Cultivation of immortality begins with swallowing Tao fruit

Boom! !

With a loud noise that shook the earth, the barrier of the Thousand Waves of Water Light Formation was shattered by the big hand seal of the mountain.

Large arrays of spiritual power nodes exploded directly on Lingou Island, and the entire Lingou Island shook slightly.

A ray of light flew out from Lingou Island, and a figure appeared. A tall, handsome and elegant middle-aged monk wearing a blue robe, possessing the fifth level of Jindan cultivation, raised his hands and saluted, saying: "This is Haiyuan Palace. I appointed the master of Lingou Island, Zhenren Xiaoling, and my father, the elder of Haiyuan Palace, Zhenjun Huang Qin. I wonder why the seniors broke our formation on Lingou Island?"

Zhao Yu's eyes were cold and he said in a cold voice: "Zhenren Yuankun and Yinquan from Tianli Palace took away my Taoist companion and hid in Lingou Island! Hand them over and I will spare your life! Otherwise, you go Die!"

"Senior, my father, the elder of Haiyuan Palace, Huang Qin Zhenjun! I didn't see anyone enter Lingou Island. Is this a misunderstanding?"

As soon as Master Xiaoling sensed the murderous intention coming out of Zhao Yu, a trace of fear surged in his heart. He secretly cursed Master Yuan Kun and the two for harming others, but he still managed to deal with it.

Master Xiaoling originally did not want to be an enemy of a Nascent Soul Lord, but he was caught by Master Yuan Kun in a big way. Once that clue is exposed, even if he has a father who is a Nascent Soul cultivator, he will not be able to escape death.

Zhao Yu said with cold eyes: "Kill him!"

"My dad..."

Master Xiaoling's face changed drastically and he screamed in horror. But before he could finish his words, a claw penetrated his chest from behind, crushing his heart.

The White Ghost Emperor opened his mouth and swallowed it, swallowing the soul of Master Xiaoling directly.

"Zhao Yu is crazy! Damn it, he actually killed Master Xiaoling. Is he trying to catch us even if he is the enemy of Haiyuan Palace?"

Master Yuan Kun was hiding in a secret cave. Watching Master Xiaoling die tragically at the claws of the White Ghost Emperor, a trace of fear surged in his heart.

Fear flashed in Yin Dog's eyes: "Oops!! He's crazy!! For this woman, he's crazy!! Both Nascent Soul Lords will give each other some face. He is the only son of Lord Huang Qin Kill us, you are going to fall out with True Lord Nascent Soul and kill us too!!"

Generally, Nascent Soul old monsters are unwilling to fight each other openly. After all, everyone practices to live forever and enjoy life.

The four major demon sects of the Dragon Empire were also forced by the Wanhua Demon Sect, and they had no choice but to launch a war against the Daqian Empire, and a tragic battle broke out at the Nascent Soul level.

Tianli Palace made people angry within its own sphere of influence, and Haiyuan Palace turned a blind eye. As long as Tianli Palace did not commit crimes within Haiyuan Palace's sphere of influence, nothing happened to Haiyuan Palace. All because there is a Nascent Soul Lord sitting in Tianli Palace.

Yin Dog whispered: "Dragon Protector Yuan, should we run away or hide here?"

"Escape! If he can catch up, he must have a secret method to track the whereabouts of the two of us. He didn't even let go of Master Xiaoling, how could he let us go?"

Master Yuan Kun's face was full of sinisterness. He gritted his teeth and used his secret technique. He grabbed Nangong Shiyao and started to move.

Yin Dog also grabbed Su Minglan as a hostage and followed closely beside Master Yuan Kun.

In the sky, mysterious curse seals appeared in the eyes of the White Ghost Emperor, and he activated his phantom ghost pupils. Large swaths of ghost mist poured out like a tide, covering the entire Linggull Island.

"Lingou Island is now sealed off. Anyone who escapes without permission will die! Anyone who sends a message without authorization will die! Anyone who disturbs the order will die! Everyone must return to their own homes and are not allowed to move around, otherwise they will die!"

Zhao Yu's cold voice echoed throughout Lingou Island.

Many monks on Lingou Island immediately did not dare to act rashly.

In a spacious room.

"Master Xiaoling is dead, and this matter must be reported to the palace! Which of you will go to summons?"

A beautiful female Haiyuan Palace disciple dressed in white looked at the other four Haiyuan Palace disciples in the room with a solemn expression and said.

A young monk with a perfect Foundation Establishment and a somewhat bohemian temperament said calmly: "Senior Sister Yuzhu, that person above is the Nascent Soul monk! If Senior Sister Yuzhu wants to please True Lord Huang Qin, she can just send out the communication talisman herself. Why bother? Want to ask us?"

"Junior Brother Fang, go and send the communication talisman!"

Senior Sister Yuzhu's eyes suddenly fell on a thin male disciple who was looking at her with admiration.

"Yes! Senior Sister Yuzhu!"

Junior Brother Fang nodded slightly, directly used a communication talisman, turned into a stream of light and flew towards the sky, trying to break through the ghostly fog that shrouded Lingou Island.

The ghost mist released by the White Ghost King has the power to strengthen its illusions, perception abilities, and ghostly magical powers, but it does not have the power to block the communication talisman.

"You dare to play tricks in front of me, you are seeking death!"

Zhao Yu's consciousness shrouded Lingou Island, and he locked on the communication talisman. He snorted coldly, flicked his finger, and a ray of light hit the communication talisman and smashed it into pieces.

The White Ghost Emperor also opened his mouth, looked towards the room along the communication talisman, and showed a sinister smile.

Junior Brother Fang suddenly trembled and grabbed his neck with both hands. The magic power in his body completely stopped. He struggled and shouted with a look of horror: "Help...help...!"

The expressions of Senior Sister Yuzhu and the other two Haiyuan Palace disciples changed drastically. They each used their escape skills and flew away outside the room. But as soon as they moved, they grabbed their necks with a look of horror and despair, and started struggling in agony.

"My disciple Ming Changqing from Haiyuan Palace, I dare not offend my senior Tianwei, and I ask my senior to spare my life. I am willing to do my best for my senior!"

The foundation-building monk who refuted Senior Sister Yuzhu immediately knelt on the ground and said respectfully. He knew very well that if he disobeyed a Yuanying-level monk, he would be dead.

Not long after, Senior Sister Yuzhu and the four other foundation-building monks of Haiyuan Palace lost their breath and turned into four corpses. Only Ming Changqing survived.

Half a quarter of an hour later, at the edge of Lingou Island, a group of Yuan Kun and his entourage, completely integrated into the darkness, were moving silently.

"As long as we can enter the sea, we will have a little more hope of survival!"

Master Yuan Kun looked at the sea not far away with a glimmer of hope in his eyes.

Suddenly, Master Yuan Kun felt a chill in his heart, his chest hurt, and he saw a ghost claw piercing his heart.

"Damn, how did he find me?"

A trace of despair flashed across Master Yuan Kun's eyes, and he fell heavily to the ground. In his desperate eyes, the figure of the White Ghost Emperor was reflected.

The White Ghost King opened his big mouth and stood quietly in front of the Yin Dog. His white ghost claws grabbed at the Yin Dog unhurriedly.

Yin Quan didn't see anything, and looked around with a vigilant expression.