Jiangcheng, Yuan Family Manor.

At this time, the entire manor seemed gloomy. Although it might be due to the weather, the manor at this time did look gloomy, as if there was a layer of gloom surrounding it.

A light gray mist surrounded the manor. Although it was early summer, the manor was a bit cold and eerie.

Originally, there were many servants waiting in the manor, but at this time, Nuo Da's manor actually seemed a little lonely and empty. Not even a single person could be seen from a distance. Even if someone walked by occasionally, they would walk in a hurry.

Although his face was dull, the fear in his eyes was indeed so strong that it almost overflowed.

At this time, everything in Yuan's manor was strange, and every step was gloomy.

"So brave, so brave! You actually dare to kill this disciple? How can I eliminate the hatred in my heart if I don't skin and bruise that little thief!"

In the small courtyard at the deepest part of the manor, an old man in plain white linen looked at the broken jade plaque in his hand. His eyes were faintly red, veins popped out on his forehead, and his voice could not help but tremble when he spoke.

On the side, the young head of the Yuan family, Yuan Wuji, was kneeling on the ground. His knees were bleeding, soaking into the expensive trousers and stained with the mud on the ground.

He had been kneeling here since last night until the two men in front of him came back, because he knew how serious this matter was. Even if it was not his fault, otherwise, the senior's anger might affect him.

"You beast, what did your father tell you before he left? He asked you to take good care of your senior brother Ling Hua. Is this how you take care of him?"

On the side, the head of the Yuan family, Yuan Qingshan, shouted harshly, the anger in his eyes almost turned into substance, his face was ashen, and his tone was cold.

He has become a nominal senior brother with the man from Nether Demon Island, so the little Taoist priest who stayed in Yuan's family is naturally his son's senior brother.

He has known the owner of Nether Demon Island for decades, and he knew that the old Taoist priest had no children in his life and only had one disciple. The two had been dependent on each other for many years. They had the kindness of master and disciple, but also the relationship between father and son.

Now that the only disciple has been killed, the owner of the Nether Demon Island whose cultivation was at the Nascent Soul stage and has now skyrocketed to an unbelievable level, one can imagine the rage in his heart.

At this time, Yuan Qingshan scolded his son with a cold face, while Yuan Wuji, who was kneeling on the ground, was shaking all over. Even if his knees were bleeding, he did not dare to have any dissatisfaction. He lowered his head and listened quietly to the scolding.

"You're a loser who fails to succeed but fails to succeed, I'll kill you!"

Yuan Qingshan suddenly let out a sharp roar, then raised his hand and slapped Yuan Wuji, who was kneeling on the ground.

Gray mist lingered on the palm, blood flickered, and powerful spiritual energy fluctuations filled the air. The aura was not weaker than that of any monk who had entered the foundation building stage.

Foundation-building monks can easily cut gold, break wood, open monuments and crack stones with just a raise of their hands. Generally speaking, for monks who have reached this level, ordinary thermal weapons are no longer effective, and even heavy snipers with extremely lethal power may not be able to do so.

Penetrating their protective aura.

Therefore, monks who have reached this level have reached the level of immortals in the eyes of mortals.

He can leap dozens of feet, walk in the air for short distances, wave his hands with spiritual light and magical power, giving him a rather immortal demeanor.

Yuan Wuji is just an ordinary mortal. Facing his father's blow, which is comparable to that of a monk in the foundation-building stage, if it really hits, he will definitely not be able to escape and die.

A strong wind swept over him, and a murderous aura hit his face. Yuan Wuji shivered, but still did not dare to get up.

Yuan Qingshan struck down with a palm, a trace of fierceness flashed in his eyes.

"Junior brother, what are you doing?"

Before the palm could reach Yuan Wuji, the palm wind had already hit Yuan Wuji firmly. The young man flew out and hit the wall hard. The wall made of bluestones immediately created a big crater and countless cracks spread.

Then Yuan Wuji fell from the wall, blood dripping from his body, staining the soil red.

