Technology changes the life of cultivators

Ye Jianling sat there lazily and laughed, "Old Qi, don't look at your late-stage Golden Immortal cultivation, I guess you have the worst fighting ability among the five peak masters! You can't fight it."

Lian Fengni never let go of the opportunity to hit her junior brother: "He, he has been spoiled by his master since he was a child, and he is the only blood left by our ancestors in this world. He has never fought a few times at all. Fighting power? He is just a Scum!"

Qi Feng was not happy anymore, and retorted with his eyes wide open: "Fourth, what do you mean? I can't beat the boss, the second and the third, I think, why don't we practice it? Hey? Second, what are your eyes? Warning me What are you doing? Your mother-in-law despises your brother, so you have to help him or not! And please don’t mention your ancestors, please? I’ve never seen what he looks like!"

Pang Zhige and Yuan Zhentian shook their heads and smiled wryly, and Lao Yuan shrugged his shoulders just like Ye Jianling
"Am I warning you? Brother, I'm here to help you. You and Feng Ni are singled out, which one is not looking for abuse? Don't think that after entering the late stage of Jinxian, your strength will skyrocket. Brother is just worried that you will continue to fight." Lost once and cried!"

Qi Feng turned around in shame, and stopped talking to these three unscrupulous brothers and sisters.

On the battlefield, there were wolves who died one by one. Where did this group of people still have the desire to fight, they scattered like birds and beasts, one by one who could escape.

This fight is impossible, and the masters on my side are almost dead.

None of the iron pots fell down, they were still chasing and intercepting vigorously, refusing to stop.

Ximen Wushang kicked the white-haired youth over. Youlangshe is only a peak immortal, so where is his opponent in the mid-stage of a true immortal?

"Young Master Wolf, right? Hehehe, you ran away? I don't understand. Where did you get the courage to besiege and kill me, the Shenxian guard appointed by the Five Elements Sect? The sky is high and the emperor is far away? One of the top ten tribes? Pooh! If you don’t have Lang Chunyi, that dead Jinxian ghost, you’re nothing if you have the Lang clan! I, Shenxian Town, can slaughter you all!”

There was the young master wolf in despair, a big mistake had already been made, and it was useless to regret it, he knelt down in the mud with a plop, kowtowed like garlic.

"Forgive me, just treat us as farts and let it go!"

Ximen Wushang swung the tenth-grade fairy sword in his hand, chopped off You Lang She's head with a puff, and sighed: "It's not that I won't let you go, because the Zhuo Yan Department has already suffered a big loss, how can a person do that?" What about falling twice in the same pit?"

Ye Jianling on the deck was also answering Pang Zhige's question: "I told Zhuo Shan that the enemy can't be killed, but don't be soft on how many you can kill!"

"Legion Commander, look at this... It comes from Youlang Junyi."

A squadron leader of the Tianluo tribe flew onto the boat, opened a storage ring and fell down on the deck with a whimper. Ye Jianling saw a half-open jade box at a glance.

There was a three-foot-long black model ship in the box, but what caught his eye the most was the half of the belt next to the model ship.

It's so familiar, it's part of the half-length suit that Mu Xiaoyao wore when he ascended that day.

There are only so many broken clothes left, what about the man?

"Don't kill me, surround everyone with me, I have something to ask!"

Ye Jianling's eyes were golden red, and his violent roar spread throughout a hundred miles.

Soon, nearly a million members of the Lang family who were scattered were driven back.

The Patriarch of the Golden Immortal is dead, and there is no one in a thousand true immortals. No matter how many people are left, they have no strength to resist.

Standing in the air, Ye Jianling looked at the black and terrified crowd underground, and asked in a hoarse voice while holding a half-foot-long strip of emerald cloth.

"Tell me, where did this cloth come from? Who knows, if you tell me, I won't die!"

"I know I know!"

A blood-soaked middle-aged man struggled and shouted: "I am the head of the wolf clan, I know where this cloth came from!"

"Whoosh!"

Ye Jianling approached like a ghost, and said to Zhuo Yuan, "Let him go!"

Zhuo Yuan kicked the man's leg, forcing him to kneel down in the mud.

"Bah, I'm still the patriarch, I count you as the fastest runner!"

Ye Jianling said coldly and condescendingly: "Where did you come from?"

The head of the wolf clan raised his head and said without fear: "I can say it, but I have the wolf clan to live!"

He knew that the mysterious young man in front of him could call the shots, because all the black-armored warriors looked at him with admiration.

Ye Jianling didn't hesitate: "Yes, all half-immortals and ordinary clansmen can live, five immortals will stay, and the rest will be beheaded!"

The patriarch knew that even if everyone could live, he himself could not escape death.

If five celestial beings survive, there will be hundreds or thousands of celestial beings, there will be millions of members of the Wolf clan, and some will be high-quality young children.

He can only strive for these, and it would be nice not to be wiped out.

The original Zhuoyan Department was even worse than this!

"Okay, let me say! Four years ago, an old woman and a beautiful woman in emerald clothes suddenly appeared in the Lanke Mountain cave. The boat model, cut off half of the belt and it disappeared. Said to save it for another day, and someone who is destined will come to pick it up!"

To fix an early golden fairy with just one look?
After hearing the news, the four masters of the Five Elements Sect all showed horror. How high is this cultivation?

Profound Immortal or Half Saint?

That's right, four years ago, wasn't it just before and after his ascension?

That beautiful woman must be Mu Xiaoyao!

Only she can have the clothes of this kind of fabric, because she wove them herself.

This fabric makes two suits, Nether or Faerie.

One was emerald, Mu Xiaoyao was wearing it, and the other was lying right in Ye Jianling's storage ring.

How could there be many pieces of couple suits?

It seems that the girl Mu Xiaoyao is much luckier than herself, and she left with a super master?
"She didn't leave any words? Where did she go?"

Ye Jianling stared into the eyes of the patriarch, but this man had already regarded death as his own, and would not avoid it.

"Just talking about going to the Southern Region, the old woman was very proud, she didn't want to reveal anything, she pulled the beautiful woman and disappeared in a flash!"

Made?Southern domain?
The masters of the southern domain look at the immortal cultivators of the southeastern domain as if they were ants?
Ye Jianling turned around sadly, waved his hands and flew back to the deck: "Send him on his way!"

Zhuo Yan's department got the order and finally let them go, originally they wanted to kill all the males.

This is a common thing in tribal wars. It is nonsense not to kill anything that is lower than the wheel. The little wolf cub will still be a wolf when he grows up!

The high priest quietly pulled Ximen Wushuang over: "Little Yezi is so kind, we have to guard against it!"

The Ximen guard understood in seconds, and nodded quickly: "Brother, please tell me! I will definitely do it!"