The Immortal Spiritual Picture

It was not easy to survive the battle. If they were killed by the self-explosion of the Black Wind Demon King, they would have no place to complain.

Qi Zhi and several Jindan cultivators quietly moved closer to the ground and killed some third-level monsters.

Several seriously injured Jindan cultivators took out defensive magic weapons to protect themselves, sat cross-legged in meditation, took healing pills and began to heal their wounds.

On this side, Lan Ling looked at the Black Wind Demon King who was in a dilemma expressionlessly, and his voice was full of temptation when he opened his mouth.

"As long as you give me the demon pill, you don't have to worry about the burden of the demon clan.

Come on, give me the demon pill, and I will give you this burden.

Also, I will avenge the Purple Stone Demon King for abandoning you, how about it?"

The Black Wind Demon King looked inward at the inner pill in his abdomen. He listened to the words of the Blue Ling Demon King and felt that what he said made a lot of sense. He couldn't help but open his mouth, and a black inner pill the size of an adult's fist flew out.

Patriarch Lan Ling stared at the inner elixir, with beads of sweat on his forehead. He pinched his fingers and the exquisite pagoda instantly enveloped the Black Wind Demon King.

The moment the exquisite pagoda enveloped the Black Wind Demon King, the Black Wind Demon King instantly regained consciousness. He looked at the pale-faced Patriarch Lan Ling with horror in his eyes, so he desperately urged his inner elixir.

However, how could Patriarch Lan Ling let him do what he wanted?

A talisman flew out of his sleeve and sealed the inner elixir.

In an instant, the Black Wind Demon King lost the sense of the inner elixir.

And many low-level cultivators in the low sky saw that the Black Wind Demon King was taken into the exquisite pagoda, and they couldn't help but cheer.

After subduing the Black Wind Demon King, Patriarch Lan Ling finally breathed a sigh of relief. He took out a pill and swallowed it.

Continuously activating the spiritual treasure and secret technique really consumed a lot of his true energy.

As soon as he took the pill, Qi Zhi and Feng Yidao escaped over.

Before they could speak, Patriarch Lan Ling looked at the pale Qi Zhi, smiled, and said:

"Little guy, you did a good job!"

With only two fifth-level spiritual talismans, he injured the fifth-level purple rhino and frightened him so that he dared not attack.

It is rare for a child who grew up in a greenhouse to have such courage. He looks much more pleasing to the eye than those old guys.

Qi Zhi bowed and thanked:

"On behalf of all the cultivators here, I would like to thank Senior Lan Ling for his help.

Thank you for your praise."

Patriarch Lan Ling smiled and said:

"I am praising you sincerely, but even if you say so, I will still accept the reward for saving you and your senior brother."

Qi Zhi smiled awkwardly, and just when he was about to say something, he saw Patriarch Lan Ling suddenly look away and said:

"Oh!

It seems that I don't need to talk to you, your parents are here."

Qi Zhi was stunned, and after reacting, he couldn't help but look over in the direction of Patriarch Lan Ling's gaze.

The low-level cultivators on the ground only saw a very fast green light in the sky suddenly stop in front of Qi Zhi and Zhan Tian Patriarch.

The green light dissipated, and Patriarch Hao Feng appeared in everyone's sight.

Patriarch Hao Feng swept Qi Zhi and Feng Yi Dao with his spiritual sense, and he breathed a sigh of relief after seeing that they were all fine, and his heart was relieved.

"Thank you, Daoist Fellow Lan Ling, for saving my son and my disciple. Hao Feng is very grateful."

Patriarch Hao Feng bowed to Master Lan Ling sincerely to express his gratitude.

Patriarch Lan Ling smiled and said:

"It's a coincidence that I just arrived at the frontline a few days ago and I encountered the demon clan breaking the contract;

Since I promised you to kill a fifth-level middle-grade demon king, I will naturally fulfill my promise. As for saving fellow Taoist Qi, we were just talking about it."

