Farming in the Immortal Mansion

Zhuo Wuchan never dreamed that Ye Ling, whom he was looking for so hard, would lead the maid of the Demon Palace to kill him!

What frightened him the most was Ye Ling's sixth-level spirit beasts, each of which was extremely powerful! In the blink of an eye, two more tribesmen were killed by the Ice Butterfly King's ice seal and the Red Fire Blue-tailed Leopard's killing.

"We underestimated Ye's strength! Try your best to resist, and give Big Brother and the others the transmission talisman!"

Zhuo Wuchan screamed at the top of his lungs, but he couldn't hide the fear in his heart, and his voice was trembling.

Hongtang, Yuming and other four girls followed the Ice Rock Beast and the Red Fire Green-tailed Leopard, each blasting out demonic flames, which burned them to the point where they cried for their fathers and mothers, and their cries of pain were heard.

Ye Ling ignored the transmission notes played by the eldest brother of the Zhuo family. The strong team led by Zhuo Wuhua was far away, and the distant water could not quench the near thirst.

And there was another team of ten people nearby, whose combat power was not as good as the team led by Zhuo Wuchan himself. If they came to the rescue, they would only die! On the contrary, it saved them a lot of trouble.

Ye Ling stood on the demon dragon's head, watching with cold eyes the direct descendants of the Zhuo family who were fleeing for their lives, one by one being killed by the red-fire green-tailed leopard.

The three of them who were left, Zhuo Wuchan, were engaged in a trapped beast fight. They threw out a bright glass lamp, which emitted scorching flames and violent fire aura, resisting the ice seal of the ice butterfly.

With this glazed lamp around, the demonic flames of the four maids also lost their effectiveness. After being blasted out, they were actually sucked away by the glazed lamp!

Only Qingwan's Taiyin Demonic Fire could barely resist the suction force of the glazed lamp, but when they got close, they were knocked down one by one by Zhuo Wuchan and the others.

"Puppet Sword Formation, come out!"

Ye Ling patted the storage bag, and the eight sword spirit puppets flew out like arrows from the string, forming a large five elements and small three magic sword array, trapping Zhuo Wuchan and the others!

Zhuo Wuchan fell into despair and frantically played the transmission talisman, shouting loudly at the top of his voice: "Brother, save me!"

The puppet sword spirit that he feared the most was slashing horizontally and vertically, and he parried with the direct thrusts. Unable to use his consciousness to control the glazed lamp, he finally fell from the air.

As if the red-fire green-tailed leopard had found a treasure, it rushed forward and swiped it with its long tail, pressing it against the leopard's head, greedily absorbing the fire aura emitted by the glazed lamp.

Ye Ling snorted coldly, and when the Red Fire Green Tailed Leopard heard it, the red hairs all over his body stood up! With his tail between his legs, he squatted obediently in front of his master, holding the glazed lamp upright like a treasure.

Ye Ling glanced at the tortured Zhuo Wuchan in the puppet sword formation. In order to attract another group of ten direct descendants of the Zhuo family nearby, Ye Ling refrained from killing him for the time being.

But as long as Zhuo Wuchan is alive, the imprint of his spiritual consciousness on the glass lamp will still exist. With Ye Ling's cultivation at the fourth level of foundation building, it will be difficult to forcibly erase his spiritual consciousness.

So Ye Ling put his hand into the storage bag, slightly opened the gap in the ancient painting scroll, and sent a divine thought to the devil.

The devil did not dare to disobey, the ancient painting scroll of Shui Mansion flashed with light, and the brand of divine consciousness on the glazed lamp immediately dissipated.

Zhuo Wuchan, who was in the puppet sword formation, was mentally damaged and spewed out a large mouthful of blood! He immediately collapsed and was unable to stop the sword spirit puppet's piercing. He screamed and fell to the ground dead.

The demon watched helplessly as his soul was destroyed, and said with great pain: "What a pity, what a pity! The best souls have disappeared like this. I beg the master to reward the souls of the two remaining dying people to the younger one. hey-hey!"

Seeing Ye Ling nodding, the devil was overjoyed. The ancient painting scroll exuded a vast aura, and immediately captured the souls of the two monks in the Great Five Elements and Small Three Strange Sword Formations!

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Two fleshly corpses lay on the ground, which shocked the four maids outside the sword array. They looked at the master's ancient painting scroll with frightened faces, and they all wondered: "How many appalling magic weapons does the master have?" The living souls in the later stage can be taken away, so it seems that the little witch Su Caiying is no match for the new master! "

Ye Ling jumped down from the demon dragon's head, put away the sixth-level spirit beast, and ordered the four of them to restrain their auras and hide behind the nearby rocks, waiting for the arrival of another group of direct descendants of the Zhuo family.

Hongtang and the others nodded respectfully and retreated.

Now, even Lou Qingwan, who has a good fighting ability, is convinced by her master whose cultivation is far inferior to hers. She hides behind the rocks and peeks through the cracks in the rocks to look at Ye who is sitting on the ground and surrounded by sword spirits. Ling, sighed secretly in his heart:

"Although the new master only has the cultivation level of the fourth level of foundation building, he can also control eight sword spirit puppets with different attributes, which shows that he has all eight spiritual roots and his spiritual root qualifications are also very ordinary. But whether the new master is mentally or variously His tyrannical methods are far superior to those of monks of the same level, and he is an outstanding figure even among foundation-building experts!"