He couldn't even let out a scream. The palm wind was so sharp that it shattered countless bones in an instant and even severely damaged his internal organs.

It is said that Yuan Qingshan didn't know why he was crazy, and suddenly made a heavy move on his own son, but was stopped by someone. When he looked again, he saw that the owner of the Underworld Island had grabbed Yuan Qingshan's wrist. The old Taoist priest shook his head gently. , the old face is full of sadness and loneliness.

"Senior brother..."

Yuan Qingshan was about to speak, but was interrupted by the old Taoist priest. He waved his hand, indicating that there was no need to say anything further.

Then, the old Taoist priest walked towards Yuan Wuji, who was lying in a pool of blood and unconscious. He raised his hand and a gray mist flew out and sank into Yuan Wuji's body.

He came over, checked Yuan Wuji's pulse, and then shook his head.

"Junior brother, you struck too hard. All the bones in his body were almost broken and his internal organs were severely damaged." The old Taoist priest stood up and looked at Yuan Qingshan. His eyes were slightly red, but there was not much anger left.

He could see that Yuan Qingshan's palm was merciless and almost killed his son with one palm. His beloved disciple died without any bones left. This really made him furious and murderous, but Yuan Qingshan had already done this. He was really embarrassed to have another attack.

"What happened to Ling Hua was not Wuji's fault, and he is already dead. It won't help if you vent your anger on him, that's all!"

"No! Senior brother, Ling Hua's child is your only disciple. We have been together for many years and have been as close to each other as our own children. Now, because of his incompetence in doing things, he died violently. His whole body was not even left in the capital. How can you forgive him so easily? ?”

Yuan Qingshan's sword eyebrows were raised, the superior demeanor of the head of the Yuan family was fully displayed. When he looked at Yuan Wuji who was in a pool of blood, his eyes were filled with coldness.

"Compared with this, I am more concerned about the thief who killed Ling Hua. Are all Middle-earth Taoist sects so ruthless today? Not even mentioning the murder, not even leaving the corpse behind..."

The Master of the Nether Demon Island, an old Taoist priest who looked like an octogenarian, suddenly had a flash of light in his eyes, the cold light turned into reality, the Taoist crown on his head exploded, his white hair danced wildly, and his murderous aura was frightening.

Through Yuan Wuji's description, he decisively believed that the five major families of the Luo family invited a certain great monk from the Middle Earth Taoist sect to kill his apprentice.

Moreover, at least a strong person with a perfect Golden Elixir stage or above should take action.

Otherwise, just relying on the spiritual banner that he left to his disciples, coupled with the perfect cultivation of Ling Hua's child in the foundation building stage, the ordinary golden elixir stage is no match at all, let alone killing people invisible and leaving no bones.

"Back then, it was enough to destroy my sect, kill my old friends, and force the poor people to run here and there, panicking like a bereaved dog. Now, they still don't even let my disciples go, and they don't even leave their corpses behind. Well, well, well, In this case, the old Taoist has tried his best to have a fight with you, and it is just a matter of life and death, regardless of superiority or inferiority!"

The old Taoist priest had a cold light in his eyes, and then he raised his palm. In his palm, there seemed to be a trace as black as ink, as if left by ink, and in the blur, there was some shape of a knife.

"Shushan, Kunlun, you wait, wait for the old Taoist to come out of seclusion, and let's settle the old and new scores together!"

Then, the old Taoist priest waved his sleeves, turned around and walked in one direction, and Yuan Qingshan watched him leave, silently, until the old Taoist priest's back completely disappeared from sight.

"Someone is coming!"

"master!"

Yuan Qingshan spoke lightly, and then there was a voice immediately. Several bodyguard-looking people appeared in front of him at some point, and knelt down to him respectfully.

"Take that trash to the family hospital and ask Mr. Zhao to diagnose and treat him. If he can be saved, save his life. If not, take him to the funeral parlor!"

