The shadow of the sun is slanting, and the clouds are smoking. On the gentle slope, there are more than a dozen peasant families scattered together.

It is a small isolated mountain village.

Lu Qiming followed the marks left by Lin Youzhi all the way to here—but still didn't feel her breath;

Lu Qiming looked down for a week, restrained his breath, and quietly walked into the villagers.

Contrary to what one might expect, the atmosphere of the mountain village is not only not a trace of anger, but extremely peaceful and calm.

Through the doors and windows, Lu Qiming saw that every house was enshrined with a statue of a god, and fresh and clean melons and fruits were placed on the table.

Lu Qiming walked along the path, looking for markers and listening to the conversation between the villagers - but nothing out of the ordinary. The only difference is that there are very few people in the village, most of them are old and young, women and children, and few are young and strong.

"Why hasn't Abba come back? Don't you want Xiaobao anymore?" a childish voice made Lu Qiming pause.

The woman touched the child's head and said, "How can it be?

Lu Qiming frowned, flashed in front of the woman in an instant, and asked, "What sacrifice?"

There was an extra person in the room, and the woman was frightened for a long time before she stammered, "That's it...... Sacrificial ...... in the Church"

But the child was bold and stared at Lu Qiming vigorously. He dimly felt that Lu Qiming's clothing and temperament were different from those in the village on weekdays, and he couldn't help but say, "Big brother, are you here to find the beautiful sister from a few days ago?"

It must be her! Lu Qiming was about to ask, when he suddenly saw the expression on the woman's face become evasive, his heart tightened, and he said in a deep voice: "What the hell is going on?!"

How powerful the aura of Xiao Zhoutian's realm is, even if it is just a trace of leakage, it is not something that this mountain woman can bear. Under the shaking of her heart, she couldn't hide it at all, and said it honestly.

The more Lu Qiming listened, the colder his face became-

According to her, Lin Youzhi did arrive more than three days ago. The people in the village are hospitable, and Lin Youzhisheng's beauty makes everyone welcome her. Coincidentally, the prophet of the Tianming Sect also came to this village on the same day, and the villagers introduced Lin Youzhi to him.

The villagers had good intentions, but after meeting them, they didn't know what was happening, and half a day later, the prophet suddenly announced that God had decreed that Lin Youzhi should be used as a sacrifice!

The villagers were terrified, but they did not dare to disobey God's will, so they could only watch the prophet leave with Lin Youzhi.

And that sacrifice took place two days earlier......

Lu Qiming's eyes were full of murderous intent, he took a deep breath, and his figure disappeared in place in a flash, rushing towards the direction the woman said.

......

Not long after leaving the village, Lu Qiming found the row of tiny black dots on the ground.

Ink spider!

Lu Qiming's heart sank again - what the woman said was true, Lin Youzhi really encountered a situation that even she couldn't control!

The Ink Spider is not a real spider, but a product of a trick. It is only the size of a grain of rice, but as soon as it is dropped on the ground, two similar drop-ins will gradually spread out and form a line to indicate the whereabouts of the person behind them.

The Ink Spider is small, but it is extremely expensive, and it is unlikely that there will be a second person with the Ink Spider nearby. But marking with ink spiders usually means that movement is restricted.

However, the Ink Spider is the clearest guide. Lu Qiming moved forward at full speed along the black line, and after a quarter of an hour, he finally arrived at the place that the woman said-

It was a huge valley. The tall peaks are lined up on both sides, and a river runs through the front and back, and hundreds of wooden houses are neatly arranged and scattered around.

In the vast mountainous area, there is such a large gathering point.

Lu Qiming stood at the end of the ink spider and looked down on the entire valley, his brows furrowed slightly-there was a strange place in the center of the valley, as if there was an inexplicable force interfering, making his spiritual power unable to sense clearly, but he could vaguely feel that the martial artist was among them!

Lu Qiming's eyes narrowed slightly, and without hesitation, he swooped towards the valley.

......

There are hundreds of houses, but there is not a single figure to be seen outside, and not a single human voice can be heard.

