Meihua Villa is adjacent to Fengchuan County, and further south is Heyang Town, if you look at it from a distance, you can see that the mountains are hidden in the mist, and the endless flower sponges stretch away, rippling with the warm wind.

The picturesque scenery was broken by a crane chirp.

In the distance, the small black dot quickly grew larger, and it was actually a crane with wings stretched out for more than ten feet.

The crane's eyes were dull, and the aura around it was faintly transformed into an earthy yellow cover that blocked the wind from blowing, and there were several people on its back, all sitting cross-legged.

The group was led by a thin figure in a black robe and a silver face, and an old man with white beard and hair.

This group of people is Lin Xing, Qiu Shaofeng, Ling Xuozi, as well as Ruan Xiaohu and Xiong Tieshan and other five spiritual servants, they have been traveling by crane for several days, spanning more than a thousand miles, and today they first saw the plum blossom villa.

"I heard that the master of this place is a mysterious monk of the high level of condensation, and he has a lot to do with the Red Lotus Sect." Qiu Shaofeng stroked his beard and looked sideways at Lin Xing, who was closing his eyes and recuperating on the side, "Xing Daoyou, you have to think clearly, people related to the Red Lotus Sect are very evil. ”

Lin Xing's closed eyes opened, and the divine light in them flashed, and Qiu Shaofeng's heart sank.

This Xing Daoyou's spiritual cultivation, he actually has a feeling that he can't see through! Although this person has been immersed in refining medicine for many years, how could he have such a powerful divine soul cultivation?

Although Qiu Shaofeng had a guess in his heart, he didn't show it at all on his face, and he was always smiling.

"Oh?" Lin Xing's eyes were deep, he couldn't see the slightest emotion, he looked directly at Qiu Shaofeng, he said bluntly, "Xing is short-sighted, and I ask Qiu Daoyou to solve his doubts." ”

Qiu Shaofeng raised his eyebrows and pondered for a moment.

"The Red Lotus Sect was originally a foreign cultivation, and the sect established in Nanzhou was no different from other cultivation sects at the beginning, but this sect has a very special way of accepting disciples, and only pays attention to one fate, which coincides with Futu Temple......

He unhurriedly told Lin Xing and the others about the Red Lotus Sect, and even the speed of the crane's flight decreased a lot because of his statement.

When everyone came to the sea of flowers, Qiu Shaofeng almost told everyone about the Red Lotus Sect, and the others were confused after listening to it, and they didn't hear the evil nature of what Qiu Shaofeng said, but felt that the Red Lotus Sect was very humane.

Don't ask about qualifications, just talk about fate.

This Red Lotus Sect's standard for accepting disciples is so incredible for people with poor qualifications like Ling Xuzi, as well as people like Ruan Xiaohu who have no spiritual roots.

On the other hand, the posture of immortal sects such as the Purple Flame Sect is simply not as good as the Red Lotus Sect!

But after Lin Xing listened, his eyes showed a strange look.

If you don't have a spiritual root, what kind of cultivation can you take?

If there was really a way for people who did not have spiritual roots to cultivate in this Red Lotus Sect, then there would be no other immortal sects in this Nanzhou land for a long time.

The demonic calamity that has lasted on the sea for an unknown number of years has long been swept away by the overwhelming monks.

In the final analysis, this Red Lotus Sect is very similar to some organizations in previous lives, and is keen on painting big cakes for people, and as for the day when it will be fulfilled, it is far away.

Even, it can't be fulfilled at all, and even if it does, it is by no means the beautiful appearance that it imagined.

On the contrary, it was Qiu Shaofeng's Futu Temple that made Lin Xing very curious, he had also seen these three words in the jade slip of the Nanzhou Cultivation Realm.

However, in the jade slip, the record of the Futu Temple is ambiguous, and only mentions the monks of the Futu Temple, a very peculiar exercise.

Its name, the Blood Massacre Sutra.

Qiu Shaofeng controlled the crane to fall, played a trick, and turned the crane into a finger-sized wooden crane and put it away.

Lin Xing looked at the sea of flowers in front of him, this sea of flowers was as gorgeous as it was back then, but the old man beside him was no more.

With a slight sigh, he took the lead and stepped into the formation, and when he stepped on the flower field, his expression changed slightly, his nose was surrounded by the fragrance of strange flowers, and the sound sounded in his ears.

"When a distinguished guest comes to visit, the little woman is not welcome."

A sound that seemed to be soft and glutinous, like a soul-hooking sound, made Lin Xing's heart flutter slightly, and he couldn't help but feel soft under his feet, and there was a feeling of hot blood surging above his head.

Shake your head and come back to your senses.

Lin Xing raised his eyes and looked into the distance, and he could see that in the valley, a red dress swaying in the wind, a woman with skin like snow and a stunning face, stepping barefoot on the buds, walking elsewhere, with the light touch of the woman's toes, the buds bloomed.

In an instant, the woman came closer.

Lin Xing looked back, but saw that except for Qiu Shaofeng, several people, including Ling Xuozi, were already full of dementia and had a look of infatuation.

Even Qiu Shaofeng's expression was a little unnatural.

