Farming in the Immortal Mansion

The remaining ten monks gradually recognized their teammates from the twenty or so sword lights that flew down from the top of Longze Mountain. Without exception, they all wore black robes with dragon patterns embroidered on them in silver thread and black marks on their foreheads. There were also three monks wearing black robes, but the dragon patterns embroidered on them were golden edges!

The blue-robed captain watched the injured sixth-level tiger king flee into the forest on the eastern foot of Longze Mountain, but the shock these black-robed monks brought to him was too great, so he had to give up chasing.

"Friend Pei! You fell behind when you entered the mountain. How come you are now wearing a black robe like those snake herders on Longze Mountain? What's the reason?" The blue-robed monk frowned, and saw that his former teammate's face was covered with a layer of frost, pretending not to recognize him, which made the blue-robed monk feel very bad. Something must have happened!

The leading black-robed monk with golden patterns held up an inkstone as black as ink in his left hand and a judge's pen surrounded by black air in his right hand. He sneered, "No need to shout! They have just joined our Longze Mountain Molong Sect and cannot speak for the time being. Hehe, the leader of the Molong Sect was very happy to hear that you have arrived, and specially invited the ten of you to join our sect! As long as you plant the ink seed between your eyebrows, we will be fellow disciples!"

Everyone was shocked when they heard this! Ye Ling had already guessed a little bit, and although he was surprised, he was not surprised. While thinking about the countermeasures, he secretly released the fourth-level small medicine spirit to secretly chase the injured sixth-level tiger king.

Meng Fanyan repeatedly called the name of the second senior sister. Zhang Qiuyun, who was dressed in a black robe, bit her red lips tightly, and her face showed a painful struggle. Then the black mark between her eyebrows spread out, causing the veins on her forehead to bulge. Her bright eyes also turned black and red, and she stared fiercely at Meng Fanyan, the former junior sister of Qianhuanmen!

"Second senior sister, you!" Meng Fanyan stared at Zhang Qiuyun in shock, and her voice became increasingly sad as she was afraid.

The blue-clothed monk sent a telepathic message to his teammates, and said in a deep voice: "They were planted with ink seeds by the Molong Sect, and they seem to have become demons! I'm afraid they will be further refined into puppets. We must not join the Molong Sect, otherwise we will end up like them!"

"Captain, let's run away together! They are only more than 20 people, and they may not be able to stop us."

"Well, drive the sword light, follow me to the east!" The blue-clothed captain was also a decisive person, and he led the crowd to escape!

Ye Ling hurriedly drove the cloud magic weapon. This time he tried his best to fly to the front and must not fall behind.

"As long as I find the right time and shoot the pebble array, I can hide my body. I think these foundation-building black dragon sect monks will not be able to find it for a while. But this opportunity is hard to find, and I can't let them see where I am hiding."

Ye Ling secretly calculated in his heart, looked around, and made up his mind: "I don't need to fly over the black dragon sect monks, just fly over my teammates! The teammates who fell behind will naturally fight with the black-robed black dragon sect monks. If they delay each other, I will have a chance to escape!"

His fourth-level high-quality cloud flying magic weapon is not as fast as the blue-clothed captain's sixth-level flying sword. It can only be comparable to the burly man's fifth-level earth-type flying sword. So Ye Ling simply shot out the fifth-level demon dragon in the spirit beast bag, flew to the dragon head, and whistled away!

Everyone was shocked. They never expected that this little cultivator at the first level of foundation building could actually fly on a fifth-level demon dragon!

"Quick! Run away, they are catching up! Ah! Second Senior Sister, don't chase me!" Meng Fanyan screamed anxiously. Her red sword light fell behind her, and behind her, Zhang Qiuyun, who was emitting black air from her eyebrows, chased closely!

The three black-robed monks with golden dragon patterns led by the Molong Sect sneered and commanded these new disciples who had planted the ink seeds, shouting: "Those who do not join our sect will be killed! Kill!"

Zhang Qiuyun's strange black and red eyes completely turned red, and the purple sword light slashed at the former junior sister without any mercy.

"Second Senior Sister! Are you crazy?" Meng Fanyan was completely heartbroken. She shot out the fifth-level spirit talisman to fight back, and then threw out a red lotus-shaped magic weapon with a solemn look, and bombarded the second senior sister Zhang Qiuyun.

They were both from the Qianhuan Sect and came to Longze Mountain to search for treasures, but who would have thought that they would be forced to kill each other.

Meng Fanyan saw that the second senior sister sacrificed the purple lotus magic weapon without hesitation, and her heart sank!

Boom!

The two lotus magic weapons were all shattered, and the wind ripples caused by the recoil force affected Meng Fanyan, causing her to spit out a mouthful of blood. Her expression suddenly became depressed, and she hurriedly drove the sword light to escape.

Guo Tuo'er and the black-robed swordsman who came to chase her surrounded her expressionlessly. The three of them attacked her from both sides. After a short while, Meng Fanyan completely lost the ability to resist and was captured alive!

"Okay!" The black dragon sect cultivator with a golden dragon pattern laughed, dipped the judge's pen into the strange inkstone, and drew a thick stroke in the air, and dotted it on the brow of the terrified Meng Fanyan. In an instant, Meng Fanyan completely lost consciousness. When he opened his eyes again, his eyes exuded the same black and red light as Zhang Qiuyun!

"Another female cultivator has joined our Black Dragon Sect. The old master will definitely be very happy. Hahaha! You all stop right there and join the sect obediently! If you dare not listen to my advice again, I will not be so merciful. I will kill you if you catch one!"

