"You just said that your sect is under enemy attack, but what do you need the old man to help?" Mo Xiang looked like an old man with a warm heart.

Mei Xuan, as the leader of the team, arched his hands and said respectfully: "The enemy is treacherous, we are searching for the enemy's traces, has the pavilion master seen the evil cultivators who raise ghosts and control ghosts passing by?"

Mo Xiang thought about it, and after a while, he shook his head, "The old man passed by here yesterday, and when he saw that the environment here was quiet, he occasionally felt something, so he planned to stay and rest for two days. Except for you, the old man has never seen any immortal cultivators passing by here. ”

"Thank you, seniors. Mei Xuan made a gesture here, "If the pavilion master has free time another day, please come to the Ten Thousand Swords Sect as a guest." ”

"I'll take my leave. ”

This group of Ten Thousand Swords Sect disciples re-flew their swords, lined up in a neat line, and flew away. Their search method is very simple, as long as they sense that there are immortal cultivators nearby, they will go down to take a look, and if not, they will continue to fly.

Although Edgeworth flies very fast, if you want to search a radius of 100 miles, you can only use such a hasty method, and it is impossible to catch people and ask them when you see them.

"I didn't expect the Pavilion Master Mo Xiangzi to be so kind!" a female disciple sighed.

"This is called a master's demeanor! Do you know? Mo Xiangzi's predecessor's cultivation has reached the realm of peeping into the fairyland. ”

"Peering into the fairyland, isn't it even higher than the Qiuwei Ancestors?"

"Of course, Mu Tiange is the most powerful sect in the east, and the entire Dong'a clan is their vassal, which is like us, nesting in this horn, and almost being ridden on the head by the Nanrong Dynasty. ”

"Senior brother said cautiously. Do not grow the morale of others and destroy your own prestige. "Mei Xuan is older, and she is a little serious.

"Yes. The disciples replied and stopped chatting.

Mo Xiang took out the small magic mirror that matched the Thousand Miles Ghost Realm, and continued to search for the traces of the Thousand Miles Ghost Mirror, but still found nothing.

As time passed, Old Man Mo Xiang became more and more impatient. The master of the art was bold, he was ruthless, and simply flew towards the Ten Thousand Swords Sect.

"Qingyuan old boy, are you dead?" Mo Xiang was still a few miles away from the Ten Thousand Sword Sect, so he laughed loudly. "Hahaha......"

An old man burst out of the mountains of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect. "Mo Xiang, don't be arrogant, you didn't die, how could Lao Tzu die?" Hahaha...... Qing Yuan laughed heartily, and the depressed mood that had just been dragged out of the cave by Yun Zhen was swept away.

Qingyuan, it is really the ancestor that Yun Zhenzi invited. Yun Zhenzi said that the sect had a spy and something big happened, and he said that he would not leave the customs until tomorrow. Mo Xiangzi came, and as soon as he called out, he immediately jumped out.

Yun Zhenzi was very hurt when she heard Qingyuan's voice.

An Xian sat up from the couch abruptly, sleepy.

Mo Xiangzi!

When she just got the Thousand Miles Ghost Mirror, she was wondering if this Thousand Miles Ghost Mirror would be the same as the one Yu Que got in her previous life.

Unexpectedly, it was the same!

In his previous life, more than a hundred years later, Mo Xiangzi relied on his cultivation to peek at the peak of the fairyland, and wanted to refine the jade that was worthy of the true spirit realm into a ghost puppet in the ghost mirror, but was counterattacked by the jade gap, not only lost his life, but also lost his reputation, and Mu Tiange was uprooted. The Thousand Miles Ghost Mirror fell into the hands of Yu Que.

In his previous life, Yu Que's conviction for Mo Xiangzi was that Mo Xiangzi tortured and killed a high-level immortal cultivator, extracted his soul raw, and refined it into a ghost puppet in the Thousand Miles Ghost Mirror. Precisely, someone recognized that one of Mo Xiangzi's ghost puppets was his senior brother who had been missing for decades. As a result, the world was in an uproar, and the group attacked it, and Mu Tiange collapsed.

