After Tie Jinglun returned to the Tie family, he went straight to the secret room, but only saw the bones of the two brothers, all of them were shriveled, as if they had been sucked dry of their blood.

The second brother has been dead for a long time, and it is estimated that he was killed before he retreated, and the third brother's body still has residual warmth, and he obviously died here not long ago.

Tie Jinglun was full of grief, remorse and chagrin turned into murderous aura, vowing to skin and tear apart the bones of the plague demon, break the corpse into pieces, and rush when he stepped on the flying magic weapon.

Tie Jinglun was in the late stage of foundation building, and he used all his strength in anger.

A golden giant palm appeared in the air, with a huge might, like a five-fingered giant mountain, pressed down heavily, on top of the giant mountain, there was also a demon suppression talisman, which was given by Haoying Zhenren earlier, which could be used to restrain the plague demon.

The plague demon has fallen apart all over, and there is no backhand power.

In any case, it never thought that it would be forced to do this by a few people in the early stage of foundation building.

The pain in his brain continued, and the plague demon could barely think, so he could only look at the five-fingered mountain in horror, and shouted at the black-robed man in the air: "Master, save me!"

The black-robed man was stunned, and at this time, Haoying Zhenren also found an opportunity.

He took out a bronze mirror in his hand and shone it towards the black-robed man, and the runes engraved on the edge of the bronze mirror swirled undulatingly, condensing into a dazzling golden light on the mirror, like the first rays of light cast by the sun in the early morning, enough to dispel the darkness and haze of this world.

The gray mist on the black-robed man's face was dispersed by this golden light, and then closed again after a moment.

Under the gray mist, there was still a heavily armed face, revealing only a pair of dark green eyes, like fine jade, clear and flawless, but overflowing with cold light.

Haoying Zhenren was shocked, "You are a foreigner!"

The black-robed man didn't speak, holding a soul hook lock in his hand, and grabbed Haoying Zhenren's chest with lightning speed.

At the same time, the terrible cries of the plague demon also carried through the entire sky.

Its body had completely turned into a scattered black mist, but unlike before, it could no longer gather spontaneously, and wherever it was contaminated, the plants and trees withered and died in an instant, and the insects and birds turned into a cloud of fishy rotten water.

There was an emerald green bead in the center of the black mist, Tie Jinglun's heart jumped, and he subconsciously wanted to reach out to get it, but he was preempted by a strong iron hand.

The green bead fell into the hands of the black-robed man, and the black-robed man stood out of thin air, his metal claws playing with the bead in his hand, and smiled coldly: "Useless thing." ”

Haoying Zhenren covered his chest with one hand, the clothes on his chest were all broken, if he wasn't still wearing protective soft armor, he was afraid that even his body had been pierced, and the residual energy brought by the soul hook lock still made his body tumble with qi and blood, and there was already a wisp of blood in his throat.

The black-robed man swept around the scattered crowd below, and saw several rays of light flying in the distance.

Haoying Zhenren naturally also noticed these different colors of light, one of them is particularly bright, and the speed is extremely fast, judging by its majesty, it is definitely in the Jindan period.

If this person is an ally, when the two of them join forces, they will definitely be able to take down this black-robed man in one fell swoop!

Haoying Zhenren's heart was hot, and he attacked again, but the body of the black-robed man turned into a hazy mist, and the center of the mist was a whirlpool, and as the whirlpool flowed, the mist became less and less.

This trick is exactly the same as the escape technique of the plague demon, and I think the secret technique of the plague demon was also learned from its master.

Haoying's real eyes sharpened, "The shaft is running away!"

Haoying Zhenren carried the purple gold gourd and jumped towards the whirlpool in the center.

However, unlike when he was tracking the plague demon, this time before he could get close to the whirlpool, a clear black light pierced out of the whirlpool, and the black light was like a spear, like a rainbow, traversing all directions.

Haoying Zhenren hurriedly dodged sideways, the strength of the spear lifted his body high, and countless qi-bladed sharp knives rose one after another, Haoying Zhenren's imperial weapon resisted, missing the best opportunity.

A hoarse voice came out of the whirlpool: "Chang Haoying, today's things will be counted in the future!"

The aftermath echoed, endlessly, but the whirlpool had disappeared into thin air.

In the empty countryside, only the lonely moon remains, full of devastation.

Haoying Zhenren clenched his hands into fists, and stared at the direction in which the black-robed man had disappeared.

When all was calm, the monks from afar had come near.

Most of these monks are in the foundation building period, most of them are monks in the nearby immortal cultivation towns, and the only one in the Jindan period is a delicate woman in a purple dress, and she is followed by several foundation building female cultivators, and the appearance of Qing Yishui is beautiful and colorful.

