Farming in the Immortal Mansion

Ye Ling and the others followed the other cultivators and disappeared into the depths of the earth-colored canyon.

The descendants of the Zhuo family who were blocked behind the cliff were not so lucky.

Not only did they have to dig through the rocks blocking the road, they also had to chop through the blue ice vine forest that was still growing wildly for miles!

What made them even more unbearable was that a large force that arrived later, the Nanshan Tang clan's strong alliance, all watched coldly from the sidelines, without making any effort. Instead, they mocked the descendants of the Zhuo clan who had worked hard to clear the way:

"Tsk tsk, isn't this Zhuo Wuhua, the eldest son of the Zhuo family? I received a message from the clan members saying that you are hunting down the Qiuyuan Villa lineage, among which there is a cultivator wearing a moon-white satin long gown. Where are they? Could they have been let go by the eldest son Zhuo?"

"Hahaha! You, the eldest branch of the Zhuo clan, are really incompetent. It's okay for the clan to kill each other, but a large group of people can't even catch up with a small group of cultivators! If I were you, I would just crash into this rock and die!"

Zhuo Wuhua's face was extremely gloomy. He suppressed his anger and snorted coldly.

He really didn't want to fight with the Nanshan Tang clan in advance. After all, there were strong men from the three major forces of Xishanzhou, Dongyang Sect and Luowang Sect in Tianfeng Gorge. Once the two clans start fighting, their vitality will be greatly damaged, and others will surely benefit. At that time, the remaining descendants of the Zhuo family will not be able to defeat any of the three major forces, and will only end up being annihilated.

His second brother Zhuo Wuhai could no longer bear it, and he was furious, pointing at the strong team of the Nanshan Tang family and cursing. Then Zhuo Wuchan and others also stopped their magic weapons and joined the cursing.

The Nanshan Tang family and their Beishan Zhuo family have always had a grudge, and they are not afraid of the younger brothers of the Zhuo family's eldest house, who are smaller in number, and just laugh and curse at each other in a weird way.

Seeing Zhuo Wuhai and his men were so angry that their faces turned red and their necks were thick, and a battle was about to break out, Zhuo Wuhua stood in front of his brothers, staring at the Nanshan Tang clan's strong team alliance viciously. Finally, he took a deep breath, suppressed his anger, and said in a deep voice: "The canyon is sealed, and you Tang clan members have the leisure to stand here and watch the fun! Little do they know that the little witches of Xishanzhou have already gone to the depths of Tianfeng Gorge. By then, she will be the first to get the natural treasures in Tianfeng Gorge. Let's see if you can still laugh?"

The Nanshan Tang clan cultivators were all shocked, and the other cultivators who came to watch from behind also changed their faces and came forward to clear the way.

After everyone took action, they opened a path through the vine forest in just a cup of tea, but they just rushed through without sealing the blue ice vines that were still growing, leaving obstacles for the cultivators walking at the end.

Zhuo Wuhua walked through the vine forest and looked at the earth-colored canyon with yellow sand in the distance. There was no trace of Ye Ling and his group! He clenched his fists and shouted in a deep voice: "Chase! Make sure to catch up with them before the ravines and valleys! Otherwise, once they enter the valleys with ravines, it will be difficult to find them."

The brothers agreed with him and rushed with their swords.

The Nanshan Tang's strong team alliance behind them certainly would not follow them, and flew far away along the valley.

Who would have thought that in this way, their numbers would be scattered, giving the fourth and fifth level monsters in the earth-colored valley an opportunity to take advantage of them, and there was no one ahead to clear the way for them to hunt monsters, so they encountered much more monsters on the way than Ye Ling and others.

When their troops successively killed their way to the ravines and valleys, dusk fell and the sky gradually darkened.

Looking at the forks and gullies everywhere, Zhuo Wuhua's face was terribly gloomy, and he said angrily: "Qiuyuan Villa Zhuo Yunhe and his men ran very fast, and we didn't run into them along the way. In the end, they escaped into the thousands of gullies!"

The seventh brother Zhuo Wuchan said unwillingly: "Let's split up and look for them! Spread the team, and as long as you find their traces, send a sound transmission note immediately to inform us."

"The general manager named Ye hired by Zhuo Yunhe has eight sword spirit puppets, which almost took our lives! Spread the team to look for them, you think of it!"

The seventh brother was speechless when he could refute Zhuo Wuhai, a big man with broad shoulders and waist, and the latter was scared for a while, and nodded repeatedly: "Second brother is right, the surname Ye is really evil, but if we don't get rid of them, it's hard to get rid of the hatred in my heart! We can't just let it go, boss, what do you think? What should we do? "

Zhuo Wuhua pondered for a moment, and then saw that the strong team alliance of Nanshan Tang clan flew into the ravines before them. Zhuo Wuhua frowned and finally made a decision: "This young master will lead the elite disciples above the ninth level of foundation building to cross the ravines as soon as possible and get ahead of them!

Old Seven, you lead the remaining disciples of the eldest house to come later, and you can divide them into two teams of about ten people. On the way, you can search for the whereabouts of the Qiuyuan Villa lineage in the ravines. Each team can deal with the puppet sword formation of the surname Ye. That's it! "

Zhuo Wuhai nodded after listening: "The eldest brother still has a way! The distribution is very appropriate. The matter of hunting down the surname Ye, please leave it to you, the seventh brother!"

As they spoke, the brothers Zhuo Wuhua and Zhuo Wuhai led the elite disciples, drove the sixth-level top-grade flying sword, and broke through the air.

Old Seven Zhuo Wuchan had no choice but to divide the remaining disciples of the eldest house into two teams and set off from different ravines in two directions.

At this time, Ye Ling and Zhuo Yunhe, brother and sister, had already arrived at the heart of the valleys. They were led by Zhuo Yunhe, who had been here once before.

Zhuo Yunhe still vaguely remembered the path at first, but after it got dark, he couldn't tell east, west, south, north, and drove the sword light through remote valleys.

"Brother, can you do it? Have you been here last time?"

In the end, even Yun Xi couldn't help it, and his big dark eyes were full of confusion.

Zhuo Yunhe looked at the Tianfeng Canyon map for a long time and said with a wry smile: "The last time I came back here, I stopped here. I followed the Tianfeng Canyon map handed down by my family for the rest of the path. This should be It's a big road! Hey, maybe it's off the track, and it's off track. I'll wait until I release the red-eyed rat to find out the direction."

Yunfeng and Yunxi looked at their elder brother who was so anxious that he was sweating profusely. They could only shake their heads and sigh. They could only place their hopes on the red-eyed rat that their elder brother had bought with a lot of money.

Ye Ling looked around at the surrounding mountains, deeply inhaling the spiritual energy of this place, and practiced breathing.

Also because the spiritual energy here is too strong, the earth energy is steaming up, blocking the dark night, without stars or moon, making it difficult to discern the direction.

Ye Ling pondered for a moment and said calmly: "Although the mountain wind here is blocked by the mountains with thousands of ravines, you can still feel the direction of the wind while flying in the air. It doesn't matter which way you go! As long as you are facing the mountain wind. If you go there, it will definitely lead to the depths of Tianfeng Gorge!”

Zhuo Yunhe slapped his thigh and sighed: "Isn't it true! Why didn't I think of it?"

As he spoke, he put away the red-eyed rat again, felt the mountain wind with his sword light, and led the way.