The domain is completely the territory of ghost cultivators. The continuous attacks and the eerie hands stretching out from time to time on the ground make a group of people nervous and feel as if they are facing a formidable enemy.

But no one dared to act rashly at this time.

They couldn't defeat them in the first place, so they could only delay the fight. Angering the ghost cultivators would do no good to them.

"Fellow Taoists." Just as a group of people were trying to delay time to wait for reinforcements, the sword cultivators who had received Ye Qiao's reward order before and were deceived later spoke on the mic.

"She dares to be so arrogant as a mere Nascent Soul. There are so many of us, why are we still afraid of her?"

There are dozens of golden elixir stages, and there are also personal transmissions.

After finishing his speech, the man did not forget to glance at Mingxuan, placing his deep trust in him.

What, didn’t you see that their ghost cultivator didn’t even say anything?

A mere soldier dares to do whatever he wants.

Yes, Xiaobing, in their eyes, the Nascent Soul stage is just a soldier. In the field, only the Ghost Infant is the real BOSS.

"No." Xue Yu was in a daze, "Why do they dare to look down on those in the Nascent Soul stage?"

In the Nascent Soul stage, with a domain in hand, a dozen golden elixirs are not enough.

Mingxuan was silent, why.

Because that was the confidence Ye Qiao gave them.

"Hey, hey, hey." A clear female voice sounded. Ye Qiao put her hands behind her back and said with a smile, "Is everyone playing?"

"Take me one." The tone was extremely frivolous.

Anyone who is not blind can hear the provocation between the lines.

The ghost cultivator's eyebrows turned cold, and the sense of oppression in the field became even stronger. Some people with poor cultivation were suppressed and almost knelt down. For example, Yun Que, if it weren't for Song Hansheng's protection, she would definitely be the one who screamed the most.

"She's joking." Xue Yun pulled Ye Qiao back and held her head down, "I'll give her a meeting."

Song Hansheng: "..." It's damn time now, you guys don't forget to have a meeting, right?

With so many golden elixirs present in the field, Xue Yu's single elixir cultivator really couldn't do much.

He pulled Ye Qiao and said, "Don't make trouble, little junior sister."

"I know you want to complete the task, but don't rush to complete it yet."

The young man's voice was clear, and he pursed his lips, "You also know that the ghost cultivator in the Nascent Soul stage, above the Nascent Soul stage, I don't know the specific situation."

"Both mother and son, one has her own domain and the other is in the Nascent Soul stage. Killing us is like killing a chicken."

It was rare for Zhou Xingyun to agree. Although he was provocative at the beginning, it did not prevent him from transforming into a senior brother at this time and preaching from the senior brother: "Those who know the current affairs are heroes."

That ghost cultivator wanted to catch a turtle in a urn and swallow so many golden elixir stages in one go, but in Ye Qiao's eyes, he was clearly the turtle.

During the chat, several talisman formations were broken one after another. Song Hansheng's face turned pale. The talisman formations he set up were ruthlessly crushed a second before they were built. The gap in realms and the formations in the field could not play a big role at all.

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Ye Qiao watched countless swords and swords flickering, and she threw out a few talismans. She also stepped forward to test the opponent's strength. The main reason was that so far, no one knew the realm of the ghost cultivator.

Song Hansheng and Zhou Xingyun, who have the highest cultivation level, are only in the late stage of Jindan and cannot see through each other's depth.

After fighting for more than ten rounds, Ye Qiao felt a little uncomfortable being suppressed by the Nascent Soul stage. He suppressed his energy and asked in a low voice: "Did you find any cultivation bases?"

She was evaluating whether these people and the realm of ghost infants could beat them.

If she couldn't defeat her, Ye Qiao could only think of ways to delay her and trap her in the field.

"Middle stage of Nascent Soul." Zhou Xingyun raised his hand and cut off the gloomy ghost hands on the ground, "In the field, none of us are opponents."

"If you get rid of that brat, you can give it a try."

Get rid of?

As soon as she said this, Ye Qiao could keenly sense that her cheap son's mood darkened.

"Oh." She looked at the nervous people and was silent for a moment, "It doesn't matter, that ghost baby is not enough evidence."

"It doesn't matter if you say it doesn't matter." A monk who was already anxious said, "Who do you think you are?"

Ye Qiao ignored him, looked at the inconspicuous little boy hiding behind the ghost cultivator, and waved, "Xiao Qi."

"come over."

Under everyone's gaze, the boy was stunned for a moment, and immediately jumped over to her with joy, nuzzled her intimately, and said in a childish voice, "Mom~"
Chapter completed!