Behind the main hall is a foggy, bottomless cliff.

On the opposite side of the cliff, there is a big mountain across the cliff, the mountain is continuous, the forest is forested, the mist is swirling, the momentum is majestic and does not lose the graceful spirit of Zhong Ling.

The cliff where Shen Qing was located was about more than 100 zhang away from the mountain, and he could see a few wrist-thick iron chains extending into the clouds and mist, connecting with the mountain.

The whole body of the iron chain is made of tungsten iron, presumably a long time ago, it should be an iron chain bridge connecting the two mountains, but after the passage of time, the wooden planks paved with iron chains have decayed and disappeared, and only these iron chains remain.

Shen Qing couldn't fly with his sword, and he couldn't fly over, but the iron chain connecting the two mountains could help a little. With his current cultivation, he only needs to borrow a little force on the iron chain, and he can fly by, without worrying about falling into the abyss.

Shen Qing stretched out his hand to hold the iron chain, shook it vigorously, and after some temptation, the iron chain with thick wrists was quite strong, and there was no worry of collapse.

At that moment, Shen Qing no longer hesitated, his true qi was running, he jumped up, and his body jumped out of a distance of more than ten zhang lightly, and when he stopped castration for a while, his toes lightly touched the iron chain, and his body was raised again, and he continued to fly forward, and so on for a few episodes, and soon, Shen Qing's figure was hidden in the mist of mist.

After a lot of movement, when Shen Qing flashed out of the clouds, he was already on top of a bare boulder.

The boulder is about ten zhang round, in a long direction, the top is flat and smooth, it should be a building base at the end of the chain bridge, and there is nothing special about it.

Under the base of the boulder, there is a tree-lined path that is still paved with white jade, winding up, and through the treetops, you can already see the corners of several quaint buildings.

Shen Qingwei groaned, his body shook, he got off the boulder pedestal, and walked slowly along the tree-lined path paved with white jade, and soon, a quaint building with mottled walls came into view.

To be precise, what appears in front of you is a small courtyard with bluestone as the base, brown walls, and purple glazed tiles on the roof, of course, this small courtyard has been abandoned for tens of thousands of years, mottled with moss, lack of bricks and tiles, and the gate has long been decayed, and it is poured into the weeds.

Not only that, but this dilapidated courtyard had apparently been visited by monks, and it was quite violent, with doors, windows, tables, chairs, and rubbles scattered all over the ground.

Since there are monks patronizing, it is impossible to detect leaks, and besides, this small courtyard looks like the place where the servants, miscellaneous servants, or low-level disciples of the Purple Cloud Sect live, and there is no oil and water to fish.

All the way up the stairs, I saw a lot of buildings such as the Reading Power Courtyard, all of which were ruined and dilapidated, and a bleak scene.

About half an hour later, Shen Qing came to a mountain beam, which was connected to a continuous mountain, and a mountain was higher than a mountain, endless, and the clouds covered the fog, I don't know how far it extended?

Continue along the mountain trail, the more flat the beam, over the mountain depression, and gradually enter the depths of the mountain, except for the buildings on the halfway up the mountain are slightly denser, the deeper you go, the more sparse the buildings become.

Along the way, Shen Qing did not encounter any demon beasts and poisonous insects, but successively encountered several groups of monks wandering and searching in the dilapidated buildings.

Shen Qing didn't dare to provoke the conversation, once his divine sense detected the existence of monks, he immediately avoided it, even if it was a little more detour, and tried not to intersect with those monks wandering around the complex.

In Shen Qing's heart, he was thinking of finding the exit of the ruins, and the sooner he left, the better.

The so-called harvest is good enough, the harvest of this trip is rich enough, Shen Qing is very self-aware, with his poor cultivation, there is really no need to be nostalgic for this unpredictable, crisis-ridden ancient ruins.

After walking along the winding mountain path for a while, when I turned a corner covered by trees, I suddenly saw a bright sight in front of me.

I saw a large number of buildings of different shapes in front of me, the attic, the elegant building, the courtyard one by one, one next to the other, the eaves flow corners, the winding corridor, the pond, the rockery, the water pavilion, the flowers and plants, the forest trees are dotted among them, look at the magnificent, but also delicate and elegant.

The whole building complex is built from the bottom to the top along the mountain, layer upon layer, it seems very dense, at a glance, this building complex covers a wide area, estimated to be dozens of miles in a radius.

Not only that, but the whole complex is obviously much more orderly than the buildings you see along the road, and it doesn't look so dilapidated, and it only needs to be sorted out a little to live in.

This should be the most core area of the entire Purple Cloud Sect, right?

