Although the mountain road is rugged, Gong Mo Yi still arrived at the gate of Qingyu Town in dozens of flashes, and this time Gong Mo Yi still used the illusion to change himself into the same appearance as before.

A woman dressed in a black robe, with a graceful figure and an ordinary appearance, about twenty years old, holding black hair.

After returning to the appearance of when he came to the Bai family in Qingyu Town, Gong Mo Yi took a step and turned into a white afterimage again and disappeared in place.

In just an instant, the woman in black who had been transformed by the end of the palace came to the front of the shop that had acquired the maned lion demon beast before.

It's not dawn yet, the store is closed, and it's not open yet.

At the end of the palace, his face was like frost, and he looked coldly at the red door of this store. His consciousness condensed into a force and poked into the interior of the storefront.

The layout inside is the same as the last time I saw it, there is a hall at the main entrance, and there is only a red counter in the hall, and there is an abacus and pen, ink, paper and inkstone on the counter.

Then next to the mahogany table is a rattan chair. A rattan chair that allows people to half-lie on it.

In addition to the main hall, there are three portals of different sizes. Inside one of the portals is a warehouse of miscellaneous items, which contains a lot of meat and tools, as well as some miscellaneous miscellaneous miscellaneous items. There is a wide variety.

There is also a portal that is much larger, and it is a side hall. The space inside is wide and neatly arranged with a lot of seats. The sandalwood that has the ability to confuse the mind will not be pointed, after all, it is not yet dawn, and the door of the store is still closed. For the time being, there are no customers who will come to discuss business, and it is naturally a waste to order.

As for the other portal in addition to the side hall and warehouse, Gong Moyi is mainly exploring the situation in this portal. This portal is smaller than the other two.

After the divine sense penetrated, it was still the hundred-meter-long corridor, and at the end of the corridor was a small courtyard full of flowers.

The ordinary woman who was incarnated at the end of the palace looked frozen, and the divine consciousness that had entered the small shop stretched out along the place where the middle-aged man of the shopkeeper had entered last time.

After Gong Moyi, who was transformed into a woman in a black robe, infiltrated her divine sense into the corridor, she soon discovered the red square pavilion of the middle-aged shopkeeper before.

This square pavilion is where the middle-aged man of the obese shopkeeper met the mysterious man a few days ago.

Without the slightest hesitation, the divine sense directly probed into the interior of the Sifang Pavilion and searched for it.

"What's going on? No? The black-robed woman in the black robe that the palace end-of-the-palace had transformed was a little stunned on her frosty face.

And in the induction of the end of the palace, this is a space of only a few square meters, and there is no figure in the space. There was only a futon and a low, rectangular mahogany table on the floor.

How could there not be? What's going on? Where do I go to find that person?

For a while, the end of the palace was in turmoil, there was no one in this store, who should I ask? Do you wait until dawn, wait for the fat man to open?

At the end of the palace, when his heart was in turmoil, the old voice of the white-robed old man suddenly sounded in his mind: "I can help you find it, but this energy clone of mine is only in the cultivation realm of the Yuan Infant Stage." The scope of search is also limited. ”

As soon as he heard the old voice of the white-robed old man, Gong Moyi seemed to hear the sound of heaven, and because he couldn't find anyone, the depression on his little face suddenly alleviated by half. The voice was a little surprised and asked in his mind, "Senior Lingyun, are you willing to help me?" ”

"Hey...... Listening to you roar in your heart, it's a little annoying to hear, can't you plan to take a hand? The white-robed old man sighed helplessly, looking very reluctant.

"Of course it's good, there are seniors who are willing to help, and juniors can't ask for it!" The black-robed woman's cold face that Gong Mo Yi had transformed finally had a smile on her face.

"Uh, let the old man see." The white-robed old man's tone was light.

"Uh-huh!" Gong Moyi nodded and answered. Who is the old man in the white robe?

It was an old monster that had lived for three epochs, and with the help of such a monster, it would be much easier to find.

"Just now I swept it with my divine sense, and there is no trace of that demon cultivator within a radius of thousands of miles." The old man's voice in the white robe sounded in his head.

"No?! Not in a radius of thousands of miles? The ordinary face of the woman who was transformed by the end of the palace showed a hint of frustration again.

Where was Sister Mu taken? Are there any injuries now? That man is a man from the Demon Gate......

Gong Moyi felt a little confused in his heart......

At this moment, the sky is slightly bright, and the pedestrians on the streets of Qingyu Town have begun to increase. There are many shops and restaurants, all of which have opened their doors.

There are many sleepy-eyed juniors or shopkeepers who have begun to grind and get busy.

Some pedestrians say hello and say hello when they meet an acquaintance or something.

The atmosphere in this Qingyu Town gradually began to be a little noisy.

The black-robed woman at the end of the palace stood in place, her ordinary face a little heavy.

It is somewhat inconsistent with the atmosphere of Qingyu Town, which is gradually becoming lively.

As soon as he took a step, he disappeared into the streets of Qingyun Town, leaving only a black afterimage.

At this time, the sky was not yet bright, and the woman who was transformed by the end of the palace with the illusion was wearing a black robe, but no passers-by noticed it, and everyone just felt a gust of wind blowing, blowing the corners of their clothes or hair.

No one cares about the breeze, just an ordinary breeze blowing from a certain direction.

In just a few flickeres, the black-robed woman who had been incarnated at the end of the palace came to a remote dense forest outside Qingyu Town. As soon as his love moved, a pale silver three-foot flying sword appeared in his hand, on which a lifelike golden dragon was carved. This is the best magic weapon flying sword given to her by the white-robed old man, called the Golden Dragon Sword.

This is a magic weapon, which is naturally a hundred times better than the low-grade spiritual weapon he got from Zhou Long and the medium-bottle spiritual weapon he got from the young man of Xuanjinmen.

However, the grade is high, and the requirements for natural control are also more expensive. At present, Gong Moyi's cultivation realm is the peak of the sixth order of the Qi cultivation level, and his spiritual power is twice as high as that of the listening realm. But it can only be urged by one or two percent, and the magic weapon can only be urged if it is above the foundation building period, let alone this top-level magic weapon.

Gong Mo Yi reluctantly poured his spiritual power in, urging this superb magic weapon flying sword. This pale silver supreme magic weapon glowed with a faint fluorescence, and the golden dragon carved on the sword body also trembled slightly as if it was about to come to life. The blade also slowly grew in size at a speed visible to the naked eye.

As it grew larger, the sword body gradually drifted away from Gong Moyi's palm. It was suspended in mid-air, and it did not stop growing until it became about a foot long.

The black-robed woman in the black robe conjured by the end of the palace saw that the flying sword became bigger and hung in the air, and the jade foot lightly touched the earth and stone ground, and stepped on the flying sword in a leap.