When he came to the courtyard of Yu Budu, he was looking at the corpse ding. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Ning Ming stepped forward and bowed: "Disciple Ning Ming visited the elder, I don't know what happened to the elder's summons?"

Yu Budu smiled and said: "After a month, I will go to the corpse tower mountain, I am also missing a Yin corpse pill, if I have its help, it will be like a tiger with wings, but this Yin corpse pill is only available in the ghoul shop in Nuxu City, I want to attack Guan Yuanxue recently, and your senior brothers and sisters are also entangled in things, so you can help me run an errand, how about it?"

"Since the elder commanded, how could the disciple refuse. ”

"Okay, when we come back from Corpse Tower Mountain, I will teach you the inheritance spell of the corpse refining lineage, here are thirty spirit stones, remember to go and come back quickly!"

Ning Ming received the spirit stone, bowed his head and went down the mountain.

"Gone?" As soon as Ning Ming walked out, a graceful figure flashed from the wooden house on the side of the courtyard, it was Mei Qianluo.

Yu Budu's originally smiling face suddenly turned cold, and said: "Corpse Tower Mountain and his party, if you can get the three corpse tripods and use this kid's corpse to transport them, there may not be any yin qi leakage, so I will definitely be able to rely on the three corpse tripods to break through the Guan Yuan acupoint and enter the ninth layer of condensing qi, at that time, the three spirit trees that I exchanged for the heavy treasure from the Miaomu Sect twenty years ago will also blossom and bear fruit, with those nine spirit gathering fruits, I will definitely be able to build a foundation in one fell swoop, plus the 'snake spell' that you and I have cultivated, I will definitely be able to kill the sect master and become the new sect master!" ”

Mei Qianluo chuckled and said, "Then the concubine has to wish Yulang a great throne first!"

Yu Budu stood up suddenly, and as soon as his body moved, he rolled Mei Qianluo towards the attic in the courtyard, tearing off Mei Qianluo's gauze like a wolf and tiger.

Behind the saree, the skin, which should have been white and flawless, was scattered with countless black scales, and even one or two grew on its forehead.

"The more scales, the greater the power of the 'Snake Spell' will be cast at that time, don't move around during this time, recuperate with peace of mind, and when I succeed in building the foundation, I will let you be free from this pain!"

"Why did Yulang say this, for the sake of the future of the two of us, what is this bitterness?"

......

Ning Ming put the thirty spirit stones into the storage bag, quickly left Tianding Peak, and when he reached the bottom of the mountain, he stepped on the sword of no return and flew in the direction of the female void city.

Because from the outside, it's just a broken sword. No one would have imagined that this sword, which was covered in patina, would have the name of a fairy sword.

Urging the spiritual energy in the body to the feet, the body flew forward in an instant, and the cultivation of the fourth layer of condensation qi was still too weak, so the flight time was not long.

Occasionally encountering the deep forest, he jumped down from his sword, strode forward, turned into a white flying shadow, and headed towards the female void city.

Halfway through, Ning Ming would sometimes stop to rest, and would usually sit on the branches of ancient trees to sit quietly and breathe.

Many dense forests in the southern border are untouched all year round, so the trees are very thick, and the jagged bark is covered with a layer of damp moss.

The arm-thick vines were wrapped around the trees, hanging in the air, and the more they went towards the Nuxu City, the thicker the forest fog became, and finally Ning Ming could only see a vague shadow in front of him.

After running for a day, as dusk approached, Ning Ming jumped to the top of a tree, looking at the sunset at the other end of the forest, and suddenly heard a slight unusual sound behind him.

He immediately jumped keenly into one of the branches, and looked behind him, and between the gray fog and the intertwined vines, a dark shadow flashed.

"Stalked!"

A sentence suddenly sounded in Ning Ming's mind, and then he quickly thought that no matter what the other party was following him for, it was definitely not out of good intentions to be so sneaky.

Ning Mingxin ran deeper into the forest as soon as he was horizontal, and he began to circle around the forest, taking all kinds of unexpected routes.

