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Two days later, the head of the Wu clan called all the people in the clan to the square.Ji Lang, Min Fan, and the dozen or so disciples of Mengtuo Sect also came over, and they watched quietly from the side.

The patriarch helped the ancestor to come out and sat cross-legged on the futon.

For a long time, in the hearts of the Wu clan, the ancestors are their beliefs and their guardian gods.As long as there is the sea-fixing needle of the ancestors, the clansmen have nothing to fear.

However, at this time, the clansmen all knew that their ancestors were about to pass away, and they would lose a relative, a strong man, and they would lose this sea-fixing needle.

After the ancestor sat down, he looked at each face slowly, as if he wanted to engrave them in the depths of his soul.

He said slowly: "My descendants of the Wu clan, in the future, I hope you can unite and love each other. As long as everyone works together, there will be no difficulties that cannot be overcome."

The clansmen sat in rows in front of the ancestors, and kept calling: "The ancestors..."

Some even cried as soon as they opened their mouths.Immediately, the crying became more and more loud.

The ancestor took a deep look at the clansmen for the last time, and closed his eyes forever.

Suddenly, there was a loud cry.

The patriarch wiped away his tears fiercely, and raised his voice and said: "All of us have started to absorb spiritual energy for cultivation. Only when we become stronger, our ancestors and our loved ones will feel at ease."

After the members of the Wu clan began to practice, Ji Lang and Min Fan also sat cross-legged to practice one after another, and the disciples of Mengtuo Sect followed suit one by one.

A large amount of spiritual power returned to heaven and earth, and was surrounded by formations on this small land.

It wasn't until twilight came together that everything returned to calm.

People of the Wu clan did not have the joy of being promoted. They remembered their ancestors and organized their ancestors' funerals.

Wu Min walked over to Ji Lang and the others, and said to them, "Everyone, go back and rest. Come to burn incense in front of the ancestor's spirit tomorrow morning, and then I will see you off."

Later, he said the same thing to the disciples of Mengtuo Sect next to him.

Mengtuo Sect has been destroyed, and the disciples no longer need to hide in the Fengshui forest.

When Ji Lang and Min Fan returned to the house, Xiao Hong immediately cast a barrier, and dark clouds emerged from Min Fan's sea of ​​consciousness.

Xiaohong said eagerly: "I sense a very powerful spiritual force hovering around. Tomorrow morning, you don't want to leave here for the time being."

Wu Yun added: "Everyone can't leave. This place is protected by many formations. Although the spiritual power outside is very strong, it should not be aware of the location for the time being. However, once someone goes out, the people outside will Immediately follow the trail to find it."

"I understand."

Ji Lang's face was serious for a moment, and then he heard the voice and said to Min Fan: "You rest first, I will see the patriarch."

"Be careful." Min Fan sent him out with a look of worry on his face.

Xiao Hong and Wu Yun took Min Fan's hand from left to right, and said, "Don't worry, we will protect you and Ji Lang."

Min Fan grinned in his heart, and smiled softly: "Okay."

On the other side, Ji Lang found the patriarch and told the patriarch what Xiaohong and Wu Yun said.

The patriarch's face was serious for a moment, as if he couldn't believe it: "Xiaohong said it?" The patriarch knew that Xiaohong was the pseudonym born by the magic pen Hong Shunju, and he knew his skills.

"Yes."

The patriarch paused for a while, and said to Ji Lang: "Ji Xiaoyou, thank you. Once this matter is over, I will send someone to escort you out of Fengshui Forest."

After finishing speaking, the patriarch asked Wu Ancheng to arrange manpower to pass on the message to the clansmen.The enemy is approaching, in order to protect everyone, no one can leave the clan land.

However, at this moment, the clansmen who guarded Wu Hao came to report: "Patriarch, Wu Hao has escaped."

Wu Ancheng said: "Patriarch, I'm to blame for this. I didn't strengthen the restraint on him. He must have absorbed spiritual power to cultivate in the afternoon, and ran away after breaking through."

The patriarch said urgently: "Now is not the time to talk about this, hurry up and get him back, don't let him go outside at this critical moment."

"Yes." Wu Ancheng hurriedly led all his staff to look for Wu Hao overnight.

