Retrograde fairy way

"Wow!"

In a town in Lingfeng Country, a mournful howl suddenly sounded. Although it was extremely pervasive, it was nothing compared to the surrounding scene.

I saw that in this city, regardless of men, women, old or young, most of them had been killed.

The corpses of these dead were all ashes and crumbled, all turned into skin and bones like skeletons, as if they had been forcibly pulled out of their flesh and blood.

What's even more frightening is that a faint black mist is floating above these dead bodies, floating upwards.

There were bursts of screams like a ghost crying, or silent sobs, slowly floating in the wind, swaying and swaying.

At the corner of a street, there was a chirping sound, and the howling came to an abrupt end.

clap clap!

"No, it stands to reason that the other party should have noticed that so many subordinates have been killed, so why didn't anyone come to look for it?" Wang Mo gently flicked his hands, frowning tightly, and said to himself.

As soon as he stepped into Lingfeng Country, after searching the souls of those monks, Wang Mo continuously killed many monks who were massacring the city in the past few days.

I thought it would attract the attention of the other party, so as to delay the progress of the other party's massacre of the city, but no one came to investigate at all.

In fact, how could Wang Mo know that the leaders of these low-level monks had already been refined into the main soul of the formation by Duan Yuanfeng, so how could he care about the lives of these low-level monks?

"My lord, thank you for saving my life!"

There were several mortals around who had escaped from death. Seeing that the monks chasing them were killed by Wang Mo's gestures, he hesitated for a while and boldly came forward to thank them.

"You don't need to be too polite, let's go to the border to avoid disaster!"

His eyes swept across the crowd, Wang Mo slightly cupped his hands, and immediately flew into the sky with the bloody clothes.

Hearing this, everyone looked up at the two who had disappeared in the blink of an eye, opened their mouths but said nothing.

In the end, these people who lost their homes packed up their belongings with miserable expressions, and moved out of the city together.

……

At this time, Lingfeng City was in a state of turmoil. Whether it was the common people or the monks, all the people in the city were in a constant state of panic.

"Grandpa, what should we do?"

Inside the secret courtyard of the Imperial Palace in Lingfeng City, a handsome young man said with a pale face.

"Hey, I only hope that Second Uncle and his old man can recover from his injuries as soon as possible!"

The old man's old face was full of sadness, his eyes slowly swept across the young man in front of him, and he sighed helplessly.

"But if the ancestor can't recover from his injuries, are we just waiting to die here?"

The young man was only sixteen or seventeen years old, and his aura was at the late stage of Qi refining. If he was placed in the sect, such a cultivation level would be enough to be a genius.

But after all, he is young, facing the coming disaster, how can he maintain his old demeanor.

"Child, you have to remember that since you stepped into the path of cultivation, what we have been waiting for is to go against the sky and fight for our lives, but at the same time, our lives no longer belong to us!" It's very clear, but the old man is still much calmer than the young man, and he speaks earnestly.

"Ah..." The young man was taken aback for a moment, obviously not understanding the truth of what the old man said.

"Occupy the year!"

Just as the old man was about to speak, a piercing sound like the clanging of gold and iron suddenly sounded in the small courtyard. From a glance, he was a middle-aged man.

Seeing this person, the old man's body trembled involuntarily. He hurriedly got up and looked at the source of the sound. He pulled the young man's head and bowed, and shouted: "Ling Zhannian, the descendant of the Ling family, met the second uncle!"

"Boy...boy Ling Mofeng has seen the ancestor!" The boy subconsciously swallowed his saliva, as if trembling in fear of that person.

"Get up!"

The old man actually called the middle-aged man his second uncle!

Beside the rockery in the small courtyard, a middle-aged man in a gray robe was as thin and tall as a pole, but he gave people a feeling like a pine.

The most conspicuous thing is that on his resolute face, under the sword eyebrows slanted into the temples, a pair of eyes are as sharp as eagles, and there seems to be a sharp aura flashing between them.

"Yes! Thank you, Second Uncle!"

"Thank you, ancestor!"

Hearing this, the two quickly got up and stood aside, giving up their seats in the gazebo.

"Sit down!" The middle-aged man looked at the cautious look of the two, a flash of loneliness and regret flashed in his eyes, but it was fleeting, and he flicked his sleeves.

"This..." Ling Zhannian hesitated for a moment. He had great respect for the middle-aged man, but he didn't dare to overdo it.

"Huh?" The middle-aged man frowned slightly.

"Yes!"

Seeing that he seemed displeased, Ling Zhannian hurriedly pulled Ling Mofeng to sit down, but he seemed a little nervous.

"Zhannian, has it been 300 years since I left the Ling family?" The middle-aged man glanced at him and said.

"This...to be exact, it should be 280 years!" Ling Zhannian said respectfully after recalling briefly.

"In the twinkling of an eye, it's been so long. I never expected that in the past 300 years, I, Ling Tianying, set foot on the family land for the first time, and what I brought to the family was a catastrophe!" The middle-aged man looked a little lonely. , in his words, it was Ling Tianying, the sage of Skyhawk.

"Second uncle...is there no other way?" Ling Zhannian hesitated for a while, but still gritted his teeth.

"Ha ha!"

Ling Tianying smiled calmly, looked up to the sky.

The two also followed their gazes, with a look of unwillingness flashing in their eyes.