"It turned out to be Haoying Daoyou. Seeing that the woman in the purple dress was an acquaintance, Ying Ying gave a salute.

Haoying Zhenren came back to his senses and arched his hand slightly, "Fairy Mingwei." ”

Ming Wei Zhenren is the personal disciple of the first Taishang Elder of the Qiushui Sect, the Qiushui Sect and the Jin Xuanzong are close, Haoying Zhenren has more or less dealt with her, this time the plague demon is in the middle of the two major sects, Tie Jinglun handed the letter to both sects, but the Qiushui Sect is a step late.

"Fellow Daoist Haoying, I saw this fierce fighting method from a distance before, and I came in a hurry, I don't know what happened?"

Mingwei Zhenren asked for the details, and Haoying Zhenren did not hide it, and told all of them in 1510.

The battle has ended, and the three foundation-building monks of Jin Xuanzong have already collected their magic weapons.

The baby-faced male cultivator had lost his essence and blood, his face was pale, the handprint on the neck of the female cultivator surnamed He was hideous, and she had passed out, and the only one who was better was the small-eyed male cultivator, but he was also exhausted.

Luo Qingli lay on the ground for a while, feeling that his brain was not so dizzy, and then he slowly sat up.

Her bones are hard, she hasn't been pinched off by the plague demon, and she hasn't hurt much when she falls from the sky, but it's really not very uncomfortable for her divine sense to backlash, and she still has some ghosting when she sees things until now.

However, the plague demon has been solved, and the black-robed man has already left.

Luo Qingli sighed lightly, wiped his face, and touched a handful of nosebleeds.

She heard a string of small footsteps approaching her, and when she looked back, she saw a little boy running towards her with his little arms and legs.

Luo Qingli still remembers that this little boy is called Xiao Ji.

Xiao Ji panted and stopped in front of Luo Qingli, and the two sat and stood with their eyes level.

Xiao Jian saw Luo Qingli's face covered with blood, and said, "Fairy, fairy sister......"

He tugged at the corners of his clothes a little crampedly, and there were still marks on the back of his hand from the previous fire.

Luo Qingli casually took a box of ointment and gave it to him, "Apply this medicine to the wound, it will be fine soon." ”

Xiao Jian took it in a daze, hung his head and didn't know what he was thinking, and after a while, he suddenly raised his eyes, and asked cautiously and nervously: "Sister fairy, I, can I also become an immortal like you?"

Since he can remember, he has often heard his mother tell the story of immortals, those immortals who have great powers and can fly to the sky and the earth, so that he is very envious, Xiao Jian also wants to cultivate immortals, but his mother said that not everyone has this immortal fate, and when he is older, he can go to the nearby immortal cultivation town to test the immortal fate.

He always hoped that he could grow up quickly, but before he could grow up, his mother passed away, and since then, he has lived with his uncle and aunt, who are not bad to him, but not good either.

Later, his uncle and aunt died in the plague, and he survived by luck, and was almost burned to death.

The home is gone, the relatives are gone, and Xiao Ji is already alone, not knowing where to go in the future.

But seeing these immortals today, he also hopes to be like them.

Xiao Jian looked at Luo Qingli with firm eyes, and pursed her lips nervously.

Luo Qingli was stunned and said, "If you have a spiritual root, you can cultivate and become an immortal cultivator...... Have you tested the spiritual root before?"

Xiao Ji was stunned for a moment, and said in a low voice: "Two months ago, when I just turned six years old, my uncle sent me to the Tiejia family in the town to test the immortal fate, but they said that I didn't have the immortal fate......

Immortal Yuan, which is the spiritual root in the world, if Xiao Ji does not have immortal Yuan, it means that he does not have a spiritual root, at least, there is no way to practice with ordinary immortal cultivators.

Luo Qingli shook his head slowly, Xiao Ji's face fell, and he was silent for a while before asking, "Is there really no other way?"

"The foundation of an immortal cultivator is the spiritual root, and without the spiritual root, he cannot sense the spiritual energy of heaven and earth. Luo Qingli thought for a while and said: "The road of Taoist cultivation may not work, but there are thousands of Taoism in this world, and there are no absolutes in everything. ”

Xiao Ji looked at her for a moment, Luo Qingli coughed lightly and said: "Nanzhao only has immortal gates, mostly Taoist cultivation, based on spiritual roots, but the immortal civilization on the East China Sea is more extensive, and hundreds ......of schools of thought are contending."

Xiao Ji listened to it, and his eyes lit up a little.

Luo Qingli is inconvenient to say more, she has never been to the East China Sea, and she has only seen what the East China Sea civilization is like in books, but there are also some people who have no spiritual roots who have become Buddhist cultivators and Confucian cultivators, but this is only a minority, and no matter where they are, Taoist cultivation is the mainstream of immortal cultivators.