The patriarch asked someone to inform everyone that they could not leave the clan land.

Luo Sheng is a demon cultivator who has lived for tens of thousands of years. He wandered the world for thousands of years just to find his son Luo Qi.

Luo Qi is also a demon cultivator, who suddenly disappeared ten thousand years ago, and Luo Sheng has been looking for him for ten thousand years.

About a year and a half ago, Luo Sheng suddenly sensed the fluctuation of Luo Qi's magic power. Although it was very weak, he was sure that it was his son's magic power, which was pure enough to rival the spiritual power of heaven and earth.

However, that wave of magic power only appeared for a moment, and then disappeared without a trace, and Luo Sheng failed to find out his location.

Not long ago, Luo Sheng sensed that wave of magic power again.

This time, he found the location, Feng Shui Lin.

However, after coming to Fengshui Forest, Luo Sheng discovered that it was not Luo Qi's magic power, but a pure spiritual power.

Perhaps it was because their power was too pure, and that spiritual power was somewhat similar to Luo Qi's magic power.

When Luo Sheng was disappointed again, he suddenly noticed another wave of familiar spiritual power.

That was his enemy. When he made a mistake in his practice 3000 years ago, he took the opportunity to sneak attack him, causing him to hurt his own enemy.

A few days ago, the loose formation suddenly strengthened, and Luo Sheng lost the direction of that spiritual power.

He couldn't help thinking angrily: If he hadn't been attacked 3000 years ago, how could he have suffered such a severe injury, and he still hasn't fully recovered, otherwise, how could he not be able to break through this small formation?

On this day, when there was a slight light in the sky, Luo Sheng suddenly noticed someone coming out of the formation.

He thought to himself, there is really nowhere to find it, and it doesn't take much effort to get it.

Luo Sheng caught Wu Hao who was fleeing.

Although Wu Hao has resentment towards his parents, siblings and clan members, that resentment is not enough to make him betray his clan members.

Seeing that Wu Hao was unwilling to speak, Luo Sheng directly controlled his actions and let him lead the way like a marionette, without even threatening or luring him.

At the entrance, Wu Ancheng was leading people to stand ready.

However, even though the strength of the Wu clan surpassed many great cultivators of the immortal sect, even though they had a large number, they were still defeated by this demon cultivator.

As soon as Luo Sheng entered the Wu Clan's land, he found that the person who attacked him back then had already died, and at the same time he also discovered the spiritual power that made him mistakenly think it was Luo Qi.

He ran towards that spiritual power, as long as he absorbed that pure spiritual power, his magic power would be fully recovered soon, and it would be easier to continue looking for his son.

With all her firepower, Xiaohong stood vigilantly in front of Ji Lang and Min Fan, and Wu Yun was also ready to reappear and fight at any time.

Not long after, Luo Sheng came in front of them. Seeing the dolls, he was taken aback for a moment, and then made a quick move, heading straight for Min Fan.

Xiaohong blocked Luo Sheng's attack in time, and all the inscriptions she used were offensive, and each move was faster and more accurate than the last.

Luo Sheng laughed lightly, adding [-]% of his magic power.

Wu Yun knew Xiaohong's strength best. If it was in its heyday, two such demon cultivators might not necessarily be Xiaohong's opponents.

But now, Xiaohong is gradually losing ground.At a critical moment, Wu Yun appeared and stabbed Luo Sheng with a sword.

Luo Sheng added [-]% of his magic power, and suddenly released a killer move to the two spirits.Wu Yun and Xiaohong teamed up, but they were no match for him.

Ji Lang threw out the magic weapon and entangled Luo Sheng. Min Fan took the opportunity to pull the injured Xiao Hong and Wu Yun behind.

Luo Sheng smiled sadly and said: "If you can't beat it with these useless little things, you monks only have this ability."

Ji Lang thought quickly, he would definitely not be able to fight head-on, and what method could be used to force back or capture this demon cultivator.

The patriarch of the Wu clan rushed over with his clansmen and surrounded Luo Sheng.

Luo Sheng's eyes lit up, "It just so happens that they're all here, so I won't have to look for them one by one."

