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Chapter 109 Black Impermanence

Qinghu is boundless as far as the eye can see, with a length of 580 miles from north to south and more than 300 miles from east to west. Standing by the lake, it is like looking at the sea. It can be said that this is the real Qinghe Holy Palace. The Baiyue Mountain at the outer gate is green and green.

Places such as Yunhu can only be regarded as marginal areas.

After leaving the inner gate hall, Lin Ke came to Qinghu.

The lakeside is densely forested, smoky and full of vitality.

Lin Ke took a deep breath of vitality. Suddenly, his limbs felt relaxed, and the blood flow seemed to speed up a bit. "The concentration of vitality here is almost as good as that of Baidi Lingshan."

Not far away, there is a ferry docked with various boats, including wooden boats several meters long, gorgeous ships tens of meters long, and even metal ships more than a hundred meters long.

Lin Ke chose a large red dragon wood boat more than 40 meters long and boarded it. Because he was carrying an iron box weighing more than 10,000 kilograms, the hull sank violently as soon as he got on the boat.

The other six inner sect saints on the boat, who were practicing, were all alarmed and cast their eyes towards Lin Ke.

Among the six inner sect saints, one of them was Zhang Linxiao.

Seeing Lin Ke, Zhang Linxiao immediately stood up, went to greet him, and said with a smile: "Boss Zangfeng, I didn't expect to meet you here. Which island did you choose?"

Lin Ke glanced at Zhang Linxiao and saw that his realm had broken through and reached the ninth level.

"Qifeng Island." Lin Ke said.

"What? Qifeng Island."

Zhang Lin burst out laughing and exclaimed, and then his expression became extremely exciting.

When the other five saints on the boat heard the words "Qifeng Island", they raised their heads again and stared at Lin Ke, with a hint of gloating.

Lin Ke frowned and realized that there seemed to be something wrong with Qifeng Island, so he asked Zhang Linxiao.

"Crash."

The red dragon wooden boat set off and headed towards the vast Qinghu Lake, riding the wind and waves at an extremely fast speed, like an arrow leaving a string.

On the deck, the wind was freezing.

Zhang Linxiao started talking to Lin Ke and said: "Xie Zihan, the owner of Qifeng Island, is one of the only two female saints among the top ten in the "Dragon List", but she has a nickname called Hei Wuchang."

"Does Xie Zihan look very dark?" Lin Ke asked.

Zhang Linxiao shook his head and said: "I don't know. Very few people have seen her true face. The last time she appeared was in the "Dragon Ranking" challenge two years ago. At that time, she was wearing black clothes.

Even her head was wrapped, and her face was wearing a bone mask. In that battle, she won seventh place on the "Dragon Ranking", leaving a deep impression on many saints."

"It is said that the reason why she did not dare to show her true face to others was because she practiced a kind of psychic method, which made her neither human nor ghost. Her originally beautiful face became extremely ugly."

"She is a psychic?" Lin Ke asked.

Zhang Lin smiled and said: "Yes, that's one of the reasons why everyone calls her Hei Wuchang. I heard that there are many souls gathered on Qifeng Island. At night, green fire flies, the wind blows, and the cries of ghosts can be heard.

Dozens of miles away.”

"There used to be many inner sect saints who wanted to enter Qifeng Island to practice. However, after going to the island, they either encountered fierce ghosts or came alive dead bodies, and they were all scared away."

"Don't think they are timid. In fact, Qifeng Island is really dangerous. Some of the inner saints have encountered unknown dangers. Some have broken legs, some are missing arms, and some even have eyes.

He went blind. It is said that he offended Xie Zihan and was beaten into a disability by the corpses and ghosts she raised."

Lin Ke said: "She is so ruthless in her methods. Doesn't the Holy Palace even care about her?"

Zhang Lin smiled and shook his head and said: "It's strange to say that she was so cruel that no one dared to go to Qifeng Island, but the hall master and master of the Holy Palace didn't care about her, and they didn't even punish her. Everyone.

Everyone is guessing that her background is probably very powerful. It is possible that she is not a warrior from the White Tribulation Star, but comes from above."

"Above? The Holy Gate?" Lin Ke said.

Zhang Lin smiled and said: "Who knows? Anyway, Hei Wuchang is very mysterious and powerful, and has never been defeated. Moreover, she has killed many evil people, has a remarkable record, and has a fierce reputation. Many demon warriors regard her as

The scourge also secretly calls her Hei Wuchang."

"However, Boss Zangfeng, if you can gain a foothold on Qifeng Island, it will be an excellent place for cultivation. There are more than a hundred islands on Qinghu Lake, and the vitality concentration of Qifeng Island is enough to rank among the top five."

