Technology changes the life of cultivators

Ximen Wushang waved his sword to block, and said with a wry smile: "Come... hahaha, you come, you are so big... take a tribe to be buried with you, I... I didn't die unjustly..."

On a flying boat full of strange rocks and fairy trees, Ye Jianling was meditating with his eyes closed on the third floor. There were a thousand real fairy brothers busy, so there was really no need to run back and forth.

"Little Ye Zi, look at the sky, what is that?"

Zhuo Shan knocked on the door, shouting in surprise.

"What's the matter?"

Ye Jianling stood up, waved his hands back to hide the formation, and the moment he opened the door, his mouth opened wide in surprise.

"I wipe it? Which broken palm symbol of the Five Elements Sect is this? Is it a distress signal?"

This thing is too high and clear, one is in the south and the other is in the north, but the palms are all pointing to the northwest.

Zhuo Shan was more honest, he said with a solemn expression: "Little Yezi, it must be a disciple of the Five Elements Sect who is in danger, we can't just ignore death!"

Ye Jianling also knew that everyone is now a member of the Five Elements Sect, so how could he ignore it?

"Start the Immortal Boat Formation immediately. Brother, I will take a step first. You all follow quickly, aiming for the northwest!"

Ye Jianling summoned the Sword of Wind, and disappeared in a flash.

"Oh, Brother Sword Spirit, this broken sword is too slow, ride me and ride me!"

A bronze stove with a big belly waved its head and tail in the air and said invitingly.

Ye Jianling had a black thread all over his head, put away the Wind Sword, and stepped up helplessly.

"Whoosh!"

The blue shadow is like electricity, it is difficult to see clearly.

In fact, Ye Jianling was only tens of thousands of miles away from the place where the incident happened, and it was only ten minutes when he arrived!

Beneath it was a large and disorganized tribe, numbering in the millions.

Countless carriages and horses were being packed urgently, women and children were crying and shouting.

Ye Jianling put away the furnace of heaven and earth, and used the sword of Yin to hide his whereabouts.

Is this tribe ready to move?No, this is a sign of fleeing. Could it be that they provoked the people from the Five Elements Sect?
After a quick sweep of consciousness, I found it!
A real fairy man who was dying and covered in blood like a gourd was trapped in a ball and was being thrown on a carriage.

Ye Jianling glanced at the sky, and reached out to grab the man in his hand. The immortal power was slightly shaken, and the strong immortal rope was broken inch by inch.

Ye Jianling realized that there wasn't even a single Golden Immortal-level expert in this clan, so he showed his body immediately!

He took out a mid-grade rejuvenation pill and stuffed it into the injured man's mouth!
The holy medicine for healing that Qiu Zhengdao made with his own hands is naturally effective.

This man was none other than Ximen Wushang, he woke up faintly, he knew he had been rescued after a moment of daze, and shouted hoarsely.

"North... Backwater Bay... Save the Jianling clan!"

Sword Ling clan?
The Zhuoyan tribe led by the high priest?
Ye Jianling couldn't care less about yelling and cursing. There was a master of the Wolf family chasing after him, so he looked at the north direction and shot away.

"who are you?"

Inside the celestial light shield, Ye Jianling looked at the middle-aged man covered in bruises and asked gratefully.

Ximen Wushang's condition is getting better and better, and he speaks more quickly.

"Shen Xian is guarding Ximen Wushang. I have seen... I have seen seniors. I came after the Jianling clan! A year ago, they were captured by the Youlang clan, demoted to farming slaves, and placed in Huishuiwan! Young Master Youlang Afraid of being held accountable by the Five Elements Sect, I plan to kill people to silence... Ah, senior, those three people are going to... huh?"

A white celestial light flashed across Ye Jianling's fingertips, and the three real immortals fleeing below were pierced through their bodies like candied haws, and they couldn't die anymore!
At the Golden Immortal level, only an expert at the Golden Immortal level can kill a real immortal like a chicken.

"Senior, there is the Lang clan and a Jinxian patriarch who lives in seclusion in Lanke Mountain!"

Ximen Wushang solemnly reminded.

"It's okay!"

Ye Jianling smiled faintly, Jinxian?Just a tribal ancestor!

Brother, I even almost grabbed the golden-winged roc at the peak of Jinxian as a mount. Ordinary Jinxian is nothing!

"Senior, Huishuiwan is below!"

Ye Jianling also saw that the Shen Xianjiang below was spinning around here, forming a huge sandy wasteland.

It's a pity that there are not many trees in this place, farming?What are you kidding?
I saw that the familiar Zhuoyan tribe, old and young, were busy in the newly opened deserted sandy land, and all of them looked okay, probably because they had more reserves.

"High Priest, are you safe?"

Zhuo Yihang stood hunched over the raging river, he sighed, he looked even older.

A chuckle sounded behind him, could it be that he was hallucinating again?
The High Priest turned around, this time it was not a hallucination.

That stinky boy whom he had met countless times in his dreams was standing three feet away from him with a smile on his face.

"Little Yezi...is that you? You're back..."

Cloudy tears flowed down the high priest's face like an orange peel, but his expression was very excited!
"High Priest, Jianling is late, you... are suffering!"

Ye Jianling stepped over and reached out to support the crumbling old man. He seemed to be fainting!

"Little Yezi, hurry up... let's go, this is my clan's feud—the territory of the Lang family,"

The high priest suddenly remembered that this place is a dangerous place, and the Zhuo Yan Department is still locked up!
"We... We strayed into Youlang's territory by mistake, I'm a sinner... Little Yezi, go away!"

Ye Jianling's eyes were slightly red, and his heart was infinitely moved.This venerable old man is not thinking about how to get out of danger, but the first thing he considers is to keep himself from falling into danger!
He gently patted the old man's back, and comforted him: "High Priest, we are also Golden Immortals! We are not afraid! There is support from the Five Elements Sect behind us! Patriarch Zhuoshan will arrive soon with a thousand real immortals, let alone If one has the Lang family, even if there are three or five, we can kill him!"

After a lot of effort, even Ximen Wushang, the bloody man standing on one side, showed up to explain how he was rescued, how Ye Jianling killed three real immortal enemies with one finger, like killing chickens, etc.!
Only then did Zhuo Yihang really believe it, he shouted at the busy clansmen in the distance: "Children, come quickly, we are rescued! ~ Little Yezi is here to save us..."

Surprised cheers rang out from all around, and the long-lost Zhuoyan tribe, young and old, all ran here.

For a time, the beach became a sea of ​​cheers!
After more than ten minutes, Ye Jianling and everyone returned to the low earth wall settlement.

Everyone didn't bother to enter the house anymore, they were rescued anyway, so don't keep those precious treasures, they have all been dug out, everyone should have a good meal!
On the rough square, there were a few large animal skins. Ye Jianling took out the unfinished jars of Biyang clan immortal wine and spirit wine that he bought at the trade fair.

Ximen Wushang, who had recovered [-]% to [-]% of his injuries, changed into clean clothes. He was very clever, knowing that a golden immortal master like Ye Jianling probably didn't have the food and drink for half-immortals and heavenly immortals.

"Crash!"