Shen Qing was secretly worried in his heart, his eyes turned, and he looked towards the wide square in front of the complex.

In that square, many monks had gathered at this time, and at a glance, there were as many as three or four hundred, either alone or in groups of three or five, each according to one side, but it was not noisy, and it seemed quite quiet.

Shen Qing hesitated slightly, and then walked towards the square, in his heart, since there are many monks gathered together, there must be no one among those monks who can't get along with him, right?!

Sure enough, for Shen Qing's appearance, the monks in the square didn't pay too much attention, and even if someone paid attention to him, they only glanced at him faintly, and quickly looked away.

Shen Qing came to the edge of the square boldly, not far from the entrance of the square, and randomly found a slightly quiet place to sit cross-legged.

It's a good thing that no one pays attention, Shen Qingpan sat on the ground, as if meditating, but he squinted his eyes and secretly observed the movements of the monks in the square.

Soon, Shen Qing was surprised to find that among the monks in the square, there were a few familiar faces.

The arrogant and domineering Young Sect Master of the White Cloud Sect was among them, and behind him, in addition to the two guards in the late stage of Qi cultivation, there were also more than ten monks who had been held hostage in the "Purple Blood Wasteland".

In addition to the young master of the White Cloud Sect, Tang Liwen, who had invited him to the auction and claimed to be a disciple of the Bixiao Sect, Zhang Mingquan, the chief auctioneer of the auction, Liu Manyun, the beautiful female cultivator of the Heavenly Star Alliance, and the two beautiful girls who had bought a lot of elixirs in Shen Qing's hands were all there.

It's just that those familiar faces all keep a certain distance from each other, one of the Baiyun Sect, one of the Bixiao Sect, and another of the Heavenly Star Alliance, each with its own territory, and they don't interfere with each other.

At this moment, what Shen Qing wanted to see most was the fat man he had known for a short time, his eyes swept among the monks one by one, but he didn't see the figure of the fat man, and he wondered slightly, I don't know where the fat man ran now? It can't be a fall, right?

The moment Shen Qing fell into the deep pool, he had a glimpse of the fat man facing a crisis, he was clever and changeable, and it was a magic talisman and an earth escape talisman, so that the unicorn python didn't bite the fat man in one bite, and he was crazy and famous, so Shen Qing didn't believe that the fat man who didn't lose his hand would fall.

However, Shen Qing didn't see the figure of the fat man, but he inadvertently saw a figure that made him angry.

Wang Laoshi, a teammate who used to form a team, looks old and dizzy, wooden and silent, but he is ruthless, not only accurate, but also very vicious Wang Laoshi!

Even Shen Qing, a former teammate, was almost attacked by that seemingly honest old thing.

At this time, the king was honestly quite far away from Shen Qing, sitting alone in a clean place, with his eyes closed, as if he was recuperating there, and he looked inconspicuous and very low-key, if he didn't pay attention, it was easy to ignore this person.

Shen Qing didn't know if Wang Laoshi had noticed him, as soon as he remembered that he had been attacked by that old thing, this breath was really hard to swallow, if there was a revenge, he would not be a gentleman, if he had the chance, Shen Qing would not mind scaring against him!

While he was thinking about it, at this moment, a slender female cultivator appeared around the corner of the tree.

The woman was dressed in a black gauze skirt, with wide sleeves and bright wrists, high breasts, a slender waist, and a thin layer of black gauze on her face, revealing only a pair of appropriate eyebrows, as well as the beautiful eyes like autumn water.

I saw her coming, her steps were light and swaying.

The appearance of the black-clothed nun was more eye-catching than when Shen Qing came, and the eyes of all the monks in the square were focused on her.

Even the seemingly honest Wang Laoshi, those cloudy eyes opened at some point, and while glancing at the black-clothed female cultivator, his eyes flickered, and he still stopped at Shen Qing's place for a moment.

Shen Qing was at the edge of the entrance to the square, closest to the masked nun, and his attention was naturally attracted by the black-clothed nun.

Shen Qing was not a stranger to the black-clothed masked woman, he had seen it once in the auction hall, and then he had seen it once in the square where he had just come out of the passage of the ruins, counting this time, it was the third time he had seen her.

In Shen Qing's heart, he had a good impression of the masked nun , not to mention that the "Hell Net" was taken away by the black-clothed nun at a high price, in the square at the foot of the mountain, he and the fat man were targeted by the middle-aged monk, if she hadn't taken action to solve the siege, she and the fat man would probably be delivering food.

A breeze blew, and a faint fragrance like an orchid and musk wafted into his nose with the wind, and to Shen Qing's slight surprise, the masked female cultivator actually came to him