Talking to a mortal child, Luo Qingli didn't know if it was right or wrong.

People who cultivate immortals are also born from mortals, and it is normal for mortals to desire to cultivate immortals, but in this world, not everyone has this opportunity to cultivate immortals.

"All kinds of immortal cultivation schools have qualifications, and even the requirements of other schools may be more demanding than those of Dao spiritual cultivation. ”

Luo Qingli added.

But for Xiao Ji, even just one hope is enough.

After finding out that there is no immortal fate, he is destined to be a mortal, but who hasn't dreamed of being a fairy?

No one has ever said this to him before, and no one will say this to him.

Xiao Ji remembered Luo Qingli's words one by one.

Luo Qingli has nothing more to say.

Haoying Zhenren has already told Mingwei Zhenren the general ins and outs of the matter, and Mingwei Zhenren was surprised, "That plague demon is actually raised by people?"

"The plague demon began to be active in Nanzhao mainly within these ten years, and in ten years, he gave birth to spiritual wisdom, and grew to the point where he had the cultivation of the Jindan period, if it was naturally formed, it was indeed a bit incredible. Haoying Zhenren pondered for a moment and said: "In my opinion, this plague demon was put into Nanzhao by the black-robed man, and before that, the plague demon already had spiritual wisdom, so he could be at large in Nanzhao for so long." ”

Ming Wei was really surprised, "Who is the black-robed one?"

"I don't know. ”

Haoying Zhenren shook his head and sighed.

He had come to get rid of the plague demon, but it turned out that this matter was not as simple as it seemed on the surface.

It's getting late, they're all more or less injured, and they need to find a place to rest and recuperate.

Tie Jinglun's whole person seems to be ten years older.

The Tie family is a small Xiuxian family, in several nearby towns, it is not prominent, and it can be a tyrant in Bize City for a long time, but also because there are three foundation building monks in the family, and now the two brothers are dead, only one is left, and the Tie family will be in a critical situation in the future.

The more this time, the more important it is to have a good relationship with the monks of the Jin Xuanzong Qiushui Sect.

Tie Jinglun was saddened, but he still respectfully invited everyone back to Tie's house, arranged the guest rooms, and as for the villagers of Niutou Village whose homes were destroyed by the fire, Haoying Zhenren also came forward to give them a lot of gold and silver as compensation.

Gold and silver are useless things for immortal cultivators, but for mortals, if they save money, it will be enough for them to live the rest of their lives in peace.

Before Luo Qing left, Xiao Jian pulled her sleeve and whispered, "Sister fairy, can you tell me your name?"

Luo Qingli curled her lips, "My name is Pei Key." ”

After speaking, Luo Qingli waved his hand, flicked his sleeves, rose up, and returned to the town with everyone.

Many rays of light were particularly clear in the night sky, and the mortals below were all staring away.

Xiao Jian held the gold and silver subsidized by Haoying Zhenren, with a little glimmer in his eyes, and secretly made up his mind in his heart.

He's going to the East China Sea, and he's going to be an immortal like the fairy sister!

Luo Qing's consciousness was excessively depleted, and after returning to the Tiejia Guest House, he took a Spiritual Pill, and slept all night, and when he woke up, his head was much better.

Luo Qing left the door and saw a note left in front of the courtyard, stretched out his hand to open it and heard the voice of the female cultivator surnamed He of Jin Xuanzong, and invited her to go to the guest house next door for a gathering.

Luo Qingli also happened to want to ask them something, so he raised his feet and went to the guest house next door.

It was the small-eyed male cultivator who came out to greet him, and bowed his hand, "Pei Daoyou, please come in." ”

The baby-faced male cultivator and the female cultivator surnamed He in the house were also there, and several people met and said hello, and each introduced them.

The full name of the female cultivator surnamed Nahe is He Xiaoyan, the baby-faced male cultivator is named Qiu He, and the small-eyed male cultivator is called Shi Xuezhen.

He Xiaoyan bowed slightly: "With the help of Lao Pei Daoyou last night, we were able to escape from the plague demon safely, I was offended a lot during the day, and I asked Pei Daoyou to forgive me." ”

Luo Qingli shook her head slowly, He Xiaoyan was just too anxious at the time, and her words were a little impulsive, she wouldn't be able to worry about such a trivial matter.

Shi Xuezhen smiled and stepped forward, "Pei Daoyou, your shot is several sixth-order thunder talismans, and you don't even blink an eye, it's really a big deal!"

This person smiled and smiled, but he said it directly.

Luo Qingli only said earlier that he was a casual cultivator, and it was strange that a casual cultivator could take out so many high-level thunder talismans casually.