I saw streamers of various colors flashing across the sky from time to time. If it was normal, it would definitely feel colorful.

But among these flowing lights, the most conspicuous one is the thick red brilliance, which seems to cover the sky and block out the sun.

This Lingfeng City is not big, it is not small, it has a range of hundreds of miles.

Although it is not comparable to many big cities of cultivation in the Demon Realm, it is also one of the best in general.

But at this time, it looked like the city was besieged with a formation.

Feeling the turbulent energy fluctuations surging out of the sky from time to time, although there was not much noise coming out, one could see that behind the light curtain, six huge groups of dark red blood shadows were tearing the light curtain with their teeth and claws.

"Zhannian, second uncle is ashamed of the family!" Ling Tianying slowly closed his eyes, showing a look of grief.

It's hard to imagine that such a resolute person would show such an expression.

"Second Uncle..." Ling Zhannian opened his lips slightly, but he didn't say anything.

But looking at his expression, he obviously understood that it would be useless to say more at this time.

Even Ling Tianying, who is the Nascent Soul Saint, can't do it, so what can he do?

As a junior, Ling Mofeng didn't seem to have anything to say to him, but just sat there with a restrained expression.

"Zhannian, you choose two juniors with good aptitude, and when the formation is broken, lead them to break through for uncle. If you fight this cruel life, you can't let my Ling family die!" Ling Tianying's expression suddenly tightened. The color is full, and the floor is full of sound.

"Ah, this...Second Uncle, can you only bring two people?" Ling Zhannian looked shocked. Although he had already thought of such a move, he was unwilling to say it after all.

"Hey, if it wasn't for my uncle's injury to Yuanyuan in the Tianmoyuan battle, I would have taken care of the family's back, but at this time, Lu Manshan colluded with Duan Yuanfeng of the Blood Demon Sect, and it must be my death Well, if Lu Manshan was the only one, he would have been seriously injured back then, but relying on his physical strength, the injury healed faster than me!"

Ling Tianying shook his head and sighed, explaining.

"Second uncle, don't seniors in Moyu ignore this matter?" Ling Zhannian said with a miserable expression even though he had expected it.

"Hey!" Ling Tianying laughed at himself, brushing his hand over his forehead and said: "At this time, the Demon Realm is in troubled times, how can anyone take care of this kind of business? It's also because my uncle was too lonely back then, so far, even a friend None, otherwise I wouldn’t have ended up like this!”

Hearing this, the corner of Ling Zhannian's mouth twitched, but he didn't dare to say anything more.

It's just that his heart is full of slander, Ling Tianying was not only a maverick back then, his personality was even more outspoken and fierce.

Back then, it was for the same generation of monks in the family, because they were burned, killed and looted outside, and they were destroyed in a fit of anger.

Therefore, the patriarch who was not very friendly with him, that is, Ling Zhannian's father Ling Yuanhua, made a big fuss with him.

As a result, Ling Tianying left the family in a rage and never returned home, and even changed his name.

I would rather soar in the sky like a goshawk than be with a flock of birds.

Unexpectedly, after Ling Tianying left the family, he had many adventures. In just 300 years, he broke through from the late stage of alchemy to the middle stage of Yuanying.

But its age is only more than six hundred years old.

Such impressive qualifications are enough to make more than [-]% of monks feel ashamed.

If it wasn't for this change in Tianmoyuan, Ling Tianying, who was besieged by several immortal cultivators and seriously injured, and alone, probably wouldn't want to go back to the family to see.

Ling Tianying, who was going to take a look and leave, but couldn't stand the persuasion of the family's insiders, agreed to recuperate on the spot.

The return of Ling Tianying naturally made everyone in the Ling family happy. You must know that if a family has a Nascent Soul cultivator in command, its status will inevitably increase.

But no one knew, even Ling Tianying couldn't think that when all the monks who participated in the Tianmoyuan battle were seriously injured that day, his deadly enemy Lu Manshan unexpectedly came up.

And accompanying him was another Nascent Soul Saint, Duan Yuanfeng from the Blood Demon Sect.

What's more terrible is that the other party seems to be planning to wipe out the entire Ling family, and has no intention of letting anyone go.

With Ling Tianying's gaze, he could naturally recognize that the blood-colored formation exuding a majestic aura above it was the Nine Nether Blood Prison Formation, the Protectorate Formation of the Blood Demon Sect.

What puzzled him was that the Nine Nether Blood Prison Formation was rumored to be the secret of the Blood Demon Sect's sect.

Although Duan Yuanfeng's cultivation status is high in the Blood Demon Sect, it is not enough for him to practice this formation.

But in the current situation, it seems that there is not much time for Ling Tianying to think about other things.

"Buzz!"

But at this moment, a strange fluctuation suddenly came from the sky, and then under the protection of this large formation, there was a strange cold blood rising up faintly.

Click click!

There were bursts of fine noises, like the ice on the lake breaking, and they were clearly transmitted over Lingfeng City, as if they were signaling something.

"The defensive array of the outer city has been breached. Zhannian, don't hesitate. Prepare quickly. The second uncle is ashamed of the family. No matter what, he will bring out the two juniors and train them. One day, my Ling family will prosper again. !" Ling Tianying narrowed his eyes, turned his head and said anxiously to Ling Zhannian.