Medicinal Immortal

"No, this time I came out to do something by the way. It has been delayed for a long time. I will go back after I bring a few of them." He waved his hand and stood up, looking at the juniors in front of him, and said: "Give you a stick of incense to say goodbye to your parents, and come and gather after a stick of incense."

"Yes." They responded and saw him walking outside. After the other three bowed to the Patriarch, they quickly went back to say goodbye to her father and mother, while Lan Yingying stepped forward to talk with her father's hand.

After a stick of incense, a few people followed their third uncle on the flying boat, all the way to the Qinghe Sect.

Although Qinghe Sect is not the number one immortal sect, it also has a good status in the land of immortals. Compared with the number one immortal gate, the assessment of Qinghe Sect is not so strict, and there are many disciples under the sect.

The spaceship was flying in the air. Lan Yingying and the others did not dare to disturb the third uncle who closed their eyes and practiced. The other three practiced cross-legged practice. Lan Yingying was more temperamental, so he was lying on the spaceship and watching the scenery outside. .

In the evening two days later, the spacecraft landed in a place, and Lan Chengzhi said to them: "Pick some branches back and rest here tonight."

"Yes." The few people didn't dare to go far, so they picked up branches around, lit a small fire, and took out dry food to eat.

"Three uncles, I have pastries, do you eat some?" Lan Yingying stepped forward and asked cautiously. She didn't dare to be too presumptuous for this third uncle, who looked younger than her father.

Lan Chengzhi opened his eyes and took a look, and saw that she was holding oil paper in her hand, spreading a few pieces of cakes and handing them forward, he said: "I have not eaten these things, you eat!"

Seeing him closing his eyes and meditating again, Lan Yingying walked back to the fire and shared the cakes among the other three.

At night, Lan Yingying and several people were sitting around the fire to keep warm. Because they missed their parents and couldn’t sleep, they chatted quietly. The sky under the night was silent, so the sky shook. There was a sound, and then when another firework burst out, several people were slightly surprised: "That seems to be a distress signal."

"It's a distress signal, I don't know who's distress signal, it seems that it is not very far from us." Lan Yican said, and saw that the third uncle who was sitting cross-legged under the tree had stood up.

"It's a signal for help from a disciple of the Qinghe Sect. Let me take a look."

"Yes!" Upon hearing this, several people immediately followed him to the place of the signal.

And in the woods that sent the signal, the disciples who were leaning together were covered in blood and despair on their faces: "We can't live anymore, even Uncle He is dead. No one will come here. No one will see the signal we send out."

"There is one last flare, let go."

One of them gritted his teeth and released the last flare, holding a sword in his hand, listening to the sounds coming from the surrounding area, his expression stunned: "Come! Everyone is ready to fight! We must go back alive!"

As soon as the man’s voice fell, footsteps rustled around. Seven or eight people wearing clothes of the same color as them walked towards them bloody. In their bodies, their vitality was broken early and attached to them. But it was a black ghost.

"The one in front of him is Uncle He! He, he is a monk of Golden Core! It's over, we are really over..." a disciple said desperately.