The crystalline emerald spiritual power branches that were nearly the thickness of his arms wrapped around Qi Ling's limbs and torsos like teeth and claws, he didn't have time to retreat to avoid it, and he couldn't avoid it, instinctively urging the whole body to cultivate, carrying the immortal golden wave gong, and wrapping his body into a large golden ball that did not leak, so as to resist the spiritual power branches that contained cultivation true qi far higher than his own.

"Kill yourself!" Wang Honggang sneered at the corner of his mouth, completely ignoring Qi Ling's defensive means of protecting his life, he pinched his hands and puffed himself up in purple gold robes.

The huge golden ball with the golden spiritual power bonus was as vulnerable as a chicken and a tile dog under the seemingly vibrant branches and vines, shattering inch by inch.

The huge power of restraint suffocated Qi Ling instantly, and he tried his best, but he still couldn't escape death?

"Bang!"

With a loud explosion, Qi Ling was relieved and was able to breathe for a while, and the last large mine in the storage bag had already been taken out by him with the last of his strength, and thrown towards Wang Honggang's gradually tightening spiritual power branches.

It's just that the explosive impact of pure physical power didn't cause much damage to Wang Honggang, and only interrupted the Wanmu Spiritual Heart that he was exerting, causing a slight backlash of true qi, but it was Qi Ling who begged for hardship, and was blown up by himself for six or seven zhang, and he lost his cultivation of Immortal Jin Bo Gong, if he had changed to the mortal body he had before, there would have been no scum left that had been blown up.

Qi Ling sat on the ground in embarrassment, lazily raised his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, especially in the dantian, there was a sharp pain in his heart, compared to Wang Honggang, his little bit of true qi had already been disrupted, not to mention, it had also been exhausted and dispersed.

Wang Yi is a dignified eighth-layer qi practitioner, to be honest, he is really a little jealous of Qi Ling in his heart, and he is afraid of his endless various insidious methods, but seeing Qi Ling's appearance now, even a fool knows that he has no power to fight back.

Wang Yi rushed to Qi Ling with an arrow step, but he playfully controlled the power of his hand, used his hands and feet at the same time, and exhausted the evil fire that had been suppressed in his heart for a long time, of course, his inevitable mouth was not idle, full of foul language. Wang Honggang looked at this nephew, although he was an immortal cultivator, he was no different from a scoundrel in the market at this time, and he just hadn't seen it.

Enough of his breath, Wang Yi tore off the storage bag from the waist of Qi Ling, who was already unconscious on the ground, and spat a few more mouthfuls at the green-robed man on the ground like a dead corpse, thinking that he would abolish Qi Ling's hands and feet like that named Tan Hai, thinking that this person was going to be used for the opening scene tonight, Wang Yi could bear it, kicked his feet twice to relieve his anger, and then turned back to Wang Honggang and said: "Go, fifth uncle, leave him a small life first, and then avenge the Wang family tonight!"

For the only remaining nephew of the Wang family, of course Wang Honggang knew his little bit of caution, and from the storage bag that Qi Ling ripped off his waist, needless to say, he also knew that it was all the family background of the Wang family, and of course there were some secrets of this son named Qi Ling, but Wang Honggang didn't mention a word, that bit of belongings is not a small amount for himself who is now in the middle of the foundation, but he is also embarrassed to open up to this junior.

A purple light flashed, and the two uncles and nephews flew towards Yunhai Peak with the corpse-like Qi Ling.

On Yunhai Peak, in an inconspicuous inner disciple cave mansion, at this time, there were more than ten high-level people from Yunhai Peak and Ziyun Peak, who were Yue Ming, Zhang Taipeng, Hua Yuan and others, and of course, the two uncles and nephews of the Wang family were also among them, all of them were brightly dressed and luxurious, and they were incompatible with the two people who were dying in the jet-black Dading not far from him.

Tan Hai, who was scarred all over his body and was demented after being taken in by the Soul Dementor Technique, looked slightly more angry than Qi Ling beside him because he had taken two second-order pills.

