The torches on the walls burned silently......

Qi Qi seemed to see Ling Zihuan's thoughts, and said coldly: "However, as far as you do, it is still more than enough to eat you!"

"Hey, there must be another way to save you, you say!" Ling Zihuan changed the subject.

Qi Qi was stunned for a moment, then looked at Ling Zihuan silently, saw a trace of understanding and sympathy in the polite young man's eyes, and thought, "Could it be that this little man really wants to save me?"

Qi Qi hesitated for a moment, and said lightly: "There is still a way, but I don't want to be favored by you humans, especially your spirit race!"

When he finished saying this, a hint of fierceness flashed in Qiqi's red eyes.

"Do you have any grudge with our clan? It has something to do with what you said about Mo Li, right? I'm not sure who Mo Li is, but since it's a grudge between the Spirit Clan and you, I naturally want to intervene and do my best to save you, hoping to resolve the hatred between you. ”

"Besides, you also helped me get the 'Long Yuan', I have a favor that will be repaid!" Ling Zihuan said with a smile, his gaze falling on Qi Qi's body.

Qi Qi avoided Ling Zihuan's gaze because he felt that it was a look of pity, and it was an ancient beast that never needed human sympathy.

So, Qi Qi snorted and said, "You little man don't pretend to be a good person in front of me! I help you because I want you to do something for me, this is a deal, understand? I will help you? Hmph, it's ridiculous to hear!"

Ling Zihuan was embarrassed for a while, and felt that this guy's temper was really bad enough, and he still wanted to save face, but the smile on his face was still there.

He waved his hand and said, "Forget it, forget it!" You can think whatever you want, just when I'm idle and have nothing to do. Tell me, how to save you, and how do I close the other half of the deal?"

Qi Qi said: "There are two ways to untie this thousand bone ropes. The first is to untie the armor seal that holds the thousand bone ropes in place, this is southern Xinjiang witchcraft, you can't do it. ”

"The second is to cut off the Thousand Bone Rope in the way you just did, but the 'Six Paths of Mystery Technique' you practiced is just the entry surface of the Xuanqing Sect, and the 'Nine Heavens Running Thunder Mantra' is the supreme technique of the Xuanqing Sect's cultivation, plus the 'Long Yuan' in your hand, it may work. ”

"If you break this enchantment, there is no way at all, but in the magic chamber on the east side of Feilai Peak, there is a Qianli scroll that can contain me in it, temporarily seal the breath, and then you take the Qianli scroll through this void enchantment. ”

"At first, I wondered how you little man could have accidentally fallen into this barrier, but now, I probably understand that none of this is accidental. ”

"Back then, Yuxi thought I was still useful, so he used the Qianli scroll to imprison me here, and also used this damn thousand bone rope, which is really interesting! Speaking of this enchantment, I admire that guy from Tart Fengzi, he actually left a hand for his own people, I'm afraid even the ancestor of the Xuanqing Sect didn't think of this, hum......"

Qi Qi paused, and a rare warmth flashed in his eyes, "As for the other half of the transaction, it is to help me find Moli's whereabouts, whether she is alive or dead!"

Even sixteen years of imprisonment can't match her tenderness, trust and mercy!

Ling Zihuan was very puzzled, obviously he hated others, but he seemed to have hidden concerns, is this love or hate?

It seems that the mind of the alien beast is as difficult to fathom as a human, but it can't think about it so much at the moment.

Ling Zihuan thought for a while and said, "Okay! However, the world is vast, the sea of people is vast, and there is no clue, how to find it?"

"I can give you two clues. First, Thistle. Second, Kunlun Snow Mountain. Oh, and the red jade on your chest. ”

Ling Zihuan waved his hand as he walked, and said to Qi Qi with confidence: "I will definitely do what you explain! Also, I don't call me a dwarf, my name is Ling Zihuan!"

The exit of the Void Enchantment was pitch black.

Ling Zihuan looked up, and several ghostly lights suddenly emitted from the sky above the dark head. The glows swirl and rotate into a peculiar pattern.

"Is that a totem?" Ling Zihuan muttered to himself.

The elder brother once told him that the ancient races had their own totems, generally animals and plants, as relatives, ancestors or protectors within the clan, believing that they had a supernatural power that would protect them and that they could also gain their strength and skills.

The totem is a carrier of tribal gods and is a symbol of race.

As the sun and the moon turned, people gradually abandoned the ancient totems and instead regarded the best leaders of the race as gods to worship.

In ancient times, the leader of the Xuanyuan tribe, Emperor Zhuan, led the various tribes of the human race to take the Shenzhou continent in one fell swoop and expel the alien races from the frontier.

After the Xuanqing Sect was sitting, there was an old man, the fairy wind Dao bone, who claimed to be the descendants of the Emperor Zhuan, who opened a mountain in Feilai Peak and founded the Xuanqing Sect, and the descendants of the disciples enshrined the two gods of Zhuan Xuan and the ancestor to inherit for thousands of years.

A few years later, the vast land of Shenzhou had undergone earth-shaking changes, and all the major sects followed the example of the Xuanqing Sect, wanting to stabilize a hot land in the Central Plains.

Everyone in the world hopes to practice all their lives and become immortals, so as not to fall under the nine shadows forever and taste the suffering of the six reincarnations.

Despite this, many races left over from ancient times still retain ancient totems. They have always believed that they have the noblest blood flowing in them, and that they can keep the race alive.

