Family Immortality: I ascend to immortality through my offspring

Soon, Cheng Qiong arrived at the bottom of Chunhuan Building.

He took out a silver note from his pocket and was soon welcomed in by the Yingyans with smiles.

According to the rules, Cheng Qiong could only stay on the first floor.

Going up would require a specific identity.

He stood on the edge of the floor, and had a plan of attack and escape in his mind.

The next second.

A flash of blood passed through his body, sweeping the heads of several people nearby into the air, and Cheng Qiong turned into a blood shadow and flew towards the top.

When the manager of Chunhuan Building reacted and was about to shout again.

Cheng Qiong had already reached the top floor.

He seemed to have smelled the flesh and blood of the young monks and the unique smell of their pure spiritual energy.

"Little guys, are you ready to eat!"

Bang——

The door to the top floor was pushed open, and three young people of the immortal clan were sitting inside.

One of them was Wang Qinhu.

The remaining two, one is also from the Wang family, and the other is from the Yue family.

The three were stunned for a moment when they saw the terrifying Cheng Qiong.

"Die!"

Cheng Qiong stretched out his five fingers, which turned into blood-red claws, and took advantage of the Wang family's youngster's lack of reaction to slap him on the forehead.

The youngster was stunned, and turned to Wang Qinhu in despair: "Brother, save me--"

The word "I" had not yet come out.

His head flew up on the spot, and blood sprayed into Cheng Qiong's mouth along the corpse, making the latter look even more crazy.

"Die!"

Cheng Qiong attacked the Yue family's youngster again, and crushed his forehead like a watermelon, and his brain burst out.

This happened in less than five breaths.

Wang Qinhu, the only one left, had already broken through the wall and jumped directly from the top floor of Chunhuan Tower.

With the body of a Qigong cultivator.

At such a height, it would only be a scratch, and it would not be a big deal.

This was the only way Wang Qinhu could think of to deal with it.

Cheng Qiong looked at the wall with a big hole in it, and looked down at the fleeing crowd. His violent habit was satisfied as never before!

"Kid... where are you running, haha!"

He jumped up, and the power covered his legs. The original leg bones suddenly expanded and grew lush hair, like some kind of beast.

This quickly shortened the distance between the two.

"Little bastard of the fairy clan, you can't run away."

Cheng Qiong swung out another blood claw, almost reaching Wang Qinhu's hair, and before he touched it, the latter's body rolled forward uncontrollably.

Another demonic spiritual power sank, fell on his waist, and penetrated directly into him.

A critical moment.

Clang!

A sword light broke through the air and stabbed at Cheng Qiong's chest.

In this short interval,

He had only one choice, either to kill Wang Qinhu with a serious injury, or to avoid the sword.

Cheng Qiong did not hesitate, and fell backwards. The sword flew past his face, leaving a bloody mark on his cheek.

Swish——

His already ferocious face looked even more terrifying after being disfigured, and his arms were hanging on a window frame on the neighboring street like a monkey.

In his sight, an old man in green saw Wang Qinhu lying on the ground, dying, with fire in his eyes.

The visitor was the great elder of the Wang family, Wang Chuheng.

Qi training level 8

His other identity was Wang Qinhu's grandfather.

There were not many cultivators in Wang Chuheng's lineage, and it was not easy to have a grandson as talented as Wang Qinhu. The clan also wanted to cultivate Wang Qinhu and let him take over the Wang family in the future.

But...

Now it's all ruined!

After being penetrated by the magic cultivator's spiritual power, even if Wang Qinhu survived by chance, his spiritual roots were most likely damaged.

Whether he could break through the seventh level of Qi training in the future was a question.

How could Wang Chuheng not be furious?

He raised his hand again, and the sword that had stabbed out flew back from behind Cheng Qiong's head again. If Cheng Qiong hadn't reacted quickly enough, his forehead would have been pierced.

He jumped between the eaves like a gecko, and every time he dodged, the house was shattered by the magic sword, stirring up a large piece of brick dust.

"It's actually a magic weapon, and it's a medium-grade one!"

Cheng Qiong dodged the magic sword's attacks several times, but he could feel that the magic sword's attack angles were getting more and more tricky, as if it had already grasped his habits.

This is spirituality.

The terrifying thing about magic weapons compared to ordinary things.

Cheng Qiong can still parry at the moment, but once this magic weapon completely adapts to his rhythm, and then waits for other immortal cultivators to stop him, I'm afraid he will be in even greater danger!

Thinking of this, a blood-red vertical crack suddenly opened above his brow.

Wang Chuheng, who was manipulating the magic sword, had already divided a lot of his mind and energy. When he saw the blood-red eye, he was in a trance for a moment.

When he reacted again.Cheng Qiong had already killed him, his ten fingers condensed into a blood line, with the intention of killing him!

The next second.

A shadow suddenly appeared on Cheng Qiong's head.

He didn't have time to react, and was directly pressed to the ground by the shadow.

On the roof, a tall old man stood in the air, and under him was a wine gourd about ten feet long, which was so heavy that it could smash the ground.

Wang Chuheng saw the person who made the move, and a trace of relief flashed in his eyes, and he thanked him.

"Thank you, Brother Chen."

The person who came was Chen Qishan.

He took back the magic gourd, and then looked down and saw that the demon cultivator had disappeared.

This made Chen Qishan frown.

"It's a pity that this guy still ran away."

Then, the masters of the Yue family and the Lin family arrived.

After a discussion, the four decided to issue a wanted order for the demon cultivator, and at the same time seek help from the Demon Suppression Division in the county.

This person could survive a blow from a mid-grade magic weapon, so he was about to achieve perfection in Qi training.

By then, those who were at the eighth level of Qi training would be in danger.

…

Not long after, the news of the appearance of the demon cultivator reached the county magistrate's mansion.

Although this matter was a problem for the four major immortal clans, the county magistrate himself was likely happy to see it happen.

But he was nominally the parent official of Qinghe County.

The demon cultivator must have killed thousands of people, and County Magistrate Zhu, who was pleading for the people, certainly could not tolerate it!

At least he could not watch the fun openly.

So, he personally sent people to the county magistrate and the registrar to urge the two to cooperate and solve the case as soon as possible.

This move attracted countless applause from the people.

But for the immortal clan, it was like rubbing salt into their wounds, and it would be a miracle if they were in a good mood.

Chen Jing'an found out some more details.

After learning the identities of the two dead monks and the seriously injured Wang Qinhu, he thought of the days when they drank and talked happily together, and he still mourned for them for a short while.

If he could not resist the temptation and ran to Chunhuan Tower, the Chen Mansion might be on the verge of bankruptcy.

"Chen Jing'an, Chen Jing'an, you must not degenerate in the future!"

He was adding drama to himself. Today, Miss Hu was invited by Miss Zhu again, and he was so relaxed.

Just then.

A fragrant breeze blew from his nose, and he turned his head to see that it was Miss Hu.

It was a strange thing. She rarely wielded a sword and a gun today.

But why did she come back at this time?

Chen Jing'an was depressed, and he pretended to be surprised: "Meet the lady."

Unexpectedly, Miss Hu glared at him with her almond eyes: "Don't pretend, Dad told me."