Dragon Vein Martial God

The golden elixir in Qiushui Pavilion on the flying boat stepped in the air and his mana converged. However, he took a trace of residual breath on the ground and turned it into a black flying crane.

The man ignored the black flying crane and returned to the flying boat: "the devil can't repair the cultivation of the third floor of the foundation. Flowers, bells and meihui, you can take care of each other on the way... Go and return quickly, don't delay too long."

"HMM." Hualing and another disciple of Qiushui Pavilion made a sound at the same time.

The Qiushui Pavilion disciple named Mei Hui is tall and stands quietly on the edge of the flying boat. His face is expressionless and looks quite cold.

The strangest thing is that she has a sword in her hand.

Other people's magic weapons, when not in use, are put in the storage bag or collected in the body for warm care... But meihui holds the sword in her hand, which looks like a pillow to fight at any time.

There are a lot of plum blossom carvings on the surface of the scabbard. I don't know whether it's just beautiful or there's some array prohibition.

The topic is a little far away.

Meihui and Hualing agreed and left the boat at the same time... The black flying crane seemed to notice something, spread its wings slightly and broke the air in a certain direction. Perhaps because of the golden elixir, the speed of the black flying crane was very fast. At least, it was not comparable to the ordinary three or four layer immortal builders.

Hualing and meihui naturally left with the black flying crane.

Then... The flying boat didn't stay in place, but left in another direction.

The other side.

Hualing and meihui followed behind the black flying crane, and feidun was almost two days ago.

The black flying crane seemed to feel something and suddenly began to dive towards the ground.

When they got close to the ground, Hualing and meihui found that there was a small town here.

From the sky, the town is not too big, only 300 households. It is relatively poor. The name of the town is engraved on the boulder at the gate of the town.

Nanling town.

And this town looks like... It's been destroyed.

They saw that more than half of the houses had collapsed and damaged. In the streets and some rooms, under the perception of God, there were nearly 70 corpses. From the smell of blood, the time of death should not exceed an hour.

If that's the case, they'll get rid of demons.

But the problem is... Demon Xiu, he's dead.

In the street, there was a black robed man with an obvious smell of evil cultivation. His body fell in the street and separated... There were no other wounds. It looked like he was killed by a strong man passing by.

Hualing frowned: "it seems that there are no disciples of purple frost gate and demon refining Pavilion nearby?"

"Follow up and have a look. If it's the enemy, you'll kill him." meihui's words are simple and concise.

Hualing didn't respond, but continued to approach the town: "I'll go down and ask..."

This time, he also showed his birth form.

Suddenly, all the people alive in the town were disturbed.

"Immortal... Meet the immortal..."

"Fairy sister is so beautiful..."

"No big or small boy, please see the immortal..."

"See immortal..."

Most of the town residents began to kneel to the ground, looking respectful, eager and so on.

The flower bell spread mana stopped the mortal from kneeling and asked, "where did the man who killed the devil go?"

The face is not gentle, but there is no disdain. It is normal.

"I know, I know. It's over there."

"Yes, the immortal went to the South..."

"Thanks to the immortal, otherwise we were all killed by the devil, sobbing..."

All people rush to answer... Maybe it's because of the ordinary look of Hualing, or maybe it's because the female immortals are beyond the ordinary and extraordinary customs. In short, the residents of the town are not on guard.

What the flower bell asks, they answer.

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Time goes back, about more than an hour ago.

Nanling town is far away, high above the sky.

"Hmm?" Jiang Ting, who controlled the flying boat and was still on his way, quietly looked at the ground.

He saw Nanling town and the flames of Nanling town.

There is a fire wall nearly four feet high, which surrounds the whole town. In the town, thick smoke billows. Countless mortals the size of ants in the sky are running and hiding in the streets, crying and moaning.

Another demon cultivation stood in the sky, with ten fingers in both hands, and ten blood red silk threads swept across the town. Every time the silk thread flew out, someone would die. All the blood would be extracted, and even the soul would be captured by the demon cultivation.

"Ha ha, a group of mole ants can add fuel and fire to this house, which is also your good fortune..." the arrogant laughter of demon Xiu, even if Jiang Ting can hear it clearly in the air.

Quite coincidentally, he happened to meet demon Xiu in the attack.

By this time, nearly 70 people had died in the town.

"Build the third floor of the foundation... I happened to have a lot of fire in the cloud house of evil dragon square, so I'll use you to vent the fire." after looking at it clearly, Jiang Ting gave a rare sneer.

In an instant, the flying boat rushed down like a bird at a very fast speed.

The wind howled.

In less than three breaths, Jiang Ting arrived over the town from the sky... He did not hide the existence of the flying boat, nor did he hide his body.

"Who!" the evil cultivation who was still wantonly destroying and killing people suddenly raised his head and shouted angrily.

The wind is coming.

A violent wind. It didn't help raise the fire. On the contrary, it blew out the flame of demon cultivation on the spot.

Magic cultivation finally found Jiang Ting's cultivation.

"Dao... Dao you." the angry look on Mo Xiu's face turned into an extremely reluctant smile, and his subconscious began to retreat.

No wonder demon cultivation is so... The cultivation gap is too big.

Magic cultivation only has three layers of foundation, but Jiangting has six layers of foundation.

Not everyone can fight across the border like Jiang ting.

Jiang Ting walked out of the flying boat with a cold voice and cold eyes: "tell me the distribution point of magic cultivation here. If not, I will let you not survive or die."

A series of child and mother blades began to fly around him... In Jiang Ting's opinion, the magic cultivation of only three floors of the foundation is too waste for him to use such means as magic and sword array.

"Immortal, help..."

"Wuwu, immortal, help us..."

"Brother immortal, Xiaotuan's mother fell asleep and couldn't wake up. Can you help Xiaotuan wake her up..."

"Son... We were saved, but you went..."

Or surprise, or sorrow, or crying, sounded everywhere in the town.

Obviously, compared with the demon cultivation, Jiangting looks more like a fairy. People in the town regard Jiangting as the Savior.

If ordinary people look at the town, they may be sad at the moment... Four or five-year-old children lie next to their parents' bodies, with innocent and ignorant faces.

Drooping old people kneel in front of some young adults.