The Hidden Spirit Stone Fragment can't cultivate the stealth technique, and it is used to refine the Invisible Ghost Puppet, but it is good.

If Mo Xiangzi is not greedy and only uses it to refine a ghost puppet, then this ghost puppet may not be visible to ghost cultivators like An Xian and Luo Luo.

Mo Xiangzi obviously didn't think that there was any threat to ghost cultivation, but wanted to get a few more stealth killers to expand his strength, so he split the fragment of the hidden spirit stone into more than a dozen pieces, which were used to refine the stealth ghost puppet, which greatly reduced the stealth effect of the ghost puppet.

An Xian had to change his direction and continue to hint at Yun Zhenzi. "No matter how the person who manipulated the ghost puppets behind the scenes refined these ghost puppets, I believe that this person must know my Ten Thousand Swords Sect very well. Otherwise, how would he know that Liyuan lived in the Ninth Peak? It's just that it's strange to be idle, isn't it only a few of us in the whole sect who know about Liyuan?"

Yun Zhenzi's expression immediately became obscure. Yes, he clearly announced the retreat from the abyss, and in the gang, except for him, An Xian, Su Jing, and Wang Sheng, only a few elders and Taishang elders knew the truth.

This question, he is not good to talk to An Xian deeply. Yun Zhenzi had the intention of ending the conversation, and he said, "Leisure, do you have anything else to ask?"

An Xian shook his head, acting as a little daughter-in-law, and said half-shyly: "An Xian is just worried about his husband, I don't know if he is injured." ”

Yun Zhenzi said: "There is no obstacle to leaving the abyss. They just wanted to teleport him out with a teleportation charm. ”

Su Jing and Wang Sheng searched for eight teleportation charms. This combined teleportation charm only needs nine cards to form a teleportation array.

It was only a little bit before Liyuan was teleported away, but fortunately, Su Jing and Wang Sheng found it in time. Yun Zhenzi thought of this, and was afraid for a while. He still took it lightly.

An Xian was surprised: "Is it the kind of thing that can teleport things to any designated place within a hundred miles?"

Yun Zhenzi nodded, as if he suddenly remembered something, threw out the flying sword, and walked away.

An Xian breathed a sigh of relief, and said in his heart: Wake up, tell a clue, and turn eight corners, it's really tiring.

"Search for a hundred miles near the sect and the like!" Yun Zhenzi gave the order, and hurried to an inconspicuous small sword peak in the Ten Thousand Swords Sect. Here, it's a secret place.

"Yun Zhen visited the ancestor. Yun Zhenzi came to the stone wall where the "sword hilt" was made, and said respectfully. "Senior Ancestor, there may be spies among the elders of the sect, Yun Zhen does not dare to arbitrarily decide, so I have come to invite the ancestor to go out of Zhenshan. ”

After a while, an old voice came. "Got it. Don't move without permission, the old man will leave the customs tomorrow. ”

"Yes. Yun Zhenzi respectfully took ten steps back before turning around and flying away.

An Xian came to the tower again.

Yun Hua took a group of Yunzi disciples, Su Jing and Wang Sheng to surround the Yuejue Pagoda in an airtight airtight area.

An Xian was blocked back.

In the Jiufang Palace, Qinglan was like a quail, huddled in the corner, and when she saw An Xian pushing the door in, she immediately pounced on An Xian like a cat. "Madame—"

An Xian was startled, and when he saw that it was Qinglan, he couldn't help laughing. "This little battle scared you like this, how can you follow me to the rivers and lakes in the future?"

Qinglan was stunned. "Madam, don't we stay in the Ten Thousand Swords Sect all the time, we want to go out?"

An Xian smiled and shook his head, and said, "I'm going to cultivate, don't bother me." An Xian went into his room and closed the door.

A moment later, An Xian was already in the ghost mound.

Yin Zhiyuan fell in the wilderness, still unconscious.

An Xian took the Qianli Ghost Mirror and stayed away from him.

The owner of the Qianli Ghost Mirror dared to hand over the things to Yin Zhiyuan, and he must have a back hand. There are several kinds of such backhands that An Xian knows.

Through these back-ups, it is very likely that the other party will know: Yin Zhiyuan's approximate location, if Yin Zhiyuan dies, who he was with a few minutes before he died, what the surrounding environment was like, and so on.

Yin Zhiyuan will definitely die. As long as An Xian does not show his face in front of him before he dies, the people behind the scenes will never know that it is An Xian's black hand. At this point, An Xian is very relieved.

An Xian found a stone, sat down, and pointed his right index finger on the handle of the Qianli Ghost Mirror, injecting spiritual power into the mirror.

The Thousand Miles Ghost Mirror immediately lit up with a circle of light, and the roar continued, as if to say, "Stop!

An Xian continued to inject spiritual power. The ghost mirror roared continuously, the light flashed wildly, and after a while, it trembled, like a frightened little girl, shouting "don't" while trembling.

Time passes slowly.

A quarter of an hour later, large beads of sweat rolled down An Xian's forehead. Her body began to tremble.

Another half an hour passed, and An Xian's face turned pale. Clothes were soaked with sweat.

The Thousand Miles Ghost Mirror is not a little girl, but a fierce man, and An Xian failed to submit successfully.

Her spiritual power was exhausted, so she had to take her hand. "Sample, I'll clean you up tomorrow!" she put the Thousand Miles Ghost Mirror into the cage and locked it up.

Coming out of the ghost mound, An Xian told Qinglan to prepare bath water for herself, so she leaned on the couch and fell asleep in a daze.

In a small town in the middle of nowhere.

The only hotel in the town, the only one in the upper room.

An old man with a white beard and fairy bones was sitting cross-legged on a circular meadow futon.

He held a small mirror the size of a baby's fist in his hand, moving left and right, up and down, up and down, similar to a person holding a mobile phone looking for a 4G signal.

The smooth mirror surface did not reflect anything in the room, but it did reflect a gray world.

"Is it in the sky?" the old man recognized the gray cloud as a dark cloud.

The old man stood up, held up the mirror, and walked around the room, changing the house, continuing to look for signals. But in the mirror, it was always gray.

The old man threw the mirror on the ground.

"Waste! I was caught by the people of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect!"

Suddenly, the small mirror trembled.

As soon as the old man raised his hand and grabbed it, the small mirror automatically flew into his hand. "Hmph! Wishful thinking, with your Ten Thousand Swords Sect's martial artists, you also want to erase the old man's mark and seek the old man's treasure mirror!"

That being said, things are in the hands of others, and the old man can only stare dryly.

Suddenly, there was a commotion in the town. The old man hurriedly stuffed the small mirror into the pocket bag he carried with him.

"Ten Thousand Swords Sect Mei Xuan is polite here, dare to ask which senior is resting here. My Ten Thousand Swords Sect has just been attacked by the enemy, can I ask my seniors to help?"

The old man's brows twitched. He knew very well that the other party was tactfully reminding him that we had met the enemy, and the enemy was unknown, are you on our side or on our opposite side?

If it was usual, he could snort coldly and let the other party roll as far as he could. But he had a ghost in his heart, for fear of being suspected, when he pushed open the window.

Downstairs, eight Ten Thousand Swords Sect disciples wore uniform uniforms and lined up in two columns, very neat.

"Old man Mu Tiange Mo Xiang. ”

The disciples of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect were in awe, and they all saluted. "Meet the Pavilion Master Mo Xiangzi!"

"Zi" is an honorific, and generally only those who start a sect will be crowned with the word "Zi", but the habit of the Nanyu Continent, but the helmsman of any sect will be called a certain son, for example, Yun Zhenzi.