On the peaks on the west side of Ningfeng Island, under the faint moonlight, seventeen or eighteen people were quietly climbing over the mountains and heading towards the island.

Ningfeng Island has a wide port and a flat road leading there, but these people are looking far and far, so naturally they have other intentions.

Among these people, seven or eight of them had faint fluctuations in their vitality, and they were obviously cultivators; while the powerless mortals accounted for most of them, including elderly people, dolls of a few years old, and several female relatives.

There were also several young and strong laborers who pushed heavy box trucks to walk the mountain road, which seemed extremely difficult.

"Be careful that these are the family business that my Ning family has accumulated over hundreds of years. If they fall to the foot of the mountain, they will be ruined," a luxuriously decorated old man reminded.

"Yes, there are also things in there for me and a few people, so be careful," a young man with thick eyebrows said with a sneer. Although his feet were rugged, he seemed to be walking on flat ground, calm and calm. From this point, it can be seen that he is an immortal cultivator, and he is the highest among these monks at present.

"As long as Master Fang sent us to Yunlan Island for refuge, half of the family wealth here can be taken away." The old man nodded. He touched the heavy treasure chest, but his eyes were somewhat reluctant.

"Father..." A middle-aged man next to the old man frowned and wanted to say something, but was interrupted by the old man waved his hand and said in a low voice: "Now that the great disaster is ahead, it is important for my Ning family to save his life. Money and family resources are just external things. As long as people are fine, there will always be a chance to accumulate countless wealth."

The old man, the female family and others obviously rarely climbed the barren mountains like this, because they were not strong enough and were unhappy. The cultivators kept urging.

The young monk frowned and said, "Old man Ning, you should move faster. In two hours, it will be better for me to take turns for a few people. Not long ago, another group of cultivators suddenly came to sit on this island. If they discovered it, I would not be able to leave."

A female family member in her thirties and forties suddenly spoke, "You are all immortal masters hired by my master. How can you be so rude to my master? Nearly a hundred people from Ning's family were going to leave this island, but you were waiting for every effort to obstruct you, saying that you could only bring ten people away, so that we could endure the separation of life and death..."

"Stop talking, how dare you be rude to the immortal master?" The old man hurriedly planned to say this woman, and then apologized to the young monk: "She is just a woman, with a shallow knowledge and accusations from the intent. She has never dealt with immortal cultivators. Please forgive her a lot."

The young monk snorted coldly, and did not attack.

"Brother Fang is so kind. If Xing was pointed at by a mortal, Xing would immediately let her enjoy the pain of digging her eyes and breaking her tongue." Another monk said to him in a secret voice.

The young man also sent a message saying, "Hmph, Fang just didn't want to make trouble. He just waited for them to board the boat and left the island. On the way, we would kill them all and take all the money of Ning's family. After the insect storm, we would buy another mortal island, so that we could control the life and death of countless mortals and be a hero who dominates the world and covers the sky. It would be better than continuing to be a trembling low-level monk in the world of immortal cultivation."

"I heard that the Ning family has a little relationship with a nearby sect, which is not big or small. What we have to do is to be neat, otherwise it may cause trouble." A monk reminded.

In the South Sea where natural disasters continue and monsters appear, no matter how powerful the mortal forces are, they must rely on the cultivators to survive. Therefore, these larger mortal families will maintain contact with nearby immortal cultivation sects, either sending disciples and women, or tribute some basic treasures. Only in this way can these aristocratic families not be targeted by immortal cultivators with ulterior motives; otherwise, any low-level cultivator can turn a mortal into a world.

"What Brother Liu said is that this insect plague is an opportunity, and there is no trace of what can be dealt with." The young man surnamed Fang smiled slightly.

The group finally climbed over the hill and rushed to the island. After arriving at the island, the young man surnamed Fang took out a three-inch iron ship from his arms, injected a magic power, and threw it into the sea.

The iron ship soared in the sea, and it suddenly turned into a dark boat more than ten feet long.

The mortals in the Ning family were all very surprised when they saw this method.

"Come up," said the young man surnamed Fang with a smug smile.

Everyone was about to get on the boat, and suddenly a sudden shout shook the world like a thunderbolt:

"Where are you going to wait?"

When the young man surnamed Fang and others heard this, their faces changed drastically. Then they saw that several lights of light flew from the island not far away, at a very fast speed.

A moment later, Li Muran, Elder Lin and several disciples of the Shenyou period, including Wu Gong, rushed here one after another.

"Junior Brother Li is indeed cautious in his actions and does not forget to explore the divine thoughts far away late at night. Otherwise, it would be impossible to find them under the dark night." Elder Lin praised.