But the black shadow behind him also circled according to his trajectory, and seemed to fully understand Ning Ming's traces.

"It's strange, it's strange, the person behind this is completely aware of my tracks!

Ning Ming had heard the clansmen say that there was a kind of Gu worm called 'track worm', the insect master first implanted a track worm into the brain, and then put another track worm on the body of the tracked person, so that he could fully understand the trajectory of the tracked person.

However, insect masters are very rare in the land of East Ridge, and are mostly found in the Central Continent and the Western Wilderness.

Ning Ming was jumping between the trees, thinking in his mind, he was sure that he was being followed after leaving Cloak Mountain, so the person who followed him must be someone from the Black Catfish Sect.

However, he has only been in the Black Catfish Sect for one year, and most of the time he has been cultivating, and the only people he has met are Yu Budu and his three core disciples......

Could it be that Yu Budu doubted me and then arranged for someone to follow me? But I didn't do anything unkind, and I even told others everything about the Qiankun scroll, which is really strange!

Ning Ming couldn't come up with an answer after thinking about it, but before he knew the cultivation of the person he was tracking, he definitely couldn't act rashly.

After all, since the person in the rear dared to chase after him, his natural cultivation would not be lower than his own, and if he fought rashly, it would be difficult to have a good result.

But it's strange to say, when Ning Ming's speed slowed down, that person's speed also decreased, Ning Ming went around in circles, and that person also went around in circles, unhurried, it seemed that he wanted to walk the road Ning Ming had stepped on anew.

After two days of this, Ning Ming saw from a distance that the city gate of Nuxu City was standing tall in front of him, but unlike before, on both sides of the city gate this time, there were two black-robed monks standing, whose cultivation was unfathomable, so that all the Qi Condensing monks who entered the city were far away.

And each of the two monks had a black bead hanging from their chests, and on it was carved a stag with a head and hoof, which was rather strange because of the black light that flowed around it.

Ning Ming glanced at it, but the other party didn't look at himself at all, he used his aura and flew towards the city.

Falling into the street, his mind moved, and he thought that he must not reveal his purpose until he understood the thoughts of the person who was following him, and if it was related to Yu Budu, he should be even more cautious.

So instead of walking directly towards the ghoul shop that Yu Budu said, he walked aimlessly around the street.

After a long time, Ning Ming saw a sword pavilion on the side of the street, it was an attic with flying eaves, eight small beasts sat on the corner of the eaves, and a golden copper bell hung under the corner of the eaves, stirring in the wind, making a jingling sound.

The attic is divided into two floors, and there are cabinets inside, and there are many sword boxes in the grid, and directly facing the door is a small box containing the Ruyi sword.

In the Sword Pavilion, there were also groups of monks standing in groups of three or two, and their cultivation was all the fifth or sixth layer of condensation.

In addition to these people, there are also monks dressed like black-robed monks in front of the city gates, and their cultivation is also unfathomable.

Surrounded by these black robes, there was an old man in a bright red robe, with rather striking white hair fluttering, who stood in front of the cabinet and stroked the sword boxes with a cold face.

A middle-aged man wearing gray cloth clothes and a square scarf followed the old man and said, "These swords are all forged in the shop, it's not surprising, why don't you go upstairs with me?"

Lu Sanmei's eyes flashed and said, "I heard that you have a dragon bone spirit sword here, where is it?"

After hearing this, the middle-aged man looked embarrassed, and said half-loudly: "That sword has been bought by someone else." ”

"Who bought it?"

"The villain doesn't know either. ”

Ning Ming guessed that this Lu Sanmei must be a big person, and such a person would naturally not look at a Qi Condensing Cultivator in his eyes, so he didn't think much about it, and walked towards the Sword Pavilion.

At this time, the patinized sword was in his hand.

But the rusty broken sword made Lu Sanmei's eyes move, only to see a strange light flash in his eyes, he took a step towards Ning Ming, and asked lightly, "What kind of sword is this?"

