In the evening, Lingzhi and Lingjue had reached their destination, and they did not show up. Ling Zhi's eyes were sharp at this time, and his former self-confidence had been restored, and he vaguely felt that this matter was related to the memory fragments in his brain, but what about it? With his own strength, even if he found the truth, he couldn't solve the problem, in this case, only becoming stronger was his only purpose, and other things were put aside for the time being.

The destination is also called Luoshen Creek, it is said that this place used to be a small stream, and 10,000 years ago the creek dried up because of the battle between two immortals, and the landform also changed. In addition, there have been countless adventurers here who want to come here to try their luck, but unfortunately, after 10,000 years, the half-immortals have fallen a lot, but they have never found the traces of immortals. As time goes by, there are fewer people here, except for the formation that still exists here, and other places can be said to have been turned over. At the same time, countless villains from the outside world have taken refuge in order to avoid being pursued. The remnants of the formation here have no means of attack, but they can block the tracking. Even if you are marked as a half-immortal, you will be reborn like a fish in water when you come here.

Lingzhi has already sensed the other three demi-immortals, and there is a spiritual sense, and the other party has not noticed them!

The first team and everyone camped on the spot. But I haven't seen my master for a long time, and I inevitably jumped out a little impatiently.

At the time of the bonfire, everyone took out the guys and began to cook the food in groups of sects. Most of Emei's disciples are beautiful and beautiful, but unfortunately they are all cold and lifeless.

Most of the indigenous sects came with the strength of the whole sect, and they were in a state of being untraceable for a long time, so it was inevitable that they would act without scruples. At first, I was still a little in awe of the big sect, after all, no one wanted to offend a half-immortal monk, although Luo Shenxi could not be tracked, but if he was killed in person, he would be killed. They are bold and reckless, and they are not to the extent of ignoring the demi-immortals. However, the last few days have been different. With the foot strength of the half-immortal, even from the farther Five Elements Immortal Sect, it would take up to three days to arrive, but at this time, the news had been spread for seven days, and none of the half-immortals had arrived, which made the indigenous sects have other ideas.

Hehuan Sect is one of them, the sect leader Yin Hehuan cultivates to reach the peak of the seven patterns, and in the indigenous sect, only Liu Buyang, who hides his identity, he does not dare to provoke, and the others are not his opponents.

Yin Xiaosong is the crown prince of the Hehuan Sect, who has always been rampant and domineering, and does all kinds of evil. At this time, he licked his mouth and looked at the women of Emei, and their saliva was about to flow out.

"Dad, I've never played with such a perfect woman! Dad, you have to help me!" After speaking, he smacked the maid next to him.

Although Yin Hehuan is also a womanizer, he is also the head of a sect, so he naturally won't speak so directly.

"Xiao Song! You have the courage to be a father back then! You will become a great weapon in the future!" After speaking, Yin Hehuan laughed, and also looked at the Emei girls with slightly narrowed eyes, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

Emei led the team this time is a tall and mature child-faced beauty, although her face is childish, but the sword in her hand is indeed buzzing all the time. The immortal weapon has a spirit, this is a semi-immortal weapon.

"Aunt Yiyi, those prostitutes are so bold, they look at us so presumptuously, they don't put me in their eyes at all, please let me get rid of them!" A little short and cute girl walked out, walking a little jumpy, her eyes were full of excitement when she spoke, it seemed that she was a girl who came out for the first time.

Liu Yiyi looked in the direction of the Hehuan Sect, her eyes were a little disgusted, but she was still as calm as ever, "Don't be in a hurry at this time, although the Hehuan Sect is a small sect, but after all, it has been rooted in this place for thousands of years, and there are still some means, the sect master's cultivation is comparable to mine, and I must be prepared to dare to provoke in this situation, and it must be us who act rashly and suffer losses!"

In fact, where did she know the thoughts of the natives? The Hehuan Sect has dominated Luoshenxi for thousands of years, and there has never been an opponent for thousands of years, and the sect stipulates that disciples are not allowed to leave Luoshenxi, that is to say, Hehuan Sect's understanding of Emei is only from hearsay. If the cultivation is much higher than theirs, they will naturally not act rashly, but if they are just a little girl, even if the cultivation is considerable, they will not be taken seriously by Yin Hehuan! What's more, Yin Hehuan fell in love with Liu Yiyi at a glance!

"Father, they didn't do it, they are really timid, in my opinion, this Emei is also a waste of fame, that is, it is stained with a little light of the ancestors, and there are resources for cultivation, and the actual cultivation is estimated to be far inferior to our Hehuan Sect!" Yin Xiaosong expressed his opinion very appropriately.

Yin Hehuan has recently made great progress in cultivation, and he has never seen a real master, and his confidence is also very inflated. "Xiao Song is right, there are only ten of them in total, and the cultivation who takes the lead is a little worse than me, if I take action in person, it will definitely be unstoppable, and I will be able to catch it!"

When many indigenous sects saw this scene, they were all familiar for a while, and then they all looked at the Emei women with pity. Only a few people who have just entered Shenluo Creek are optimistic about the disciples of the Emei faction!

Yin Hehuan was about to do it, but he stopped halfway. His expression was a little worried, "Son, did you say that this Emei Sect Half-Immortal is here?"

Yin Xiaosong despised his father a little in his heart, but his face was constantly smiling, respectful as before, "Father's far-sightedness makes the child admire, but that half-immortal cultivates to the sky, and he will arrive here from Emei in four days at the slatest, and if he travels day and night, he can arrive at the earliest! Besides, how big is the secret temptation of becoming an immortal, I think my father knows, not to mention the group of half-immortals who are about to become immortals? But now that seven days have passed, there is still no trace of them, so! According to the child's opinion, all the factions are thundering and raining, and those big people have not come at all!

After listening to it, Yin Hehuan suddenly felt that it made perfect sense. In fact, except for the occasional superficial learning of the literati, he was actually illiterate, and even his cultivation was only recited by the Great Elder and listened to him before he could enter the cultivation. Being able to have today's cultivation is all due to his innate spirit root.

"Okay! If this is the case, God will help me! Komatsu, do you like that? Tell your dad directly, and your dad will grab it for you!"

Although Yin Xiaosong has read some books, he is essentially Yin Hehuan's own son, "Father, the one who takes the lead! I want this one! I will give the rest to my father!"

Yin Hehuan's face was embarrassed, this is his own son, even his eyes are so similar, but unfortunately my cultivation bottleneck has arrived, this leading woman must get it, "Xiao Song! This leading woman is of great use for her father, you can choose the others!"

Yin Xiaosong felt a burst of resentment in his heart after hearing this, but his face did not change at all, he knew that if this seemingly kind father turned his face, he would end up miserable. He survived from a thousand brothers, all by talent and his father's favor, and he did not have the courage to oppose Acacia before he was in his fledgling. "It's up to my father!"

The funny thing is that before the fruit is plucked, they have already begun to disagree over the distribution!