Ling Pengqiu's Gains (2,600 Words, Please Subscribe)

In no more than an instant, the demonic cultivators on Yin Soul Island, alerted by their patrolling cultivators, discovered the arrival of Qiu Shan True Person and the other Righteous Path Cultivators.

The next moment, black light flashed across Yin Soul Island, and the sect's Third Rank Middle Grade demonic formation rose at once, shielding the entire island within.

The few Qi Refinement demonic cultivators who had first discovered Qiu Shan True Person and the others had long since perished beneath the several Dao Techniques Qiu Shan True Person had unleashed.

"Who dares cause trouble before my Yin Soul Sect's gates?!"

A middle-aged voice steeped in sinister aura rang out from Yin Soul Island.

Qiu Shan True Person, who was steering the flying vessel onward, wore a mocking expression as he shouted back.

"It's your grandfather!"

By then, the flying vessel beneath his feet had already drawn within ten thousand zhang of Yin Soul Island.

Qiu Shan True Person immediately produced a fist-sized hill and hurled it forth.

The hill expanded with the wind. Within moments, it had swelled to dozens of zhang in size.

Yet just as the magic treasure was about to crash into Yin Soul Island's formation, the formation suddenly trembled. A demonic flying sword formation artifact shot forth and caught the mountain.

"So it is that Snout Old Daoist from the Azure Water Sect."

"What nerve, daring to sneak into my Mystic Nether Sect's territory."

"This seat happens to lack the soul of a Golden Core cultivator to refine a demonic treasure. Today, this seat shall destroy you, Snout Old Daoist."

As soon as the words fell, a gaunt middle-aged man in black rose into the air above Yin Soul Island. With a wave of his hand, he drew out a demonic banner and summoned two