After hearing all the stories about Xie Zihan's deeds, Lin Ke also had some regrets and wanted to choose another island.

If Xie Zihan is really a crazy woman who goes crazy in practicing martial arts, and is violent, with her powerful cultivation, Lin Ke is no match now. Moreover, Qinghe Holy Palace will not punish her if she is beaten to a disability.

How to play this?

However, the Xie brothers and sisters are still willing to stay on Qifeng Island to practice. Xie Zihan is probably not crazy enough to hit anyone he sees, right?

Now that I have entered Qinghu, I have to give it a try.

He, Lin Ke, was not an ordinary person. How could he be scared away when he heard the name "Hei Wuchang"?

Standing on the deck, you can see the entire scenery of Qinghu Lake, with islands one after another constantly being thrown back.

Some of those islands are lush and green, covered with towering trees; some are filled with singing birds and fragrant flowers, and are planted with crabapples, like a sea of ​​flowers; some have built a high tower and a large number of palace-style buildings.

On every island, there are Inner Sect saints practicing on it.

The further you travel towards the depths of Qinghu Lake, the higher the concentration of vitality.

Gradually, a towering peak appeared on the lake. The peak was located on a small island covered with green bamboos. The cliffs were so steep and densely covered with cliffs that it seemed like there was no way to the top of the mountain.

But on the top of the mountain, a Taoist temple-like building was built.

A black miasma enveloped the mountain peaks and spread downwards, covering the entire island.

"That's Qifeng Island. Boss Zangfeng wishes you good luck." Zhang Lin said with a smile.

After Lin Ke landed on Qifeng Island, the red dragon wooden boat immediately sailed away, for fear of staying here for a long time.

"Is it really that scary?"

Lin Ke looked up and saw swaying green bamboos everywhere, and there were wisps of breeze blowing in the bamboo forest.

Suddenly, Lin Ke's brain felt faint and painful, and he immediately woke up and mobilized his vitality to circulate throughout his body.

"There is miasma in the wind."

After a while, Lin Ke recovered, and then mobilized his soul to expel the invisible miasma several feet away from his body.

"It's really dangerous. If it were any other warrior, he would have probably inhaled the miasma and fainted to the ground."

Lin Ke became alert, clasped his hands and raised his voice: "Zang Feng, the saint of the inner sect, went to Qifeng Island to practice. I hope the island owner can show up to see him."

The loud sound spread throughout the island, making the bamboo forest rustle.

Unfortunately, there was no response.

Lin Ke hesitated for a moment, and finally did not rush into the island. Instead, he found a white boulder the size of a house on the edge of the island.

He took off the iron box on his back, then leaned against the boulder, sat cross-legged, swallowed a mouthful of spiritual blood, and started refining it.

Anyway, it’s cultivation everywhere, as long as you have enough energy.

The center of the island, the top of the mountain.

A figure wearing a black robe and a bone mask stood on the edge of the cliff, looking into the distance, and uttered a voice that only a young woman could have: "He actually practiced so arrogantly, I really thought he could do it like this

Establish a foothold on Qifeng Island?"

Jie Wei stood at the back and said: "This person's name is Zang Feng. He is a body-training warrior. Not long ago, he defeated Bai Yunge, who ranked first on the "Tiger List"."

"A body-refining warrior can actually enter the inner gate? How old is he?" the black-robed woman asked.

Xie Mei hesitated for a moment and said: "He has always worn a mask and has never shown his true face. However, I can tell that he should be less than twenty years old."

"Through body training, you can defeat Bai Yunge before you are twenty years old. So you are still a body training genius?"

The woman in black robe seemed to be interested, and her eyes under the white bone mask emitted a strange green light, and said: "Bring over a copy of his information, I want to see if he is qualified to become a member of Qifeng Island

a member of.”

"I have checked his information, and the island owner should be interested."

Jie Zangjian walked out of the building that looked like a Taoist temple and handed an original mirror to the woman in black robe.

"The ninth-grade untouchable."

"The second generation of good people."

"Liu Qinghong, who killed Dark Demon Valley, Guyuelou, the direct grandson of the Lord of the Ghost Palace, is the greatest contributor to the destruction of Blood Clothes Castle... dozens of evildoers have died in his hands."

Hearing Zang Feng's stories, even Xie Wei was secretly surprised. How could a body-refining warrior have such ability?

Especially the achievement of killing Guyuelou was the most outrageous.

Although Guyuelou is not a master, his identity is there. Ordinary saints would not have the guts to kill Guyuelou even if he puts his neck in front of them.

Not everyone dares to offend the Lord of the Ghost Palace.

The woman in black robe threw the original mirror to Jie Zangjian and said with a smile: "It's interesting. If he can survive tonight, I will bring him to see me tomorrow."


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