At this time, Qi Ling's ribs were also penetrated and locked by two chains that were the same as Tan Hai, and he was delirious.

"Okay, that's it, let's go back and prepare first!" After the secret conversation between more than a dozen masters of the foundation building period of Ziyun Peak and Yunhai Peak ended, Yue Mingzhen, the head of Yunhai Peak, spoke, and after a simple politeness, only Yue Ming, Wang Yi's uncle and nephew and Hua Yuan Zhenren were left in the cave mansion that was still slightly crowded.

If it weren't for the purpose of using Qi Ling as a bargaining chip to block the mouth of the Phantom Moon at the Foundation Building Conference, Wang Yi would be eager to have a good investigation of him now, after all, when using the soul dementorship, with Hua Yuan's cultivation, he could hook out the memory fragments in the sea of soul dementors, and make them public in a flash in the pan, and when everyone was there, its persuasiveness would be much better than using the soul dementorship on Qi Ling now, and then the red mouth and white teeth would go to the old woman of the phantom moon to trouble.

The death penalty can be avoided, but the living crime will not be escaped, Wang Yi walked to the side of the big ding filled with corrosive blood water, reached out and pinched Qi Ling's mouth, and fed a pill, "The surname Qi, come and open your eyes and see your Tan Hai brother!"

Qi Ling, who had woken up leisurely, had not fully opened his eyes before he was slapped in the direction of Tan Hai by a loud slap from Wang Yi.

"Brother!"

"Tan Hai! brother!"

Qi Ling, who was already dying, almost exerted all his strength at this time, to shout at Tan Hai, who had fallen to this step because of himself, he looked at Tan Hai, who was only hanging on his breath like himself, under how he screamed hoarsely, but there was no response, the corners of his mouth were full of saliva, he smirked, and was suddenly grief-stricken.

Wang Yi didn't give Qi Ling a chance to grieve, he grabbed an iron chain that ran through Qi Ling's chest and locked his ribs, pulled this exterminating enemy in Dingzhong to his eyes, and sneered: "What, this is sad? Haha, don't worry, you won't be much better than him soon!"

"Phew!"

The corners of Qi Ling's mouth, which was completely incapacitated, hooked up the untimely arc, and looked at Wang Yi who was sprayed with blood with a rampant smile.

"Haha..."

Wang Yi was sprayed coldly, but he didn't have a seizure, he wiped the blood from his face lightly, and then used both hands to pull up the two iron chains that ran through Qi Ling's ribs to both sides.

"Uh~"

Luoxia Peak, the sun sets, and the broken intestine person doesn't know if he is at the end of the world?

Xiao Cui worriedly walked out of the cave and came to Guanxiatai, Master Phantom Moon Zhenren did not come to scold her to go back to practice, the battle came to an end, and there were countless dead and injured disciples, especially the masters in the foundation building period, although except for a few who died in battle and were seriously injured, the others seemed to be fine, but imagine that the common people such as scoundrels in the market would have to break their muscles and bones once they fought, how could they really be like immortals, and there was no harm at all?

More or less.

Master Phantom Moon closed his retreat early to heal his injuries and resumed his cultivation.

To Xiaocui's surprise, Yun Shiqiao, the injured senior sister, was actually on the Guanxia Platform at this time.

"Senior sister, your hurt ......"

"Don't get in the way, you forgot what Senior Sister said that she is also a master of the foundation building period, this kind of flesh injury is nothing. Yun Shiqiao smiled gently, stepped forward and grabbed the hand of this little junior sister who had not been on the mountain for a long time.

"I don't know if Brother Qi has found Brother Tan now?" Xiao Cui stepped forward and leaned against the railing, looking at the golden afterglow on the horizon and muttering to herself.

"Little junior sister, do you care so much about this Qi Ling?" Yun Shiqiao also looked at the sky and asked casually.

blinked his eyes, it was difficult to hide the empty brilliance in them, but Xiao Cui did not answer Yun Shiqiao's words.

What's the use of caring or not? Where is he?