"More importantly, the new master's character is far beyond anyone else's! If the little witch in the Demon Flame Palace could restrain her temper and be half as smart as the new master, she might be able to gain the upper hand. But now, even if the little witch poisons herself, Yu is no match for the new master!"

Just as Lou Qingwan was thinking about it, ten sword lights flew from the northeast and rushed over.

While Ye Ling was worshiping the glazed lamp, he stared coldly at the direct descendants of the Zhuo family who came to his door through the gauze of his bamboo hat.

These people stopped the sword light from a distance and saw the corpses of Zhuo Wuchan and his clan brothers lying on the ground. They also saw the man dressed as a fisherman sitting here alone, surrounded by a puppet sword array that made them stare. Incredibly weird!

"Now that you're here, let's all stay!"

Ye Ling's cold voice echoed in the canyon, shocking the Zhuo clan's disciples and making them retreat.

"You surnamed Ye, are you pretending to be a ghost here and killing our clan brother? Where are Zhuo Yunhe and the others?"

As if they had seen a ghost, these ten people looked around vigilantly. After confirming that there was no strong person nearby, they turned their eyes to Ye Ling, who was sitting calmly. Then they looked at the tragic death of the clan brothers around them. Only Zhuo Wu Chan was killed by a flying sword, and the death of the other nine people puzzled them greatly!

"It doesn't look like he killed these clan brothers! It seems like a group of ferocious monsters came here, which led to the destruction of Brother Seven and his entire team! Ye Ling just put down his sword formation and killed Brother Seven. One person is nothing to be afraid of!”

Everyone nodded in agreement. Their fear of Ye Ling was no longer as strong as before. They each took out their magic weapons and walked over with courage.

"The surname is Ye! Every injustice has its owner, and every debt has its owner! You have offended our Zhuo family's eldest brother, and your end is destined to be miserable!"

"Humph, what's so great about your puppet sword formation? If you have the guts, don't run away! Let's see who is more powerful, your sword formation or our brothers' magical weapons! It's time to use your head to pay homage to the ghosts of Lao Qi and the others! "

These ten people shouted loudly to cover up the fear in their hearts. Suddenly they shouted and attacked together!

Ye Ling suddenly opened his eyes, pointed his fingers, and used the Five Spirits Illusion Technique to separate five identical figures and retreat.

"Hahaha! The Guizhou donkey surnamed Ye is so incompetent, but he's so fancy at escaping!"

"Split up and chase! Don't let him run away! These eight sword spirit puppets, our brothers are divided, hehe!"

The ten people couldn't tell which of Ye Ling's five-spirit phantoms was real and which was fake, so they had to split up to catch up.

Suddenly, Ye Ling's Great Five Elements and Small Three Strange Sword Formation circulated, and the astonishing sword intent soared into the sky, killing the two people closest to the sword formation in the blink of an eye!

This time, the direct descendants of the Zhuo family were even more angered. One of the people who was chasing the phantom body of the wood spirit shouted loudly: "Nonai, you have been fooled by this kid, be careful of the sword formation!"

Unexpectedly, as soon as he finished speaking, an ice butterfly flew out without warning, and the icy wind passed by, freezing him into an ice sculpture.

When the butterfly wings flapped again, the ice sculpture was blown into ice shards by the cold wind, shocking the other Zhuo clan's disciples and stunned them!

The two disciples of the Zhuo family who were chasing the phantom body of the golden spirit saw that they had caught up with the mountain rock. When they heard the exclamations from behind, they quickly turned around to take a look. However, they were beaten by four beautiful figures who suddenly rushed out from behind the mountain rock. The flames burned it into charred bones!

Hongtang clapped her hands and said leisurely: "Yu Ming, Xiao Tao, you follow the master to kill, leave the rest to me and Qingwan!"

Before the four women could come forward to help, Ice Butterfly and Ice Rock Beast killed several people in a row!

Ye Ling, who finally transformed into the phantom body of the fire spirit, stopped and turned back suddenly, before he could slash out the Shura Blood Blade. The only remaining direct descendant of the Zhuo family fell to his knees!

This Zhuo clan kowtows like a pound of garlic and begs repeatedly: "Fellow Daoist Ye, please spare your life! I was coerced by my clan brothers to come here. I really have no choice! I, Zhuo Wujun, are on good terms with Zhuo Yunhe of Qiuyuan Villa. I don't believe you can do it." Go and find out. Please forgive me for the sake of him. I will be grateful for this kindness!"

Ye Ling sneered and said: "What a last resort! Hongtang, give him a soul mark and send him to find the strong team led by Zhuo Wuhua for future use! If he can't get into Zhuo Wuhua's team, this kind of useless It’s no pity to kill you, trash!”

"You can get in! You can get in! Don't worry, Fellow Daoist Ye, I will definitely be able to do it!" Zhuo Wujun was so frightened that he shook his clothes and hurriedly swore to the sky.