Fang Qingya was driving the flying magic weapon at a very fast pace. She always had the same dream for ten consecutive days. In the dream, there were corpses everywhere in Qinzong, and her senior brother Qin Cang was hung under the archway of Tingyu Pavilion, covered in blood.

She finally couldn't help but want to go back and see him. After so long, she found that she still had him in her heart.

The sky ahead was blood red, approaching, and a bloody smell of soaring into the sky filled with it.

Fang Qingya urgently stopped the flying magic weapon and quickly turned around. She wanted to stay away from bypassing her. Her strength was only a mirror of transformation of the gods. In the world of cultivating immortals, her strength was not even enough to protect herself, and she could only avoid it from afar when encountering problems.

Whoosh, a spiritual boat chased her at a very fast speed, and in just a moment she caught up. Two robbery immortals flashed out of the spiritual boat and blocked her in front of her.

"Who are you? Why are you blocking my way?" Fang Qingya's eyes noticed the words Feixian embroidered on the hem of the other party's clothing, and her expression was a little nervous.

Neither of the two robbery immortals answered her words, and one of them flashed and appeared in front of Fang Qingya, reached out and grabbed her neck.

Although Fang Qingya has improved her strength to the mirror of Transformation of God through the enlightenment of the Heart of Beiming, she still has no resistance in front of the Tribulation Immortal. She was even locked in her neck without even reacting and could not move.

Fang Qingya is an extremely beautiful woman. She had a place for the four beauties in Zhongzhou back then, but the man had no sympathy for the fragrance and jade. With the force in his hands, Fang Qingya's face suddenly turned pale and her consciousness gradually became blurred.

"I'm going to die? It's a pity. I don't know how my senior brother is doing. Senior brother, goodbye forever. Senior brother, Qingya really wants to look at you again." At this moment, Fang Qingya didn't have any fear of death, but she just had some regrets and a little regret. It would have been great if she hadn't left back then. No matter what he became, at least I would have been with him.

Fang Qingya sighed in her heart. She felt her neck loosening and her body began to sink, and the speed became faster and faster. The sound of the wind that caused when she sank was rushing in her ears?

Suddenly, she felt her body pause, and the speed of sinking began to slow down. Am I dead? Fang Qingya's consciousness asked, and it turned out that death was not that scary, at least, it didn't hurt!

"Girl, are you okay?" A voice rang in her ear.

Fang Qingya slowly opened her eyes. When the man saw her open her eyes, he let go of his hand holding her waist. Fang Qingya rolled her eyes. They were no longer in the air and landed on the ground. The two robbers who wanted to kill him had fallen aside, and they were already exasperated.

Even if Fang Qingya was stupid, she knew what was going on. She hurriedly thanked the man in front of her, "Thank you for helping you, I don't know what you call me."

"Ye Ling!" Ye Ling waved his hand slightly, did not talk to her anymore, and flew towards the direction that emitted blood.

Fang Qingya originally wanted to bypass that direction, but after taking a little effort, she flew over and moved towards the place where the smell of blood was emitted.

This is a mortal city, but there is no living person except for the dozen cultivators in the sky above. Countless corpses lie in the streets. Those corpses have one common feature, and their blood is stripped away and they all become mummies.

Fang Qingya stared blankly at the hell-like scene in front of her, and her stomach churned. Ye Ling held a spear and her body seemed to teleport. Suddenly, she flashed everywhere. Every time he flashed, a cultivator died. In less than half a moment, there were only two living people in the entire city.

Ye Ling pulled his gun, turned his head, looked at Fang Qingya with an expressionless face, turned around and looked up, his spiritual power was circulating, and the huge blood ball over the city was pulled and fell down by him.

A trace of blood scattered into the mummy bodies below the city. With the blood fusion, the corpses gradually became full. However, no miracle happened, and they were still corpses.

Ye Ling's spear danced, and a huge pit appeared on the ground. Under the guidance of his spiritual power, corpses fell into the pit.

A pothole filled, he swung his gun and built a huge grave. He walked to the side and shot out a pothole again, and his spiritual power continued to pull the corpse into it.

Fang Qingya couldn't help, so she could only stand aside and watch. After a long time, all the mortals of mortals except for the corpses of more than a dozen cultivators in the entire city had been buried by Ye Ling.

He sat cross-legged on the spot, and more than a dozen corpses of robbery rose up in the air, one after another, and turned into blood mist. The blood mist gathered and condensed into blood clouds. A cyclone appeared above Ye Ling's head. The blood cloud was pulled by the cyclone and turned into countless blood-colored silk threads, which merged into his body.

Fang Qingya looked at Ye Ling's movements blankly, and a chill in her heart couldn't help feeling.

An hour later, Ye Ling stood up and saw Fang Qingya still standing there, and said in surprise: "Miss yet?"

Fang Qingya was not not not leaving. She was really scared by Ye Ling's actions of those cultivators who had just been devoured, so she was stunned. When she heard Ye Ling's words, her expression changed. She turned to Ye Ling's slightly blessed body, and she turned around. She didn't even have a flying magic weapon. She went directly into the air and flew away quickly.

Ye Ling shook his head slightly, and he slowly walked to the huge graves, thought about it, and erected a huge stone tablet in front of each grave.

The stone tablet was not engraved, and I don’t know how to engrave it. The entire mortal city was dead and no one would come to worship it.

Ye Ling was about to leave, and Fang Qingya was driving the flying magic weapon and rushed towards this side at a very fast speed. Three figures were chasing her behind. The three of them were all moving in the air. Although their realm had reached the Immortal of Tribulation, they could not catch up with Fang Qingya as soon as possible, allowing her to successfully escape to Ye Ling.

When Fang Qingya saw Ye Ling, she breathed a sigh of relief, quickly fell down, and hid behind Ye Ling.

The three of them seemed to have not taken Ye Ling seriously. After falling down, they approached step by step.

Ye Ling knew their identities by looking at their clothes. He took out his spear and his body suddenly disappeared. In just three breaths, the three zombies were pierced through the neck and exploded into blood mist.

Ye Ling waved his hand, and the blood mist condensed into beads. He did not swallow it again, but instead reached out to take out a porcelain bottle, put the blood beads into the porcelain bottle and put it into the Qiankun bag.

Ye Ling turned around, he did not talk to Fang Qingya, and left step by step.

"Young Master Ye stayed." Fang Qingya spoke.

Ye Ling paused slightly, but did not stop or look back. His body flashed and disappeared out of thin air.

Fang Qingya was stunned. She rubbed her eyes and looked at the place where Ye Ling disappeared. She could only sigh helplessly. She looked at the huge wordless tombstones erected in the city. She felt unreasonable panic in her heart, and quickly drove the flying magic weapon away.

Fang Qingya felt that today was her unlucky day. It took less than a hundred miles to go, but she was blocked by two catastrophe immortals. From the eyes of these two people with malicious intentions, she felt a little bad.
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