Ling Zihuan guessed that this should be the ancient totem of their spirit clan, and looked at it carefully, but the little ghost light kept flickering and moving, and the pattern that had just been formed was scattered and chaotic in the next moment.

Faint light, like stars.

Isn't it destiny to be lost?

Suddenly, Ling Zihuan saw a pattern similar to a divine bird that instantly converged, with plump wings and sharp claws......

Ling Zihuan looked engaged, and didn't notice that the jade pendant on his chest was glowing faintly at this moment, and something in it seemed to be summoned, but it was suppressed by a powerful force.

"It seems that the top is the exit, but how can I go up? Although I have a magic weapon, I haven't practiced the sword art yet. Although I can't achieve the point of unity of man and sword now, 'Long Yuan' can at least communicate with my mind and resonate, so it's better to give it a try and learn and sell it now. ”

"I remember that guy said that this void enchantment was created by our predecessors of the Spirit Clan, and when he saw me entering this enchantment by chance, and saw the jade pendant on my chest, he guessed that I was from the Spirit Clan, so he asked me to go to the sword mound to get the spirit sword before I could leave here. Hmph, this guy!"

Ling Zihuan thought silently, and the corners of his mouth crossed a trace of arc.

It's a quiet place, perfect for concentration.

Ling Zihuan hugged Yuan Shouyi, his anger sank into the dantian, and there were words in his mouth, which was the sword magic of the "Six Profound Techniques".

Suddenly, "Long Yuan" shook incessantly as if it was inducted, making a buzzing sound, and a stream of heat transmitted from the sword body to Ling Zihuan's arm, only reaching the dantian.

At first, there was a hint of coldness, but then the temperature became higher and higher, and the heat evaporated like a cracked copper furnace, and the brain was hot and breathing was short.

Ling Zihuan was dripping with sweat, his true qi was running slowly, and he didn't know what went wrong.

So, his luck went to the second small week, but the more this happened, the more he felt that his chest was blocked, I don't know if it was because of driving "Long Yuan", or because the meridians were damaged in the "wind" ring competition during the day.

What Ling Zihuan didn't expect was that when he was exercising, a ball of living qi in his body was integrated into the true qi, and suddenly it was sunny after the rain, and everything was spring.

At this moment, the true qi of the dantian has accumulated like a volcano ready to erupt, waiting to erupt.

And the ball of vitality in Ling Zihuan's body was exactly what Yao Zhiyuan gave after the daytime competition, and it played an important role at the juncture of the Qi Luck Gong just now.

Although this pill of condensing is not as good as the elixir between heaven and earth, it is also a treasure that is difficult for cultivators of the Xuanqing Sect to find.

The next moment, after Ling Zihuan finished reciting the last sentence of the sword technique, he suddenly opened his eyes, his face flashed blue, and his right hand buckled, "Long Yuan" was summoned by his master, detached from his palm, and floated in the air, with rainbow light flickering.

Ling Zihuan smiled slightly, very happy.

In fact, even he didn't know that just now, his "Six Profound Techniques" had broken through to the realm of the middle of the Yuqing Dynasty, and it had not yet counted the basis of the ancient divine weapon of "Long Yuan".

Ling Zihuan jumped up and stepped on the "Dragon Yuan", the sword body shook slightly, after all, it was the first time to resist the sword, and it was reasonable to be a little uncomfortable.

He couldn't help but sink his luck, recited the mantra, and led his sword away in the direction of the totem in the sky.

Closer and closer, closer and closer......

Somehow, Ling Zihuan's heart suddenly hung in the air, and he didn't know if the back of this ray of ghost light was the periphery of the enchantment, but since he had come to this point, there was no reason to turn back.

As long as there is a glimmer of life, even in the face of death, you have to try with all your might.

But how could Ling Zihuan know that when he came to this Void Enchantment, the road ahead would be extraordinary, was all this fate or coincidence?

When he saw Qi Qi and learned that he was a member of the Spirit Clan, did it bring him sadness or joy?

Just when the ghost light was only a few feet away from Ling Zihuan, a white light burst out in front of his eyes, enveloping his whole body, and the dazzling light made Ling Zihuan have to close his eyes.

A sixteen-year-old boy, with his fate, once again knocked on the door of fate......

An extremely smart old man, after a thousand years of waiting, was finally awakened......

Half paid, Ling Zihuan only felt a loud "whirring" sound in his ears, and bursts of floral fragrance penetrated into his nose, thinking that he should have left the Void Enchantment and returned to the original world.

Ling Zihuan opened his eyes and couldn't help but look stunned, but he still took the "Long Yuan" and landed on the ground.

"This ...... This...... Where is this?"

"How did I get here?"

Ling Zihuan rubbed his eyes vigorously and looked around again, only to realize that he was not mistaken.

The endless prairie looks like the horizon is connected from afar. Everywhere is green, cattle and sheep gallop, horses gallop, and white mushroom-like yurts are dotted on the green grassland, which is particularly eye-catching.

The sky is blue, without a trace of impurities. The cool breeze blew slightly, and the grass waves rose and fell with the wind.

Ling Zihuan's forehead was fluttering, accompanied by the fragrance of grass, which only added to the loneliness.

Just when Ling Zihuan was stunned, an old and rich voice brushed his ears, "The old man has finally come to look forward to you!"

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