-black hand.

The two palms intersected, causing ripples, and then the two hands froze in the air, and it seemed that neither of them could move forward at all.

"How is it possible? You are a junior in the Jindan stage, how could you easily take my attack?"

An old man's voice was heard from the dark cloud.

When Ye Tian saw this scene, he showed a look of satisfaction. It seemed that he was now qualified to fight against Nascent Soul cultivators.

"Come on, old monster. Then I'll let you see Ye's Bright Moon Sword."

As Ye Tian spoke, a short sword as white as jade spurted out from his dantian. It was the Haoyue Sword.

(End of this chapter)