With the participation of members of the Wu clan, Xiaohong and Wuyun have time to adjust their breathing.

Ji Lang told them a few words, quietly moved to the patriarch's side, and whispered a few words to him.

The patriarch nodded slightly, and then stood beside Ji Lang, letting him concentrate on drawing inscriptions on the ground.

Luo Sheng slapped away another person who was not afraid of death, and from the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of Ji Lang drawing an inscription on the ground with inscription liquid.

Although he couldn't understand the inscription, he didn't need to think about it. At this moment, the things drawn must be used against him.

Therefore, Luo Sheng made a quick decision, threw off the Wu clan members who were pestering him, and directly attacked Ji Lang.

The patriarch blocked it, and the clansmen immediately came to help.

The inscription drawn by Ji Lang is functional and can temporarily imprison Moxiu.This was his first time drawing, and he didn't dare to be distracted.

Luo Sheng seemed to be annoyed by all these people pestering him, suddenly his eyes turned red, his magic power increased sharply, and people with less cultivation could not even approach him.

As the strong man of the Wu clan, Wu Ancheng rushed to the front, was picked up by Luo Sheng like a chicken, and then was thrown out heavily, falling to the ground in an instant.

The clansmen could not help but become more frightened, but no one retreated.Soon, they all fell to the ground.

Luo Sheng picked up the patriarch and threw him out in the same way.

At this moment, Ji Lang closed his pen and activated the inscription, Luo Sheng's claws stretched out to him, and Min Fan rushed over.

Luo Sheng was confined within the encirclement circle where the inscription was running.He attacked all around angrily, but when he touched the invisible barrier, he disappeared invisible.

However, Min Fan was also trapped inside.

Seeing Luo Sheng choking Min Fan's neck, Ji Lang hurriedly raised his voice and said, "Let him go, and I'll let you out!"

"I don't like being threatened, and I don't like bargaining." Luo Sheng smiled sadly, and lifted Min Fan up with one hand.

Min Fan was pinched so hard to breathe, unable to speak, he could only keep gesticulating with his hands, signaling Ji Lang not to let Moxiu out.

Ji Lang clenched his hands into fists. For him, keeping Min Fan was the top priority.

He was very clear about the time limit of this inscription, and he also knew that Moxiu would not let them go.

After thinking quickly, Ji Lang walked into the encirclement.

Luo Sheng let go of the hand pinching Min Fan's neck, and Ji Lang hugged Min Fan in time.

Min Fan gasped heavily, then punched Ji Lang lightly, and cried, "You don't want to die, do you?"

Ji Lang hugged him and coaxed him softly: "Don't cry, we will be fine."

"Boy, after you came in, the strength of this barrier has been weakening. Do you think that I will soften my heart and let you two miserable couples go?" Luo Sheng smiled wantonly, his tone was soft, but his eyes were extremely fierce.

He suddenly hooked the corner of his lips, and said to Ji Lang: "The little brother in your arms has pure spiritual power. Demon cultivators and monks can both absorb his spiritual power and increase their strength greatly. As long as you enshrine him As for me, I will spare your life, and even find all the beauties in the world for you."

Min Fan buried his head in Ji Lang's arms silently, holding Ji Lang's clothes tightly with both hands.

Ji Lang stroked Min Fan's hair, patted him on the back a few times, and then said to Moxiu: "Your Excellency's purpose is not to take our lives, I wonder what you want?"

Luo Sheng paused for a moment, his eyes became dim, matching the cloudy and uncertain sky at this time.

"Boy, what do I want, can you achieve it?" Luo Sheng smiled.

"Your Excellency, why not talk about it." Ji Lang looked serious and confident.

Luo Sheng sneered: "The frog at the bottom of the well thinks he can reach the sky, but he is just a clown."

At this moment, two chains made of spiritual power entangled Luo Sheng, one left and one right, making him unable to move, and the encirclement circle under the operation of the inscription completely failed.

Ji Lang let go of Min Fan, and returned the original words to Luo Sheng: "Your Excellency is right, you think you are in the sky, but you are just a clown."

Min Fan turned around, only to see Xiaohong and Wu Yunzheng pulling on the spiritual power lock, binding Moxiu tightly.

This was Ji Lang's last move.