Mingyu stared blankly at the black ancient mirror that shattered his father's soul, and then absorbed it, and landed on the bow of the boat, and he didn't come back to his senses for a long time.

When he came back to his senses, he found that Ling Zheng and Kong Xuandoubi, who were covered in blood, had already boarded the warship.

This bewitching-looking, slim figure, and scantily clad woman collapsed directly in place, her lips and face were equally pale, and she trembled and couldn't speak.

Ling Zheng directly ignored Mingyu, picked up the black ancient mirror and put it in his body, and then reached out and took the four-grade spirit weapon machete held by Du Donglin's headless corpse, as well as the storage ring on his hand, and smiled: "Earned." ”

After that, he looked at the corpses and pus blood of the dozen or so Foundation Realm monks who had been killed by Kong Xuan and Dou Bi in the distance, and smiled a little playfully: "You don't want it?"

With a "whoop", Dou Bi rushed out of the warship to pick up his loot, and then brought back a few storage magic weapons and more than a dozen spiritual weapons with a smirk, without the calm and condensed bearing of the previous bloody battle with a sword.

Kong Xuan, on the other hand, simply sat cross-legged in place, first using his water attribute true element to transform the water flow to carefully clean his body, and then saw that there were a few more wounds on his body, and the light on his hand flashed, summoning a pot of dark unknown flowers. The black flower seemed to be very sensitive to Kong Xuan's blood, and with a slight movement, the blood flowing from Kong Xuan's wound flew towards the stamen.

"This boat is good, take it. Ling Zheng carefully looked at this warship a few times, and felt that since this thing was much faster than the Wind Movement Rune, it must be of a high grade.

Like this kind of flying magic weapon, it costs a lot of materials to refine, and it can be said that it is quite rare to have a formation mage to carve the array spirit pattern.

Dou Bi and Kong Xuan both nodded, and after that, Dou Bi walked towards Mingyu, brought his blood-covered face closer, and asked with a smile: "What, do you think this son is more handsome now?"

Mingyu was frightened to a little regain her senses, knelt on the warship and kept kowtowing, her head was bleeding, and she kept saying that she was willing to be a slave and a maid, begging the three of them to let her go.

She cultivated to the Great Perfection of the Spirit Condensation Realm, and these three people could pinch her to death with one hand if they pulled out any of them, plus the three of them had already scared her courage by killing Du Donglin before, and at this moment, except for begging for mercy, she couldn't afford to flee and resist.

Dou Bi said cool words on the side: "Hehe, a slave and a maid?" Very good, it just so happens that this son has just experienced a big war, and there is a fire in his body, come and come, first take off his clothes and dance, and then this son will fight with you for 300 rounds, and then you will go to accompany the one in white, that guy is so fierce that he doesn't look like a person, I hope you can hold it." As for that sissy, forget it, he likes men, not women......"

Mingyu only knows kowtow and beg for mercy.

Kong Xuan turned a deaf ear, and after taking the pot of black flowers that had absorbed blood into his body, he stepped into the cabin of the warship.

And Ling Zheng grabbed the ghost bead from Mingyu's neck with his hand, and said softly: "We have accepted this boat, you can go." ”

Dou Bi felt that it was not interesting to tease again, smiled and waved his hand at Mingyu, and also walked into the cabin, wanting to harass Kong Niangcan.

Seeing that Mingyu was stunned, Ling Zheng fiddled with the ghost bead he had just gotten in his hand, and said: "If you mix in this cultivation realm again, it's really better to find a good person to marry, even if you are a mortal, if you find someone who really likes you, you can be happy, don't you say?"

As he spoke, Ling Zheng stretched out his hand to place Mingyu on the ground from the warship with an exorcism, smiled and waved his hand, and immediately recognized the cyan warship with blood.

After that, Ling Zheng's mind moved, and he controlled the cyan warship and left the place.

After entering the cabin, Ling Zheng saw a rose stuck in the back of Dou Pen, falling to the ground foaming at the mouth, laughing.

"Is the injury serious, do I want to help you treat it?" Kong Xuan asked when he saw that Ling Zheng still had a blue nose and swollen face, and there were still a few knife wounds on his body.

