Chapter 288: The Dark Spirit Monk
Zhang Shaoyang frowned slightly, feeling somewhat displeased with the sudden appearance of Guiyun Sanren.

But at the same time, I was also a little nervous.

Guiyun Sanren is a cultivator in the late foundation building stage, while the three of them are all in the early foundation building stage. If he wants to rob them by force, the three of them will not be his match.

Wan Chengzhi frowned and said, "Fellow Daoist Guiyun, my uncle Wan Tianming, do you really want to force us to buy the blood of the underworld spirit?"

"Wan Tianming?"

Guiyun Sanren sneered and said, "If Wan Tianming was here, I would certainly not rob him by force."

"But if he dies..."

"what do you mean?"

“It’s nothing special. I just found out when I came here that several cultivators from the Mingling clan went to intercept Senior Wan Tianming. I hope Senior Wan can survive, hehehe…”

"A cultivator from the Dark Spirit Clan?"

The three of them's pupils shrank slightly. No wonder Senior Yang Shulin's protective magic weapon was broken just now. It turned out that there was a cultivator from the Mingling clan hiding among the Minghuo Crows.

Wan Chengzhi even exclaimed: "Did something happen to my uncle? How is it possible..."

"It's about right..."

Guiyun Sanren sneered and said, "It seems that we have encountered a beast tide from Mingyuan City. This beast tide can last for decades or even hundreds of years. Thousands of underworld beasts will attack Mingyuan City."

"I can't go to this Dark Abyss City anymore. I can only look for opportunities at the edge of the Dark Abyss."

"Stop talking nonsense..."

He looked at Zhang Shaoyang again and said, "I remember you are Zhang Shaoyang from the Yanxia Sect, right? Senior Mu Qingyu seems to have been caught up by the Mingling Clan."

"Quickly offer the blood of the ghost spirit, otherwise..."

Zhang Shaoyang's expression immediately turned ugly, and he subconsciously clenched his hands.

humiliation!

His own spoils of war are now being forcibly bought by others.

This is a huge humiliation for me.

He subconsciously looked at Wan Chengzhi and the other man, but found that Wan Chengzhi was also a little hesitant.

It seems that now that Wan Tianming is being hunted by the cultivators of the Mingling clan, he does not want to have a conflict with Guiyun Sanren because of himself.

Could it be that... I really have to hand over the blood of the ghost spirit?

"Fellow Daoist Guiyun... hm?"

His expression suddenly froze, and a faint spiritual fluctuation suddenly came from the fragment of Yin-Yang Treasure Mirror hanging around his neck.

He scanned the area with his mind, his expression changed, and he immediately said, "Not for sale!"

"Ok?"

The expressions of the three people present all changed, especially Wan Chengzhi.

He had originally planned to persuade Zhang Shaoyang to hand over the blood of the Nether Spirit. After all, saving his life was the most important thing.

This Guiyun Sanren is a well-known robbery cultivator in the Wei State. If anyone angers him, none of the three people present will have an easy time.

"Good good..."

Guiyun Sanren laughed angrily and said, "You are just a cultivator in the early stage of foundation building. Who gave you the confidence to refuse me? It's really..."

"Of course it's the real me!"

Before Guiyun Sanren finished speaking, another cold voice suddenly rang out.

A murderous aura immediately locked onto Guiyun Sanren, and at the same time, a cold figure slowly floated down from the sky.

Several people looked over subconsciously and saw that it was Mu Qingyu, a Jindan cultivator from Yanxia Sect!
Guiyun Sanren was startled and said in a trembling voice: "You, you you you..."

"What am I?"

Mu Qingyu said coldly: "It seems that Fellow Daoist Guiyun wants to become an enemy of my Yanxia Sect?"

Although he was a little confused about why Mu Qingyu appeared here, Guiyun Sanren was old and experienced after all, so he immediately said: "Guiyun greets Senior Mu, of course I will not be an enemy of Yanxia Sect."

"What I just said was just a joke with your sect's Fellow Daoist Zhang. I hope Senior Mu will not take it to heart."

"Well, to express my apology, this 'Soul Purifying Pill' is my compensation."

After saying that, he slapped his storage bag, and a jade bottle appeared. He threw it towards Zhang Shaoyang.

