The cultivation of immortality by mortals begins with the abandoned children of the river

There were corpses everywhere on the ground.

More than 20 corpses were lying on the ground, and there were more than 10 corpses in the distance, with blood gushing out, obviously they had died not long ago.

Leng Bingqing was covered with wounds, and blood stained her white clothes red, but she still held the sword tightly and guarded the Xuantian Sect disciples behind her.

Her eyes were cold and fearless.

She was the first inner disciple of Qingling Peak, and she had to protect the lives of these disciples.

Opposite her were two fierce hell demon tigers with mocking expressions.

"Do you think you can protect them?" The demon tiger with injured legs and feet licked his hind legs, a trace of resentment flashed in his eyes, and said viciously.

Leng Bingqing was silent, and drops of blood dripped from her long hair, dyeing red plum blossoms on her clothes, with a thrilling beauty.

"Hmph, don't think that a talisman can save your lives. When our eldest brother comes back, you will all become our blood food."

The male tiger in the early stage of Tongming snorted coldly. It hated these human cultivators very much, especially these women. It had fought several battles with it and was hit by two talismans before and after. It wanted to eat all these women.

It stared at these human cultivators with golden eyes with strong murderous intent, and got satisfaction and pleasure from their fearful and evasive eyes.

At this moment, a rising flame fell to the top of the cliff, stirring up a large amount of dust, and the two demon tigers shouted in surprise.

"Brother! You are back."

"Husband, kill this woman!"

The huge demon tiger nodded slightly, took steady and powerful steps, opened its mouth with meat silk hanging on it, and walked towards the only remaining disciple of Xuantian Sect.

Looking at the huge demon tiger with blood dripping from its mouth, and feeling the astonishing high temperature, the remaining Xuantian Sect disciples were terrified, holding the magic weapon tightly, and hiding behind Leng Bingqing.

Under the siege of the three Tongming Realm demon tigers, they felt deep despair.

"Sister Leng, let's go quickly." A female disciple with a broken arm stuffed her broken bone fragments back into her arm and said in a crying voice.

"Yes, Sister Leng, we can't beat it, let's go quickly." A male disciple covered his abdomen that was scratched by the demon tiger's claws, and pleaded in his words.

Leng Bingqing held the only remaining three-flame fan talisman tightly in her left hand, with a hint of hesitation in her eyes.

Why hasn't he appeared yet? This shouldn't be.

She knew clearly that Zhan Nianchuan had at least two Xuan-level talismans in his hand, and he would definitely be able to scare away or kill the three demon tigers together with her. If she left like this, she would not be willing.

But under the constant pleading of these disciples, she hesitated.

"Why don't you come out?" Leng Bingqing complained softly in her heart. She felt so stressed.

As if seeing the hesitation in Leng Bingqing's eyes, the three demon tigers took a step forward.

The temperature rose suddenly, and the moisture in the air seemed to be dried up, and even the ground was cracked. Leng Bingqing had to release the cold air in her body to barely resist the scorching heat.

"Leave or not?" Leng Bingqing kept fighting in her heart.

The Xuantian Sect disciples hiding behind her kept begging, which made her irritable.

But she decided to stay. She believed in the man by feeling.

At this moment, something happened that no one expected.

The leading huge demon tiger stretched out its claws, grabbed a corpse, took off the storage bag, and swallowed it in one gulp.

The demon tiger smacked its lips in satisfaction, and looked at Leng Bingqing indifferently with its golden eyes, saying something that surprised them greatly:

"You can leave."

Hearing this, the people of Xuantian Sect were extremely surprised, and some disciples even relaxed their minds and let out a low cry that they couldn't suppress.

After several bloody battles, more than fifty monks had fallen on the Black Wood Cliff, and even the Xuantian Sect had lost more than half of its members. The only five remaining disciples were also injured, and their mana was less than one-tenth of theirs, and they had long lost the courage to continue fighting.

If they hadn't known that leaving alone was more dangerous, I'm afraid these disciples would have dispersed long ago.

Then the demon tiger proposed a condition that put them in a dilemma:

"Give me this talisman of yours, and I promise to let you leave the Black Wood Cliff safely."

Everyone immediately understood the demon tiger's intention. It wanted this talisman, but if you think about it carefully, you can understand it. They have killed enough people, and the reason they were able to turn the tables just now was because of a Xuan-level talisman.

In fact, it is extremely difficult for monsters to make talismans. They do not have strong spiritual consciousness and are naturally weaker than humans in terms of skills. Only a few races can make talismans.

In the secret realm, monsters can only obtain talismans by hunting monks who enter the secret realm, but they cannot leave the spiritual medicine they are guarding. Moreover, the monks who can have Xuan-level talismans are all strong men from the five sects. Although they cannot beat them, they can still activate talismans at the moment of life and death. Therefore, there are almost no Xuan-level talismans that fall into the hands of monsters, which is also the reason why Nie Yunxi and others' plan failed.

This request of the demon tiger put everyone in a dilemma.

Don't give? Can the demon tiger let them go? It is no problem for the three demon tigers to resist a talisman. A few minor injuries have no effect on the demon beasts with strong bodies.

Give? They had lost the last talisman that could threaten the demon tiger. This was a complete gamble on the demon tiger's credit. Seeing the male tiger in the early stage of Transparent Brightness looking at everyone with hatred, everyone had no confidence.

For a moment, the atmosphere in the field was extremely solemn. Only the heavy breathing of the demon tiger could be heard. Everyone was waiting for Leng Bingqing's choice.

Just when the huge male tiger showed impatience, a disciple whispered:

"Sister Leng, let's give it to them. If we don't, we really won't have any chance."

This was also the voice of all the disciples of Xuantian Sect. They all persuaded at once, and even Liu Yanfei said:

"Sister Leng, give it to them. We have no choice."

Under the constant persuasion of everyone, Leng Bingqing struggled in her heart, and her jade hands holding the talisman loosened little by little.

The huge demon tiger's eyes suddenly lit up, and the expressions of the other two demon tigers also relaxed.

The choices of these lowly human races were not unexpected by them. No matter what they chose, they would only die.

Just when the three demon tigers were overjoyed, the leading demon tiger's expression changed, and he suddenly turned his head and looked behind him and shouted:

"Who is it?"

Before he finished speaking, a figure suddenly rushed out of the ground, holding a corpse in each hand. It was Nie Yunxi and Zhong Li.

Zhan Nianchuan threw the two corpses in his hands casually, ignoring the three demon tigers, and walked straight towards the people of Xuantian Sect.

An angry roar sounded, and the male tiger in the early stage of Tongming had a fierce light in his eyes. Just as he was about to kill this arrogant human boy, a huge claw pressed on his shoulder.