The two monks blocking the road stared at Ye Ling with hungry wolf eyes, as if they were staring at prey. The joy on their faces disappeared, revealing a strong look of disappointment.
"I thought it was a big fish, but it turned out to be a poor cultivator! What a damn bad luck!"
"Everything about this kid, including the fourth-level cloud magic weapon under his feet, is worth some money. No matter how small the mosquito legs are, they are still meat. If you sell them to the market, you can sell them for two or three thousand spiritual stones, right?"
The two of them paid no attention to Ye Ling, who was wearing a moon-white satin gown. They regarded him as a lamb to be slaughtered and fish under the knife. Instead, they started arguing with each other about the division of the spoils.
Ye Ling sneered in his heart. These days, he has been wanting to see how powerful the newly refined Ice Soul Sword Spirit puppet would be when facing the enemy. It just so happened that these two blind guys showed up!
Ye Ling didn't wait for the two of them to take action, and suddenly slapped the spirit beast bag, and the Ice Butterfly King and the Ice Soul Sword Spirit puppets filed out!
"cut!"
Ye Ling suddenly sent out his spiritual thoughts, and under the threat of the ice butterfly, the Ice Soul Sword Spirit pierced towards the stunned monks blocking the way like a ray of cold light!
Accompanied by a shrill scream, the monk who had just plotted against Ye Ling's cloud magic weapon was stabbed to the core by the Ice Soul Sword Spirit puppet. His body was frozen into a stiff ice corpse, filled with cold air, and fell. Go down.
The corner of the other monk blocking the road twitched fiercely, and he fled in panic with his sword light.
The Ice Soul Sword Spirit turned upside down through the dark blue sword body, turned in mid-air, and chased after him.
"What a bastard!"
There was sweat on the forehead of the monk who was blocking the road. With trembling hands, he took out all the fourth-level magic weapons in the storage bag and bombarded them, but they were unable to cause much damage to the Ice Soul Sword Spirit puppet. They only caused its icy air. It was a little weaker, and the dark blue sword body became a little dimmer.
Suddenly, under the will of its master, the Ice Soul Sword Spirit puppet suddenly accelerated its speed and flew in the air!
Before the monk who was blocking the road could react, the corpses were separated immediately, a line of blood appeared, and then they were frozen into ice shards!
Ye Ling was very satisfied with the performance of the Ice Soul Sword Spirit puppet. He stretched out his hand to summon it back. Unexpectedly, the Ice Soul Sword Spirit puppet not only failed to obey its master's command, but instead broke through the clouds and flew towards the mountain stream. Zhumazhai.
Ye Ling's expression changed, and the fifth-level Ice Butterfly King, who had already developed his spiritual wisdom, also exclaimed: "Master! The Ice Sword Spirit is slightly higher than the master in cultivation. It seems to be disobedient to discipline. Wait until I catch it!"
"Go quickly!" Ye Lingyuan saw several sword lights flying over Zhumazhai, obviously aware of the situation here.
The Ice Butterfly King quickly flapped its ice-like butterfly wings and chased after him. Ye Ling also followed from a distance with the Wind Demon Sword Light.
When they reached the vicinity of Zhumazhai, the sword lights flying out of the village intercepted the Ice Soul Sword Spirit puppets one after another. What's more, they saw the rare mutated Ice Butterfly King behind them and shouted excitedly.
The leader of the green-robed old man shouted loudly: "Quick! Stop the ice butterfly! This ice butterfly is comparable to the fifth-level beast king. Be careful and go up and catch it together! Whoever catches it first will be rewarded heavily by the leader of this village!"
At the same time, the green-robed old man hit several transmission notes one after another in the direction of Zhumazhaifang City, summoning his men, causing sword light to continuously fly out of Zhumazhai.
Ye Ling's eyes condensed, and there was a layer of coldness in his eyes like cold stars. How could the Ice Soul Sword Spirit Puppet he had worked so hard to refine fall into the hands of these Zhumazhai monks? Especially the Ice Butterfly King, let them not take it away!
However, seeing that the opponent had a large number of people, there were no less than ten foundation-building monks, and more than half of the monks were higher than him, so Ye Ling had to be wary.
"Hurry up and catch up with the Ice Sword Spirit. I, the master, will protect you!"
Ye Ling sent a spiritual message to the Ice Butterfly King, took a deep breath, and shot out the fifth-level demon dragon, ice rock beast, and red-fire green-tailed leopard one after another, and attacked the monks in Zhumazhai headed by the old man in green robes!
These monks in Zhumazhai met Ye Ling and saw that he was very cool, not a local monk, and his cultivation level was very average. They had the same view as the two previous robbery monks, and they did not take Ye Ling seriously. , and did not connect the Sword Spirit Puppet and the fifth-level Ice Butterfly King with him. He was just a passing minor cultivator in the early stages of foundation building.
Now, Ye Ling suddenly launched an attack and drove three large fifth-level spirit beasts towards him, almost frightening the monks in Zhumazhai who were keen on chasing the Ice Butterfly and the Sword Spirit Puppet.
The old man in green robe who was leading the group was also surprised when he saw this, but after all, he was the leader of a stronghold. He had experienced hundreds of battles and calmly commanded his men to fight.
The fifth-level demon dragon rose into the sky and used the water dragon's ultimate move, Water Dragon Yin. In an instant, waterfalls poured down from the sky, drowning more than half of the monks, causing them to fall into a sluggish state.
Then the Red Fire Green Tailed Leopard and the Ice Rock Beast rushed towards these monks in suicidal rage.
The old man in green robe took the lead and stood in front of them. He took out a white feather fan and stirred up the cold wind to resist the attack of the two spiritual beasts.
"Captain, be careful! We are here to help you!"
The monks in Zhumazhai finally recovered from their shock and joined forces to deal with Ye Ling's three spiritual beasts.
These people kept whistling and tried their best to play transmission notes to Zhumazhai, which almost alarmed the entire Zhumazhaifang City. More and more foundation-building monks flew out.
Ye Ling looked from a distance and saw the dense sword light that made his scalp numb. Fortunately, the Ice Butterfly King caught up with the Ice Soul Sword Spirit Puppet, stopped on it, and rushed back quickly.
"The wind is tight, retreat!"
Seeing that the situation was not good, Ye Ling made a quick decision, summoned all his spirit beasts, and flew between the two mountains to the west.
The old voice of the leader of Qingpao Village spread for miles around: "Spread the formation! Guard the Hujian Gorge, don't let him escape!"
On the top of the two mountains, a few more monks guarding the key points appeared. They activated the rarely used defensive formation in Zhumazhaifang City, and suddenly blocked the path of Ye Ling and the spirit beasts.
Seeing that Ye Ling was unable to rush over, there were a large number of monks from the Zhumazhai chasing after him, all of whom were eyeing his spiritual beast.
At this critical moment, with a thought in his mind, he immediately ordered the demon dragon to carry all the spiritual beasts and rush down the mountain stream with him!
"No! He wants to escape by water. Send more manpower to block the waters of Hujian Gorge!"
The old man in green robe was very experienced and ordered his subordinates to send monks everywhere to besiege him. Then he ordered the monks above the middle stage of foundation construction to go into the water in groups to search for the spiritual beasts.
Who knows, they searched everywhere in the mountain stream, but found nothing! Apart from the rolling silt and turbid waters, there was no trace of Monk Yuebaidan and his several fifth-order spiritual beasts!
The leader of Qingpao Village was surprised when he heard the reports from everywhere. Surrounded by his men, he also went into the water to search carefully, and sure enough, there was no trace of Ye Ling.
