Chapter 2869

Gu Yiming looked at the soul tide rolling outside the fortress and bit a big cake with worry. He felt weak and weak all over.

He is an elite hunter in Renshan village. The village belongs to Renshan Town, which is sheltered by Qingxue sect.

Gu's family has lived in the village for six generations and is now blossoming and bearing fruit. There are more than 200 ethnic people. There are only two elite hunters. The other is his uncle, who is too old to defend in the rear village. He was recruited to the front fortress to defend the soul tide.

Gu Yiming was biting the big cake. A long sigh came from his side. It was Wang Yongnian from the same village. He was also an elite hunter. At the moment, he was bloody and looked very bad. "I'm afraid he can't survive this time."

Wang Yongnian is nearly 60 years old. In fact, there is no suitable elite hunter in the Wang family. He can only apply. This is the fourth time he has participated in resisting the soul tide.

The blood on his body was released by himself in order to force out the soul Qi in his body. To say, the injury was not very serious, but he was in unprecedented despair. "The momentum of this soul tide is not reduced at all, and there are still fewer immortals in Xianmen. It's sad."

Elite martial arts is the name of this realm, which is roughly equivalent to the high-level martial arts masters in kunhao realm. Once they are recognized as elite by Xianmen, they have a certain probability to learn fairy arts or recommend their children to cultivate immortals.

Gu Yiming is in his early thirties and has participated in resisting the soul tide for the second time. One of his sons has been taken away by the immortal gate, but he still can't escape when he should apply, otherwise it may affect his son's future.

He tore another mouthful of cake, chewed it quickly and said vaguely, "the immortal gate is behind us. It's certainly not impossible to retreat, and they can't watch us all die."

"Why not? The immortal gate behind him is just a branch of Qingxue sect." Wang Yongnian touched out a gourd and filled it with immortal wine - the kind mixed with water. He is very precious at ordinary times. "It's hateful that we are not qualified to practice fairy arts. If we can't kill more souls."

"Magic can't be learned casually," Gu Yiming sighed. Why doesn't he want to learn magic? But the immortal family didn't teach, and he didn't dare to steal it. "After all, we're too old to be suitable... It's better to give more runes."

"Eat quickly," Wang Yongnian took another sip of wine. "Maybe it will be served again sometime."

Just then, the front suddenly fried the pot, "it's broken, immortal division level soul, villagers, it's time to work hard!"

"Lying in the trough!" Gu Yiming was stunned when he heard the speech. He chewed quickly and scolded vaguely, "how many people will die?"

Immortal master level immortals can fly. This kind of soul body can't be resisted by elite fighters at all. They can only release their own blood to counter the soul body. However, generally speaking, dozens of elite fighters can spell out a immortal master level soul body.

"It's broken, more than one, there... There are four," the man in front shouted desperately, "villagers, don't rest. It's time to play with your life... Ah, there are more than four!"

"Lying in the trough, can't I have a few more bites?" Gu Yiming got up and quickly tore up the big cake. His face was calm. The only regret was that he didn't have a full meal before he died.

In the empty Mongolian world, life and death are really common. An immortal teacher once said inadvertently that we are pioneers. However, for most local people, it doesn't matter whether we are pioneers or not. It's good to be able to pass on the family line and die standing.

It would be great if we could spell a future for our children and grandchildren.

The edge of the fortress was basically full of people. On count, there were almost two thousand people, but there were less than two hundred elite fighters, and there were seven or eight immortal division level souls three or four feet high in the distance.

"Who still has talismans?" a immortal shouted, "now is not the time to hide... Elite martial artists stand in the first row and those with talismans stand in the second row... They are all dying people. Do you keep talismans for evil spirits?"

"Fairy," someone said timidly, "didn't you say... There will be reinforcements?"

"I also want to have reinforcements. Are you afraid of death? Am I afraid of death?" another immortal said impatiently, "I don't know whether there are reinforcements... Only by working hard can I wait for reinforcements!"

"Lying in the trough!" Gu Yiming glared at a strong man around him. "You squeezed out my cake!"

"I'll give you a piece of meat," the strong man threw a paper bag, hurried forward, and shouted loudly, "the talisman on my knife is almost gone. The fairy will give me a talisman."

However, most people just silently tidy up their weapons and clothes. Seeing those immortal division level evil spirits, they have realized that this should be the last battle in their life.

At this moment, a white light flashed in the distance, and a blank appeared in the gray space.

In the silence, a voice shouted, "lying in the trough, is this reinforcements?"

There are three Qi refining disciples of Qingxue sect in the fortress. Originally, they are also resolute. They are going to die. Seeing this, someone suddenly shouted, "that's... That's immortal Jindan?"

