The cultivation of immortality by mortals begins with the abandoned children of the river

On the ground, corpses were strewn all over the field.

More than twenty corpses were lying on the ground, and there were more than ten corpses in the distance. Blood was flowing out, and they obviously died not long ago.

Leng Bingqing's whole body was covered with injuries, and her white clothes were dyed red with blood, but she still held the sword tightly and guarded the Xuantian Sect disciples behind her.

Her eyes were cold and fearless.

She is the first inner disciple of Qingling Peak, and she wants to protect the lives of these disciples.

Opposite her were two Hell Demon Tigers with mocking expressions on their faces.

"Do you think you can defend them?" The demon tiger, whose legs and feet were injured, licked his hind legs, a trace of resentment flashed in his eyes, and he said viciously.

Leng Bingqing was silent, drops of blood dripping from her long hair, dyeing red plum blossoms on her clothes, with a thrilling beauty.

"Hmph, don't think that a talisman can save your lives. When our elder brother comes back, you will all become our blood food."

The male tiger in the early stage of enlightenment snorted coldly. It was extremely hostile to these human monks, especially these women. After several battles with it, it received two talismans before and after it, and it wanted to eat all these women.

It stared at these human monks with its golden eyes filled with murderous intent, and found satisfaction and pleasure in their fearful and evasive eyes.

At this moment, a rising flame fell onto the top of the cliff, stirring up a large amount of dust, and the two demon tigers screamed in surprise.

"Brother! You are back."

"Husband, kill this woman!"

The huge demon tiger nodded slightly, took steady and powerful steps, and walked towards the only remaining disciple of Xuantian Sect with his mouth wide open and still covered with meat.

Seeing the huge demon tiger with blood dripping from the corner of its mouth and feeling the astonishing high temperature, these remaining Xuantian Sect disciples looked with fear in their eyes. They held the magic weapon tightly and hid behind Leng Bingqing.

Surrounded by three transparent monster tigers, they felt deep despair.

"Senior Sister Leng, let's leave quickly." A female disciple whose arm was broken put her broken bone back into her arm and said with a cry.

"Yes, Senior Sister Leng, we can't defeat him. Let's go." A male disciple begged as he covered his abdominal cavity that was scratched by the demonic tiger's claws.

Leng Bingqing held the remaining Three Flame Fan Talisman tightly in her left hand, with a trace of hesitation in her eyes.

Why hasn't he shown up yet? This shouldn't be the case.

She knew clearly that Zhan Nianchuan had at least two Xuan-level talismans in his hands, and working with her would definitely scare away or kill these three demonic tigers. If they left like this, she would not be reconciled.

But under the constant pleading of these disciples, she hesitated.

"Why don't you come out?" Leng Bingqing complained softly in her heart. She felt so stressed.

As if seeing the hesitation in Leng Bingqing's eyes, the three demon tigers took a step forward.

The temperature suddenly rose, the moisture in the air seemed to have dried up, and even the ground was cracked. Leng Bingqing had to release the cold air in his body in order to barely resist the scorching heat.

"Go or not go?" Leng Bingqing kept fighting in her heart.

The Xuantian Sect disciples hiding behind her kept pleading, which made her restless.

But she decided to stay, trusting the man based on her feelings.

At this moment, something that no one could have imagined happened.

The leader, the huge demon tiger, stretched out his claws and captured a corpse. He took off the storage bag and swallowed it in one gulp.

The demon tiger smacked its lips in contentment, looked at Leng Bingqing with its golden eyes indifferently, and said something that surprised them:

"You can leave."

Hearing this, everyone in Xuantian Sect was extremely surprised, and some disciples even relaxed and let out uncontrollable sobs.

After several bloody battles, more than fifty monks have died on Blackwood Cliff. Even the Xuantian Sect has lost more than half of its members. The remaining five disciples are all injured and have lost less than 10% of their mana. The courage to keep fighting.

If they hadn't known that it was more dangerous to leave alone, I'm afraid these disciples would have dispersed long ago.

Immediately afterwards, Yaohu put forward a condition that put them in a dilemma:

"Give me your talisman, and I will ensure that you exit Blackwood Cliff safely."

Everyone immediately understood the demon tiger's intention. It wanted this talisman, but if you think about it carefully, you can understand that they have killed enough people. The reason why they were able to make a comeback just now was because of a mysterious grade talisman.

In fact, it is extremely difficult for monsters to make talismans. They do not have strong spiritual consciousness and are naturally weaker than humans in terms of skills. Only a few races can make talismans.

In the secret realm, if monsters want to obtain the talisman, they can only hunt the monks who enter the secret realm, but they cannot leave the protective elixir, and the monks who can possess the mysterious grade talisman are all strong men of the five sects, although they cannot defeat them. , but it is still possible to activate the talisman at the time of life and death, so there are almost no mysterious-level talismans falling into the hands of monsters. This is also the reason why Nie Yunxi and others' plan failed.

The demon tiger's request put everyone into a dilemma.

Not giving? Can the demon tiger let them go? There is no problem for the three-headed demon tiger to resist a talisman. A few minor injuries will have no effect on the physically powerful demonic beast.

Give? He directly lost the last talisman that could threaten the demon tiger. This was completely gambling on the credibility of the demon tiger. Looking at the male tiger in the early stage of enlightenment looking at everyone with hatred, everyone really had no confidence.

For a moment, the atmosphere in the venue was extremely solemn. Only the heavy breathing of Yaohu kept sounding, and everyone was waiting for Leng Bingqing's choice.

Just when the huge male tiger showed his impatience, a disciple softly persuaded him:

"Senior Sister Leng, we'd better give it to them. If we don't give it, we really won't have any chance."

This was also the sentiment of all the Xuantian Sect disciples. They all tried to persuade them, and even Liu Yanfei also said:

"Junior sister Leng, give it to them, we have no choice."

Under the constant persuasion of everyone, Leng Bingqing was struggling in her heart, and her jade hands that tightly held the talisman loosened little by little.

The huge demon tiger's eyes suddenly lit up, and the expressions of the other two demon tigers also relaxed.

The choice of these humble human beings was not unexpected. No matter what they chose, they would only die.

Just when the three demon tigers were overjoyed, the leading demon tiger's expression changed, and he suddenly turned his head to look behind him and shouted sternly:

"who is it?"

Before he finished speaking, a figure suddenly rushed out of the ground, holding a corpse in each hand. It was Nie Yunxi and Zhong Li.

Zhan Nianchuan casually threw down the two corpses in his hands, ignored the three demon tigers, and walked straight towards the Xuantian Sect.

An angry roar sounded, and the eyes of the male tiger in the early stage of enlightenment flashed fiercely. Just as he was about to kill this arrogant human boy, a giant claw pressed on its shoulder.