Even if it is also at the peak of Jindan, the strength of a real cultivator is at least three to five times stronger than that of a puppet.
With Ling Yusheng's strength, even dealing with Wei Tiangang is already barely enough.
What's more, the Wei family still has so many dead servants.
There are also Golden Core cultivators among them.
Ouyang Qing couldn't imagine what would happen to Ling Yusheng when he was brought back to Wei's house.
If he falls into the hands of that bastard Wei Yongjin again...
Thinking of this, Ouyang Qing's eyes turned red, and there was a mad killing intent in his eyes.
His little Sheng!
If anyone dares to touch his little Sheng again, he wants all those beasts to be buried with him.
However, when Ouyang Qing landed at Wei's house and saw the scene in front of her, her pupils couldn't help shrinking.
At this moment, the huge Wei family was filled with a strong smell of blood and death.
From the gate to the main room, from the corridor to the square, every place is full of corpses.
Almost all of these corpses had their throats cut with a sword.
When he died, his eyes were almost wide open, as if he couldn't believe what had happened.
Ouyang Qing quickly came to the square.
Here, dozens of members of the Wei family tightly surrounded a blood-soaked young man.
The leader, Wei Tiangang, was full of anger, gritted his teeth and said, "Ling Yusheng, you, you dare to kill so many descendants of my Wei family. If I, Wei Tiangang, don't smash your corpse into thousands of pieces today, I will never give up!!"
Several Jindan cultivators standing beside Wei Tiangang looked at the young man in the center with horror and apprehension on their faces, "Patriarch, be careful, this little hoof is too evil, it's so fast that we can't even catch his shadow."
The young man in the center of the circle slowly raised his head, revealing a snow-white, delicate face that was splattered with blood.
His eyes were dark, as if he had lost focus.
The whole person is thin and crumbling, as if a gust of wind can blow it away.
However, as soon as he moved, the people in the square felt as if they were facing an enemy, and their feet retreated unconsciously because of fear.
Ling Yusheng took a deep breath, and the spiritual power in his body was mobilized again. However, the next moment, a burning sensation of exhaustion of spiritual power came from his dantian.
His body shook suddenly, almost falling to the ground.
The members of the Wei family immediately shouted happily: "He's exhausted, this kid's spiritual power is finally exhausted. Hahaha... Let's all go up together and kill him!!"
Wei Tiangang's coercion and spiritual power were suddenly released, and he was the first to soar into the air, and slapped Ling Yusheng's Tianling cover fiercely.
Ling Yusheng closed his eyes calmly, and stood there quietly, waiting for death to come.
Without the help of his younger junior sister, without the help of his senior fellow apprentices, he is still...too weak.
However, the next moment, his body was suddenly embraced into a warm embrace.
"Bang!" Wei Tiangang's palm hit Ouyang Qing hard on the back.
He rushed to protect Ling Yusheng at the critical moment, and he didn't even have time to fully utilize his spiritual power.
At this time, he was hit with all his strength by a monk at the peak of Jindan, and immediately spewed out a big mouthful of blood.
With trembling hands, Ling Yusheng touched the warm liquid splashed on his face.
Staring blankly at the handsome face close at hand, the out-of-focus pupils gradually became brighter, reflecting Ouyang Qing's shadow.
"Xiao Sheng, don't be afraid!"
Ouyang Qing stretched out her hand, caressing his blood-stained face, with an extremely gentle smile on the corner of her mouth, "I'm sorry, I... I'm late again."