A few days later.
The formerly peaceful Yanjia Fort suddenly opened its defense formation, and a huge blue light shield enveloped the entire Yanjia Fort.
From a distance, we can see that there is a commotion in the fort. Several monks in the alchemy stage are fighting each other in the sky. A large number of monks wearing the costumes of Yanjiabao and the Seven Sects on the ground and at low altitude are surrounding and killing a group of masked people.
Not long after, a black flame appeared at the edge of the formation. The formation, which had been continuously strengthened by generations of formation masters in Yanjiabao for hundreds of years, was burned out with a hole about ten feet wide, and a black light escaped from the formation. It flew out and shot into the distance, only to disappear without a trace in an instant.
Immediately afterwards, two more escaping lights flew out of the formation and chased in the direction of the black escaping light.
The holes in the formation gradually healed in less than two breaths. Soon after, the fighting inside Yanjiabao disappeared.
The black escaping light flew hundreds of miles at an astonishing speed and then began to slow down greatly. The aura of the package dispersed, revealing a graceful figure.
It turned out to be a female nun wearing a black robe. The female nun wore a silver mask covering the left half of her face. His cultivation has actually reached the late stage of pill formation.
The female cultivator's left hand was also holding the arm of another young male cultivator. It was Wang Chan, the young master of the Ghost Spirit Sect.
"Cough! Cough!~~"
The female cultivator coughed twice, a stream of bright red blood flowed from the corner of her mouth, and her breath seemed a little unsteady.
Wang Chan originally looked in disbelief, but after seeing the condition of the female cultivator, she said urgently: "Sister, are you injured? Why are you in Yanjiabao?"
The female cultivator's cold voice sounded: "If I hadn't come, you would have been trapped. It was your father who asked me to protect you secretly."
"The formation in Yanjiabao is really powerful. My strength was suppressed by nearly 30%. If it weren't for this damn formation, how could they hurt me?"
"Old Ghost and Old Tong."
"Dead." The female cultivator replied instantly.
Although Wang Chan had thought of this result, he still couldn't help but look ferocious in the face of this heavy reality, his eyes turned red, and he said angrily:
"Why is this happening? As a branch of our Ghost Spirit Sect, Yanjiabao will not be truly accepted by the seven sects. Even this identity is a time bomb. Why do they follow the seven sects wholeheartedly?"
"I proposed that Yan Ruyan and I get married, and that our future child will be the co-owner of Ghost Spirit Sect and Yan Family Fort. I was even willing to cast a life-and-death curse. Why did they ostensibly think about it for a day, but then they suddenly ambushed us? Why? ?”
"Is it possible that the top management of Yanjiabao have lost their minds? Can't they figure out how to maximize their profits?"
Faced with Wang Chan's questions, the female cultivator was unable to answer because she was also puzzled.
Little did Wang Chan know that Yan Ruyan wanted to kill Wang Chan on the spot after hearing this condition.
The female cultivator said: "Judging from the cooperation between the Yan family and the Jiedan elders stationed in the seven sects in the previous battle, there was no bad blood between the two sides. In other words, they deliberately spread rumors to make the outside world think that the two sides are at odds."
"I observed on the street and even saw the monks of the Seven Sects quarreling and even fighting with the people from Yanjiapu. The dissatisfaction between the two parties was not fake. It can be seen that the people below were kept in the dark. Only the monk Jiedan knew the truth. "
"We, the Ghost Spirit Sect, want to recapture Yanjia Fort and swallow up the seven monks stationed in Yanjia Fort. But in fact, the two of them are working together. It is really a scheming idea to wait for the fish to take the bait."…
Wang Chan's face became more and more gloomy, and the more he thought about it, the more ugly his face became. Finally, he was so angry that he spit out a mouthful of blood.
The female cultivator looked at Wang Chan's ferocious expression, frowned and said, "Wang Chan, you are still young. Remember this failure, and just come back ten times a hundred times next time. Be more open-minded."
