Lingbo City is a very ancient city, it is built on the Lingbo Mountain, simple and full of heaviness, it is said that it has a history of tens of thousands of years, and there are many legends full of fantasy in the folk.

The strange rocks of Lingbo Mountain behind it are craggy, like a dense stone forest, arranged according to the direction of the seven stars and eight nights, and the base camp of the Divine Spirit Sect is located in it.

In the past dynasties, strong men of this sect were born to dominate the entire Lingyin Continent, so that this ancient city has gone through the flames of war, and it is still as strong as new.

In front of the mountain gate, a bamboo forest is planted, and the blue waves are like the sea. It is said that those who have received the guidance of the God King of the Other World, and have not obtained the entry and exit tokens, once they break in, will get lost in it and become a pile of dry bones.

The stone forest and bamboo forest protect this place as impregnable. Since the Divine Spirit Sect had this natural barrier, even the disciples who were on guard patrol had omitted it.

So far, for 30,000 years, no outsider has been able to break this barrier and touch the gate of the Divine Spirit Sect.

Today is the sixth day of the lunar month, which is the coldest season of the year. On the training ground of this sect, many disciples were not afraid of the cold, all dressed up in short shirts, and practiced shirtless in a neat manner, and the scene was extremely hot.

However, in a large hall, the atmosphere was completely opposite, it seemed unusually cold and solemn, and even breathing became difficult.

A man in a mask, racking his brains to explain the ins and outs of the matter,

"The head of the Qi sect, the disciple dares to swear with his life, there is really no corruption of the treasure of the Zhenzong, it is really gone. ”

After a pause, the air was eerily silent, and no one responded, and he couldn't help but cough lightly, breaking the suffocating scene.

"Ahem...... The last time it appears, it's in the hands of that woman, and you can perform a soul search spell on her, and you can definitely find out the ins and outs. ”

"And this person has ill intentions, and he is watching the treasure of my sect, how to deal with it, please decide in advance. ”

The man in the ghost mask was the one who threw anyone out as a punching bag in Limbo City and smashed it unconscious.

After capturing the girl, he searched for an hour but found no trace of the bag, so he could only kneel in front of the hall anxiously and wait for the fate.

In front of him was an old man with gray hair, who was the current head of the Divine Spirit Sect - Yanjia. A wisp of long beard hangs down to the heart, quite like a fairy-style bone.

He sat cross-legged on a futon, his eyes gently closed, as if he had not heard anything.

After waiting for a long time to no avail, the masked man was not relieved, but became a little panicked.

Gritting his teeth, he made a ruthless proposal, "Master, what the disciple said is true, if you have doubts, you can conduct a soul-searching test on the disciple, and the disciple will follow it." ”

The so-called soul search is not just a random scan, you need to trust the person who casts the spell wholeheartedly, let the other party's divine consciousness wantonly pick up useful information in your mind, and you can't resist at all.

If the other party has a bad heart, one thought is wrong, one's divine consciousness will be damaged, and the probability of becoming an idiot is at least eighty percent.

He gambled with his own life, but to show his innocence. Maybe for the sake of his sincerity, maybe the person in front of him will let him live, and he won't blame him for doing things badly.

Sure enough, the boss responded to him quickly, but what he said was completely out of tune with what he expressed.

"Dapeng, go and bring that little girl over!"

"Huh?"

The masked man wanted to speak and stopped, but he didn't know why, but he still took the order and didn't dare to delay.

The girl was dragged in all the way by his five-flower tie-up, and the chains on her body were as thick as a child's arm, and they weighed hundreds of pounds by eye.

Fortunately, she is not an ordinary person, she is tired and can walk as usual.

"Let go of me, you bastard, you have the ability to fight me alone!"

The girl struggled as she walked, roaring defiantly.

"Shut up!" the masked man gave her a resounding slap as he raised his hand.

The girl covered her high and bulging face, and instantly became dumb. It's just a breathing effort, and it is swollen like a steamed bun, and the pain can't go away for a long time.

"Okay, there's nothing to do here, you go down!"

Yan Jia's tone was indifferent, and the masked man had to swallow even if he had a thousand words, and left with his eyebrows sucked.

He is not a child anymore, and he will naively think that the boss will not be held accountable.

When I opened the door, there were two rows of disciples with serious expressions standing outside, looking like they had been waiting for a long time.

Unlike the disciples who wore black clothes on weekdays, these people were all dressed in brown clothes, with a big precept on their backs, and a stick with thick arms in their hands, which was the standard configuration of the precept hall.

The leader was a middle-aged man, waving his hand behind him, and immediately two disciples bowed their heads to listen to the order.

"Hold it down, Dementor Whip ready!"

His voice was low and hoarse, without the slightest emotion, and he was indifferent to not like a person, but he directly sentenced the mask man to the most severe torture.

"Respect the law!"

The two disciples clenched their fists and spread their hands to the masked man expressionlessly, "Please, Senior Brother Dapeng!"

The tattoos at the corners of the man's eyes hidden under the mask twitched involuntarily, and his fists were pinched and loosened and pinched, and after repeated three times, he dragged away with the crowd with heavy steps.

The so-called soul whip is not an ordinary mortal weapon, it is a spiritual weapon made by collecting the grievances of many fierce beasts before they die.

This whip is not good-looking, nor is it very aggressive, and the damage value of whipping the flesh is very low, even if it hits a baby's body, it will only blow like a breeze, and will not leave the slightest trace.

However, its psychic sense is as painful as being cut with a blunt knife. No matter how strong the physique is, in the face of spiritual torture, there are few who can withstand it.

What will happen to the masked man is no longer enough for outsiders to say, but he said that although the girl was locked up, she was not afraid at all.

"Hey, old man, I advise you to let me go as soon as possible, or you will bear the consequences. ”

"Huh...... The little girl is not very old, but her tone is not small. ”

The moment the head of Yanjia opened her eyes, the girl only felt that countless electric rays were rushing towards her, and she couldn't help but close her eyes, turned her head away, and didn't dare to look directly.

However, because she is used to being tsundere on weekdays, she habitually replied: "Girl, I have everything, but I don't have a breath, don't talk nonsense old man." ”

"Hahaha...... Sure enough, it's just like the rumors.,Full of personality.。 ”

The head of Yanjia stood up with a "whoosh", like a bolt of lightning, and suddenly appeared in front of the girl, and she was so defenseless that she staggered back, and her little face was pale.

"You...... You...... Is it a human or a ghost?"

She is also a cultivator, and she has seen a lot of scenes, but in the face of this strange scene, she was still shocked.

Is this a speed that ordinary people can achieve?

"Hahaha...... The old way is a human or a ghost, can't the little girl know it when she sees it?"

As he spoke, he raised his fingers lightly and shouted in the air, "Open!"

I saw that the heavy iron chain "crackled", and it broke in response, and the jingle bell fell to pieces.

The girl looked at the ground, and then at the expressionless head of Yanjia, whose bloodless mouth couldn't close for a long time.