As if in response to Madam Panlong, a light flashed on the high wall of the manor, and a restriction suddenly appeared.
Mrs. Panlong looked at the manor blankly, frowning, and murmured: "He met that ghost cultivator? With his strength, how could he survive?"
The old man sipped the strong tea and said indifferently: "Ling Xiao. Xuanjizi really has a good apprentice. Jiang Yu ignored her master, but he inquired about him every day, and even sent Ahe!" "
Madam Panlong saw him dragging her back to her apprentice, and sneered: "Senior, when he killed Jiang Li, he should have thought that the Jiang family would hate you from now on!"
The old man glanced at her and said calmly: "The Jiang family is not the only one who hates me. The Xiao family back then, Ling Xiao now, and you on Panlong Island, who doesn't hate me?"
Mrs. Panlong's face darkened: "You knew this, but you still did it."
The old man laughed and suddenly sat up straight, his eyes shot out a heart-stopping cold light!
"Who do you think I am?"
He said it word by word.
"The Jiang family hates me, but I still take Jiang Yu as my disciple and teach them everything I have! The Xiao family hates me, but I still rely on them and support them strongly! As for you, you have hated me for so many years and cursed me every day on Panlong Island. I'll let you go. Huh, do you think I have a good temper? No, I don't care at all."
"The death of the deviant Jiang Li will bring eighty years of stability to the Northern Liang Kingdom. The death of the ambitious Xiao Bufan will make the Xiao family submissive from now on!"
"They deserve to die!"
"I do my duty, how can I care about others scolding me?"
Mrs. Panlong was silent.
Looking at the stubborn and fanatical old man in front of her, she fell silent.
The rule of Zifengtai has always been accompanied by blood.
The butcher, who is full of evil, is always among the bad guys.
After a long while, Mrs. Panlong said, "But you are about to die."
When the old man heard this, his arrogance was deflated, his bones softened, and he huddled on the small stool.
"Yeah, I'm dying."
"In five hundred years, the shadow of death has never tortured me as much as it does now."
Mrs. Panlong said: "After your death, how can you be sure that the Xiao family will not regain their ambitions? How can you be sure that the position you have maintained your whole life will be passed on to your designated heir?"
The old man looked at her sideways and said: "Who in this world has no ambition? As for the successor, Zifengtai never appoints such a thing."
"Three hundred years ago, in order to sit in this position, I killed 89 of my fellow disciples. I still know each of their names by heart."
"Three hundred years later, it will be Jiangyu's turn."
"And she's already preparing."
The old man drank the last pot of tea and glanced at the manor not far away intentionally or unintentionally.
"Let's get down to business!"
The old man withdrew his gaze, tapped his fingertips on the table, and said, "Help me find this ghost to cultivate."
Mrs. Panlong said: "I may not be able to do it."
"You do your best. Talk to Jiang Yu directly about the conditions. It's time for me to leave."
The old man stood up, took out the scattered silver and put it on the table.
Mrs. Panlong asked: "Where are you going?"
The old man smiled and said, "I haven't seen my old neighbor for a long time. It's time to say hello."
After saying a short sentence, the old man's figure had already stepped out of the city and disappeared into the vast wilderness.
Mrs. Panlong was stunned for a long time, and suddenly sighed quietly.
In the past, she hated the old man, but just now, she suddenly understood his loneliness.
He dedicated his life to Zifengtai, even making countless enemies. In the end, he betrayed everyone and walked through the final journey of his life alone.
To outsiders, he is hateful.
But to Zifengtai, he was respectable.
Although he knew that the Jiang family hated him, he accepted Jiang Yu and laid the foundation for the next generation of Zifengtai.
He knew that the Xiao family hated him, but he still supported the Xiao family vigorously, just because it was needed.
…
"Sister Yu, you are my biological sister!"
Ling Xiao looked at the rising forbidden light curtain, and the look of ecstasy on his face made his facial features almost distorted!
The restraint Jiang Yu lent him was too strong!
Even if multiple late-stage foundation-building monks join forces, they will not be able to break through in a short period of time!
Now, the safety factor of the manor has been greatly improved!
The only drawback is that the spirit stones consume too much!
It's usually okay, after all, there is a setting to automatically absorb the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, which is enough to maintain the operation of the ban.
But once attacked, the consumption of spirit stones will reach an extremely terrifying level!
How terrifying it is depends on the enemy's attack strength.
Ling Xiao thought about it for a long time, and finally gritted his teeth and embedded a third-level spiritual stone into the formation disk.
This third-level spiritual stone was the same one used in the Dawn Trial back then. Ling Xiao had been reluctant to use it except for once when building the foundation.
Now there is about half of the spiritual energy left, which is equivalent to 50 second-level spiritual stones!
"Enough to resist for a while."
Ling Xiao thought so.
It's best if the ghost cultivator doesn't come back to attack and let him keep this third-level spiritual stone.
After taking care of the defense of the manor, Ling Xiao finally relaxed and sat down to study the information on the magic treasure.
Magic treasures can be regarded as advanced versions of magic weapons. They are more powerful and more demonic. Generally, only monks in the late stage of foundation establishment and above can control them.
After all, this object is the golden elixir monk’s magic weapon!
However, not all magic weapons can be upgraded into magic treasures.
Only the most high-quality and pure magic weapons have a chance, and it also requires long-term and careful "raising" to advance them.
"Isn't it possible to keep free-range?"
This thought came to Ling Xiao's mind.
Then, he shook his head again, not thinking about it.
He doesn't care whether the Demonic Soul-Destroying Sword advances or not, as long as it works!
After figuring out the situation of the magic treasure, he checked the information about the infiltrated Izumo Foundation.
A foundation-building monk from the Izumo Kingdom is currently wandering in the Tuoyan Mountain, 2,700 miles away in the northeast. Ling Xiao must go quickly to prevent the other party from running away.
"so far."
Ling Xiao stretched out, checked the equipment, talismans, and spirit stones, and then set off.
To leave, of course, one must use the mirror, flower, water, and moon, to prevent ghost cultivators from spying nearby, seeing him leaving home, and immediately breaking into the empty door.
Walk out of Linfeng City.
Ling Xiaocai raised the mahogany sword and flew away with lightning speed.
Three days later.
Boom!
Crazy thunder came to the world, mixed with ferocious roars, and a long and dark blade suddenly cut a woman in half!
The woman didn't even scream before she died, and then she died.
There was still a trace of fear and deep suspicion in his eyes.
She never seemed to have thought that she would be killed in such a way!
tread.
A pair of leather boots appeared next to the woman's body. The owner of the boots pointed with his hand, and the magic knife came and chopped off the woman's head. Then the evil wind blew up and swallowed up the remaining parts of the body.
Under the fox mask is a pair of eyes that are so bland and emotionless.
Ling Xiao picked up the woman's storage bag and after checking it, the light soared into the sky and disappeared into the distance.
