Yufu Lingjian, the holy land of hundreds of ethnic groups in southern Xinjiang, is in the midst of millions of mountains, surrounded by mountains, the mountain is full of peach trees, flowers bloom in all seasons, pink peach blossoms, all over the mountains, like to give Yufu Lingjian, put on a pink coat, beautiful and charming.

In the Yufu Lingjian stream, the fairy mist is drifting, misty and ethereal, there is a floating island, the volley is suspended, fixed in the void, one by one is connected, showing the magic and magnificence, the waterfall and spring in the distance, the sound of the water is crisp, the splashing water splashes in all directions, refracting the rainbow bridge, beautiful.

However, this beautiful scenery was destroyed by a group of filthy things. The cold ghost aura was pervasive, instantly enveloping the entire Yufu Spirit Stream, and the ghosts cried and howled, the sounds of fighting, screams, and screams, interweaving a killing chapter.

One by one, the ghostly, ferocious and tyrannical evil ghosts, who seemed to be demons from hell, rushed into this paradise and opened a killing ring, and the peach blossoms of the jade fu spirit stream were more vivid in the killing, because the petals were dyed with the blood of hundreds of people.

"Kill, kill this group of demons, you must not let them rush out of the Jade Fu Spirit Stream......

A young man in a short shirt from southern Xinjiang, his immature face was full of determination and anger, he shouted loudly, his fighting spirit was high, and he waved a long knife in his hand, like a big mountain, across the evil spirits, blocking their way.

His whole body bloomed with purple light, and his whole person was extremely sublimated, his skin turned amethyst, crystal clear, and he condensed his spiritual power, flying out like a match, and slashing dozens of evil ghosts.

"Damn, just a mere Qi Immortal Ninefold, An dares to be so presumptuous!"

An angry shout came, the young man only felt that his eardrums were bulging, his qi and blood were boiling, and the spiritual power in his body was stagnant for a moment, he knew that there was a strong enemy attacking, his eyes became solemn, for the safety of his clansmen, even if he died, he could not retreat.

"Fight!"

The young man was holding a long knife, fearless, purple light burst out all over his body, rushing towards the powerful demon, a wisp of black flame, swept out of his body, he was burning his soul, in exchange for powerful combat power.

Burning the soul is the way to death, but the power contained in it is almost within a few breaths, allowing the young man to break through the middle stage of the spirit immortal, and the evil ghost cultivation is almost the same, the evil ghost on the opposite side was startled by the young man's determination, and tried his best to avoid the young man's approach, because the flame on the young man's body is the fire of the soul, and the evil ghost is the body of the soul, as long as it is stained, it will soon be burned to ashes.

"You madman!" the demon cursed angrily, his face depressed.

"Die, dirty thing!"

The young man laughed fiercely, and actually gave up all defenses and rushed straight towards the evil ghost, although the evil ghost tried his best to dodge, but the young man was desperate, almost in the blink of an eye, he hugged the evil ghost, and was burned to ashes by the soul fire together, and he didn't even have a chance to be reincarnated.

Rumble.

With a loud bang, a brilliant fairy light erupted, shattering a hanging island, this is a seriously injured Bai people, self-detonated the spirit body, belonging to the power of the spirit immortal monk, swept through like a hurricane, within a radius of three zhang, all life disappeared, forming a vacuum in the battlefield.

"Bastard, my people......"

In the battlefield, a young man wrapped in raging flames, unwilling to roar, with his mood fluctuations, the scorching flames, all soared, turning into a boundless sea of fire, enveloping several feet of land, instantly destroying dozens of evil ghosts.

He is the genius of the Hundred Clans, the Yan Sandong of the Blazing Flame Clan, a fire control technique, has long been perfected, coupled with spiritual cultivation, to the awakening realm, with the blessing of the power of heaven and earth, he alone will contain dozens of evil ghosts.

Beside him, there were two young men and women, they were also geniuses of the Blazing Flame Clan, and the fiery and terrifying spiritual fire erupted, connecting into one, and all the places within a radius of dozens of zhang turned into a sea of fire, guarding the exit of the Jade Fu Spirit Stream.

"Brother Sandong, many clansmen have died......

Yan Sandong in the flames, like the god of fire, walked in the fire, majestic and incomparable, hearing the sad words of Yan Qingyu next to him, his sturdy body, trembling slightly, the violent flames, even more fierce, all the evil ghosts who rushed over, in the blink of an eye, will turn into nothingness.

"The blood of the clansmen will not be shed in vain, guard the exit of the Jade Fu Spirit Stream, and never let these demons escape out of the Jade Fu Spirit Stream!" Yan Sandong said in a resolute tone.

"But...... Can we really hold it?"

Several geniuses of the Blazing Flame Clan were silent, they looked up, and saw that in the Jade Fu Spirit Stream, a steady stream of evil ghosts were rushing towards here, dense, black and pressing, and there was no end in sight, the black surging ghost qi was like the depression when the storm came, bringing people only powerlessness and despair.

"Think about the clansmen behind you, if this group of evil ghosts escapes, the clansmen in southern Xinjiang will die even more. Yan Sandong said coldly.

Yan Qingyu and the others shrank their eyes, and they couldn't help but think of a tragic situation in their minds, countless evil ghosts were wreaking havoc in the land of southern Xinjiang, the clansmen were screaming hopelessly, killing everywhere, and blood was flowing like a river, they instantly shuddered when they thought of this kind of scene.

"For the sake of our people, we will not hesitate to fight to the death!"

"The elders are sealing the exit of the ghast realm, we are holding on for a while......"

The tragic battle was staged in the beautiful Yufu Lingjian, and the quiet and peaceful Bai holy land became a Shura battlefield, with stumps and broken arms, minced flesh and blood, paving this happy land.

