"Tong Ling, we only have fifty silver left, how much are you going to use. The old man said in embarrassment.

The old man's qualifications are limited, and he is in the Great Wilderness, a barren land of spiritual energy, and he is almost seventy years old before he enters the second-order qi gathering period of spiritual cultivation, and he has not achieved the effect of the Ning Dan stage of clearing the valley. Besides, his granddaughter has just entered the enlightenment period, and it is impossible not to eat or drink.

"Bought them all. Tong Ling said firmly, her immature eyes flashing with boldness.

"My dear grandson, are we not alive?" begged the old man.

"Grandpa, has Tong Ling ever made you suffer from hunger?" asked Xiao Daotong rhetorically.

"Well, well!" the old man had seen his granddaughter's eyes, but he had never looked at them.

The grandfather and grandson made up their minds and came to the livestock fence where Dao Yunchu was again. However, at this time, there were a few more mysterious people beside the fence, who were bargaining with the big man and the black-faced scholar.

"Oh no, those wicked people are here again. Xiao Daotong said in a deep voice.

"Tong Ling, since that's the case, let's not buy that slave. Rest for one night in this fish dragon village, and continue to rush early tomorrow morning. The old man suggested.

"No, we can secretly follow this group of mysterious people and take the opportunity to rescue the man. Xiao Daotong said firmly again.

"My little aunt, those mysteries are ruthless. The slaves they had bought had never shown a second time. Just you and me, the two cultivators are half-hanging, and there are many auspicious ones. The old man pleaded.

"Give it a try, let's improvise. Xiao Daotong pondered.

The old man was speechless, since Xiaodao Tong was sensible, the roles of the grandfather and grandson have been reversed. Tong Lao has always followed Tong Ling to mix the rivers and lakes, no matter how big or small, it is the little Taoist child who is in charge.

Although Tong Ling is not very old, because of her long-term travel and stunted growth, she is weaker than children of the same age. Xiaodao Tong, who seems to be seven or eight years old, is actually twelve years old.

But since the age of three, Xiao Daotong has spoken amazingly. She has a natural sharp sixth sense, an IQ beyond the average person. The grandfather and grandson have been running all the way for the past few years, and Tong Ling is solving problems.

After a while, the big man, who was eager to sell the slaves, negotiated the price with a few mysterious people. One of the mysterious people threw off a money bag, and then drove a group of old and young people to leave Yulong Village together with Dao Yunchu on the ox cart.

The grandfather and grandson kept a distance from several mysterious people and followed cautiously closely. Several mysterious people led the crowd through several dirt hills in a row. Running all the way and on the mountain road, several old people in the crowd were overwhelmed.

"Almost, that's it! Otherwise, these old immortals will hang up in a while, and they won't be able to complete the task this time. One of the mysterious men said lightly.

"Yes, after so many dirt mountains, it feels almost the same. At the moment there is nothing here, no one will come. The other mysteriously agreed with the former's suggestion.

"Okay, let's start setting up. The last mystery man agreed.

The three mysterious men agreed and searched for stones nearby to pose in a strange pattern, as if for sacrifice. When everything was ready, they drove the old and young into the pattern formed by the stone, and moved the unconscious Dao Yunchu inside.

A group of old and young people looked at the three mysterious people in horror, only to see their figures quickly separate, standing in three directions. At the same time, he took out a black porcelain vase and placed it at his feet.

Then, the three mysterious mouths began to chant silently, and suddenly a black mist emerged from the black porcelain vase. From three directions, it spreads clockwise onto the stone figure.

"Tong Ling, what are they doing?" asked Tong Lao, who was lurking behind the rocks in the distance.

"It's like, it's sacrificing something. It seems that we are going to do something. Tong Ling said lightly.

"Don't come nonsense, those three people have cultivated to at least the Ning Dan stage, and we will definitely be discovered once we get close. The old man held down the little Taoist boy who was about to make a move.

"Grandpa, what are you doing here? Grandpa knows that he is not defeated by those three, and it is impossible to clash head-on. We just need to do a little bit of something, and as for the result, it can only depend on the man's creation. Xiao Daotong said in a deep voice.

"What can we do?" the old man asked disdainfully, he was a Qi Gathering Stage Spiritual Cultivator, and in the face of three at least Condensing Pill Stage Spiritual Cultivators, it would be useless to do anything.

"Of course you can do it, that black mist is yin and evil. The three of them stood in the direction of the sea time, the sub-time, and the ugly time, all of which were in the yin time direction.

In two hours, the sun will slant down on the northern slopes, and when the shade turns to the sun, the dark sacrifice will be weakened. As long as we can delay it until the light of day, the three of them will not be able to complete the sacrifice successfully. Tong Ling explained.

"How do you hold them back?" the old man couldn't help asking.

"Those three people are all earth spirit cultivators, and the place where they are doing it is on a bare earth mountain. Presumably, that sacrificial figure is also an earth spirit power formation. There is a mountain stream at the bottom of the mountain, and grandpa is Mu Lingli.

As long as you sit in the stream, release the wood spiritual power into the water at will, and take the opportunity to dissipate it under this earth mountain. It must have had an impact on the formation of the three people's sacrifices. Tong Ling explained.

The old man listened in a fog, but Tong Ling never said that he missed it. The old man did as the little Taoist boy said, and ran into the mountain stream below the mountain and did so.

The grandfather and grandson traveled all the way to the rivers and lakes and mingled in the wilderness. When he has nothing to do, Tong Lao will also use his wood spiritual power to help people see diseases, and earn some loose silver to make ends meet for the needs of his grandparents and grandchildren. Sometimes, when they can, they will also help others to ward off evil spirits.

Soon after the sacrifice of the three mysterious people was carried out, they noticed an abnormality. The originally empty earth mountain was slowly disturbed by a faint wood spiritual power, and there was also a faint water spiritual power in the middle.

The sacrificial magic circle is the earth spirit power formation, and it is slowly restrained a little bit. And Tuke water is the nature of the earth's spiritual power. Some of the earth spiritual power in the formation gradually got out of control, and took the initiative to break away from the magic circle to attack that water spiritual power.

"Oh no, the situation has changed, what should I do?" one of the mysterious people felt a slight change.

"There's no way, these old men can't be taken away alive. Hurry up and get as much as you can before daylight arrives. Another mysterious man judged.

The three of them had no choice but to speed up the sacrificial process. The mist in the three black bottles quickly poured out, and after filling the sacrificial circle, it began to spread to everyone.

For a moment, the black mist shrouded and he couldn't see the situation in the sacrificial circle. The old and young looked at the black mist with frightened faces, shivered and kept retreating.

Unconsciously, Dao Yunchu was isolated in a coma and bore the brunt of it. The moment the black mist touched the little Taoist's body, the seventh evil qi mass in his body was extremely excited.

Without waiting for the black mist to erode Dao Yunchu first, the evil qi mass took the initiative to rush out, and pounced on the black mist as if it had seen a delicious taste. In the blink of an eye, the black mist was swallowed and inhaled like a whirlpool.

The three mysterious people who were casting the spell were shocked, but the black bottle was connected to their hearts, and they couldn't easily get rid of it for a while. In this way, under the madness of the evil air mass. In less than a moment, the three of them, along with the black mist in the three porcelain bottles, were sucked clean.

"Click, click, click. There were three crisp explosions, and three black porcelain bottles exploded. At the same time, the three mystics, thin as skeletons, slowly fell to the ground and died.