Speaking of this, Qi Zhi winked at Patriarch Hao Feng, and Feng Yidao transmitted the message to Patriarch Hao Feng, quickly telling the whole process of Patriarch Lan Ling's subjugation of the Black Wind Demon King.

Patriarch Lan Ling's cultivation was higher than both of them, and he specialized in the Illusion Dao technique. Naturally, he heard Feng Yidao's message, but he didn't say anything, and his expression was smiling all the time.

I saw that Patriarch Haofeng's expression remained unchanged, and he said:

"Fellow Daoist Lan Ling saved my son and apprentice, so I will naturally thank you handsomely.

So, my wife is refining a furnace of elixirs recently, which is very useful to us, the mid-stage Nascent Soul cultivators. When my wife succeeds in refining the elixir, I will give one of them to Fellow Daoist Lan Ling as a thank you gift, how about that?"

Patriarch Haofeng seemed to be generous, but he actually felt a little pain in his heart.

Although he didn't know what elixir his mother was refining, but...

Qi Zhi secretly looked at his father and thought:

It seems that the elixir refined this time is extraordinary, and my father's face is about to twitch with heartache.

Patriarch Xuanlin of Haoran Sect is the most outstanding fifth-level alchemist in the entire East Wilderness. Although other Nascent Soul cultivators can refine elixirs to some extent, they can't compare with Patriarch Xuanlin in terms of attainments. Patriarch Lan Ling naturally knows this.

The elixir that Patriarch Haofeng mentioned is very useful for mid-stage Nascent Soul cultivators. It must be something extraordinary. It could be an elixir that can help Nascent Soul cultivators break through. If you have one, it will be easier to advance to the late stage of Nascent Soul in the future.

Thinking of this, Patriarch Lan Ling's smile became more sincere.

"In that case, I will not refuse it.

By the way, I killed the fifth-level middle-grade demon king today. I hope that Daoist Zhan Tian, ​​Daoist Hao Feng and Xiaoyou Qi can be witnesses for me. I will not go to the other two old guys to explain this matter."

After saying that, Patriarch Lan Ling was about to leave.

However, Patriarch Haofeng tried to stop him:

"Wait a minute, Daoist Fellow Lan Ling."

Patriarch Lan Ling paused,

"What?

Does Daoist Fellow Haofeng have anything else to say?"

Patriarch Haofeng smiled and transmitted his voice:

The fifth-grade middle-grade elixir needs to be taken within an hour after it is refined, otherwise the efficacy will be reduced by half, and Madam can refine this elixir in half a year at most, or at least three months;

I want to invite Daoist Fellow Lan Ling to visit the Saint Peak of Haoran Sect. When Madam comes out of retreat, my husband and I can formally entertain Daoist Fellow Lan Ling for saving my son and beloved disciple.

Hearing what he said, Patriarch Lan Ling thought for a while and nodded,

"Then I'm sorry to bother Daoist Fellow Haofeng and his wife."

Patriarch Haofeng smiled and said a few polite words, and then gave Qi Zhi and Feng Yidao a storage bag each, and then gave some instructions before leaving with Patriarch Lan Ling.

Seeing the two people fleeing far away, Feng Yidao asked Qi Zhi

"Master, what does this mean?"

Qi Zhi touched his chin,

"Father may want to recruit Senior Lan Ling!"

After all, just now, the magical power of the illusion displayed by Ancestor Lan Ling was very amazing. In less than half an hour, with just a few words, he got the demon pill of the demon king.

This ability is undeniable.

To be fair, Qi Zhi felt that his father and mother did not have such ability.

Of course, it is not to say that the magical powers of Ancestor Haofeng and Ancestor Xuanlin are inferior to Ancestor Lan Ling. It can only be said that every inch has its own strengths and weaknesses.

But...

Qi Zhi looked at the direction where Ancestor Lan Ling and his father fled, and always felt as if he had missed something. It seemed that there was something to remind or tell his father?