Outside the Yufu Lingjian, Jiang Chen and they came galloping, along the way, they saw the corpses of the clansmen, the death was miserable, and the Changli clansmen, who were members of the hundred clans, were even more red-eyed, and they didn't spare their hands, all the evil ghosts that stood in the way were killed by them, and Jiang Chen didn't even have a chance to do it.

"Damn, something must have happened to the ghast secret realm!"

Looking at the bloody and tragic battlefield around him, Chang Yuanjiang's face sank like water, and it was not difficult to hear from his tone that he seemed to know something.

"Hmm, help me...... Help me......"

A hundred tribesmen let out a faint cry for advice, attracting everyone's attention, and they hurriedly walked over, only to see a young man lying in a pool of Li blood. It was a young man of about twenty-three or four years of age, his right hand was broken, bloody, pale, and there was a hole in his chest, which was bleeding outward, and it looked like it had been pierced by some kind of spell.

Jiang Chen came to the young man's side, gave him a healing blood pill, and applied Guang Lingsan to his wound for some temporary treatment, as for the continuation of the severed limb, now is obviously not the time, and the jasper paste in his hand is gone, and he needs to refine some again.

"How is it, is there any salvation?" Chang Yuanjiang asked with a trembling voice.

"The trauma is quite serious, I have given him the elixir, and he can recover from resting with peace of mind, but this broken limb is a little troublesome, and the jasper paste is gone......"

"It's okay, just wait for this matter to be over, and then you can refine it!" Chang Yuanjiang breathed a sigh of relief and said softly.

Jiang Chen got up, glanced around, and suddenly said: "Senior, in the Yufu Lingjian, there must be something ominous happening, and assistance is urgently needed, Jiang Chen saw that there were a lot of wounded along the way, and wanted to stay here for treatment, seniors should hurry up and go to the Yufu Lingjian." ”

Chang Yuanjiang nodded slightly, for Jiang Chen's strength, he naturally didn't worry that Jiang Chen would have an accident, and among several people, only Jiang Chen was proficient in alchemy, and it was most appropriate for him to take care of the wounded, so he let Chang Ling stay, and then took Li Yang and them to Yufu Lingjian quickly.

The battle that took place in the Yufu Spirit Stream was too tragic, even if it was on the periphery, there were still mountains of corpses, Jiang Chen and Chang Ling went all the way, and the hundred tribes they rescued added up to sixty or seventy people.

Fortunately, most of them were minor injuries, and after taking the elixir, they moved freely, otherwise these many diseases, even if Jiang Chen had three heads and six arms, he could not bring them all back, and as he got closer to the Yufu Lingjian, the more wounded people needed to be treated, Jiang Chen found that the Blood Power Pill and Guang Lingsan were not much.

These two kinds of elixirs are both first-grade elixirs, which are very easy to refine, and Jiang Chen came out of White Emperor City with the most, but after such consumption, there are not many left.

"What happened in the Jade Fu Spirit Stream, and why is it so tragic?"

"I didn't know, a group of evil ghosts suddenly appeared in the Yufu Lingjian and directly killed people, the clansmen rose up to resist, and the casualties were heavy, and then Brother Sandong couldn't bear to let the clansmen die tragically, let us Qi Immortal people come out to hide, and by the way, clean up those evil ghosts who escaped from the Yufu Lingjian, but I didn't expect that a fierce ghost from the Awakening Realm was mixed in it......"

Listening to the gossip of these patients, Jiang Chen roughly understood what was going on, and he guessed that there should be a seal of evil ghosts in the Yufu Spirit Stream, and now that the seal of evil ghosts was broken, and the evil ghosts escaped, it caused this killing.

"Strange, how can there be such an evil place in the Jade Fu Spirit Stream?"

Jiang Chen couldn't understand that the evil ghost was similar to the undead in the Dead Yin Jedi in essence, they were both a kind of soul body, but there was a difference, the undead were fallen souls, and under the dominance of extremely evil negative thoughts, a new life existence was formed, and he had broken away from the category of a simple soul body.

Evil ghosts are the products of pure soul cultivation, which retain the memories of their previous lives, and can be reincarnated, with a limit of life and death. However, evil spirits generally appear in a large number of soul gathering places, and they grow several bodies by devouring souls, and because the absorbed souls are mottled and impure, evil thoughts grow, and they will be unkind.

Soul gathering place, this kind of place, only the legendary land of six reincarnations, will produce evil ghosts, how can there be in the jade fu spirit stream, it is really puzzling.

"Jiang Chen, come and take a look, someone is injured here......"

Hearing Chang Ling's eager shout, Jiang Chen woke up from his thoughts and strode away.

"Leave me alone, go ahead...... Hurry up and save Brother Sandong, they are entangled by the ghost king......" The young man who was bleeding from his mouth and nose, after saying this, the breath of life has disappeared.

"Jiang Chen, save him......"

Jiang Chen closed his eyes slightly, and the power of the Yuan Shen swept over, this young man was already dead, and with his current Danshu cultivation, he couldn't bring him back to life.

"Chang Ling, he's dead!"

Chang Ling's delicate body was like being struck by lightning, this was the first time she came to the Yufu Lingjian and saw a living clansman, dying in front of her, the pain of her relatives as if they had died, made her grief-stricken.

Now, Jiang Chen finally understood why Chang Yuanjiang would let Chang Ling stay, maybe he just didn't want the simple and kind lark to see this kind of scene of life and death.

She is too kind, too simple, no one will want to hurt her, just care for her, take care of her.

"Let's go, the people inside, still waiting for us to treat ......"