Although it was only a step, the aura around him instantly pressed towards Ning Ming like a pouring river. Ning Ming knew that as long as a monk entered the Dan Formation Period, some of the spiritual qi would overflow and surround his body.

In this way, it can be estimated that the deer Sanmei in front of him has entered the Dan period.

"No return to the sword!" Ning Ming replied in a clear voice.

"Don't return to the sword, fart, how can there be a sword with such a bullshit name, I see some treacherous seals on this sword, with my years of study of the seal, I can't even see through, I don't know how a kid like you can have this kind of sword?"

As soon as Lu Sanmei said this, the monks who were originally looking at the sword in the Sword Pavilion were thinking about Ning Ming's gathering, and this situation made Ning Ming's heart tighten.

These monks are not good, at least they all have a heart to kill people and seize treasures, seeing that the elders of the Lumen clan care so much about that sword, they naturally estimate in their hearts that this sword is not small.

If it weren't for the inability to fight in this female void city, Shicai might have become a corpse herself.

The more Ning Ming thought about it, the more shocked he became, but his face was calmer.

If he handed over the sword to the monk in front of him now, he might be able to save his life, just as Ning Ming was about to hand over the sword of no return, a voice came from a distance: "Brother Lu, don't say hello when you come to my female void city, my pine tea has been prepared!"

When the voice came, a figure flashed, and I saw that it was a middle-aged man, wearing a hat made of green bamboo, covering his face, but when he arrived, the pavilion master in the Sword Pavilion suddenly knelt down and said, "Welcome to the city lord!"

This person is the son-in-law, the city lord Jiechangfeng, and the monk of the Great Perfection of the Dan.

Lu Sanmei was stunned when he saw Jie Changfeng, originally he wanted to take the bronze rust sword back to study and study, but now he had to give up halfway to bite the gold, after all, it was really shameful to bully a condensing monk in front of an old friend.

He smiled slightly and said, "I'm going to go and see my little grandson Lu Beihai, and by the way, I will buy him a small sword to play with, and as a result, the dragon bone sword in this pavilion has been sold......"

Jie Changfeng hurriedly said: "Where is Brother Lu, I have a few spirit swords there, I don't know how many times better than that dragon bone, if you are interested, how about obtaining one and giving it to Ling Sun? Okay, please!" Jie Changfeng bowed and made a gesture.

With such a big gift, Lu Sanmei had to go, but when he stepped out of the door, his eyes turned and he glanced at Ning Ming's body, just this glance made Ning Ming's heart tremble.

After the two left, the monks in the Sword Pavilion all looked at Ning Ming, their eyes showing greed, staring at the sword in Ning Ming's hand.

Ning Ming walked away from the Sword Pavilion quickly, and another familiar figure appeared on the side, it was the person who had chased him all the way from Cloak Mountain.

However, this person covered his appearance with a black cloth, making it impossible for Ning Ming to tell who it was.

Could it be that this person is also here to not return to the sword? Ning Ming asked himself, and he didn't have the heart to go to the ghoul shop again, because there were more than a dozen monks behind him.

The highest cultivation of these more than ten monks is the sixth layer of condensation, and the lowest is also the peak of the fourth layer of condensation, it can be said that every Ning Ming is difficult to deal with, not to mention ten!

Ning Ming quickly walked through the streets and alleys, turned left and right, and shuttled through the flow of people, wanting to get rid of the monks behind.

After running like this for an hour, Ning Ming gradually became a little tired, and none of those monks gave up and followed closely behind, but the person in the black robe was gone.

Among those monks, there was a man with a horse's face, who suddenly walked forward quickly, caught up with Ning Ming in two steps, walked side by side with Ning Ming, and then said with a cruel smile: "Acquaintance, hand over the sword, with my cultivation, do you think you can escape?"

A round-faced fat monk ran to catch up and said: "Dead boy, you fat grandfather, I haven't run so fast in my life, you can't leave, die that heart, give the sword to my senior brother, you still have a life, otherwise the day you go out of the valley will be your death!"