Abandoned Immortals

The crazily surging vines penetrated everywhere, almost at the moment when the long sword pierced the gray-robed Taoist's chest, the thorn-like vines also entangled, sinking into the flesh and blood along the sword wound, absorbing the spirit energy that was constantly collapsing in his body.

Under the ebb and flow, the green vine manipulated by Yu Lianxin was like a broken bamboo, and it only took a moment to bind the Taoist tightly, and the bones and joints made a crisp crackling sound, no matter how hard he struggled, he could not escape the restraint.

Seeing this, the man in black on the other side suddenly changed his face in shock, and his heart was not good.

Que Qingyun alone is already quite difficult, but Yu Lianxin who suddenly appeared can use Sen Luomen's rattan technique!

This information is far more important than the lives of his companions. Before Que Qingyun could turn around, he swung his arm violently and threw out a large piece of green and black vines, covering the sight of Yu Lianxin and the two of them. Then he tore open the void and fled.

If he had reached the Composite Dao Realm, if he hadn't fought desperately and insisted on deciding the winner, he found an omission and took the opportunity to leave, and Que Qingyun couldn't stop him.

When the vine shadow faded away, there was only a crack that was about to close in the void, and the aura of the man in black had disappeared, making it difficult to continue chasing.

Que Qingyun flicked the tip of his sword, pointing at the gray-robed Taoist who was tightly bound by vines: "Now tell me, how many people like you are there in Yunluozong?"

Remnant Si was born without a complete life, and the cultivation base accumulated with a large amount of elixir is ostentatious, otherwise Que Qingyun would not have seriously injured him so easily.

In the eyes of Yun Luozong's senior management, they are just a group of killing tools without dignity and status, they are always there when they are needed, and they can be easily discarded when they are not needed.

The gray-robed Taoist's face was ashen, and he remained silent.

Que Qingyun didn't continue to ask any more questions, and turned the sword sideways to cut off the man's veins.

Yu Lian cooperated tacitly with Que Qingyun and drained the remaining soul power in the rattan net. Seeing Que Qingyun's action without hesitation, she immediately understood her plan.

Then he seized the person's spirit with one palm, pulled out the soul, refined it with the gluttonous beast seal, and extracted scattered memories from the remains of the soul that merged with the person's soul.

The soul of a master of the Dao realm contains extremely strong soul power, and it will not take a while to completely refine it.

Yu Lian shook her head towards Que Qingyun heartily: "This person was ordered to act, and he got nothing but a secret order, and he did not meet the people behind the scenes, so there is no clue to be found from him, and there is no evidence against Yun Luozong. But... ...the disciple has something else to discover."

"What did Lianxin discover?" Que Qingyun tilted his head.

"Through the memory images left in this person's remnant soul, we can see the tip of the iceberg."

Yu Lian replied, "The survival conditions of the remnants are very harsh. Not every fetus in the womb can absorb the power of the soul skeleton. Those babies who are forced to inject the power of the soul skeleton are almost dead."

Que Qingyun couldn't help frowning as he listened, his expression cold and serious.

"Besides, the ones selected as the mothers of the remnant heirs are all talented women with great potential in the Yunluo Sect, most of whom are between 30 and [-] years old."

About [-]% of female monks at this age can break through to the enlightened state, and one or two may reach the fusion state.

But for a giant like the Yunluozong, all the people below Jindan are ants. In the eyes of Yunluozong's senior management, they are just fish on the chopping board, tools for others to pick and vent their beastly desires.

As she said that, Yu Lian's tone sank, "Not only are they used as furnaces for people to adopt Yuanyin, but once they conceive a child, they will die no matter whether the last remnant heir is born smoothly or not."

Of course, Yun Luozong will not let these women know the truth, no matter whether they are tempted or forced to have sex, they have no right to choose at all.

Therefore, the Yunluo Sect recruits many female disciples every year, and after many screenings, it is guaranteed that at least one remnant heir will be born within three years. This kind of insane behavior has continued for hundreds of years.

The first batch of remnant heirs who were born are still unknown to this day.

Just thinking about the hidden power of Yun Luozong is enough to send chills down the spine.

If it weren't for the incident in the Yin Mansion, which was discovered by Que Qingyun, they would continue to lurk in the dark, showing the appearance of being harmless to humans and animals, but secretly they have already sharpened their knives, brewing an unknown conspiracy.

"This group of beasts." Que Qingyun's eyes were cold, "They are not worthy of being human."

Yu Lian curled up her lips, with a cold smile in her eyes, and said sarcastically in a low voice: "The so-called Xianzong raises monsters and ghosts who eat people and don't spit out their bones. This world is really interesting."

The same is true of the Tinglan Sect, but compared to Yu Lianxin, who was protected by Que Qingyun, what happened to the female disciples of the Yunluo Sect is even more hair-numbing.

Yu Lian wanted to incorporate the spirit of the gray-robed Taoist into the animal seal, and then threw his body to Taotie who was waiting at the side.

Taotie was salivating long ago, but Yulian didn't agree with it, so it could only be anxious, chirping and whirling around in circles.

Seeing that big piece of "delicious food" flying towards me, I was so excited that my tail swung from side to side, and before it landed in front of me, it flew out, so fast that only an afterimage remained.

It has been a long time since this person broke through to the Dao realm, the flesh and bones have shed the ordinary bones, and the flesh, muscles and bones have become spiritual, which is indeed a great tonic for the beasts that eat meat.

Yu Lian was still a little worried about whether the gluttonous glutton could swallow the body of the Taoist realm. Before, it only took a bite of the puppet made by the people of Dao Yanzong, and it almost exploded to death.

Fortunately, the power of the soul in this remnant heir's corpse was far less than that of the puppet he encountered that day. Taotie swallowed it in a few mouthfuls without any abnormal behavior.

"Let's go back." Que Qingyun put away the Jingxu Gate, wiped away the traces of the battle between the valleys with one palm, and said with a flick of his sleeves, "There are still messes to be cleaned up."

Yu Lian reached out to wrap her arms around Que Qingyun's waist, put her chin on the latter's shoulder intimately, and asked with a smile: "Master, have you guessed who is behind the scenes?"

Que Qingyun gave her a sideways glance, but didn't break away, and said in a soft tone, "You're already here, what's so hard to guess?"

Yu Lian listened to Que Qingyun's voice, as if she had poured a clear spring into her ears, the sound of gurgling water resounded in her head, and the noisy heartbeat gradually calmed down at this moment.

She rubbed against Que Qingyun's ear gently.

Que Qingyun stretched out a hand, stroked her face gently, and said softly, "Let's go."

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As the morning light falls on the ground, Lan Zong slowly wakes up like a sleeping monster in the morning light. Everything seems to be the same as when he left at night, but when he stepped on the stone steps of the main hall in front of the mountain, he could immediately smell The smell of blood.

Qin Jianfeng sat in the main seat of the hall with his head bowed, a hole was opened in his chest, his body was riddled with holes, blood stained the chair under him, and flowed along the cracks in the ground.

Que Qingyun stepped into the hall, stood on the edge of the pool of blood, and bent over to pick up a blood-stained dead leaf.

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