The Legend of Qingpeng: Starting from the Costinus

As the screams resounded through the sky, deafening and quickly spreading in all directions, people throughout the market could clearly hear the horrifying sound.

The many cultivators who were originally suppressed and unable to move due to Pei Yan's powerful pressure finally regained their freedom.

However, faced with such a sudden change, they rushed out of the market without hesitation, as if there were ferocious and evil ghosts chasing them from behind.

"The Nascent Soul masters have started a fight! Run away!"

"To be able to beat the Holy Fire Sect's ancestor to the point of wailing incessantly with just one move, there must be a great cultivator in the late Nascent Soul stage in charge of the Shadow Tower!"

"Brother Xu, don't just stand there, let's go. The Nascent Souls are fighting at this distance, and if it's just the aftermath, you and I will have to rush to reincarnate!"

"Guest Chen, can you help me take the spiritual objects out of the warehouse? Our store will reward you handsomely!"

"Get out of the way! Get out!"

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For a moment, all kinds of dazzling lights suddenly appeared, like the Eight Immortals crossing the sea, each showing their magical powers.

Those monks who owned properties in the market town were disheartened.

In order to avoid being affected by the disaster, some people resolutely abandoned most of the wealth in the shops; while others were eager for money and desperately packed up all kinds of precious supernatural items in the warehouse.

The entire market town was instantly plunged into chaos, with people talking and noise everywhere.

However, even in such a noisy and chaotic scene, it was still difficult to cover up the creepy and terrifying screams.

The screams were like a death knell, which filled people with fear and made them dare not look back easily.

At this moment, Li Qing sat quietly in the Ghost Shadow Building, watching the chaotic scene in the market with cold eyes.

When he felt the time was ripe, he suddenly retracted the strange and unpredictable soul-stirring wind.

In an instant, the screams of excruciating pain and cruelty gradually subsided.

Pei Yan lay in a miserable state in the huge deep pit that was smashed out. His chest heaved violently like a broken bellows, and he gasped for breath heavily.

Sweat poured down his forehead like a fountain, soaking his hair and clothes.

Several disciples standing in the distance who were loyal to the ancestor and swore to follow him till death also reacted at this time and immediately walked towards the ancestor, ready to check his injuries and provide treatment.

The ancestor was in the Nascent Soul stage, and he rolled over while wailing just now. His magic power surged like a violent wind, forcing them not to dare to get close at all.

He was at a loss as to what to do about the ancestor's condition. He was extremely anxious but helpless.

Suddenly, the fear in my heart could no longer be suppressed. I felt disheartened and thought that I might not be able to escape and my life would be in danger.

Now the ancestor seemed to have escaped from the predicament. This sudden change made the disciples surprised and happy, and their moods fluctuated like a roller coaster.

Pei Yan was exhausted both physically and mentally at this moment. The experience of having just had a brush with death still left him with lingering fears. He was numb with pain, and his eyes were filled with confusion and fear.

"Young man, Youying Building is just doing business, don't destroy yourself!"

Just as Pei Yan was slowly recovering from the aftermath of the soul-wrenching pain, a cold and low voice suddenly sounded in his mind.

The sudden voice and the undisguised threat frightened him so much that he trembled all over. He struggled to climb out of the pit, his body trembling slightly with nervousness.

Upon seeing this, several disciples rushed forward to help.

Then, Pei Yan faced the direction of the Ghost Shadow Building and bowed respectfully.

"I have offended you out of ignorance. Thank you for your generosity and for not holding it against me and for sparing my life."

After saying this, Pei Yan bowed deeply to express his apology.

Then, a ball of dazzling fire suddenly rose up, carrying several disciples around it, and left quickly like lightning, disappearing in the distance of Luoluo Market in the blink of an eye.

The disciples who were covered by the escaping light saw that the ancestor was extremely afraid and respectful to the owner of the Shadow Tower, and did not even dare to say a harsh word, so they fled in panic like a frightened mouse.

Although these disciples had a lot of resentment and humiliation in their hearts, they dared not show it at all.

After all, to be able to easily subdue a master like the Old Ancestor by himself, the owner of the Shadow Tower must be extremely powerful.

They were originally full of confidence in the ancestor's strength and believed that this eradication operation would definitely succeed.

However, the ancestor's tragic defeat dashed their hopes and caused them to doubt the strength of their own sect.

Pei Yan in front was still feeling a little groggy, and his condition improved after he swallowed a soul-nourishing pill.

After calming down, Pei Yan secretly guessed that the owner of the Shadow Tower must be at least a powerful person in the Nascent Soul stage, or maybe even a Jindan stage cultivator who had always been hiding in the dark and never showed up in front of people.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but recall the pain just now. His head seemed to start to ache again. He forced himself to calm down and increased his escape speed by another 10%...

When the Nascent Soul Patriarch of the Holy Fire Sect was defeated in one move and fled in disgrace, those cultivators who had stayed in the shop to pack spiritual objects out of greed and had not yet escaped from the market also noticed this astonishing turn of events.

Some people who were closer could even hear the submissive and respectful words spoken by the Holy Fire Sect's ancestor as he surrendered.

This scene left many monks present dumbfounded with shock.

"The Holy Fire Sect's ancestor just fled like that?"

"Who on earth is the owner of the Shadow Tower? He can easily subdue a Nascent Soul cultivator without even showing his face."

"It seems that the Holy Fire Sect's ancestor is just a paper tiger."

"Brother Lin, you can't say that! Even though Patriarch Pei was defeated in one move, he is still not someone we can casually comment on!"

As the people from the Holy Fire Sect left, the monks who had been hiding in various corners of the market town gradually appeared and began to whisper and discuss among themselves.

However, amidst the noise, there was a figure quietly hiding in a small alley near the Ghost Shadow Building.

This mysterious monk held a photo stone in his hand and silently recorded everything that happened before his eyes.

In the Shadow Building, candlelight flickered.

Chi Feng looked at Li Qing in front of him with a smile on his face, his eyes full of admiration:

"My husband, this is a brilliant plan! Now that everything has been decided, I believe that the development of the Shadow Tower in the sandbar will be smooth sailing without any obstacles, and it will be difficult to alarm the human race's gods."

However, facing this seemingly happy ending, Li Qing did not feel too much turmoil in his heart.

He smiled slightly and responded calmly:

"This is just as expected. The gods of the human race are now busy rebuilding the ascension platform and have no time to take care of other things. In this way, the Shadow Tower can indeed take advantage of the situation and accelerate its rise."

Chi Feng nodded slightly, indicating that she shared the same idea as her husband.

Li Qing paused, looked at the beauty in front of him, and smiled softly:

"Madam, are you still feeling bored? Why don't you and I go to other continents together to relax. After all, the sandbar is full of yellow sand, which is not a pleasing sight."