You kid! You don't have to be so low-key! !

Chapter 180: Bones and Meat

Near noon, a figure descended from the sky. He was wearing a purple robe with wide sleeves and a python pattern. He was thin, with weak blood and qi, and looked like he had kidney deficiency.

Looking at the few people who were practicing obediently, he pulled up a smile and said, "Fellow Daoists, it is noon now. The formation in the underground palace that is maintained by blood and energy should have reached its lowest level at this moment. I would like to ask for your help."

"Help your sister!" Ran Ruo shouted tenderly and threw a small jade bottle in her hand towards Ruan Ming. At the same time, several other people also threw out a few jade bottles.

There was an explosion.

Ran Ruo and his companions fled in all directions without hesitation.

When the smoke from the explosion cleared, there was no trace of Ruan Ming.

Just as Ran Ruo was looking for Ruan Ming, a weak laugh sounded in her ears: "Are you looking for me?"

Ran Ruo's pupils suddenly shrank, and a fiery red spiritual power shield rose up instantly. However, the gap in strength was too big after all. Ran Ruo's cultivation level was only at the eighth level of the Yanluo Realm, so how could he withstand a blow from the Kaidan Realm?

Ruan Ming waved his hand gently, and the shield light shattered like a bubble. The palm with blue light slapped towards Ran Ruo's left shoulder. Suddenly, Ran Ruo felt a huge force coming from his left shoulder, and then the sound of bones breaking was heard. Ran Ruo was hit into the valley by this huge force, turned into a red shadow, and shot into the ground.

The sounds of several bodies hitting the ground were heard one after another.

Ran Ruo clenched her teeth, wrinkled her pretty face, and endured the pain of broken bones.

Several Yuling Sect disciples who tried to escape were beaten back, all with various injuries.

Ruan Ming's figure appeared in front of Ran Ruo, and the blue spiritual power condensed into a light hand, which grabbed Ran Ruo's neck and lifted him into the air.

"You are just an ant, but you want to fight an elephant? Should I say you are brave or ignorant?"

Ran Ruo's face flushed red. The big hand made of light was so powerful that he couldn't break free.

The other few people knew they couldn't escape. Seeing Ran Ruo in trouble, they also knew the principle of "the lips and the teeth are cold", so they took advantage of Ruan Ming squatting on the ground looking for something.

They looked at each other, turned their spiritual powers, and several spells flashing with various colors flew towards Ruan Ming.

Ruan Ming, who was squatting on the ground, seemed to have known that these people had this skill. The moment the spell was cast, Ruan Ming's figure disappeared without a trace. When he reappeared, he kept flashing in front of several disciples.

A muffled sound was heard, and several people vomited blood and flew backwards.

"It seems that the rumor that the Yuling Sect is full of incompetent people is not true. On the contrary, you are quite stubborn." Ruan Ming smiled slightly.

Turning around and looking at Changqing Ranruo who was pinched by a big hand, he said with a fragment of a small jade bottle in his hand:

"Do you really think that you can injure me with this one-time magical weapon? This thing is indeed powerful, but you underestimate the Kaidan realm."

Ruan Ming glanced at Ran Ruo, licked his lips, and said with a regretful tone: "Tsk, tsk, tsk, such a good figure, but it's a pity that he has a hot temper and can't be subdued. If he dies here, it will be a good thing for those corpse ghosts."

Ran Ruo only felt that the blue hand grabbing his neck began to increase its strength, and a feeling of suffocation came over him.

The people of Yuling were filled with anxiety as they looked at Ran Ruo whose neck was about to be broken, but they were too weak to save him.

Suddenly, there was a sound like muffled thunder in the sky, and a strong wind swept over from afar in an instant, blowing up broken leaves and sand. The dust entered Ruan Ming's eyes, causing him to close his eyes subconsciously.

But the moment he closed his eyes, cold sweat immediately flowed down Ruan Ming's back.

He felt a hand on his shoulder at some point, and just as he was about to use his spiritual consciousness to investigate, he was forced back into his body by another more powerful spiritual consciousness.

He heard the sound of the big hand he had condensed suddenly breaking.

A light voice sounded from behind: "You seem to be very interested in strangling people~"

Ruan Ming could not hear any emotion in the voice, as if it was the whisper of a devil.

Ruan Ming was about to turn his head when the hand on his shoulder suddenly straightened his head with such force that Ruan Ming felt that if the hand used a little more force, his neck would be broken.

Ruan Ming's heart was trembling, and he no longer had the demeanor of a master who could decide life and death just now.

"That...Fellow Daoist, please show some mercy. I have never heard of such a person in the Yuling Sect. I guess you are also from the Central Region. I just happen to have some information that you are looking for. Can you spare my life in exchange?"

Chang Qing was silent for a moment, thinking to himself, he didn't expect that even those arrogant forces in the Central Region had come. This was not good news. Since these guys could send people here, they must have something to attract them.

And from the man in the bronze coffin, we learned that what could be more attractive than the thing that triggered the Yingxu War!

No! So these guys' goal is the same as mine.

Changqing suddenly felt a sense of urgency.

(Chang Qing actually didn’t know that these first-class sects came here for the legendary spiritual treasures in Yingxu~)

Looking at Ruan Ming who was waiting for his answer, Chang Qing immediately said, "Heh~ You mean, that thing is in the center of Yingxu, right?"

"This...fellow Daoist, you already know it." Ruan Ming was speechless for a moment, not knowing how to answer.

"Think about what else can be of use to me, otherwise you can only die..." Chang Qing sighed softly, using the same tone as Ruan Ming used to talk to Ran Ruo just now.

Chang Qing went on to say: "Think about it carefully and consider it first." Without waiting for Ruan Ming to answer, Chang Qing's hand turned into a palm knife and knocked Ruan Ming unconscious.

The people who were controlling the spirits beside him breathed a sigh of relief and called out, "Senior Brother Wang."

Changqing nodded without saying anything. Instead, a flash of wings appeared behind him and his figure disappeared. When he reappeared, he was holding a disciple of the Luosu Sect in the outer realm in his hand.

Looking at the ten injured people, Chang Qing asked, "Have you ever killed anyone?"

Everyone shook their heads, looking ashamed.

"Alas, I have to keep my hands clean of blood. The world of cultivation is not as peaceful as the sects."

"What you said is correct, brother." Everyone raised their hands.

"What about now? Do you dare to kill people?" Chang Qing asked again.

Yu Ling and the others looked at each other and no one answered.

Chang Qing was a little disappointed: "Forget it, they asked you to explore the ruins, and now the situation is reversed. That is their mission."

There was a flash of light on Changqing's wrist, and a few healing pills appeared, which he asked Ran Ruo to distribute.

He was constantly arranging something around Ruan Ming.

Gradually, time approached dusk, and the injuries of several people improved a lot with the help of elixirs.

Ruan Ming also woke up and found himself tied up with the tendons of a spirit beast.

Before Ruan Ming woke up, Chang Qing blew some powder into Ruan Ming's mouth and nose, but no one knew what it was for.

"How did you sleep? Have you thought about what else you can tell me?" Chang Qing's voice sounded again.

Ruan Ming looked at the sect disciple who was tied up like a dumpling in front of him and didn't know what to say.

"It seems that you are quite tough. How about this? Kill one person in a quarter of an hour. The method is similar to the one you used. You should like it."

Chang Qing picked up a disciple of Luosu Sect. A small knife flashing with cold light appeared in his hand. He began to scrape off the flesh of the disciple piece by piece. The disciple howled miserably, and the flying pieces of flesh blended with the sky and earth in the twilight.

But no one thinks it looks good, it just makes the body feel cold and creepy.