"Mine, it's all mine," faintly, a voice sounded, and then a white awn swept through. The gray space suddenly brightened, and those gray souls suddenly disappeared like soup and snow.

The three Qi refining disciples exchanged a look. Instead of being happy, they were a little worried.

One of them shouted, "who are you, elder? This is the fortress of Renshan town and the territory of Qingxue sect!"

"Who can it be?" a dignified voice came over, with great momentum. "Do you know what array is here?"

"I've seen the real immortal in the upper world!" three Qi refining disciples bent down and bowed their hands together. "I hope you don't want anyone to show up!"

"Eh?" after a light eh, a gas refining disciple disappeared in an instant, but was taken away by a real immortal in the air.

More than a hundred miles away, he photographed people and asked curiously, "why can't people show their holiness?"

The disciple was determined to be divine before he answered, "tell the elder, because... There are still many ordinary people, it is easy to induce greed, and if you kill too many soul bodies, it is easy to cause soul bodies to fight back."

"How can you live so oppressed?" Zhenxian couldn't help muttering, "isn't it over after killing the soul body?"

"It can't be finished," replied the gas refining disciple with a bitter smile. "Before that, several ancestors of the upper realms came down. After a big killing, they found that they couldn't be finished... Instead, we suffered revenge."

"It's impossible not to kill," Xuanyuan couldn't help but snort coldly. "The highest level in this area is Yuanying. Just come out of the body and clean it up. It's very easy. I'll go..."

He was talking, suddenly seemed to realize something, and then stopped suddenly.

Qianzhong nodded thoughtfully, "this world is new and should not be... Well, there should be demons."

"That's right," Wan Hui nodded. "The last time I came, it happened to be haunted by demons. The real immortals in this world were mainly responsible for protecting their disciples. The main forces of the battle were the golden elixir and the dust."

The disciple in the Qi refining period was stunned. When he reacted, he quickly bowed his hands, "I've seen the ancestor of the upper world. The younger generation was born too late and has never seen the true immortal style. I don't know who you are..."

"I'm not the ancestor of your family," Wan Hui Zhenxian waved his hand and said faintly, "I'm the enemy of your family. That Zhenxian is the Yuanying of xuanshuimen."

The disciples in the Qi refining period here are also very interesting. After seeing a real immortal, they dare to take the initiative to ask their ancestors in a low voice to know what happened to the enemy.

Yide Zhenxian was a little surprised, but he smiled and replied that it was the door-to-door Zhenxian of the Chijin sect. We have a good relationship in the upper world, but in the empty Mongolian world, the competition between the two seems to be fierce.

During the Qi refining period, the disciple's mouth moved and seemed to want to say something, but he didn't say anything at last. He just asked, "do you want me to inform martial uncle and Shizu?"

After thinking for a while, the reason why everyone chose to come from the outside was that it was inconvenient to follow two distracted monarchs. It was not that he didn't want the lower class to know, so he nodded, "just point out the direction."

Renshan town is just a stronghold in the periphery of Qingxue sect. After traveling for more than a thousand miles, we guessed that there are people from the dust sitting here.

However, the dust master couldn't receive Yuanying Zhenxian who came to the door, so he changed the master to lead the way to the important town of Nanyu where Yuanying was in charge. It was a Shanlin on the second floor of Yuanying.

During the journey, I still found the soul body group from time to time. I found two golden elixir soul bodies again. The yin-yang mirror wiped them out without hesitation. At the same time, I complained that the soul body was too weak.

Shanlin Zhenxian had received the news of people from the upper world and went out to camp to meet him. She was also followed by four or five gold pills.

Interestingly, one of the gold elixirs was actually from the Chijin sect. It was a little strange for Wan Hui Zhenxian, "why aren't you in the sect and what are you doing here?"

The golden elixir said with a smile that the Qingxue sect has encountered a soul wave, and everyone has to come to help resist. There may be some competition among Terran practitioners, but there is still no problem in the face of foreign races.

In fact, over the past century, the relationship between Qingxue and Chijin has improved greatly, and even cooperated to develop the "ice fire Valley". Even if the competition still exists, it is not as fierce as before.

"That's good," Zhen Xian nodded slightly. For the struggle between these lower sects, the door will not encourage, but will not stop, "in any case, being consistent with the outside world is the right way."

After a meal, he said, "I'll accompany some distinguished guests to hunt some souls. Do you have a map in your hand?"

This question made Shanlin Zhenxian a little embarrassed. After thinking about it, he asked, "there's a map. I don't know what kind of soul body you're looking for?"

Once Zhenxian thought about it and replied, "the higher the cultivation, the better. Even if it's below the golden elixir."

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