"Little brother Qingji, there is Chiyin Peak ahead. Everyone in the world thought that such a cultivation realm as Source Qi and Rain could only be seen in the few ancient dynasties in the world.

As everyone knows, on the Chiyin Peak of my Qing's Bihong Mountain Range, this is just a drizzle in the drizzle. Later, when the younger brother Qingji sees the real cultivation realm, don't drop his jaw in shock. ”

As he spoke, Grand Elder Qingfan reached out to stroke his beard under his chin.

He is in a critical position because of his cultivation of a miracle skill, and at this moment, his image is that of a young man who is immature and hairless, and of course he will fail at a touch.

Dumbfounded, Qing Fan didn't care, and still pointed to the majestic peak in front of him that was half into the void and half into the clouds to introduce Qing Ji.

"Chiyin Peak!"

At this moment, Qingji actually didn't need anyone's guidance, he saw the peak at a glance, and his heart shook violently.

It was only then that he was finally completely sure that the summoning power of the vibrating bloodline was emitted by the Red Hidden Peak in front of him.

Forced to press the blood qi that was faintly boiling around him, Qing Ji didn't even listen to the words of the Great Elder.

Qing Fan saw that he was so distracted, but although this young man acted old, he still exposed the immaturity in his state of mind at the critical moment.

But it makes sense. Otherwise, in the face of an old demon-like young man, even Qingfan also had a strange feeling of "whether the other party has cultivated the same exercises as himself".

The power of the divine soul moved slightly, and Qing Fan controlled the flying boat to rise slowly, and flew radially towards the peak hidden in the heavy clouds and mist.

With his status, he can go directly to the top of any of the eight veins without having to wait at the half-waist welcome pavilion.

However, at the moment when the flying boat was about to approach the peak of Chiyin Peak, a layer of blood-colored light visible to the naked eye rippled out of the void. The body of the boat touched it, and it was suddenly firmly imprisoned by the vast force carried by the blood-colored light.

At the same time, I heard a cold voice shouting, "Who dares to trespass into the Red Secret Realm without being cleared." The old man Qing Hansha is here, don't report his name soon! ”

"This old guy is hiding here."

Qingji frowned slightly. I could hear that this was the voice of the skeleton old man who participated in verifying his bloodline on the Void Battle Stage.

"Elder Hansha. Old man Qingfan, lead the young master of Chiyin to return to the lineage, please let go of the ban. ”

The Great Elder's expression was indifferent, as if he didn't care about the scene that was happening in front of him.

After a moment of silence, the voice couldn't hide a hint of surprise and spoke again: "It turned out that the Great Elder arrived, and his subordinates were far away, forgive their sins." ”

As he spoke, the blood-red light lit up for a moment, and then vanished. The boat regained its freedom and finally reached the top of the peak, and then slowly descended towards an extremely open green square.

When he reached the ground, the Great Elder took the flying boat. Everyone was just in the air, the fog was cold and the wind was cold. At this moment, I am on the green grass, but it is a gentle breeze, as if it is a spring in March, and it is so uncomfortable to be warm.

When Qingji first came here, he was surprised in his heart. Just then, a strange brilliance erupted in the depths of his eyes.

It turned out that at the moment when Qingji stepped on the grassy ground, the power of the previous summoning really came, enveloping his whole body.

The next moment, this invisible force penetrated through the body and directly merged into the depths of the bloodline.

It was as if something was sleeping in the body. With a bang, Qing Ji only felt that the blood and qi around his body surged violently, directly shaking to the sea of souls.

The divine light withstood this impact and immediately functioned on its own. Just when the three golden lights were brighter, Qing Ji was shocked to find that in the sea of his soul, at some point, a red-robed man with a cold face and a murderous aura exuded from his body.

"Who are you?"

Qing Ji was shocked.

This is the sea of his soul, a forbidden place where even if a warrior throws away his life.

On that day, Qingji's cultivation of the Divine Sutra was slightly successful, and with Shi Luo in charge, even terrifying figures such as the Nine Yin Demon Venerable were finally destroyed here.

Now that he has three golden lanterns, his soul power is even more than that of ordinary god refining powerhouses.

Qingji is confident, and now his sea of soul can be described as solid. Even if any powerhouse from the Void Continent descended, under the moment insight of the Ming King Conch and the three golden lanterns, it would be difficult for him to sneak in silently. Not to mention doing anything to take control of the body and the soul.

But the red-robed man in front of him, how did he get in? At this moment, the three divine golden lamps did not react at all to the appearance of the red-robed man.

What made Qingji even more shocked and frightened was that the stone snail that was originally connected to his mind seemed to have fallen into a deep sleep.

Although its presence can still be clearly felt. But no matter how he called, the stone snail did not respond at all. Even the ghost demon tree, which settled in the stone snail and had to chatter endlessly when it encountered a little thing, was completely silent.

An inexplicable chill rose from the bottom of my heart. Only then did Qingji realize that everything in the sea of his soul had been stilled and frozen at a certain moment before.

The only thing that was still free was the wisp of soul consciousness he was thinking about. In addition, of course, the red-robed man in front of him who was cold and terrifying, looking at him silently.

"Your name is Qingji? With such a thin bloodline, such a weak cultivation, how could Brother Tianbo choose you as the young master of Chiyin? ”

The red-robed man's lifeless eyes stared at Qing Ji for a long time, and then suddenly asked.

His voice was like an eternal cold river, extremely cold. However, as he spoke, the red-robed man's eyes lit up, and there was a hint of life in them.

"This senior, you...... Are you ...... Dare to ask the name of the honorable ......"

Qingji is very human. After a moment of horror, he came back to his senses.

The other party's question made him not know how to answer. God knows why that genealogy weapon spirit chose himself as the Chiyin Young Lord, most of them still took a fancy to his martial arts combat power and talent potential that far surpassed his peers.

It's just that his qualifications that are beyond doubt even on the hostile side now seem to be insufficient in the eyes of the red-robed man.

Especially when the red-robed man said, "With such a thin bloodline, such a weak cultivation, how could Brother Tianbo choose you as the young master of Chiyin", Qing Ji saw that in the depths of the other party's eyes, there was a strange light that fluctuated in the endless cycle of life and death, and he faintly seemed to have seen through all the secrets in his body.

This strange feeling of being able to see the whole body at a glance and being naked in front of each other's eyes is extremely uncomfortable.

Knowing that he was only confronting the red-robed man with his soul mind now, Qingji still couldn't help but shrink his already extremely stiff body.