The middle-aged female cultivator saw Xiao Tao reveal her true cultivation, her face immediately became ugly, she always felt that she had built a three-layer cultivation, not to mention the Yinlong Mansion, even if she arrived in Longqi City, she could walk sideways, but she didn't expect that the cultivation of this pink-clothed girl was higher than herself.

She regretted it a little now, regretting that she was too complacent, but it was too late, Xiao Tao smiled slightly, shook her arm, and attacked the middle-aged female cultivator with a bang.

Regret is regret, and now she can only meet the enemy with all her might, the middle-aged female cultivator didn't think about it anymore, and with a bang, a long sword flashed out, and then a yin wind swayed in her left palm, slashing at Chang Aya, and the long sword in her right hand struck straight at Xiao Taomian.

The yin wind struck and swung Chang Aya aside, Xiao Tao didn't care, with a wave of her left hand, Chang Aya swayed with the wind, and continued to attack the middle-aged nun.

The two of them fought back and forth for more than an hour, and suddenly, the middle-aged female cultivator let out a scream of "ah", it turned out that she was scratched by Xiao Tao, she hurriedly resisted, but then she could only resist, and she was unable to attack, and after a while, she was injured in a few places.

The middle-aged female cultivator knew that this time she was lost, she originally saw that Xiao Tao was young, thinking that she didn't have much experience in battle, and she could beat her with rich experience, but now it seems impossible, Xiao Tao is obviously experienced in a hundred battles, and she is ruthless, and if she doesn't run, she is afraid that she will die here today.

Gritting her teeth, the middle-aged female cultivator decisively grabbed a handful of talismans from the storage bag and threw it at Xiao Tao, then turned around and stepped on the flying sword and fled.

Only a few loud bangs were heard, and the middle-aged female cultivator was in a hurry. Grabbed all the talismans in the storage bag, all kinds of talismans, golden light talismans, fire wall talismans, etc., only to see the golden light shining, the red light dazzling, and a light nearby.

Xiao Tao hurriedly stepped back, and then also threw out the defensive talisman that Qingyan had given her before.

When the light dissipated, she found that the middle-aged nun was gone, but she was not in a hurry at all. The middle-aged nun had already been hit hard just now. There are also Qu Yuan and Qingyan intercepting them, and they can't run out at all.

The middle-aged female cultivator fled in a hurry, and she didn't go far when she suddenly stepped on something. Suddenly, the scene changed. The surroundings are no longer the sight of Skylark Mountain. It's an endless emptiness.

The middle-aged female cultivator paused for a moment, and heard a voice coming over: "Fellow Daoist, go slowly!" ”。 Listening to the sound is like a pearl falling on a jade plate, graceful and pleasant, but extremely cold.

Listening to the voice, it was obviously not the pink-clothed girl just now, she had already entered Qingyan's formation.

The middle-aged female cultivator's face changed greatly, and there was no end in all directions, she still couldn't see her head after flying for a long time, back and forth, flying several times, the middle-aged female cultivator's spiritual power was exhausted, and she fell to the ground.

"Who are you?" , the middle-aged nun asked in a trembling voice.

As a foundation building monk, she was originally very proud, but first she met a young monk whose cultivation was higher than herself, and she was beaten to the ground, fled in a hurry, and then entered the trapped formation, and looking at it like this, the cultivation and formation qualifications of the people who set up the formation were very high.

A small Longyin Mansion, a simple task, she didn't expect to be hindered so much, and she is now seriously injured, trapped in the formation, already under the control of others, life and death can't help it.

"Where are you from? What is the purpose of going to Qingfu! Qingyan asked.

At this time, Xiao Tao had already rushed over and joined Qu Yuan and Qingyan.

When the middle-aged female cultivator heard this, she understood that the people in the formation were trapping her and wanted to interrogate her, so she sat cross-legged on the ground, seized the time to breathe, and did not say a word, thinking of countermeasures in her heart.

"You don't want to heal in there, do you? Haven't you noticed that your spiritual power can't be gathered at all? The more time passes, the worse your injuries become? Qingyan said coldly.

The middle-aged female cultivator was stunned, and sure enough, she felt that she couldn't operate her spiritual power at all, not only that, but the energy in her body was draining, and the injuries on her body seemed to be getting worse and worse, and it was a little difficult to stand up now.

The middle-aged nun's heart turned sharply a few times, but she still didn't say a word.

Qingyan smiled coldly, looking at the middle-aged female cultivator who was trapped, and suddenly with a flick of his fingers, a few spirit stones did not enter the formation.

The middle-aged female cultivator sat on the ground, but she also knew that there was no way to escape, and she was having mixed feelings in her heart, and suddenly felt a biting wind blowing in the array, straight into the bone marrow, and the pain was faintly coming.

Has this array changed? The middle-aged female cultivator also knew a little about some formations, and her face turned blue immediately, and the people outside didn't know who it was, so she could change the formation at will? And she had never heard of this formation.

Who is the person who sets up the formation? I remember when I first came, I heard that there were other forces in Qingfu, probably to protect Qingfu, and several of them were under the banner of protecting Qingfu, but they actually had other plans.

It seems that the other force should not be underestimated, who is it? There are only a few first-class families in the Qingping world, and they can be counted on both hands.

"Ah", the middle-aged female cultivator didn't have time to think about it, and suddenly screamed, the original biting wind became stronger and stronger, more and more cold, and almost penetrated into the depths of the soul.

As the wind became more and more cold, the middle-aged nun couldn't support it for a long time, covering her head, hunching her body, and constantly rolling and wailing on the ground.

"Tell me when you want to say it", Qingyan said slowly outside the formation.

There was too much movement on Skylark Mountain just now, but fortunately they chose a remote place to trap the middle-aged nun.

This formation was created by Qingyan himself, how could he not be proficient in the formation as a refiner, plus there was a refining treasure book, Qingyan created this formation according to a law, specifically for monks.

The cold and biting cold wind is equivalent to being on the cold ice platform, and Qingyan added some materials, even if the middle-aged female cultivator is a foundation building monk, she can't survive it.

"Stop, I say, I say", the middle-aged nun finally couldn't hold it anymore and said loudly.

"Say it, I'll stop when it's clear", Qingyan, Qu Yuan, and Xiao Tao were waiting leisurely outside the formation, and said leisurely.

"Answer first, what do you want to do when you come to Qingfu?" , Qingyan asked sharply.

"We ...... Our family master said that Qingfu hides a huge secret, and we are here to find this secret! The middle-aged female ninja said intermittently in great pain.

"Secret? What secret? Qingyan asked.

She was very strange, except for herself, everyone else in their family was ordinary people who didn't even have a spiritual root, what secret could this be? Even if it was a worldly treasure, it was impossible to attract the attention of the immortal cultivators.

"I don't know, we're here to find clues," the middle-aged nun said.

"Who is the head of your house? Which one are you from? Qingyan continued to ask.

The middle-aged female cultivator endured great pain, and when she heard Qingyan ask this, she was suddenly stunned for a moment, still hesitating.

Qingyan snorted coldly, and suddenly hit a magic decision, the middle-aged female cultivator felt that the pain was even more unbearable, she couldn't hold on anymore, and rolled around on the ground with a wail, and said, "We swear we can't say, ah, I say, I say." (To be continued.) )