Chickens, ducks, cows and sheep, cooking smoke and soaphorns, the whole valley floor is full of the breath of life, while the mountain people are still in their houses, not moving.

On the periphery of the dwellings was a ring of tall fences against wild beasts, and several formations were set up in front of the gates—but they were extremely rudimentary, and they must have been made by a warrior who knew no idea how thick the sky was.

When they arrived here, they still didn't feel that Lin Youzhi's breath had already made Lu Qiming's restlessness in his heart reach the extreme, and it was impossible to be in the mood to play any mystery with them.

Lu Qiming snorted coldly, waved his right hand, and his strong palm power poured out with anger-

There was a loud bang, and the formation fences were all destroyed in an instant, and the front was clean.

Exclamations abounded, and after a commotion, the mountain people finally ran out of their houses to check what was going on.

Lu Qiming looked at all this coldly, and said in his heart: "It's so breathless!" - the martial artist's breath still stayed in place.

The mountain people gathered more and more, and they stared in amazement at the ashes of the formation fence and the deep cracks in the ground, unable to utter a word.

Gradually, their gaze at Lu Qiming became more and more frightened, they glanced at each other, and suddenly knelt on the ground one after another, shouting in unison:

"Welcome to the Holy Messenger!"

......

Lu Qiming raised his eyebrows slightly-most of the mountain people didn't even dare to look up at him--they were actually respectful from the bottom of their hearts!

After a while, a simple peasant young man with thick eyebrows and big eyes trotted over, bowed to Lu Qiming, and said nervously: "Lord Holy Envoy, Lord Holy Maiden and Lord Prophet have been waiting for you for a long time. ”

Lu Qiming noticed that the young people subconsciously ranked the "holy woman" before the "prophet". He looked around and said with a smile: "Lead the way." ”

As soon as he spoke, the surrounding mountain people immediately breathed a sigh of relief, and stood up carefully one by one to make way for Lu Qiming.

Lu Qiming shuttled through the crowd with the young man who led the way, and gradually felt the unusual atmosphere in the crowd, and couldn't help but ponder in his heart.

These mountain people were all ordinary people with no cultivation, but there was a strange aura between them, which he had never seen before, and it seemed to be some kind of spiritual connection, inexplicable, but they were a very harmonious whole.

Together, these ordinary people had created a form of power that he had never seen before, and although it was still too weak to see its use, Lu Qiming knew that it was extremely unusual.

Could it be that this is what attracts Lin Youzhi?

Nothing to say all the way.

The two men soon approached the center of the valley, a four-story bamboo building.

It was the tallest and largest building in the valley floor, and although it was not surprising from the outside, it must have taken a lot of effort to build it in the mountains, and it seemed that this was the residence of the self-proclaimed "prophet" of the warrior.

The bamboo building is built on a round gray stone platform; the high platform is an antiquity at a glance, during which the mysterious lines are criss-crossed, and the color is mottled; there should have been many stone carvings, but now after the wind and frost, it has long been impossible to see the initial appearance.

As soon as Lu Qiming stepped on the high platform, he knew that it was the power here that disturbed his perception! And this power was extremely similar to what he felt in the villagers just now, but it was more distant and stronger.

The young man who led the way helped Lu Qiming open the door of the bamboo building, and then bowed down and retreated.

A gust of wind blew, blowing up the layers of curtains inside and waving softly towards Lu Qiming, like a daughter's hand.

Lu Qiming smiled inexplicably and stepped into the room with his hands in his hands.

There was a candle burning quietly in the room, and at the top sat a middle-aged man dressed in coarse cloth, with a woman in white at his side.

Lu Qiming didn't look at the middle-aged man, he looked straight at the woman.

The woman's robe was a little wide and did not fit well, but it did not feel the slightest sloppiness, but only looked chic and elegant.

The golden candlelight reflected the silhouette of her face, and she sat quietly, surrounded by a sense of serenity and holiness.

She heard the noise and immediately looked up.

Looking at each other, countless emotions flashed in her heart in an instant.

She let out a sigh of relief and smiled, her eyes flashing with joy.

After a long time, her lips opened lightly and sighed: "Holy envoy, don't come unharmed. ”