"Now, you need to understand that Li Xuanling, you and I are not a hunter and a prey, I hope we can cooperate amicably and achieve our own goals. In this world, we have become friends, don't mess with the stitches because of those empty identities in the past."

Li Xuanling's breathing gradually calmed down: "Thank you, I know that it is as easy for you to get rid of me as if you were pinching an ant to death. I can feel that your system is very powerful. As long as you and Wei Lin stand together, I believe that there will be no motive for conflict between us."

"Wei Lin is my first friend here, and my closest friend, I have always stood with her, but now, she is no longer in the world."

"I'm going to call Gong Shiyu back, what are we going to do next?"

"Dingfeng Sect, we want to gather in Yunzhou, and next, we are going to start fighting with Lidu, and now, it's up to Guanghua to meet. As long as they don't drop the chain, this time, there will be salvation in the world."

Li Xuanling has an inexplicable trust in Zhou Meng, as long as he says he can, he really can.

"By the way," Zhou Meng asked, "where are your swords, and the scrolls you brought out from Lidu?"

Li Xuanling was a little helpless, "Xuanling Sword left with the scroll, probably in the direction of Chongyang Palace. Chongyang Palace is in the easternmost part, and the thunderbolt is beyond the reach of the whip, so I let the Xuanling Sword go in that direction."

"For Lidu, there has never been a whip that the whip is beyond the can't, and no one knows what is going on in Chongyang Palace now. Perhaps, Chongyang Palace is even worse than Dingfeng Sect. However, in that situation at that time, if you let your sword leave, you could only think of going to Chongyang Palace. The rest is up to their creation."

"I'm also trying to find a way to recall the Xuanling Sword, but he seems to be covered by a thick layer of spiritual power, and he can't get out at all."

"The two of us, now we have to hurry up and help Gong Shiyu's spiritual power up, only she can make the news of the whole world flow and ask. So, the two of us, we may need to go back to the Dingfeng Sect. Visualize the evil thoughts of Gong Shiyu and take them out."

"Okay."

"Since you don't have a system anymore, but your spiritual power can be maintained in Li, so you know how to merge the mirror, right?"

"Yes, but after the merger, as long as there are evil thoughts in the body, and after the people of Lidu have enough aura, they can produce a mirror image again, and when a new mirror image is generated, the merged mirror image will become invalid, which is why, my spiritual power was restored at that time, but it was lost so quickly.

We can use the spiritual power of Wen Sheng to absorb evil thoughts. The spiritual power of the scholars is very easy to make, and they can produce spiritual power by reciting a poem and writing a pair of words."

"But the problem is that the Silk Tower, the tower that the Thunderbolt uses to reproduce and control the image of evil thoughts, also uses our spiritual power. The spiritual power we generate, if it is well protected, is our tool, and if it is not well protected, it will become the nourishment of the capital."

Li Xuanling listened and looked uneasy, "What? The tower is filled with spiritual power? I originally thought that as long as we had Wensheng, the problem of Meizu's ashes would be solved."

"Things in this world are not always that simple. We're probably running out of time, so we'll have to figure it out quickly."

"I think this matter must be resolved with the Guanghua Society, and maybe, a breakthrough can be found from their treasures."

"You'd better find your great sword and our scroll first, without the sword, you'll have to refine it again."

"Okay, I hope Gong Shiyu can help me."

The long sword that Li Xuanling had in mind went in the direction of Chongyang Palace after being sent away by Li Xuanling.

When he arrived at a plain, the Xuanling Sword suddenly lost its spiritual power and suddenly landed.

In the scroll, several young cultivators were chatting to pass the time.

One of them, a 23-year-old monk, said, "Now, we really don't know where we're going. Now that this is the case, I invite you to a cup of tea."

"When, do you still have time for tea?" Another nun of fifteen or sixteen years old said.

"The scroll is sealed, we can't see anything, we don't know where we are now, and in whose hands we are. How else, sit here together and cry? It's better to have a cup of tea, calm down, and recover some spiritual power, in case we go out, it's the battlefield, and we can deal with it."

"You, a scholar who cultivates the tea ceremony, what can you deal with when you go to the battlefield?"

"I'll make them a pot of tea to make their spiritual power stronger."

"Hey, that's why your cultivation name is called Old Ming."

The man nodded with satisfaction: "Yes, my family is surnamed Chu, so everyone can call me Chu Guming. The tea from my hometown is always the best."

As he spoke, Chu Guming made a cup of tea for everyone.

"Longjing, refreshing. Did you know? All woods, after being invaded by Nian and Qi, have the potential to become spiritual trees, but tea trees will not. They are independent beings, rejecting any intrusion from any other spirit or mind. But when you drink tea, you may be able to drink the nobility and arrogance that they carry in their lives."

The surrounding cultivators drank tea one by one, and then praised it.

A little girl doll came to Chu Guming's side, looked at Chu Guming and said, "Brother Ming, I want to drink it too."

"Fat, children can't drink tea, they can't fall asleep after drinking, they won't grow if they can't sleep, and if they don't grow up, they will become dwarfs, and they will become dwarfs, and they will only be cute, not mighty."

Chubby is a skinny girl, six years ago, a group of Dingfeng Sect disciples picked it up at the foot of Nanshan, and she was still in infancy.

After being carried back, he stayed in Dingfeng Sect.

used to be ignorant, and ran to Wei Lian's side when Wei Lin was practicing, if it wasn't for Cheng Xue flying to save her, she might have become a ghost under the sword of Thoroughness.

Because this little girl was too thin, everyone gave her a name, called Chubby, and when she shouted, she would get fat.

Now seven years old, still thin and small.

However, the face is always round and tender, and it is very cute.

In the entire Dingfeng Sect, when Cheng Xue was young, it was a baby pimple, and after Cheng Xue grew up, the little chubby became a baby pimple.

"I want to drink, I want to drink, I want to drink!"

Chu Guming couldn't stand Chubby's coquettishness, and turned Chubby into a glass of water for Chubby, "Huh."

"Liar! I want tea! Yours are all green, and I want that color."

Chu Guming put a few bamboo leaves in for Chubby: "Okay, well, soak it for you, you see, your leaves are bigger than ours and yours!" Z.br>

With a bang, the sky swirled in the scroll.

The tea in Chubby's hand was immediately wiped out.

Chu Guming got up and looked at the sky.

Nothing.

This means that no one opens the reels.

The bad thing is that the spiritual power behind the volume is passing.

If you don't leave the scroll in time now, your spiritual power will be sucked by the scroll.

However, no one here can leave the reels.