Chapter 50 Six Flying Needles

The expression of the White Mist Mountain Patriarch was quite strange, but he mechanically raised his hand and gently retracted the magic rope, and Ning Daoran immediately regained his freedom.

At this time, with the death of Master Huanglong, the outer Nine Yin Soul Gathering Formation lost its magic support and collapsed rapidly.

"You... no... you're not..."

The ancestor of Baiwu Mountain was shocked, but it was too late to stop what was happening.

Ning Daoran performed the Riding the Wind Free and Easy Technique and quickly captured the corpse of Master Huang Long. The moment he got the storage bag, he turned over and jumped down from the upper floor of Yipin Pavilion.

After a stumble, he retreated several steps with the Autumn Water Sword in his hand, and appeared on the street of Huanglongfang City with an extremely pale face.

“You! You…”

Outside the Yipin Pavilion, several Chaos Sect’s foundation-building elders were stunned.

"Uncle Huang."

Ning Daoran gritted his teeth and said, "Don't worry, it's me... The old guy surnamed Long was unlucky. When he took over the body, his life span just ran out and he died on the spot..."

"real?"

Huang Chengyan was pleasantly surprised.

At this moment, a beam of fiery red light with a terrifying aura came from the direction of Chaos Sect, and with a "bang" it exploded in the air with a flame dozens of feet high.

After the light faded away, a burly old man who was unkempt was revealed. He was not wearing the uniform of an inner sect elder, but only a short shirt. He had white hair and a youthful face.

He was in excellent physical condition, and when he stood there he looked like a huge burning furnace.

Great Elder, Gong Yangyan! "Great Elder, you are finally here!"

An outer sect foundation building elder said respectfully, "The White Mist Mountain Patriarch and True Man Huang Long set up a trap in the market town, trying to take over the body of my Chaos Sect disciple Ning Daoran. Fortunately, before the possession ceremony was completed, the old villain True Man Huang Long ran out of life and died on the spot."

"knew!"

Gong Yangyan raised his eyebrows slightly and looked at the ancestor of Baiwu Mountain.

"Fellow Daoist, please listen to my explanation..."

The ancestor of Baiwu Mountain was horrified.

"I'll listen to your mother's explanation!"

Gong Yang Yan took action directly, the aura of the True Yang Furnace Art rose up, a flaming palm fell from the air, and several high-quality spiritual weapons flew out, wrapped in flames and took action directly!

Although the ancestor of Baiwu Mountain was in the middle stage of foundation building, his foundation was not solid enough. He was no match for Gongyang Yan, a great cultivator who had been in the late stage of foundation building for many years. He was defeated in just a few rounds.

After the fiery red palm blade swept past, the ancestor of Baiwu Mountain was cut in half.

"ah??!"

A crowd of onlookers were shocked.

The old man from Baiwu Mountain didn't shed a single drop of blood. There was no internal organs at the place where his waist was cut off, but only some instruments and metal things.

"puppet?"

Huang Chengyan's expression was stern: "The ancestor of Baiwu Mountain has actually been refined into a puppet?"

Ning Daoran was stunned for a moment, then he understood it after thinking it through in his mind.

It is thought that when the Fire Scale Beast was hunted, the ancestor of Baiwu Mountain was still himself, but was later captured by Master Huanglong and refined into a puppet.

It was also when I saw the ancestor of Baiwu Mountain again in Huanglong Market that I felt that his speech and expression were a little strange. Although he was very lifelike, there was still a little difference between him and a living person.

Zhenren Huanglong's puppetry technique is quite advanced. Whether it is magic power or soul, the ancestor of Baiwu Mountain can deceive almost everyone.

"snort!"

Gong Yangyan raised his hand and took the storage bag of the Baiwu Mountain ancestor.

"Reporting to the Great Elder..."

Ning Daoran's heart moved, and he said respectfully: "When I went out to train with my three senior brothers and sisters Lin Sheng, Lin Zhuojun, and Liu Ruyan, the White Mist Mountain Patriarch forced me to trade a second-level fire attribute demon core. I wonder if it is still there."

"snort!"

The corner of Gong Yangyan's mouth twitched.

