"Giggles, don't think that this time you three clans can grab the purple token with the presence of Senior Zhan. Who will get it depends on their strength. Just a Xuan-level being, it really doesn't matter.
It’s too safe.”
The female cultivator in the early stage of spiritual enlightenment looked at Lin Ying with a sarcastic look on her face, and she chuckled.
Although the female cultivator was only in the early stage, her daring to overstep her authority in front of that peak middle-aged man also showed that her status in the Quefu clan should not be low.
"Then let's see who can laugh last." Lin Ying obviously didn't want to quarrel with the other party anymore, her jade face turned cold and she said coldly.
"Friend Huang Dao, I wonder if the Quefu clan's entrustment of an alliance with us ten years ago has come to an end now?"
It seemed that the middle-aged man at the top of the spiritual realm didn't pay attention to the quarrel between the two female cultivators. Instead, he clasped his fists at Huang Qizhi again and said politely.
It seems that he came here not without reason, but specifically for Huang Qizhi.
"Haha, Fellow Daoist Jin can rest assured. Since the Linghan Merchant Alliance has been handed over to me, as long as the deadline is up, it will naturally give the Quefu Clan a satisfactory result. After two years, Fellow Daoist can go to Wanhui City.
The things will naturally be delivered to fellow Taoists."
Huang Qizhi laughed and said easily. He is very familiar with the strength of the business alliance. He knows that there will be dedicated people to handle the matters entrusted by the other party, and will not disappoint customers.
"This is very good. If we can gain something, we, the Quefu Clan, will naturally be grateful to the Linghan Merchant Alliance."
The monk surnamed Jin did not have much conversation with Huang Qizhi. After a few words, he clasped his fists and left.
Lin Ying regained her composure when she saw the three people disappearing into the white mist ahead. Although the two parties had reached an agreement, the agreement was only a verbal restraint.
At this moment for the last token to appear, anything will happen.
"Two fellow Taoists, fighting for the purple token this time is not an easy task. There may be a fight. Although the Quefu monks who know the two of them may not take action, there must be people who don't know them.
, you two should be more careful when the time comes."
When Qin Fengming and his two men were about to enter the mist, Lin Ying warned them again.
Qin Fengming nodded, without saying another word, and led Huang Qizhi into the mist.
In fact, this time we reached an agreement with Ancestor Zhan Yuan to enter the ruins together. The first issue was to get the purple token first.
Without that token, although you can still enter the Sumeru space, it will undoubtedly be much more difficult to find the ruins of Jiyang Palace.
Therefore, Qin Fengming was naturally mentally prepared for the token grab.
This mist is thick and cold, and if your body is submerged in it, you will feel a very strange aura sweeping through your body, and your body will feel as if you are in a void space.
This feeling is obviously a kind of spatial atmosphere.
Sensing the feeling and aura surrounding him, Qin Fengming became even more curious about the Sumeru space. Being able to cover an area tens of thousands of miles away with this mist is enough to show how huge the Sumeru space is.
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Qin Fengming felt that when his spiritual consciousness was released, it could still be clearly sensed within a radius of one or two thousand miles.
Judging from the state of his soul at this moment, if he is an ordinary monk at the pinnacle of spiritual communication, he can detect a range of one or two hundred miles with all his spiritual consciousness, which is already extraordinary.
And if it is an ordinary person in the early or middle stage of spiritual connection, it will be even worse. I am afraid that he can only detect fifty or sixty miles. The distance that his spiritual consciousness can detect is far better than others, which is already an insurmountable advantage.
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The fog is thick, which greatly hinders spiritual consciousness, and also contains an icy aura. Although this kind of coldness is hardly a threat to the spiritual monks, it still requires the monks to continuously use their own magic power to resist.
"Fellow Daoist Huang, let's wait here for the token to appear."
After flying thousands of miles into the mist, Qin Fengming stopped on a mountain peak, turned around and spoke to Huang Qizhi beside him.
Since you don't know which direction the token will fly to, just find a random place and wait.
Huang Qizhi naturally had no objection. He came here just to make fun of himself. He knew the strength of the young monk next to him. Even if he really encountered the token, the chance of him being able to help was slim.
not very big.
Qin Fengming did not set any prohibitions, but directly found a huge stone on the mountain peak and sat down cross-legged.
This mist-shrouded place covers tens of thousands of miles in radius. It is such a large area, but the number of monks may not even be a hundred. Moreover, the spiritual consciousness cannot reach far, so there are not many opportunities for monks to meet each other.
In fact, even if you meet other monks, there won't be many who are willing to fight.
Everyone came here with only one goal, and that was the purple token. Naturally, no one wanted to create more complications before seeing the token.
Two days later, a transmission note flashed out from the thick fog. With a flash, it silently stopped in front of Qin Fengming.
"The purple token has appeared, heading southeast." The token was activated, and the voice of Patriarch Zhan Yuan immediately sounded in Qin Fengming's ears.
Upon hearing the voice transmission from Ancestor Zhan Yuan, Qin Fengming's expression was suddenly shocked.
If the mountain gate is located in the center of this fog, then the direction where the two of them are at this moment is exactly in the southeast direction mentioned by Patriarch Zhan Yuan.
It's just that this fog covers tens of thousands of miles in radius, and there is still an extremely large area in the southeast that needs to be searched.
"Fellow Daoist Huang, the direction in which the token is flying should be where we are, but we need to go find and intercept it. This is Qin's transmission talisman. You and I should act separately. If we encounter it, send the transmission talisman immediately."
Qin Fengming couldn't take Huang Qizhi with him. The speed alone was not something Huang Qizhi could keep up with. Therefore, after handing the two transmission notes to the opponent, Qin Fengming shot away first.
Looking in the direction where Qin Fengming's figure disappeared in an instant, Huang Qizhi couldn't help but sigh.
It is really beyond his ability to dare to fly at such a speed in such a foggy place. You must know that the fog here is thick and has great hindrance. The faster the speed, the greater the resistance the monk will encounter.
With Qin Fengming's flying speed just now, Huang Qizhi knew in his heart that he couldn't do it.
I'm afraid that as soon as I pick up my speed, my flesh and blood will be crushed by the terrifying force of obstruction.
In a place shrouded in mist, Qin Fengming was able to withstand this kind of obstruction with his tough body. As his body flashed, his consciousness was released with all his strength. A land of one or two thousand miles in radius was enveloped in him.
in his consciousness.
But just when he had flown three or four thousand miles, a transmission note appeared in front of him again.
"Zhan was besieged by several monks from the Quefu tribe. The purple token was handed over to fellow Taoists to snatch it away." Pointing to the transmission note, a rapid voice rang in his ears.
The person who conveyed the message is still the ancestor Zhan Yuan.