"yes!"

Several people carried Yuan Wuji, who had a lot of air coming out but little air coming in, and Yuan Qingshan was the only one left in the yard.

At this time, the head of the Yuan family looked cold and stern, with a fierce light flashing in his eyes. He had half the image of a philistine businessman before.

Although his body is slightly bloated, he has entered middle age after all. As a businessman, this is inevitable. But at this time, his whole body exudes a cold aura. When he stands, his body is tall and straight, and he seems to be possessed by gods and demons as he looks around.

The body is full of majesty without the need for words.

Except for the old Taoist priest, no one knew what they got in that desert, and no one knew that he, Yuan Qingshan, was no longer the ordinary businessman with eyes full of money.

"In your opinion, if Taoist Qian Ming really faces the Middle-earth Taoist sect, what are the chances of winning?"

Yuan Qingshan glanced gloomily in the direction the old Taoist priest was leaving, then turned and walked towards his house. At the same time, his voice was too low to be heard.

"Less than 20%!"

Suddenly, a faint voice sounded, like a ghost, erratic and impossible to understand.

"No way! He is still..." Yuan Qingshan was confused, his face changed and his steps paused.

After they got that thing, Lao Dao Qian Ming's strength took off like a rocket, growing almost in a straight line.

Even a mortal like him with no meridians and no foundation can reach the pinnacle of foundation building in an instant. One can imagine how far a great monk in the Nascent Soul stage will rise.

Moreover, he only got some scraps from the opportunities there. Except for the mysterious existence in his body, all other benefits were obtained by Qian Ming.

In terms of cultivation alone, today's Taoist Qian Ming, not only the best in the world, he can't escape the top three, right?

Plus that one...

"Oh, I think highly of him 20% of the time!" The voice continued to sound faintly.

"You know, twenty years ago, there really was a monk at the immortal level in the human world, but so what, isn't it also a failure? Qian Ming, a junior, has not even survived the heavenly tribulation, how can he turn over the world?

What kind of waves are coming out..."

"Could it be that the true immortal who died back then was a Taoist sect from the Middle Earth..."

Yuan Qingshan's face changed drastically, and his eyes were full of horror.

This news is so scary, it almost breaks the sky.

"What do you think? Are those clowns in the West trying to hurt a true immortal with their shady tricks? Is that worthy?"

The voice continued with mockery and disdain.

"The purple and green swords of Shushan, the divine whip of Kunlun, the Soul-falling Bell of Kongtong, and the Dragon-Tiger Celestial Master Seal of Longhu Mountain, which one is not a super magic weapon of the immortal level?"

"Especially those bastards in Shu Mountain, they also have a Liangyi Dust Formation that is said to be as famous as the Zhuxian Sword Formation. Even if the real immortal in the sky enters, he will have to peel off his skin to come out, and these few things are put together.

Together, even if we face the great gods of the heavens, even the Buddha of the West can give us a fight."

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, it's a pity, it's a pity. If my ancestor could have had that knife in his hand, he might not have been afraid of that thief with long eyebrows!"

"Good guy, the background of the Middle-earth Dao Sect turns out to be so scary..."

Yuan Qingshan was frightened for a while. He thought that if he got the opportunity there, he would be able to soar into the sky. From then on, it would be windy and rainy. Who would have thought...

"Then if that's the case, it seems like this matter needs careful planning!"

Yuan Qingshan closed the door of the study room with his backhand, then sat in front of his desk. With a wave of his hand, a blood-stained jade slip appeared on the desk.

"Those who achieve great things must endure what ordinary people cannot endure!"

"Old Taoist Qian Ming is too impatient, wouldn't he just die as a disciple? Why are you making such a fuss?"

Yuan Qingshan looked at the jade slip in his hand carefully, with a sneer on his lips.

"I hope you and I can have a pleasant cooperation!"

"My ancestor's skills are extraordinary. I hope you won't break your promise, otherwise... hehe..."
Chapter completed!