Chapter 182 A month ago, there was a warlock who cursed the earth fairy

Li Mu Pangfeng, two immortal disciples, had closed their eyes and waited to die, not to mention the other two Middle-earth monks, had already been desperate.

Seeing that a Taoist treasure was about to be attacked, but none of these four people had the desire to resist. They only waited for the Taoist art to be shot down, and the treasure came and died here.

Suddenly, there was a sudden change.

A white light fell from above, and the evil disciple who repeatedly injured Li Mu Pang Feng had no room for resistance. He was penetrated into his head by the sword and died on the ground.

The disciples of the evil sect died, and they saw five white lights passing by.

The remaining disciples of the evil sect, as well as more than a dozen practitioners in southern Xinjiang, were all robbed by this waist and fell to the ground, which was very fening.

Li Mu and Pang Feng looked at each other and saw the deep horror in each other's eyes.

Thinking of him, the disciples of the Immortal Sect, together with several other Middle-earth practitioners, had to fall into the wind, and now they are about to die. However, more than a dozen native practitioners in southern Xinjiang, together with several evil disciples, died within half a breath.

Can kill more than a dozen people in half a breath, including many disciples of the evil sect. Who is the person who came?

Li Muxin said, "The other party is not a member of the evil faction."

Pang Feng first took the elixir to heal the wound and barely calm down the injury. Then he looked at his brother's miserable situation. Sadly, he quickly took out a large number of pills, stuffed them into his brother's mouth, and sprinkled them on Li Mu's wound with a lot of healing medicine and stone powder.

"I can't die." Li Mu's voice was hoarse and smiled slightly, giving Pang Feng a wink.

Pang Shouyi reluctantly got up and shouted, "Which brother or elder will save you? Please come out and see."

"Kongming Fairy Mountain, Ling Sheng."

At this time, Ling Sheng, who had just taken the treasure, turned out from behind the rock wall, answered casually, and took in several treasures in front of him.

"Ling Sheng, this name is so familiar." Pang Feng secretly said strangely and didn't think of it for a moment.

aside, Li Mu was hearing the word Ling Sheng, quickly looked up and said in shock, "Sword God Ling Sheng?"

Pang Feng remembered that in recent days, the evil sect people are often searching for a monk named Ling Sheng. It is said that it is only a cultivation of imperial spirit, but it is called the sword god by the soul refining evil sect. Because of its heavy reward, many people in southern Xinjiang have come to look for this person, intending to make contributions in exchange for his skills and a smooth road.

Even among the Middle-earth monks, there are many people who are not righteous, especially the disciples of the immortal sect, who are even more uneven.

An ordinary imperial disciple who was promoted from the outside door and was not famous before can actually be the word sword god?

What's more, he is still Su Bai's sword slave!

The disciples of Xianzong know that they are not as good as Su Bai. If Su Bai receives such a respectful title, they will naturally be convinced. But Su Bai, a sword slave, also dares to claim the sword god above everyone?

Even Pang Feng can't help but have this idea in his heart.

But at this time, it seems that this man really has the ability to be called a sword god.

At least, it is much better than his two brothers.

Pang Feng couldn't help but despise him when he heard the name of Ling Sheng. At this time, he saw Ling Sheng and received the favor of saving his life. He immediately put away his past thoughts and bowed down and said, "Pang Feng, disciple of Yunxuanmen, thank you for saving Ling Sheng."

Ling Sheng stretched out an arm, picked him up, and said lightly, "In the same Xianzong, we kill demons here together. There is no need to thank him."

I don't know when Li Mu fainted. Pang Feng turned pale with fear and hurried to take care of him. He was relieved to find out that his brother's breath was still there.

The other two Middle-earth monks have taken the healing elixir, but these two are slightly less prowessive and injured by the magic weapon of the evil disciples. Even if they take the elixir, it is difficult to cure, and they can't barely compress the injury like Pang Feng, so they have to close their eyes and breathe.

Pang Feng placed his brother and turned around to thank Ling Sheng again and again.

Ling Sheng said, "I first entered Zhongtangshan, and many things are still unclear. Can Brother Pang solve my puzzles?"

"Brother Ling Sheng is well-known and has a profound way. It's really frightening to call me brother. Please call me brother." Pang Feng lowered his head slightly and said, "Brother Ling has unsolved puzzles in his heart, but please tell me, Pang Feng must know everything and say everything."

Ling Sheng was very satisfied, so he asked about Zhongtangshan.

At the beginning, Elder Qiu only said roughly, but not in detail.

Ling Sheng thought that those inner disciples who had been really cultivated by the sect for many years were afraid that they had already received a letter about the matter of Zhongtang Mountain, which must be very detailed, but he and Brother Heixi were not included.

As mentioned by Pang Feng, it was indeed when the inner disciple came to Zhongtang Mountain, and then he received a letter from the door to tell the cause and process of the incident.

More than a month ago, among the 100,000 mountains, there were two immortals fighting.

Thousands of mountains collapsed, and the sun and moon have no light.

After the fight, the immortal ancestor of the Middle-earth immortal sect returned with injury, but there was no worry about his life. However, the immortals in southern Xinjiang were extremely seriously injured and entered Zhongtang Mountain to rest.

Zhongtu Daomen invited a warlock to use the blood of the southern frontier fairy, and did not hesitate to waste the warlock's more than 100 years of life and cursed him.

After killing with a secret spell, the warlock in the mysterious realm was killed on the spot, and the southern frontier fairy had been seriously injured and was not spared.

The earth fairy fell, and its fairy roots and bones were all treasures, and the remaining Taoist magic elixir was also a treasure. If this fairy has some adventures, maybe he can find something extraordinary among his relics. However, the most memorable thing is naturally the golden elixir of the road.

Those who get the golden elixir of this road can feel the road of heaven and earth and are expected to enter the immortals.

Even those imperial disciples have little prospects, but if they get the golden elixir of the road and feel the reason, although they may not be able to become immortals, they still have great hope to break into the clouds and show their mysteries.

Pang Feng sighed: "Unfortunately, Zhongtang Mountain has a radius of 300 miles, countless avenues, many rooms, and many leading to the top of the mountain, and many of them go straight to the ground. Speaking of which, it is more difficult to find the remains of a local fairy in this 300-mile Zhongtang Mountain than to search for thousands of miles outside the earth.

Ling Sheng hummed and said, "No one has mastered this road Jindan so far?"

Pang Feng smiled bitterly and said, "It's true that no one got it. Even the news hasn't come out at all."

Ling Sheng pondered for a moment and said, "In addition, you must know a lot of things and say them together. Even if it's some common sense, don't miss it.

Pang Feng was slightly stunned.

Ling Sheng shook his head and said, "To tell you the truth, I only know that there are evil sects competing for the golden elixir of the road here, and I don't know anything about the rest. Even if it is common sense that everyone knows, I don't know it.

Pang Feng was very stunned, but when he thought about it, he realized that after all, the disciples of the outer door are not as good as the disciples cultivated by the inner door. Even if they enter the inner door, they are far less than the real disciples born in the inner door since childhood. The elders of the sect only focus on the inner disciples, and still don't pay much attention to the promotion of external disciples such as Ling Sheng.

At present, Pang Feng told everything he knew, and there was nothing missing.