Ning Daoran, you almost got possessed just now. If it were any other disciple, they would still be in shock. But you are still thinking about this? He glanced at it, took out the fire attribute demon core from the storage bag and threw it to Ning Daoran.

As the great elder of the inner sect, he doesn't care about such things.

…

At this moment, a ray of golden light came from the north.

“Swish!”

A beautiful figure appeared in front of everyone, wearing a light blue dress, with a pretty face as delicate as a piece of jade, so beautiful that it was beyond words, and the aura of an early stage golden elixir surging from her whole body.

It was Jiang Yu, the leader of the Chaos Sect, also known as the Big Sister!

"Meet the Sect Master!"

A group of elders and disciples bowed.

Ning Daoran also followed suit and saluted.

"Um."

Jiang Yu flew up and checked the bodies of Zhenren Huanglong and the Patriarch of Baiwu Mountain, and then walked towards the crowd.

"I know everything. I didn't expect that after failing to form an infant after lying dormant for many years, Master Huanglong would take the risk of using the method of possessing another's body to continue his luck, and even chose a disciple from my Chaos Sect."

She walked towards Ning Daoran with her slender legs, "Are you Junior Brother Ning?"

"Yes, I have met Senior Sister."

"Um."

There was golden light flowing in Jiang Yu's eyes. She looked at Ning Daoran deeply, raised her jade hand and placed it on his shoulder.

'Are you testing me?'

Ning Daoran was slightly startled, and silently practiced the Breath-Containing Technique to its peak.

As usual, his realm remained at the seventh level of Qi Refining, the second level of Changqing Jue, the minor success of Yanyang Jue, and the minor success of Tempering Body Jue, which were all excellent but not top-notch levels.

"Buzz~~~"

Inside his body, the eleventh level of the Evergreen Art was moving slightly, and the ray of spiritual energy that Jiang Yu had penetrated into his body was almost aroused to the point where he could not hold back.

Ning Daoran hurriedly forced himself to suppress it, and immediately there was only a slight fluctuation.

"not bad."

Jiang Yu raised the corner of his mouth slightly: "Junior Brother Ning's cultivation is quite good. I heard that you are not only in the late stage of Qi Refining, but also a second-level spiritual farmer. I wonder if it is true?"

"My Lord, it is true."

"Oh, if I have the chance, I would like to try the green bamboo rice grown by Junior Brother Ning himself."

"You're welcome, Senior Sister."

Ning Daoran immediately slapped his storage bag and took out two hundred kilograms of green bamboo rice.

Jiang Yu actually accepted it and put it directly into the storage bag.

A group of elders were stunned. Good fellow, it was you, Ning Daoran, who bribed the sect leader in front of so many people! "Well, I frightened Junior Brother Ning today. It was my negligence as the sect leader and the senior sister. You go back to the mountain and have a good rest. I will take care of the rest."

"Yes, Senior Sister."

Ning Daoran returned to Qiongbi Peak under the escort of an outer sect foundation-building elder. The standard was so high that he was even escorted by an outer sect elder this time.

…

Wind Stop Tower.

Jiang Yu slowly sat down on the rattan chair in the main seat, looking dignified and generous, but also a bit domineering.

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

"Master uncles, is everything really as Ning Daoran said?"

"Exactly."

Huang Chengyan said respectfully: "Master, I have been guarding Fengzhi Tower. Junior Brother Ning has informed me before that the ancestor of Baiwu Mountain has organized a trade fair in Yipin Pavilion.

Junior Brother Ning was a cautious person, so his subordinates transferred two junior brothers who were in the foundation-building stage from the mountain. However, they did not expect that such a big thing would still happen.

That Huanglong Zhenren suddenly used a lower-grade third-order Nine Yin Soul Gathering Formation in the First-class Pavilion, trying to forcibly take over Junior Brother Ning's body. We are waiting..."

He looked guilty and knelt on one knee: "We dare not fight with a real person in the late Jindan period. Please punish us, Sect Master."

"snort!"

Jiang Yu said calmly, "Here in my Chaos Sect's territory, holding a second-level formation, he actually allowed the old thief Huang Long to do evil. He really deserves to be punished. The four elders in question will be exempted from two years of monthly payments. Do you have any objections?"

"We have no objection and will leave it to the Sect Master to decide!"

