If it had not been for the Chihua Immortal King leading the Southern Immortal Territory tribes to resist these strange alien races over the years, the other three Immortal Territories would not be as peaceful as they are now, and would still be willing to engage in various internal fights.
Song Qingyun had never seen those alien races, but from what Ji Qingfeng described, they seemed to be more annoying than the demons.
Xinglan beside him looked at Ji Qingfeng, bowed his hands and said hello.
Ji Qingfeng looked at Xinglan and smiled softly, with a hint of kindness in his eyes.
"My understanding is good. In just ten years, I have already broken through to the realm of divine transformation."
This cultivation speed is even faster than they were before.
And it can be seen that Sang Luo taught him very well, and this little guy has a very solid foundation.
Xinglan lowered her eyes and spoke softly,
"Thank you for the compliment, senior. Xinglan still has a lot to learn."
He said, paused briefly, and then turned to look at Song Qingyun,
"Uncle, where is the master?"
Xinglan was a little worried about Sang Luo.
Song Qingyun raised his eyes to Tianyu and spoke slowly,
"No need, senior sister. I'm back."
The young man's long eyelashes trembled slightly, covering the shock in his eyes.
At such a fast speed, senior sister must have already entered the fourth level.
Sang Luo grabbed Murong Xin's shoulders and led him to the ground.
Although he had changed his clothes and skin, Luo Zhouxing recognized the person in front of him at a glance.
With a slight smile in his eyes, he said,
"Senior, long time no see."
When he first entered the Northern Immortal Realm, he still remembered the millions of spiritual stones he cheated them of.
Murong Xin looked at Zhang Jianting's smiling face and felt his scalp tighten for no reason.
But at this moment, he was controlled by others, and he could only force out a fake smile from his face.
"Yes, little friend, long time no see."
Damn it, ten years ago there were just a few transformed gods and two immortals, when the hell did they become a bunch of immortals?
Where the hell did these perverts come from? !
Luo Zhouxing straightened his front, stood up from the city lord's throne, and walked towards Murong Xin,
"In the future, our Yanliang Mountain will still need more care from our seniors."
At this moment, Murong Xin had his fate choked by Sang Luo. How could he dare to say no? So he broke the jar and said with a smile,
"Easy to say, easy to say."
Sang Luo looked around but didn't see Yu Ming, so he asked Luo Zhouxing,
"Where is Elder Yuming?"
He was worried about leaving this Murong Xin to anyone else. After much thought, Yu Ming was the most suitable one.
This guy has lived for hundreds of thousands of years and is full of tricks. Although Luo Zhouxing can scheme, he is not strong enough and may be counterattacked.
As for others, although they have the slave mark, there is no guarantee that they will not have second thoughts.
Song Qingyun was not very calculating, while Zhang Jianting was too ambitious and easily misled by his cleverness.
After all the calculations, Elder Yu Ming is the only one with the strongest strength and the most reliable ability here.
Luo Zhouxing clicked his tongue,
"He thinks the aura of the City Lord's Mansion is too strong, and he is still in retreat on the barren mountain in the west. I will send him a message right now."
After all, the Kunwu Sword Sect is poor, and Elder Yuming cultivates the Tao of Nature, sensing the nature of heaven and earth, and is somewhat incapable of replenishing this rich spiritual energy.
As soon as he said these words, Yu Ming's voice came from behind,
"No need, I'm already here."
Sang Luo turned around and looked over,
"senior."
Yu Ming glanced at Murong Xin,
"Let me make a contract with him?"
Sang Luo nodded,
"Exactly."
