Chapter 1059: Origin of the Twelve Cloud States

Chapter 1059: Origin of the Twelve Cloud States

The originally arrogant monster was easily pierced through, and then the demon energy on it disintegrated and turned into nothingness.

Having escaped from death, Wu Yun'er's face was full of rejoicing, then she raised her head and looked at the white clouds not far away.

Yingying was blessed, and bowed down respectfully: "Thank you for saving my life, senior..."

She said so, but Wu Yuner's heart was churning like a turbulent sea. Why did an old monster in the Nascent Soul stage come again, and he seemed to be better than Master Lin.

I was apprehensive, but on the surface, I naturally didn't dare to show the slightest bit.

"The grace of saving my life may not be..."

Among the white clouds, there came a deep voice, with malicious intentions.

Wu Yun'er's face was extremely pale all of a sudden, but in front of the big monk, there was no room for her to dodge, a monster wind flew out from the white clouds, Wu Yun'er's body protection aura had no effect at all, and she fainted up.

Then the clouds parted, revealing a man in Confucian shirt.

It looked like he was only seventeen or eighteen years old, younger than Lin Xuan, and his skin was as white as jade, but his hair and eyebrows were like snow in winter.

It was the Lord of the Haystone City, the old monster of Beiming with half-demon blood.

Although he cooperated with the demon, how could he be wholehearted.

In this independent space, the treasures of the monks in the separation and reunion period unexpectedly appeared, which made him greedy to swallow them all.

The demon used the secret technique of shrinking the ground, and first went to intercept the old guy in the middle stage of the Nascent Soul, but Zhenjun Beiming quietly changed the direction of his flight.

As the saying goes, what is false is true, and what is true is false. In his mind, the opponent may lure the enemy by himself, but hand the treasure to the girl in the alchemy stage to take away.

So he followed behind, easily destroyed the monster's clone, and then captured Wu Yun'er.

With a flick of the sleeve robe, a ray of light flew out, and the storage bag at Wu Yun'er's waist fell into his palm.

Putting his consciousness in, he frowned quickly, there was no treasure he was looking for inside.

Did I make a mistake in my guess, or did this woman hide the treasure elsewhere?

A trace of cruelty flashed in Zhenjun Beiming's eyes, and he was about to perform the soul search technique, but suddenly his expression froze, and his eyes fell on Wu Yun'er's right hand.

On the wrist as white as jade, there is a small plum blossom near the palm.

It's as red as blood!

This is... a disciple of the Wu Family?

"That's right, only the direct descendants of the Wu family will have this plum blossom mark on their bodies."

Zhenjun Beiming sighed, his tyrannical expression gradually faded away.

Immortal cultivators are ruthless, and Zhenjun Beiming can't even talk about any good things, but no matter how bad a person is, there will be a good side.

That's what he is!

Because he was a half-human, half-demon body, he was stared at and hunted down in the world of cultivating immortals when he was not yet successful, but the ancestors of the Wu family had saved him.

He even passed on Taoism to him. It can be said that if he hadn't met that senior Wu, even if he hadn't fallen, he would never have achieved such advanced cultivation.

Drinking water and thinking of the source, not to mention that in Zhenjun Beiming's memory of more than a thousand years, there is only one person who has been kind to him.

Less is naturally more worth cherishing, so he doesn't intend to hurt the children of the Wu family.

What's more, after becoming the lord of Huangshi City, he made open and unannounced visits and learned some secrets of the Wu family.

At that time, he wondered why he was not tolerated by the two races of humans and monsters. In the world of cultivating immortals, almost everyone shouted and beat him, so why did that senior Wu treat him favorably.

It turns out that the Wu family themselves, on the surface, are human monks, but in fact they also have the blood of the monster race.

Looking at the unconscious Wu Yun'er, although he didn't intend to kill the girl, there was no reason for Treasure to give up.

Searching for the soul is the easiest way, but it does too much damage to the spiritual sense, but it doesn't matter. As a great monk in the late Yuanying period, such a small matter can't trouble Zhenjun Beiming.

With a flick of the sleeve robe, a ray of light flew out, wrapping Wu Yun'er's delicate body. The girl was clearly still unconscious, but she sat up strangely.

Zhenjun Beiming showed a satisfied look on his face, he made a formula with both hands, and performed the dream-inducing technique.

The so-called dream induction, as the name suggests, is a bit similar to the secular hypnosis method, but it is much more advanced, and can almost extract anything one wants to know from the other party's mouth.

"Who is the mid-stage Nascent Soul cultivator?"

"Uncle Lin..." Wu Yun'er spoke with dull eyes.

"Uncle Lin?" Zhenjun Beiming was stunned for a moment, and then his expression became serious: "Did you get the treasure of the ancient cultivator in the separation and reunion period, and where did you hide it?"

...

the other side.

The demon and Lin Xuantian Xiaojian fought like a raging fire.

These two boys were an eye-opener for him. One was in the middle stage of the Nascent Soul, the other was in the early stage of the Nascent Soul. Under such circumstances, with six enemies and two, it is still impossible to kill them.

stab...

Another round of fighting, the two sides dispersed, the six incarnations gathered in the middle, and the demons of the late Yuanying stage appeared.

Lin Xuan was fine, and even had a slight advantage, but Tian Xiaojian next to him spat out a mouthful of blood.

"Are you OK!"

In all fairness, Lin Xuan didn't care whether Tian Xiaojian was dead or alive, but at this moment, he didn't want to lose a powerful arm, and was thinking about whether to call out the corpse demon and help this kid from the side.

However, Tian Xiaojian raised his cuff and wiped away the blood from the corner of his mouth: "Thank you for your concern, brother, I can still hold on."

Lin Xuan raised his brows. Although he didn't have much contact with Tian Xiaojian, he had cooperated with him a few times. In his mind, this kid is not a person who wants to save face and suffer. Could it be that he has some backhands.

With such thoughts in his mind, Tian Xiaojian's voice came to his ears: "Brother, this monster seems to have a companion, take advantage of his future, you and I work together to find a way to destroy this guy first."

Both his second soul and the incarnation outside his body were destroyed in the hands of this monster, so Tian Xiaojian naturally hated him to the bone.

"Big words!"

Before Lin Xuan could speak, the monster laughed wildly: "Junior, just relying on you two, you want to kill me, and watch this deity pull you out of your soul in a while."

Faced with the opponent's sarcasm and sarcasm, Tian Xiaojian did not refute, whether he is boasting or not can only be known after fighting.

To be fair, he was in a very complicated mood at the moment.

Originally, when he found out that Lin Xuan was a mid-Yuanying monk, he was taken aback, but he was not envious at that time.

After all, ordinary mid-term cultivators are far from their opponents even if they are peak practitioners.

However, this joint effort allowed him to see Lin Xuan's magical powers, just like himself, which was comparable to that of monks of the same rank.