An Xian has no intention of emulating Yu Que at all.

Back then, Yu Que did that because at that time, Yu Que was already the number one alchemist in the Nanyu Continent, with a high reputation and was sought after by everyone, so he naturally responded to it.

An Xian knew that her strength was too weak, and she would not listen to her.

Moreover, once she takes out the Thousand Miles Ghost Mirror to testify against Mo Xiangzi, she will inevitably not be able to keep this precious spiritual weapon and the three ghosts.

An Xian chose to be silent. "I have to avoid Mo Xiangzi. She thought. She hurriedly made a pair of fingerless gloves and put them on, covering the skull marks in her palms.

"This skeletal artifact is completely under my control. There is not the slightest fluctuation of spiritual power, and there is no trace of ghostly energy. Now, it won't shine in the dark, no matter how powerful Mo Xiangzi is, he won't find out. "Said calmly.

At the beginning, when it was dark, the mark in her palm would still flicker with a faint light, but since she subdued Luo Luo and successfully entered the spirit, the glimmer caused by the faint spiritual power escape of the skeleton mark was also corrected because of her cultivation, and no more spiritual power escaped out. The yin aura gushing out of the skeleton's mouth will directly enter the peaceful spiritual vein.

Qinglan went back and forth, saying that the bathing soup was ready.

Go to the bath at your leisure.

Qinglan waited on the side, tears streaming down her eyes.

An Xian said: "Sister Qinglan, it is very common for the immortal cultivation world to fight and kill, if you are afraid, I will give you some money and find someone to send you home." Stop crying. What's there to cry about?"

Qinglan whimpered. "County master, the slave and maid will not leave. The slave will never leave the county lord alone and die alone. Woo woo woo ...... sad that she forgot to tell her to change her name to "madam".

Anxian was annoyed. "Good man, why are you cursing me? Who wants to die alone?"

Qinglan wiped a handful of tears and choked up. "County Lord, you don't have to hide it from me. I've heard it all. Gunma he turned out to be ...... It's already ......," she suddenly had an idea, "County Lord, let's go back to the sect master and go away, you can't guard a dead man for the rest of your life......!"

An Xian's heart sank. "Who told Liyuan that he was dead?"

"The immortals are all talking. It is said that the enemy who came this time wanted to steal the corpse of the county horse. They say that the horse is actually an elf transformed by a natural treasure, not a human, and his corpse is comparable to a fetish. Qinglan said with tears in her eyes as she rubbed her back.

An Xian punched hard in the water, making a splash.

This time, Mo Xiangzi sent a ghost to steal away from the abyss, and there must be a high-level person within the Ten Thousand Swords Sect who leaked secrets. Originally, she reminded Yun Zhenzi to catch the traitor, but she didn't expect this traitor to be extraordinary.

The traitor must have expected the consequences, so he simply took this opportunity to publicize the matter. The whole sect knows this. The matter of leaving the abyss is no longer a secret. It's not a secret, since it's not a leak. If you want to, you can't find out.

Qinglan cried for a while and said, "County Lord, why don't we beg His Royal Highness the Prince......"

An Xian asked rhetorically: "What do you want him to ask for? Do you want him to take me back? In order to stuff a few people into the Ten Thousand Swords Sect, the Nan Rong family has done all the shameless things like the marriage of the aunt and nephew and the second daughter to a man, what else can not be done? Will they be willing to take us away?"

"What if they really take you back? Trapped in a small attic, waiting to be pointed out to another man who is useful to the Nanrong Dynasty? Do you think that your county lord's sacrifice once is not enough, and you want me to sacrifice a second time?"

Qinglan's head shook like a rattle, and she cried even more sadly. It's all the county lord's golden branches and jade leaves, who knows how many of them are sad and helpless!