Ling Zheng shook his head and said with a smile: "There's no need for that, I have a very strong ability to recover my body, so I don't care about this injury." ”

"Attributeless spirit vein?" Kong Xuan asked tentatively: "If you can fight with a cultivator who is eight orders higher than you, and has a metallic spirit vein, and uses martial arts to cultivate the true vein, this attributeless spirit vein is really strong." ”

"Perhaps. Ling Zheng smiled: "I have something to do now, I'll see you here later." ”

Kong Xuan looked at Ling Zheng's departing back, then looked at Dou Bi, who was lying on the ground rolling his eyes and foaming, shook his head and sighed, "I'm convinced." ”

On the cyan warship, in addition to the hall where Kong Xuan and the others were, there were several quiet rooms. Ling Zheng chose one, and after entering, he arranged several formations.

After preparing all the qiē, Ling Zheng reached out and summoned the Phantom Mirror from his body, manipulating it to its original size, and then took out the Phantom Bead obtained from Mingyu, and after thinking for a while, he embedded it in a groove of the Phantom Mirror.

The Phantom Mirror is still the same as last time, and there is no movement. Ling Zheng thought back to his last experience, and expected that even if he was drawn True Yuan, he would now have a sufficient amount of pills to swallow. Last time, it was because of the help of the black ancient mirror that he was not drawn into a dry corpse by this ghost mirror, and this time, he also saw how much true yuan this mirror could draw him.

Although there is a limit to the number of pills that can be used for cultivation every day, if you don't practice, there is no limit to the number of pills. Therefore, Ling Zheng can now rest assured and boldly let this mirror be extracted.

After that, Ling Zheng took out a few handfuls of pills from the storage ring and put them in front of him, looking at the flickering green light in front of him, Ling Zheng took a deep breath and reached out to press the mirror surface of the Phantom Mirror.

"Buzz!"

With a soft sound, after the Phantom Mirror was attached to Ling Zheng's palm, it was really the same as last time, and began to frantically extract the true yuan in Ling Zheng's body.

Soon, the true yuan in his body, which was several times that of ordinary cultivators, was completely drained, and Ling Zheng hurriedly grabbed a third-grade Yellow Dragon Pill and put it in his mouth. This third-grade pill was much stronger than the second-grade pill, and judging from the speed at which the true yuan was extracted, Ling Zheng only needed to swallow them one by one.

Ling Zheng repeated the boring process of swallowing the elixir, refining the medicinal power, and then the true yuan being extracted by the Phantom Mirror, only feeling that if he directly fed the pill to this Phantom Mirror, it might be easier.

An hour later, the Phantom Mirror finally stopped absorbing Ling Zheng's True Yuan, and Ling Zheng was about to withdraw his palm, but suddenly felt a somewhat noisy sound coming from the Phantom Mirror.

"What's going on?" Ling Zheng was a little puzzled, tentatively infiltrating his spiritual sense into the Phantom Mirror.

"Boom!"

After infiltrating the spiritual sense into the Phantom Mirror, Ling Zheng only felt as if his mind had exploded, his eyes were pitch black at first, and then he saw a picture.

An extremely steep cliff, completely stained red with blood, and the corpses of monks in ancient costumes fell horizontally on the edge of the cliff, in the mountain stream. The mountain stream was extremely wide, but it was half filled with the countless corpses.

On the edge of the cliff, a man in black who had been beaten to the point of being only half of his body was clutching a severed arm and leaning next to a large rock. And the ghost magic mirror inlaid with nine ghost beads, shining with purple light, was stopping above the man's head, constantly hanging down one ray of light, as if he wanted to repair the man's injuries.

The man with only half of his body left looked up at the sky, and then gently placed the slender arm in his hand on the ground, laughing and shedding bloody tears.

After that, the man in black slapped his left hand towards the Phantom Mirror, knocking the Phantom Mirror into disintegration and the mirror surface crashing. After that, the man in black raised his right hand and slapped his Heavenly Spirit Gai with a palm.

After that, Ling Zheng saw a pair of blood-red eyes, which were extremely familiar to him.

Red-eyed?!

Ling Zheng subconsciously shouted out the name, and then his eyes turned black again, and he returned to reality.

In the illusion in the Phantom Mirror, how could the eyes of the red-eyed monster who had beaten him many times in the Burning Crypt appear?

Ling Zheng looked at the palm-sized Phantom Mirror and was stunned for a while.