The burly man surnamed Huang looked back and saw it. His soul trembled. He drank the moon orange spirit wine in big gulps. He fled with a sword light without a price. He looked at the blue-clothed captain and Ye Ling riding a fifth-level demon dragon who were almost disappearing beyond the opposite mountain, and his eyes were full of jealousy.

"Nonai, the boy named Ye has hidden deep enough! He actually has a fifth-level demon dragon as his mount. I have to risk my life to catch up. I can't become a puppet of the Molong Sect and be slaughtered by others!"

Just as the burly man was trying to escape, Guo Tuoer and the black-robed swordsman chased him one after another with their swords!

At this moment, the captain in blue and Ye Ling's demon dragon were flying at the forefront. The captain in blue never dreamed that Xiao Xiu, the weakest among the ten people, could actually keep pace with him.

"This demonic dragon is pretty good. Its speed can almost catch up with my sixth-level flying sword!"

There was a hint of coldness in the corner of the captain in blue, and he said in a pretense of panic: "Little brother! Let me stay on your mount for a while, so that I can activate the talisman and kill them!"

While he was talking, the captain in blue didn't wait for Ye Ling to agree, but he lowered his sword light and flew towards the dragon forcefully.

Suddenly, the demonic dragon swung its tail violently, and a dragon roar shook the sky!

"Water Dragon Yin! Damn it!"

The blue-clothed captain's pupils shrank sharply, and before he could dodge, he was immediately submerged by the water waves erupted by the demonic dragon's water dragon roar, and fell into a sluggish state. What was waiting for him was his former teammate, Brother Pei, chasing after him!

Ye Ling's cold voice came from afar: "Your wind knife talisman has been used up for the last time when dealing with the sixth-order Tiger King, and it has completely dissipated! Still want to deceive Ye? Haha, just do it yourself! "

The monk in blue was frightened and angry, and he had no choice but to fight with his former teammates in a sluggish state. He never imagined that such a young cultivator on the first level of Foundation Establishment would see through his intentions, and it would be the straw that broke the camel's back, causing him the biggest crisis since his cultivation!

Ye Ling became the monk who escaped the farthest among these people, but the monks from the Molong Sect who were chasing behind him were not worried at all.

The leader, the old man in black robe with gold-edged dragon pattern, sighed and said: "I have been following the sect master for so long, but I still don't have a decent mount! Hey, this guy's fifth-level demon dragon belongs to me! In front of me are the east and north slopes of Longze Mountain. In the Demon Bee Ridge between the hills, you can’t escape even if you have wings! You’d better be obedient and send me back the demon dragon. Once the demon bee stings the demon dragon, I will tell you that your life will be worse than death!”

Sure enough, when Ye Ling was riding the demon dragon and looked at the dark swarm of demon bees in the mountains ahead, his scalp went numb and he hurriedly ordered the demon dragon to go down the mountain.

"Hmph! You couldn't go to the top of the mountain or the northern foothills, so you ran down the mountain. You are so useless! I personally led a team to chase you. Where else can you escape? Follow me!"

The black-robed old man gave an order, and the monks from the Molong Sect followed closely behind him, their swords blazing like rain.

Ye Ling saw it from a distance and frowned. The mountains here were gentle and there was no grass growing in many places. Even if he used the cobblestone array to hide his body, the people who were chasing him would still be able to see the general direction.

Ye Ling had no choice but to drive the demon dragon in a circle with them. After a long circle, he circled back and flew back to the forest at the east foot of the mountain.

The burly man was escaping with the light of his earth-crystal sword while cursing. He hated the black-robed swordsman and Guo Tuoer who were chasing him: "He is Nai! I usually treat you like brothers. When will it be time to distribute the spoils?" You are giving in at every turn, but you two have been hunted by dogs and are hunting me down!"

While he was scolding, the demonic dragon flying towards him soared past, and he was almost startled and his eyes popped out! Then he saw a whole group of Molong Sect monks flying towards them, with enemies in front of them and pursuers behind them. He was so shocked that he felt like he was out of his body!

The burly man hurriedly drove his sword and ran to the top of the mountain. His hatred for Ye Ling even surpassed that of the demonized Guo Tuoer. He pointed at the sky and cursed: "The surnamed Ye is such a friend! You are driving me to death!"

Ye Ling didn't have time to pay attention to him. He drove the demon dragon at high speed and saw the forest at the east foot of the mountain. Two sword lights, one purple and one red, flew from the slanting thorn!

"Zhang Qiuyun and Meng Fanyan?" Ye Ling's eyes narrowed, especially when he saw Zhang Qiuyun's black and red eyes staring greedily at his storage bag, Ye Ling had a vague understanding! He thought to himself: "It seems that these monks who have been demonized by the ink seeds are confused and instinctively hunt down the monks they were familiar with before. They are just like puppets! I must not be intercepted by them, Ice Rock Beast, Ferrets, kill them!"

Ye Ling shot the blue ice rock beast and the ferret one after another, hitting ice blocks on the demon dragon's back and slashing out ice blades to deal with the two women who were blocking them.

The moment they approached, Ye Ling noticed that Meng Fanyan's aura was much weaker. She was obviously injured and had not recovered. Even though she was reduced to a zombie-like puppet, she was still relatively weak. After a short time, she was The ferret's ice blade hits.

Ye Ling saw the right opportunity and without hesitation slashed out the Shura Blood Blade, which can be called the fourth-order top-notch magical weapon!