Zhang Shaoyang subconsciously reached out and grabbed it. "Senior Mu, look..."

Mu Qingyu took a deep look at Guiyun Sanren and said calmly, "You know the big picture and know when to advance and retreat. No wonder you have been able to enjoy yourself in Weiguo for so long."

Guiyun Sanren chuckled and said, "I am just a casual cultivator, so of course I have to seize every opportunity."

"Senior Mu, the war is imminent, I wonder..."

Mu Qingyu waved her hand and said, "Go away, and don't let me find out that you have any little thoughts in the future..."

"Thank you, senior!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Guiyun Sanren turned into a black cloud and flew quickly towards the south at an extremely fast speed.

After Guiyun Sanren left, Wan Chengzhi and others breathed a sigh of relief and hurried over.

Wan Chengzhi bowed and said, "Thank you, Senior Mu, for helping me. I wonder if my uncle..."

"The reinforcements from Mingyuan City have arrived. Senior Brother Wan is fine, and he has even killed several Mingling clan cultivators."

"That's good, that's good..."

Wan Chengzhi breathed a sigh of relief. He felt much more relieved now that his biggest backer was fine.

Mu Qingyu looked at Zhang Shaoyang and said, "You are very good. You did not bring shame to our Yanxia Sect."

"But this time, thanks to my presence, otherwise you would be in great danger. Be careful not to be so impulsive in the future. Saving your life is the most important thing."

"Yes! Uncle Master taught me that!"

Zhang Shaoyang bowed and said, "Disciple is also so indignant because he sees that Guiyun Sanren is too arrogant..."

"Okay, let's go."

Mu Qingyu interrupted Zhang Shaoyang and said, "Mingyuan City is not peaceful right now. You should be careful."

"Yes……!"

Mu Qingyu released a flying magic weapon and took the three of them towards Mingyuan City.

Everyone understood the situation after Mu Qingyu's narration along the way.

It turns out that this time the Nether Fire Crow was a complete accident.

Space cracks would occasionally appear around the Nether Abyss, connecting the Nether Abyss and the Canglan Realm.

This group of Hell Fire Crows came to the outside of the Hell Abyss through the space cracks.

There are usually some, but not as many as today.

Moreover, the cultivators of the Nether Spirit Clan who were hiding among the Nether Fire Crows have now been surrounded by cultivators from the Nether Abyss City and are being strangled.

Soon, everyone saw dozens of monks appearing in the sky ahead and fighting.

The largest group of them was the dozen or so cultivators from Mingyuan City.

Wan Chengzhi is among them.

With his hands clasped together, densely packed golden flying needles surrounded him, and he began to strangle a cultivator from the Nether Spirit clan madly.

On the other side, there were seven or eight monks from the Nether Spirit Clan, all covered in black.

They stood in a circle, guarding a dark shadow within.

The black shadow wore a tall crown and had cold eyes, but now he stood with his hands behind his back, seemingly unconcerned about the dozen or so monks from Mingyuan City who were besieging him.

Around him, there was a giant python that was as black as ink and had a single horn on its head. It continuously spit out underworld fire and forced back the attacks of many monks.

"I'll go help, you guys stay on the sidelines!"

After Mu Qingyu uttered this sentence, he summoned his flying sword and killed those cultivators of the Mingling clan.

This place is the territory of the human cultivators of the Canglan Realm. These cultivators of the Mingling clan who suddenly broke in will surely die.

Wan Chengzhi and the others opened their eyes wide, carefully observing this battle between Jindan stage cultivators that they had finally encountered. Their hearts were pounding, and while they were feeling the insights, they were also imagining that they could also advance to the Jindan stage.

However, Zhang Shaoyang took the opportunity to use his divine sense to examine the fragments of the Yin-Yang Treasure Mirror.

Just when he was about to hand over the blood of the Nether Spirit, the Yin-Yang Treasure Mirror suddenly emitted a weak spiritual energy fluctuation.

It was because of this that he stopped his plan to hand over the Blood of the Nether Spirit and instead rejected Guiyun Sanren.

At this moment, a line of writing suddenly appeared on the fragment of the Yin-Yang Treasure Mirror!
(End of this chapter)