Ling Youdao was injured a lot in order to save Mu Yanran, so he was not assigned a family task, but let him recuperate well.

He returned to the seven-room compound with Mu Yanran, but the entire seven-room compound was almost destroyed.

The seven-room compound has an independent protective formation, and each small courtyard has an independent prohibition, which is difficult for foreign monks to enter.

But the blood that shot down broke the formation that protected the seven rooms, and also broke the prohibition of all the small courtyards, so that the rolling flood swept the seven rooms of the compound.

After the flood, it was left with such a mess.

When the two came to Ling Youdao's small courtyard, they saw that there was still stagnant water, mud and sand, and stone tables and stone benches were overturned and distributed all over the courtyard.

However, this is not the most important thing, the most important thing is that the topaz pear tree in the courtyard is broken.

Ling Youdao's eyes instantly moistened, and he rushed to the broken topaz and pear tree, and stretched out his hand to caress the topaz and pear stump, with indescribable sadness in his heart.

It was left behind by his parents, and now it is finally gone with his parents.

Mu Yanran said softly: "Brother Dao, it's just a tree, you don't have to be so sad." ”

Hearing this, Ling Youdao raised his head and stared at Mu Yanran, "Do you know who left this topaz pear?"

He didn't wait for Mu Yanran to speak, so he said to himself: "This is left by my parents, I can have today's cultivation, and this topaz pear tree is indispensable." ”

When Ling Youdao's cultivation was still low, the Topaz Sydney Tree could bring him an income of thirty or forty lower-grade spirit stones every year, and for a monk in the early and middle stages of Qi cultivation, these lower-grade spirit stones were already quite a lot, so he had more resources for cultivation.

Mu Yanran said nervously: "I'm sorry, there is Brother Dao, I don't know what this topaz pear tree is......"

Ling Youdao waved his hand and laughed miserably: "Okay, Yanran, I don't mean to blame you." ”

Mu Yanran was still very upset in her heart, and felt that she shouldn't mention it, which made her brother Youdao even more sad.

"Oh no, my planted Xuanguang bamboo. ”

Ling Youdao hurriedly ran to the backyard, while Mu Yanran followed him closely.

"Brother Dao, you still have injuries on your body, don't worry. ”

When he arrived in the backyard, he finally breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that Xuanguang Bamboo was still growing there.

There was no mental support, and I suddenly felt weak.

In order to save Mu Yanran, he was shot in the thigh by a drop of blood and suffered a lot of injuries.

Mu Yanran stepped forward to support Ling Youdao, he forced himself to cheer up, and looked at Xuan Guangzhu with a miserable face.

"Brother Dao, I'll help you over. ”

Ling Youdao nodded, "Okay." ”

With Mu Yanran's support, he limped to the position where the Xuanguang bamboo was planted.

The bamboo knots are deeply embedded in the earth, surrounded by dense tentacles, which bind the surrounding soil firmly to their sides.

Because of this, this small Xuanguang bamboo was not washed away by the rolling flood, and it was still intact.

I saw a small Xuanguang bamboo growing on the bamboo joint, about two feet long, and there were several green leaves on the bamboo branches.

Bamboo grows the fastest and may even grow a foot taller overnight.

But the Xuanguang Bamboo is different, it grows very slowly, and when Ling Youdao came back from the Ten Thousand Poison Sea, he buried the bamboo with spores here.

More than ten years have passed, and it has grown to two feet long, which shows how slow its growth rate is.

"Brother Dao, this is the Xuanguang Bamboo that makes you anxious?"

Mu Yanran didn't read so many books on spiritual plants like Ling Youdao, so she didn't know much about Xuanguang Bamboo.

Ling Youdao nodded, "Yes, Xuanguang Bamboo is a second-order lower-grade spirit plant, with a hard texture, it is very suitable for refining spiritual weapons. ”

"This is what I transplanted back from the Ten Thousand Poison Sea, and it took a lot of effort to get it at that time, and I almost lost my life, but fortunately it is still there, otherwise I would have lost a lot of money. ”

Mu Yanran was deeply impressed by what Ling Youdao said.

"Okay, Yanran, help me to the cave where I cultivate. ”

The seventh room was destroyed by the flood and was in dilapidation, which was not suitable for him to recuperate.

"Oh, good. ”

Mu Yanran helped Ling Youdao out of the small courtyard, and soon came to a cave mansion.

Ling Youdao waved lightly at the stone gate of the cave, the stone gate of the cave house slowly rose, and the two of them slowly walked in......

On the other side, Qian Daqing came to the foot of Qingcang Mountain with the Qi cultivation monks of the Fufeng Qian Clan, and there were more than 100 people standing in Lala.

A middle-aged man asked suspiciously, "Great Elder, what are we going to do here?"

One of the people next to him also asked, "Yes, Great Elder, what are we doing here?"

It's not just the two of them who are confused, but everyone is puzzled, this is obviously not a retreat, so what could it be?

Hearing this, Qian Daqing did not hide it in the slightest, and immediately said: "On the order of the old patriarch, kill all the mortals on Cangli Island and avenge the clansmen who died in battle." ”

"What!"

"How so?"

Everyone looked at Qian Daqing in shock, their faces full of disbelief, so many Qi Cultivation Cultivators were dispatched, just to slaughter mortals.

Besides, is it necessary to involve mortals in the battle between immortal cultivators?

Regarding everyone's reaction, Qian Daqing had already expected it.

After all, his dignified foundation cultivators were shocked when they suddenly heard this order, let alone these Qi cultivators who had only lived for decades.

Qian Daqing waved his hand and interrupted everyone.

"Alright, do what you are told. ”

Everyone was helpless, so they could only nod and respond: "Obey." ”

Qian Daqing said: "Three people in a small team, ten people in a team, the team goes to villages and towns, and the team goes to the county seat. ”

When he said this, Qian Daqing's eyes became fierce, "No matter what method you use, kill all the mortal clansmen of the Cangli Ling clan." ”

"Yes. ”

More than 100 Qi cultivators freely combined, and soon formed more than 20 teams and squads, and then left quickly separately.

Watching the group of monks who helped the Qian clan leave, Qian Chongyi muttered to himself, "Kill the red eye, expose your murderous nature." ”

There are many ordinary people on Cangli Island, and if they are killed directly, ordinary people will scatter and flee.

In that case, even a Qi cultivator would not be able to kill everyone in an instant.

Therefore, in order to complete the task of killing all the ordinary people on the island, the Qi cultivators of the Fufeng Qian clan chose to poison them.

I saw a cloud of poisonous mist drifting into the village, town, and county seat, and the ordinary people of the Cangli Ling clan didn't notice it at all.

When they sensed that something was wrong, the mortal clansmen of the Cangli Ling clan had already absorbed a lot of poisonous mist.

Countless screams and wails rang out, and they could be heard from miles away.

The monk of the Fufeng Qian clan watched from afar, his eyes full of bloodthirsty meaning.

It didn't take long for those ordinary people of the Cangli Ling clan who had inhaled the poisonous mist to die.

"Haha, how many of us have been killed by the Cangli Ling Clan, we will double the killing. ”

"Yes, double down on it. ”

"Kill back. ”

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