Ruan Ling spit out a mouthful of blood and fell to the ground on one knee.

"Ruan Ling!"

Hua Hanxiang lost her appearance and hurried over to support her, asking anxiously, "What's wrong with you?"

Ruan Ling's face turned pale: "Cihe is so powerful. I am not her opponent. If I hadn't had the tortoise shell protecting me, I would have been afraid that my heart would have broken and died."

"Are you seriously injured?" Hua Hanxiang looked worried.

"A little internal injury is nothing." Ruan Ling stood up, "Go back to Jiuqiu Mountain first."

Back at the mansion, Ruan Ling asked Suixia to send the ghost to the underworld. She absorbed incense and thoughts in the City God Temple to heal her wounds.

After her injuries healed, she saw two more land gods coming empty-handed.

These two are the land gods in small mountain villages with low strength, so they expect that more than a dozen living souls will go to the underworld to exchange for some magic benefits in a year.

Since Cihe arrived, they have not sent a living soul for a long time.

Hua Hanxiang saw their embarrassing appearance and asked, "Why, Cihe has dealt with you again?"

"It's not Cihe, but her disciple." The Land God cried with a sad face, "Cihe has many disciples, and we are really not opponents."

Hua Hanxiang looked back at Ruan Ling.

Ruan Ling poured himself a cup of tea, drank it slowly, and said, "There are thirty or fifty disciples in Ci and his disciples, but not all of them are powerful people."

For example, Ruan Qing is just a freshly-made chubby who can't do anything except a little bit of mana.

According to Ruan Ling's observation, there are still many disciples like Ci and his disciples.

But there are also more than a dozen who are particularly powerful, enough to compete with He Yunye Xiaoxiao.

At this time, Gan Die hurried in and said, "According to the instructions of the master, I followed Ci and his disciples for many days and found that they had ten disciples with high magic power. Ci and he rarely went out. Most of them were her ten disciples who led people down the mountain and detained their souls everywhere."

Ruan Ling had also discovered this problem long ago.

Cihe didn't go down the mountain. Every time she went down the mountain, she basically targeted Ruan Ling.

However, her disciples often took turns to take two younger disciples down the mountain to find the bad luck of the land gods.

The land gods are all in power and have weak power. Except for Ye Xiaoxiao and Liancheng, most of the others are not their opponents.

Every day, the land god ran to Jiuqiu Mountain and cried to Ruan Ling.

It must be found a way to solve it.

She asked Suixia to find all the land gods in Peixian.

There were originally thirteen in total. One of the fifth lunar calendars that turned into fertilizer was removed, and there were twelve land gods left.

"Sir, you must make the decision for us!"

"We are really forced to do nothing!"

"If this continues, our incense will be taken away."

The bullied land gods cried.

Lian Cheng always had a gloomy face and shouted, "What are you quarreling? The lord has fought with Cihe and was injured. Do you think lord is not in a hurry?"

He was already fierce and sinister, and most of the other land gods were afraid of him.

When he yelled, everyone calmed down.

Ye Xiaoxiao, who had been sitting in the corner and was silent, also looked at Ruan Ling from afar.

Gan Die asked worriedly: "Sir, how are you injured?"

The others also showed concern.

At first, Ruan Ling became the city god, and the land gods were a little dissatisfied, but since her divine weapon overturned He Yun like a sky and rescued them, these land gods were grateful and slowly accepted her.

In addition, she has repeatedly confronted Cihe head-on during this period, which has convinced the land gods even more.
Chapter completed!