"Speaking of this, you have seen the sight of the flying boat crossing the sky a few days ago. I have inquired about it. It is the vehicle of the ancestor of the Yuanying of the three major forces. We have not seen it in the Black Wind Desert for many years.
Such a grand occasion, but the Burial Soul Abyss is too dangerous, otherwise I would go and see the world no matter what." said the freckled female cultivator.
"Haha, not only the three major forces, it is said that the ancestors of Yuanying from Lingfu Sect have also come, but they have always kept a low profile and their momentum is not so big." said the middle-aged male cultivator.
Zuo Qinghui, who was listening on the side, had a slightly condensed expression and was lowering his head in deep thought. Suddenly, he heard a crisp sword cry that sounded like a dragon's roar coming from outside the teahouse. He was so startled that all the cultivators stood up and came to the window to check the situation.
In the sky, a dazzling light was seen tearing through the clouds like a long sword, speeding towards the spiritual light pillar deep in the Soul Burial Abyss. The momentum was so huge that everyone who saw it was dumbfounded and surprised.
"Hehe, it seems that this is another Yuan Ying ancestor, but I don't know which sect or sect this is?" said the middle-aged male cultivator.
Among the crowd, Zuo Qinghui stared at the disappearing light, his face solemn.
He found a way to turn around and leave, and came to the inn where he was staying. He closed the door and took out a set of magic circle restraints and arranged them around the room. Then he sat down cross-legged and took out four white talismans and pasted them on his Dantian, chest, forehead, and
On the back.
A white light rose up and enveloped Zuo Qinghui's whole body. The movement of magic power in his body was immediately sealed, making him unable to move.
Crystal light flashed across Zuo Qinghui's forehead, and a transparent soul crow flew out, which was the second soul.
The second part of the soul escaped into the ground and flew towards the Soul Burial Abyss outside the city.
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At the same time, he was buried in the abyss of souls.
The four monks stood in front of the cultivators, looking at the spiritual light restrictions outside the Immortal Mansion, while being slightly wary of each other.
None of them showed any magic power, but behind them there were several alchemy monks standing quietly with their hands down, as if they were waiting for orders.
After a short silence, a short male cultivator suddenly coughed twice and spoke first:
"Haha, none of us know the situation in the Immortal Mansion now, so why are we so tense? In my opinion, it is better for everyone to set some rules in a friendly manner and restrict the people who can enter and explore the Immortal Mansion, so as not to
In the end, we fought over and over again, but the opportunity fell into the hands of others."
He is only half the height of an ordinary person, and his limbs are thick and short, like an enlarged doll. However, his face is not young, and some wrinkles appear along with the smile. Combined with the high-pitched voice, it makes people feel quite uncomfortable.
Behind him, three alchemy cultivators stood side by side. One of them had a single horn on his head, and he was clearly the Fang Dafu whom Yuan Ming had met that day. The other one had blond hair and blue eyes, and a tall nose like a penholder.
His appearance was not that of a Central Plains person, and the last person was dressed in white, with a pale face, and looked frail.
"Hmph, Su Zi Mo Qian really likes to make such useless little plans. Who in the world doesn't know that your Guiyuan Sect is the most unruly? I heard that not long ago, one of your mines was destroyed by someone and he died.
Not to mention the secret, the business of capturing people as slaves has also been exposed. Have you wiped your butt? What kind of rules are you talking about here!" An old man with a beard sneered unceremoniously.
He was dressed in an indigo robe, with a leopard's head and eyes, a swallow's jaw and a tiger's beard, and his voice sounded like thunder, making everyone present hear it clearly.
Behind the old man stood three female elixir-forming cultivators. They were all fair-skinned and beautiful, and Yan Sijing was among them. However, her features were less quirky and more worried now.
Sisian looks sad and always seems to be worried.
Being mocked in public by the purple-robed old man, the short monk named Su Zimo still smiled and seemed not to be angry at all. However, Fang Dafu, who was standing behind him, couldn't help but clenched his fists.
"Haha, speaking of it, Mr. Yu, your grandson was killed a few years ago. Has the murderer been found now? Do you need me to call some of my disciples to help you find him?" Su Zimo said cheerfully.
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"Huh, I've caught the person behind this matter, so I won't bother you anymore, just wipe your ass." Old Monster Yu, or Patriarch Lei Ming, sneered again.
Hearing this, Su Zimo's face froze, while Yan Sijing, who was standing behind Ancestor Lei Ming, darkened for no reason.
"If you ask me, you two should just find a place to have a fight first. Whoever wins depends on who wins, so as not to chatter here and interfere with my thinking about how to break the ban." At this time, a man wearing a black scarf on his head
The young monk said impatiently.
He was born with a pair of eyes that seemed to be open but not open, a eyebrow that seemed to be broken but not broken, a flat nose, thin lips, concave cheeks and protruding cheekbones, and he did not look like a husband.
And among the three Jiedan who were following him, one was as strong as an iron tower, one was of medium build, neither fat nor thin, and one had a bee-waisted, ape-backed figure. The three of them were all different, but they all wore black robes and wore dark faces.
The mask makes it impossible to see the face clearly.
"Interference? Dugu Feng, please stop pretending here. With your poor formation skills, I'm afraid you won't be able to figure it out even if you study it for a while. Fairy Jin Xi has been studying for so long, but have you ever seen any clues?
"Ancestor Lei Ming said, looking at a beautiful female cultivator wearing a gold gauze skirt.
Fairy Jin Xi has a rather young appearance, with a white and rosy oval face, red lips and emerald eyebrows, hidden moon and star eyes, a golden halo mark on her forehead, and two green pendants on the sides of her ears, giving her a unique and graceful charm.
"Most of the prohibitions used are ancient runes, which are particularly difficult to crack. However, the power of this prohibition seems to fade over time. It is now much weaker than ours in the past. We only need to wait a few more days and it will dissipate on its own."
Fairy Jin Xi spoke, her voice was clear and sweet, and the tense atmosphere just now eased a lot.
Behind her were three pill-forming monks, all of whom were elders in Lingfeng City, and among them was Pi Xiu.
Hearing this, Su Zimo and Patriarch Lei Ming both nodded and were about to say something else, but the next moment, the expressions of the four Nascent Soul cultivators present changed.
The sound of swords roared from behind, and the sword-like escaping light rushed in front of everyone in just a moment.
Everyone looked up and saw a middle-aged monk with sword-shaped eyebrows and starry eyes standing in the air. His figure was as tall and straight as a pine tree, with the word "aloof" written all over his face, and his eyes were careless.
Scanning the area, the Dan-forming monk who could be seen felt as if he had been scratched by a sharp sword, and his skin ached in pain.
"Changchun Guan Wanqihong came here for matters related to the Immortal Mansion. Several fellow Taoists started chattering."
He was chattering, but he didn't mean to bow his hands, and his tone was a bit harsh. Even when facing the four ancestors of Lei Ming, he still looked so arrogant.