"Okay, everyone, get up."

Jiang Yu said: "The Long family supported by Huang Long Zhenren has been dominating Shanyang County for a long time. In the past, they had the support of Huang Long Zhenren, who is in the late Jindan stage, but now they don't have it anymore.

Since Master Huanglong disregards our Chaos Sect and dares to seize the body of our Chaos Sect's disciple, then we don't have to be polite.

There are only three foundation-building masters in the Long family now. I will bring ten foundation-building masters to visit the Long family in person and give us the full compensation for the Chaos Sect."

"The master is wise!"

The eldest elder Gong Yang Yan sneered and said, "The Luo family of Baiwu Mountain is not a good thing. The ancestor of Baiwu Mountain once forced nephew Ning to buy a second-level fire attribute demon core. Otherwise... I will bring a few foundation-building people to uproot the Luo family of Baiwu Mountain?"

"Can."

Jiang Yu said softly, "I heard that the Luo family of Baiwu Mountain has a peerless genius with a second-grade ice spirit root. If Master Uncle really wants to take action against the Luo family of Baiwu Mountain, this child must not be kept."

"I see."

Gong Yangyan nodded: "The news here will spread quickly, the sooner the better, let's set off now!"

Suddenly, rays of light left Fengzhi Tower.

One way went to the family where Master Huanglong lived, and the other way went to the Luo family in Baiwu Mountain.

…

evening.

As the sun sets, the scenery is infinitely beautiful.

Ning Daoran lay on the bamboo lounge chair on the second floor, looking at the afterglow of the sunset.

He recalled running under the sunset that year. It feels so good to be alive. In the future, he must continue to strengthen his safety awareness and consider more unexpected factors.

The world of cultivating immortals is dangerous, and this time, a golden elixir just appeared right under Feng Zhilou's nose.

The next time might be the Nascent Soul or the God Transformation stage. If I really encounter that, then my cultivation of immortals will come to an end.

“Ahhh~~~”

At the side, the big stupid deer stretched out its front hoof and rubbed Ning Daoran's shoulder, indicating that it was okay and everything was over.

"Um."

Ning Daoran turned around and looked in the direction of the fish pond.

When his own body was possessed, Xiao Heizi rammed the spirit beast bag frantically to save his master, and several scales on his forehead were knocked off.

Although I don't know whether it is acting or real, its protectiveness towards its master is still commendable. I'll make less pickled fish in the future to avoid scaring its fragile little heart.

After dinner.

Ning Daoran and Dabenlu were practicing martial arts underground, while Chen Weimo was practicing on the second floor.

"Nephew Ning!"

Suddenly, an elder's voice was heard from outside.

Huang Chengyan, the foundation-building elder who guards Fengzhi Tower, actually took the initiative to visit.

"It's Uncle Huang."

Ning Daoran quickly flew to the surface, dispersed the small cloud and mist formation, and invited Uncle Huang in.

In the living room, Dabenlu made tea while Ning Daoran sat on the floor with Huang Chengyan.

"My dear nephew, today's matter..."

Huang Chengyan's face was filled with guilt, and he said, "Facing a great late Jindan master... I, as his uncle, really don't have the courage to take action. Please forgive me, nephew. I really..."

"I understand."

Ning Daoran said immediately: "Uncle Huang, I really don't blame you at all. I know better than anyone else what it feels like to face the terrifying spiritual pressure of a high-level cultivator. Not to mention Uncle Huang, I myself don't have the heart to resist."

He frowned and said in a deep voice: "Uncle Master, if I were in your shoes, I would probably do the same. Under such circumstances, waiting and watching is the most sensible choice. If you really forcefully attack the Nine Yin Soul Gathering Formation, I'm afraid the final result may not be as good as it is now."

"My dear nephew, you are really considerate..."

Huang Chengyan said: "But I am really ashamed to be your uncle today. If I don't do something, I am afraid that my thoughts will not be clear. Here, this is a small gift from you, nephew, you must accept it!"

As he spoke, Huang Chengyan slapped his storage bag, and a small, exquisite brocade box flew out.

In the brocade box, six flying needles were neatly arranged, the needle tips glowing with cold light, and flowing with the aura of a first-grade top-grade magical weapon.

(End of this chapter)