After being sent off the warship by Ling Zheng, Mingyu sat on the ground for a long time before turning around, his expression stiff, and his eyes flew in the direction of Feihong City. Her cultivation in the Great Perfection of the Spirit Realm had only flown far before she had exhausted her spiritual power. She had some talismans on her, but she seemed to have forgotten about it, and only knew how to walk on foot.

She just took the sky, walked, walked, and after a whole day, when it was almost dawn, she finally saw Feihong City.

She still had blood on her forehead, and she walked towards Feihong City with a dull gaze.

Suddenly, Mingyu felt a softness under his feet, as if he had stepped on something, and then fell to the ground.

Mingyu, who slowly got up, saw that he was stepping on a pile of hay before, and there seemed to be a person in a cyan robe lying under the hay, and there was a wine jar beside him.

Then the man who had been trampled on reached out and brushed away the hay, got up, and stretched wide. After Mingyu saw the man's face clearly, he trembled inexplicably.

Ning Qianhe rubbed his eyes, got up and patted the dust, and returned to his previous calm bearing and good demeanor. He glanced at Mingyu, who was stunned but full of fear at the moment, and said with a smile: "My brother, the three of them are gone?"

Mingyu nodded sluggishly.

"Well, it's not bad. Ning Qianhe nodded, then looked at Mingyu, as if he was a little surprised, and after thinking for a while, he asked, "Would you like to forget the past and leave with me?"

Mingyu's ears echoed the words that Ling Zheng had said before, and after opening his eyes, he knelt in front of Ning Qianhe.

She closed her eyes again and nodded.

Ning Qianhe smiled, stretched out his hand and pressed it on Mingyu's forehead, and a little bit of light gradually escaped from his palm, all flowing into Mingyu's brain.

At this moment, the city lord of Feihong City had already received the news of the death of his eldest disciple Du Donglin, but because he had boasted about Haikou before, and for the sake of fame, Feihong Zhenren had to solve the doubts of the monks present at the infant meeting.

After a full day, the baby meeting finally came to a successful end. Feihong Zhenren returned to his residence with a gloomy face and began to ask Du Donglin which direction he was chasing.

After that, Feihong Zhenren flew into the air, ready to catch up with the three boys at his extremely fast speed.

As soon as he flew out of the city, Feihong Zhenren saw two people standing and kneeling outside the city, and the one kneeling seemed to be the righteous daughter of his eldest disciple.

"Where's Donglin?"

Feihong Zhenren stood high in the sky, looking down at the two people on the ground, his voice cold.

Ning Qianhe withdrew his palm, looking at Mingyu who had returned to his seven or eight years old although his appearance remained unchanged at this moment, his memory had returned to that when he was seven or eight years old, and a happy smile appeared on his face.

"Who are you?" Mingyu, who had lost his memory, looked at the green-shirted Confucian in front of him with some confusion and asked with doubt.

Ning Qianhe ignored Feihong Zhenren who was standing in the sky, wiped her forehead with her sleeve, and said with a smile: "You can call me Master, from today on, your name is Ning Yu'er." ”

Mingyu nodded ignorantly.

Fei Hong Zhenren saw that the two people on the ground were simply ignoring themselves, and this cultivator powerhouse who had just entered the Yuan Infant Realm sneered and was about to make a move.

Ning Qianhe grabbed the woman who was originally called Mingyu and is now called Ning Yu'er, pointed to Feihong City in the distance, and said with a gentle smile: "Yu'er, do you want to see fireworks?"

The woman nodded, a hint of anticipation in her eyes.

Ning Qianhe closed his eyes, and after opening his eyes, he shouted softly:

"Collapse!"

The rumbling sound sounded suddenly, and all the buildings in Feihong City collapsed instantly, and the chickens and dogs in the city jumped, and everyone was discouraged.

Feihong stood tall in the air, dumbfounded.

After that, the green-shirted Confucian took his newly accepted apprentice and slowly left. Not far after going out, the Confucian student in the green shirt said the word "fall" again.

Fei Hong's ability to control the sky that he lost in an instant fell to the ground from a high altitude, smashing a big hole.

Finally remembering who the green-shirted Confucian was, Feihong Zhenren showed a terrifying look on his face and left as if fleeing for his life.

The morning sun rose, and the two figures gradually disappeared into the morning light.