Just now, he and Li Muran flew past from a distance, and Li Muran suddenly discovered something abnormal here.

He didn't know that in fact, Li Muran did not disperse the divine thoughts far away and explored the surroundings, because doing so was quite troublesome, and it would consume a lot of divine thoughts for a long time. However, Li Muran practiced the dark eye technique, and his vision was even more amazing in the night. He suddenly found that someone was moving around the desolate and remote island here.

When the old man from the Ning family saw these immortal cultivators flying directly into the air, he knew that he had seen the more powerful master in the rumors, he hurriedly kowtowed and bowed: "Seeking the immortal master to be generous and let the villain leave this island. These are the money accumulated by my Ning family for hundreds of years, and can be dedicated to all the immortal masters."

As he said that, the old man waved his sleeves and signaled the young and strong men to push the heavy treasure chest forward.

Wu Gong shook his head and popped up a fireball on the treasure chest. The latter immediately burned violently in a flame and turned into worry-free in an instant.

Secular treasures, even the hardest gold, silver and jewelry, cannot withstand a wisp of true fire from the cultivator.

"Hmph, even the secular treasures are not even favored by the lower class. Such a master as a family teacher is not something you can buy by a mortal," Wu Gong said sneered.

The old man's face was pale. In the eyes of these people, he had no interest in unboxing and immediately turned into ashes. He was completely lost in his mind and collapsed to the ground.

Li Muran said to the old man of the Ning family: "In terms of age, this immortal master is more than enough to be your ancestor and elder. I asked you, why did you collude with these immortal cultivators and leave the island overnight?"

The old man dared not hide it. He kowtowed and said, "The villain had a little relationship with Su Xinmen, the immortal cultivator. He found out that a terrible natural disaster would come soon. If he wanted to save his life, he could only go to a large island like Yunlan Island, so he fled overnight."

"Su Xin Sect?" Li Muran was stunned.

Wu Gong immediately said, "That is a small sect that is not in the right place. There are only some Shenyou cultivators and no one in the Dharma-Speed ​​Elder. It is normal for the master to not hear it."

"Well," Li Muran nodded and murmured in his heart: "Even the small sects know some news. It seems that insect disasters will spread all over the world soon. If it causes panic, it will not be easy to manage.

Thinking of this, Li Muran looked at the old man again, suddenly felt aroused in his heart, and said, "What is your Ning family among the mortals in Ningfeng Island?"

The old man seemed to hear a turnaround and immediately replied: "The Ning family is the largest family on the island, and the villain is also the lord of Ningfeng City. He has a slight position in the secular world and can work hard for the immortal masters."

Li Muran nodded again and said, "This is how you do it today, I will not pursue your actions for the time being. But you have to do something for me."

"It depends on the instructions of the immortal master, and the villain will never refuse to die." The old man saw a glimmer of hope and thanked him repeatedly.

Li Muran said: "The natural disaster is coming, and it is true. However, all the immortal masters of ours will sit on this island and live and die with you, so you don't need to panic. However, in order to avoid unnecessary chaos, matters related to natural disasters should not be spread more and more outrageous on the island. Since you are the lord of a city, you naturally know how to control rumors and not let rumors disturb people's hearts. If mortals on the island cause riots, it will affect us to guard this island. This immortal master is the first to ask you."

"If you do well, this immortal master will also reward you whether you want to get rid of your illness or prolong your life."

For monks in Li Muran's realm, it is just a matter of raising hands to eliminate the deep-rooted stubborn diseases in the body of mortals, or to make a mortal live for a hundred years.

The old man was overjoyed and said, "The villain must be beautiful and beautiful, and ensure that there is no sound of wind and exposure, the villain does not seek to prolong his life. If he can satisfy the immortal master, I don't know if the immortal master can transform the villain's only grandson, consecrate him, so that he can also become an immortal cultivator."

"Consecration?" Li Muran was slightly stunned. He glanced at the four or five-year-old child beside the old man, and said with a smile: "Okay, I am a sage master to promise you."

The old man was overjoyed and thanked him repeatedly, and the other families of the Ning family also knelt down with him.

Wu Gong murmured from the side: "The fate these mortals have cultivated for countless lifetimes can actually talk to a senior master with a Dharma-level period, and get a promise of consecration."

The members of the Ning family bid farewell to return to the island. The low-level monks who participated still did not dare to move.

"You should have been on the rotation, but you left your post without permission and intend to escape privately. The crime should be punished," Li Muran said with a sharp look on his face.

These people were shocked and hurriedly knelt down and begged for mercy.
Chapter completed!