A month later, Ye Qiu returned to the sect, and when he heard that Qing Ling had once again disobeyed the sect's order to recall and refused to put aside his relationship with Xue Yang, the head of the sect expelled him from the inner gate in a fit of rage.

And when Qing Ling heard the news, he only felt that the head of the family was really partial to his own daughter, and he even disdained the style of the Sword Pavilion, and openly severed the relationship with the Sword Pavilion.

When the news came back to the sect, the brothers who originally admired the Qingling Fairy only felt disappointed, was it really worth betraying the sect for the sake of a man?

There are even disciples who feel that they were blind at the beginning, and the sect cultivates them so hard, how can the Qingling Fairy rob her own sister-in-law's fiancé, and betray the master who raised her?

Of course, there are also some of her brainless fans, who feel that it is not her fault that she meets true love, and the punishment of the head of the house is inevitably too heavy.

And when Ye Qiu heard these rumors, he wondered if these disciples were too idle, and it was better to spend time cultivating if they had time to talk about these gossips.

For a while, the entire Sword Pavilion was full of complaints, complaining, and everyone complained in their hearts, the senior brother was too ruthless.

Ye Qiu has turned into a god, according to reason, he should be promoted to the elder level, and the title of senior brother should be replaced by the highest cultivator of the next disciple, but because of his high talent, his cultivation has risen too fast, and he is young, he has always been the object of worship of all the low-level disciples of the sect, and the next disciple is not too outstanding, plus Ye Qiu did not hold a position in the sect, and the sect also acquiesced to the position of his senior brother, and used his talent to inspire all low-level disciples.

"Recently, there have been demon beasts causing chaos in Xiaoqingshan, causing a lot of trouble to mortals, Ye Qiu, you lead some low-level disciples to deal with it." The head explained in a deep voice, although he has experienced some worries recently, but looking at the young and promising nephew, he only feels a lot more relaxed.

"Yes, Ye Qiu took the order." He also understood why the head of the family handed over this matter to him, Xiaoqingshan was his original home, how to say that he had also lived there for more than a year, and he couldn't watch something happen there.

And the demon beast is in chaos, it is very likely that it is because Qing Ling took away the eight-tailed spirit fox, since a few months ago, the demons of the demon world broke the boundary between the two worlds, and all parts of the cultivation realm have been in turmoil since then, and Xiao Qingshan is no longer the first place.

"Demon girl, let go of the young master of my clan." In Daqing Mountain, a woman and two men drove the flying magic weapon to run forward, the woman was still holding a snow-white fox in her arms, and behind them, there was a red fox the size of a small mountain, the red fox had a combined period of cultivation, and six tails grew behind him.

The woman is Qingling, and the two men beside her are also Xue Yang and Fanxing, who have always accompanied her.

"It's really unlucky, why is it that every time the little fox comes out of the fairy mansion, they will track it down." Qing Ling frantically exported aura to the flying magic weapon, and Xue Yang and Fanxing were not idle, hitting the crazy red fox one after another.

Although the cultivation of the three of them was lower than that of the red fox, their flying magic weapon was obviously a very powerful treasure weapon, and the red fox couldn't catch up for a while, and the attack kept falling on him, and he was soon scarred.

The little fox squeaked, a little restless.

"Did they put a ban on the little fox, why was it discovered by the fox people every time they got close?"

Thinking about it, there was only this possibility, Qing Ling threw the little fox into his space again, and the red fox behind him noticed that the young master's breath was missing, and became even more crazy.

Qing Ling controlled the spirit boat to move forward quickly, passing by the territory of a black bear halfway, the red fox was dragged down, and there was no breath of a little fox, Qing Ling and they quickly escaped from the track.

"Do you want a little fox to be in the space?" Qing Ling frowned, this kind of day of being chased by the demon clan every day is really annoying.

"When it transforms, there will naturally be no such prohibitions." The remnant soul of the fairy realm who had been sleeping for a long time looked at the little fox in amazement, but he didn't expect that there would be such a talented spirit fox in the next session, and it was really possible to cultivate into the nine-tails.

"But the little fox's atavistic bloodline has awakened, and if it wants to transform into a caravatar, it will at least have to survive." Qing Ling's mood was even more depressed, and her beautiful little face was full of sorrow.

"Normally, that's true, but as long as you find the 10,000-year-old Transformation Grass, you'll have no problem." The remnant said.

But it's so easy to say, how can it be so easy? Most of the transformation grasses on the market are only a thousand years old, and the ten thousand years are almost extravagant, even if the star family's business houses are all over the cultivation realm, they have only collected three thousand years of transformation grass at the most, but he has heard a piece of news.

"Western Buddhism once suppressed a 10,000-year-old spirit monkey, and I heard that the spirit monkey's companion spirit plant is a transformation grass." Fanxing said this, and Qing Ling's eyes lit up, and he was about to leave almost immediately.

Despite the low reliability of this information, the fact that the spirit monkey was not dead, and the possibility of the Shapeshifting Grass being reborn was very low, they decided to give it a try.

At this moment, Ye Qiu had already arrived at Xiaoqingshan, and when he learned that it was a red fox the size of a small mountain, he knew it in his heart, leaving a few disciples to guard this place, and he set off for the Western Buddhism Gate alone.

He remembered that the Putuo Temple in the West had suppressed a spirit monkey, and there was a 10,000-year-old transformation grass, and the little fox in his previous life relied on this transformation grass to transform into shape, and Qing Ling did not know how to abduct the Buddha of Putuo Temple, resulting in the destruction of Buddhism's reputation.

However, although the Ten Thousand Year Transformation Grass could transform the little fox into shape, the side effects were also terrible that they didn't expect.

Originally, relying on the blood of the atavistic ancestors, the little fox was born with the talent of eight tails, and it may not be able to grow the ninth tail over time, but once it uses the transformation grass and uses foreign objects, it will forever lose the qualification to grow the ninth tail.

He doesn't care if the little fox can grow a ninth-tailed Ye Qiu, what he cares about is that the human world can't conflict with the demon world again, and it's best not to have another high-level demon cultivator by Qingling's side.

Putuo Temple is a holy place for Buddhism, but no monk has ascended to the west for thousands of years, but it has been different since he accepted a disciple twenty years ago.

Almost every monk knows that the young disciple of the presiding officer, Ming Spiegel, was born with a Buddha bone, and was born with a Buddha voice, which is likely to be the reincarnation of the Buddha.

At this time, Ming Spiegel sat in front of the solemn Buddha statue of Baoxiang and meditated on the morning class, he was wearing a snow-white monk's robe, holding a string of sandalwood Buddha beads in his hand, and his young and handsome face was compassionate.

After a long time, he opened his eyes, and when you looked at it carefully, it seemed that you saw the common people under his eyes.

Spiegel was born with a red mole on his eyebrows, bright as blood, and a snow-white face that was handsome and abnormal, if he wasn't wearing a monk's robe and shaving his head, he looked like a handsome son.

Qing Ling sneaked into the temple, and accidentally broke into here, and at this moment he saw the mirror out of the dust, and for a while he was stunned and exposed his breath.