Chapter 200 Asking for Help (Please Ask for Guaranteed Monthly Tickets at the Beginning of the Month!)

"Where is Ruan Dan?"

Facing the witch, Fang Xi only asked one question.

Seeing Ye Sanren's slightly changed expression, he already knew everything.

In the midst of the sneer, the Qing He Sword turned into a streak of light, and the green sword energy whistled with a little golden light, passing through Situ Qingqing's white neck like lightning and flint.

But...

Not a trace of blood flowed out.

What appeared here was a phantom that could be mistaken for real!

"Fellow Daoist Fang... There is actually no life-and-death hatred between us... On the contrary, our Situ family is developing in the Mu Kingdom, and we can still exchange news in the future."

Situ Qingqing's shadow continued.

"Haha... Do you want to collude with the devil yourself?"

Fang Xi dismissed it.

"What is righteousness and what is demonic? Even within Xuantian Sect, there may not be any inheritance of demonic skills... Even people's hearts are even more sinister. We know that even if our Situ family obtains the secret realm of Ziyou Mountain, we will not be able to challenge Xuantian Sect's status, but He deliberately gave an excuse to let the Song family destroy my clan... and then let my clan consume the Song family... People's hearts are deceitful, and they have really been played to the extreme..."

"Demon cultivators only cultivate demonic energy. The hearts of righteous cultivators may not be cleaner than those of demon cultivators..."

"Qingqing said this, please take care, fellow Taoist Fang..."

After Situ Qingqing finished speaking, the shadows dispersed.

Fang Xi looked at Ye Sanren's leaving figure with light shining in her eyes.

In the end, he still sighed and put away the Qinghe Sword.

Even if he uses all his cards, the most he can do is leave Ye Sanren behind. Situ Qingqing has long gone to who knows where.

When the time comes, it will be bad to expose too much of your own trump card.

Unexpectedly, when we said goodbye and saw each other again, this woman would also have established a foundation.

…

Lingkong Island.

Previously, Ye Sanren's disguised "Zhongtian County" suddenly launched an attack and directly killed Yan Wuxie, the ancestor of the Yan family, and took the opportunity to destroy the second-order formation.

Then they plundered and left in a show of power, and no one dared to stop them!

In the dark night, fire shot into the sky.

"kill!"

"Come into Yan's house, there are a lot of spiritual stones!"

A group of Jie cultivators with their faces covered were using magic weapons to attack the Yan family cultivators.

In the market not far away, there was also a fire, and there were a large number of robbery cultivators.

Loose cultivators are the foundation of the world of immortality, and they are also the group of people who have the lowest bottom line.

When order does not exist, all casual cultivators may become tribulation cultivators!

What Ye Sanren did tonight undoubtedly broke the original peaceful and stable order of Lingkong Island!

When the casual cultivators saw the masters of several big shops being casually killed by 'Zhongtian County', and after the chaos in the market, they could no longer bear the greed in their hearts. They first robbed those small shops, even for a spiritual elixir or a magic spell. The weapons are fighting each other like wild beasts...

After the city was completely looted, they naturally set their sights on the Yan family mansion.

After all, this is a foundation-building family with quite a lot of heritage!

Maybe, there are still foundation-building spiritual beings out there!

The Yan family was also unlucky. They had just moved a few years ago and had not yet established a complete defense system. The second-order formation, their biggest reliance, had been dismantled by Zhongtian County.

"Go to the Yan family. The Yan family has the foundation building pill!"

Listening to the chaotic shouts of Jie Xiu outside, Yan Hongxiu almost cried in anger.

‘I, the Yan family, have a secret foundation-building pill! Even if there were, they would have been robbed by Zhongtian County! ’

Thinking of the Zhong Family Foundation Builder, Yan Hongxiu's heart felt as if it had fallen into an ice cave.

Who could have imagined that the distinguished guest that the ancestor had solemnly invited into the family would fall out and kill someone?

Moreover, the Zhong family and the Yan family had no grudges in the past. It is really hard to understand. Is it really just to snatch resources?

After the decline of the Foundation Establishment family, will the Foundation Establishment monks also become tribulation cultivators?

When she first saw her grandfather's body, Yan Hongxiu's heart collapsed.

But the cruel reality did not allow her to collapse for long.

Because not long after, the group of tribulation cultivators came to kill like locusts!

Yan Hongxiu's tears have dried up and now she can only bleed!

"kill!"

"I and my family members are behind us, kill these tribulation cultivators!"

The light of a large number of magic weapons flashed in mid-air, and countless figures intertwined.

Some monks fell down and turned into corpses, while some monks grabbed enough goods and retreated directly.

"Anyone who offends my family will die!"

Amidst the loud shouts, Yan Hongxiu saw his thirteenth uncle roaring angrily.

He was originally a good-natured man who only liked music, chess, calligraphy and painting. Blood beads appeared all over his body. He was as ferocious as Shura. He used secret techniques to enhance his strength and died together with two masters of late Qi refining.

"Kill, kill the thief!"

There was also the third uncle, the family elder who usually had a serious face. He took out a second-level talisman and turned it into a flaming golden sword, which flew past the neck of the leader of a group of robbery cultivators.

"Ah...the boss is dead..."

"Kill him and avenge the boss!"

The remaining robbery cultivators rushed forward, and several magic weapons passed through San Bo's body.

…

Wait until the morning light fades and the sky gradually becomes brighter.

Yan Hongxiu's body was stained red with blood, and he was holding a fishing net with sharp thorns in his hand. There were traces of various pieces of meat and blood between the grids.