Lin Xing's indifference surprised the woman's eyes.

Thinking of her Duan Hongyi, she was also one of the alternate saints of the Red Lotus Sect, she had cultivated the superior exercises in the sect since she was a child, and her cultivation had reached the consummation of the Qi Condensation Realm early, and she couldn't even be fascinated by a small cultivation of the sixth layer of Qi Condensation?

Could it be because of the regression of cultivation......

Duan Hongyi's good-looking eyebrows and eyes wrinkled slightly.

Lin Xing clenched his fists at this time: "Scattered cultivation of the punishment wood, I have seen a fairy, I came uninvited, and I looked at Haihan." ”

"Oh? What if I don't have a sea of letters? ”

When Duan Hongyi heard this, the smile on his face disappeared: "Shi Yinghu, the younger brother of the king Shi Yinglong, and several guests in his mansion, all died by your design, this girl is Shi Yinglong's backstage, why do you want to Haihan your sixth-layer minor repair, huh?" ”

On that beautiful face, only a cold smile remained at the corner of his mouth.

"Huh...... If you don't run for your life, but come here, you can't find death?! ”

She already knew what was happening in Zhengyang Mansion City, after all, there was a kind of thing in this world, called the Sound Transmission Jade Talisman.

Saying that, a cold glint flashed in Duan Hongyi's eyes, Lin Xing suddenly felt bad, and retreated sharply, a trace of blood appeared on him, and he escaped dozens of feet in a flash.

"Come back."

saw Duan Hongyi's red lips slightly opened, and spit out two words.

These two words sounded in Lin Xing's ears, and then Lin Xing found that his body was no longer obedient, and went straight to the woman in red at a faster speed!

But at this moment, Qiu Shaofeng stepped out.

With Qiu Shaofeng's domineering step, an extremely powerful spiritual power fluctuation dispersed in all directions.

This spiritual power fluctuation was cut off and affected Lin Xing, Lin Xing broke free from the feeling of not obeying the call, his breathing was slightly short, but he did not leave this sea of flowers, he looked back, Duan Hongyi's face was like frost, and he was looking at Qiu Shaofeng with a dangerous gaze.

"This fellow Daoist, can you listen to me?"

Qiu Shaofeng felt inexplicably empty.

It stands to reason that this woman in red is also the twelfth layer of condensation, and he has clearly detected this, but how can this kind of momentum look like a monk of the twelfth layer of condensation? said that the woman in red in front of him was in the realm of condensation of the Great Perfection, and he believed it!

"Since you have come together to seek death, the little woman will give you a ride." But seeing that the red-clothed Li ignored Qiu Shaofeng, he immediately said coldly.

A flute appeared in her hand, and as this flute appeared, wisps of red aura gathered in the sea of flowers, and Qiu Shaofeng's pupils shrank.

"Humph!" Qiu Shaofeng's heart was on fire, and he didn't like the arrogance of the woman in front of him, "Since Daoyou toasts and doesn't eat and drink, Qiu is also sorry!" Today, let you, a little woman, see the magic weapon that the old man has been cultivating for decades! ”

Airplanes!

Saying that, with a summon in Qiu Shaofeng's hand, a string of Buddhist bead-like magic weapons flew into the air, and several golden lights burst out from time to time, and the astonishing power directly broke the formation that enveloped the sea of flowers, and between a few cold lights, Qiu Shaofeng's figure followed.

Swish!

Those few cold rays of light were all high-level magic weapon flying swords, and now they were condensed into a sword array, and the power of the top-level magic weapon was no less powerful, plus his other top-level magic weapon, the power of the string of Buddha beads, in this instant, the woman in red fell into a situation where she was almost certain to die.

The woman in red did not change her expression, and when she looked closely, she even had some contempt.

When Qiu Shaofeng saw this scene, he was so angry that he made a stronger move, but Duan Hongyi just put the flute on the side of his red lips and blew it melodiously.

As the first flute sounded, Qiu Shaofeng fell to the ground with a thud, and the sword array released was like being drunk, swaying and soaring.

The Buddha beads are even more golden, wrapping themselves into a ball to resist the melodious flute sound.

Seeing Qiu Shaofeng fall in response, the performance of this great master of the fourteenth layer of condensation made Lin Xing's heart slightly stunned, looking at the convulsive appearance of Qiu Shaofeng's face at this time, it was quite hard to resist, not only leaving two lines of blood and tears, but even the pores around his body were oozing blood.

Not to mention Ling Xuzi and the others.

If Qiu Shaofeng hadn't happened to be in front of him in the future, as soon as they heard the flute, their blood vessels would burst directly, their whole bodies would ulcerate, and they would have died very miserably.

The only exception is Lin Xing at this time.

After Lin Xing heard the first flute, another part of the flute sounded in his mind, the sound of the shepherd flute he had heard.

The two flutes alternated, and soon the flutes of Duan Hongyi were defeated, and Lin Xing walked as usual, walking leisurely in the sea of flowers stirring in the wind.

"Fairy and slow."

He put his hands behind his back and spoke calmly.

Duan Hongyi's pupils shrank sharply, and the flute sound was chaotic.