Wang Chan wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, with a sinister light in his eyes.
Suddenly the female cultivator looked back and said coldly: "Hmph, the two tails are catching up. They are both in the middle stage of pill formation. I will try my best to hold them back. Wang Chan, you can run for your life."
After speaking, Wang Chan was thrown out with one hand, and then the female cultivator moved toward the two escaping lights behind her.
Wang Chan did not dare to delay and observed the surrounding terrain before flying towards a forest. On the way, he put a talisman on his body and disappeared.
Two months have passed since Han Li got engaged.
At this time, Han Li was resting in a forest in the north of Jinguyuan, sorting out the loot.
Han Li finally chose to become a lone traveler, hunting demon cultivators in the wild with his whereabouts elusive.
What was different from before was that Han Li wore a green robe.
Han Li looked distressed when he saw the cuff was damaged.
"Go back to Qiaoqian for a touch-up."
Although there are several clothes in Han Li's storage bag that Chen Qiaoqian hand-sewn, they are all cyan, but with different styles and patterns.
But the green robe I'm wearing now is my favorite and I don't want to throw it away.
Han Li had killed many demons during this time and gradually gained a reputation.
Although the hunting time is too short and the accumulation is not enough, it has not been placed on the bounty list. But both sides knew that there was a loner in Tsing Yi who was very resourceful and difficult to provoke.
After sorting out the loot, Han Li moved in the direction of Fortress No. 12, easily avoiding the demonic teams along the way.
When it got dark, Han Li returned to the fortress. After handling the loot, Han Li did not go back to his room, but came to Chen Qiaoqian's residence.
The two would meet every time Han Li returned to Fortress No. 12, and their relationship gradually warmed up, and certain things fell into place naturally.
Han Li found that Chen Qiaoqian was an easy-to-get-together woman, smart, strong-willed, and very skilled in fighting skills.
The key is that Chen Qiaoqian is serious and steady to the outside world, but she is very gentle to herself in private. As the legitimate daughter of a large family, she can even cook and sew robes.
Chen Qiaoqian is a very independent immortal cultivator like herself. She is not the kind of female cultivator that always hangs on male cultivators. As we gradually got along, we found an unexpected compatibility.
Hundreds of kilometers away, a large spaceship is conducting daily patrols.
In the luxurious room at the top of the flying boat, Nangong Wan was lying on the couch with a slight frown on her face, losing her appetite looking at her favorite chestnut cake in the past.
"What's going on? I've been feeling inexplicably upset for the past two months, as if something bad happened, but I don't have a clue."
Nangong Wan began to meditate and recite the meditation mantras silently, but with little effect. Looking at the furniture around her, she felt an urge to destroy it.
Taking a deep breath, he took out a magic sword and walked to the window.
Unable to figure out why, Nangong Wan, who was in a bad mood, turned into a ray of light and flew towards the east.
The low-level disciples who were responsible for patrolling and working on the flying boat were not surprised to see a ray of light flying out of the window, because it had happened many times during this period.
Two hours later, Nangong Wan returned to the flying boat after destroying a small stronghold, killing dozens of demon cultivators, and fighting a battle with a pill-forming cultivator.
The female disciple who served Nangong Wan had already made preparations. Not only had the bathing work been completed, but cakes and drinks were also prepared. The skillful movements make people feel distressed.
"This is ten days. No, Master shouldn't be going out within seven days.
But I only have a few bad days every month. Why is Master always in a bad mood lately? "The female disciple thought.
Taking off her French skirt which was somewhat damaged due to the battle, Nangong Wan slowly walked into the pool filled with hot water.
When the whole person below the collarbone was submerged in the water, he let out a long sigh of relief.
This is what she accidentally discovered. Taking a bath can help improve her mood.
"I must have been hit by some kind of curse from the evil thieves. For some reason, when I saw the male cultivator, I wanted to kill him. I hope this curse will pass as soon as possible."