"Finally...retired."

Her voice was dry and she looked around.

There are less than ten monks left in the Yan family. They retreat to the last secret passage of the Yan family. Inside the secret passage, there are more than a dozen trembling children - these are the spiritual children of the Yan family and the future. hope!

"Woo...dead, all dead!"

A young man looked at the Yan family mansion that had turned into a purgatory and suddenly burst into tears: "The eighth uncle, the thirteenth uncle, cousin Fu, cousin Wenjian... sister Ling... are all dead..."

Yan Hongxiu wiped the blood from her face. She could no longer cry anymore, and a cruel look appeared on her face: "All this is Zhongtian County's fault. From today on, my Yan family and the Dragon Fish Zhong family are at odds with each other!"

"Well, I have to go to the sect to report!"

The monks next to him were filled with indignation and their eyes were red.

"But...but what should we do?"

A young man who looked to be only fourteen or fifteen years old had a panic expression on his face: "Without our ancestors, how could we possibly occupy this Lingkong Island? Those robbery cultivators just want money... But after today, I don't know how many forces will be targeting me. The Yan family’s Lingkong Island... wants to kill my Yan family so that they can occupy this second-level spiritual vein!"

"If I had known this, I might as well have stayed in Xiaohan Mountain..."

Some tribesmen looked depressed, even despairing, muttering like zombies.

"The family has sold Xiaohan Mountain's spiritual veins long ago... and can never go back." Yan Hongxiu's rigid head began to spin: "We can't give up on Lingkong Island. If we give up on Lingkong Island again, there will really be no place to go. ! Everyone has become a homeless cultivator. Just to rent a spiritual land, we have to spend a lot of spiritual stones. How can we improve our cultivation and take revenge on our enemies?"

"Shangzong... Our clan doesn't even have a foundation builder anymore... I'm afraid he won't be in the eyes of Shangzong."

An old man from the Yan family who was the most senior present had a bitter look on his face: "How can this be a good thing... The most urgent task is to ask the three seniors of Ruan Island Master for help first... I will go to Maple Leaf Island, Hongyan to Golden Turtle Island, Hongxiu to , you go to Dragon Fish Island, remember, go back as soon as possible!"

"Arowana Island?"

Yan Hongxiu couldn't help but grit her teeth secretly, thinking of the young monk who rode a blue-horned ichthyosaur and forced his grandfather to give up his foundation.

She originally regarded the other party as her enemy, but she also thought that one day she could return the humiliation.

Unexpectedly, now I have to beg for mercy from this great enemy.

"Don't worry, Uncle Seven, I will definitely invite that gentleman to come and deliver justice."

Yan Hongxiu gritted his teeth and agreed.

"Well, now is the time when my Yan family's life and death are at stake. You must remember that you will not sacrifice your life for the sake of your family!"

The white-haired seventh uncle warned Yan Yin Yin that his old appearance was deeply imprinted in Yan Hongxiu's heart.

…

Arowana Island.

Evergreen Pavilion.

Fang Xi secretly returned to the cave and immediately went into seclusion to refine the formation flags and formation plates of the 'Earth-Shaking Formation'.

He gained a lot from his outing this time. Song Qing's storage ring contained a lot of spiritual materials, which was more than enough to refine two or three sets of 'Earth-Shaking Formation'.

Not only that, I also found a few precious third-level ores in the storage ring. As long as there is another second-level high-grade weapon refiner, maybe I can try to create a flying escape spirit weapon with the "Vertical Golden Light Treasure Pattern" as the main body. !

'That's not right...I have to plant trees next. I can't run away at all, and it's useless to use a flying spiritual weapon...'

Playing with a newly refined khaki formation flag in her hand, Fang Xi thought thoughtfully: "And my weapon refining level is really bad. I might as well observe Danya's talismans on a daily basis... and then use this long-term retreat to practice. I have the opportunity to understand Chen Ping's Talisman Dao inheritance and upgrade my Talisman Dao skills to at least the second level..."

Danya's talisman talent is much better than Fang Xi's, and because she doesn't hesitate to use materials, her progress is rapid, which makes Fang Xi very envious.

At this moment, he took out the prohibition token of the 'Yimu Divine Thunder Formation', sighed, and walked out of the door of the refining room.

A transmission note, like a headless fly, was swaying in mid-air, and Fang Xi caught it in his hand.

"Sure enough, it's a Yan family matter...it seems like it will delay the refining process."

Fang Xi sighed and walked out of the gate.

"Young Master..." Xia Houying, who was already familiar with Fang Xi, immediately stepped forward: "Lingkong Island was attacked by robbery cultivators. The ancestor of the Yan family died, and the Yan family suffered heavy casualties. Yan Hongxiu was sent to ask for an audience with the Young Master and ask him to seek justice. …”

"Well, I understand. Let's take him to the living room."

Fang Xi nodded lightly, but felt something strange in her heart.

'If Ye Sanren doesn't take action, then maybe I will do it... Then, if Yan Hongxiu comes to beg me again, it will be quite interesting...'

Fortunately, he was a serious person and quickly put aside his bad taste and came to the living room.

"Meet Senior Fang!"

Yan Hongxiu was wandering around. When she saw Fang Xi coming in, she immediately knelt down and saluted, with a cry in her voice: "Senior, please let me make the decision..."

"Sigh... Although I have only met Yan Daoyou once, I have already regarded him as a confidant. Don't worry, I will help you with this."

Fang Xi sighed with emotion, held up Yan Hongxiu with her own hands, and said Wen Yan comfortingly.