The Void of Lee Shui Dao.

Thousands of acres of grassland.

Qiu Lanying walked alone in the vast grassland, which was full of greenery.

She walked in it, with a graceful posture, like a strange flower on the grassland.

Qiu Lanying's hand was lightly raised, and an invisible force was quietly released.

She casts a spell that cultivates spirit plants.

She chose an ordinary grass, brushed its leaves, and the grass began to change under her power.

The veins of the grass gradually glowed with a silvery sheen, as clear as morning dew. Its stalks are straight, the buds at the top gradually bloom, and a beautiful silver shaving flower stands proudly on its own in the grassland.

At this moment, the entire grassland seems to be shrouded in its brilliance, and it seems to be more vibrant.

Qiu Lanying looked at this silver flake cultivated from ordinary grass with joy, and her expression was full of pride and satisfaction.

However, at this moment, she suddenly felt a faint force acting on her body, like a grass pushing her.

Although this power is small, it is extremely clear in Qiu Lanying's feelings.

She understood that it was the Shroud that was inviting her to send her out of this world.

Qiu Lanying smiled slightly, she did not resist this force. She closed her eyes and immersed herself in the fluctuations of power.

Suddenly, it was as if the whole world was spinning around her. The vast grassland, the silver dust flower, and the faint force all blurred at this moment.

When everything was clear again, Qiu Lanying had already come to the outside world.

She turned into a streamer of light and drilled out of the black gourd on Li Shuidao's waist.

Outside......

The night is like ink, and everything is silent.

Li Shuidao was dressed in a deep black robe, as if he was one with the boundless night.

His eyes were deep, looking at the dark mountains in front of him, and his expression was extremely serious.

Qiu Lanying looked around curiously and asked softly, "What is this?" ”

Li Shuidao said in a deep voice: "This is the Wind Scar Temple, we are now located at the foot of the mountain, and the Wind Scar Temple is located at the top of the mountain. ”

Qiu Lanying couldn't help asking, "What's in the temple?" ”

There was a hint of solemnity in Li Shuidao's tone: "The master of Ziyang Gate is hidden above, and the Wind Scar Temple is really a dilapidated temple. As far as I know, there are nearly twenty third-order monks in Ziyang Gate who are practicing in this place. ”

Qiu Lanying exclaimed: "There are so many? ”

Li Shuidao nodded: "I wanted to sneak into the ruined temple and wait for the opportunity." It's a pity that this place is already the limit of what I can reach, and if I continue to go up, I will definitely attract the attention of the old thief who is poisonous. ”

"Why go up?" Qiu Lanying asked puzzled.

"I provoked the Lan family, and I can only make a move to bring trouble to the east, muddy the water or have a glimmer of life." Li Shuidao explained.

"Don't worry, master, I know what to do." Qiu Lanying nodded and said.

Li Shuidao bowed slightly, he took off the black gourd on his waist, and then attracted the qi of heaven and earth, and a barren world that was both real and illusory surrounded his body.

Li Shuidao's body also gradually became blurred, and finally dissipated completely.

Qiu Lanying lowered her head and saw a palm-sized black gourd left on the ground.

She picked it up lightly and picked it up.

This black gourd is indeed a magic weapon, if there is no such thing, the virtual realm that Li Shuidao fell can only be in place, and it can't be moved at all.

And it is impossible to fall into the virtual realm under the nose of the poisonous old man.

Under the cover of night, Qiu Lanying began to cast spells, and her body gradually twisted and deformed, turning into a slender vine. There were several gourds hanging from the vines, one of which was the black gourd.

The gourd vine grows a gourd, which is a matter of course.

As if alive, the vine slowly stretched up the mountain, like a dark snake, quietly lying on its stomach in the night.

Although the speed is slow, it is unusually hidden, approaching the top of the mountain unhurriedly.

……

In the Void.

Li Shuidao sat cross-legged, surrounded by a layer of orange spiritual fire.

His hands were raised slightly, and three brilliant demon beast Neidan floated in the air, exuding a mysterious light.

He controlled these three inner pills with the Mystic Pill Technique, and the Medicine Master's Spiritual Fire jumped and calcined on them, refining the essence of the demon beast little by little. The air is filled with a strong medicinal fragrance, which is refreshing.

Li Shuidao's heart was clear, he had decided to hide in the Wind Scar Temple, and no longer act rashly. Even in the face of the threat of the Phaseless True Monarch, he has a way to deal with it.

Going to the South China Sea to find He Shiyong for shelter is just a dead end, not to mention whether you can find He Shiyong or not, just for more than ten days on this road, Li Shuidao is very likely to be intercepted by Wuxiang Zhenjun.

In addition, he keeps saying that he has to be grateful for his poisonous hands, and the old man is unreliable, not to mention He Shiyong, who is not familiar with him, it is strange that he does not fall into the well.

If he hid in the Wind Scar Temple and used the guidance of the soul lamp to stir up a big mess, so that the Lan family's Phaseless True Monarch and the poisonous old man could fight, no matter what the result was, it would be extremely beneficial to him.

If Wuxiang Zhenjun can defeat the old man with a poisonous hand, then Li Shuidao will say that he is being held hostage, and the deaths of the old man and his father-in-law Lan Zhiyuan are also related to Ziyangmen.

In a word, he didn't do it himself, anyway, there is no proof of death, so that his chances of survival can be increased to at least fifty percent.

If the Phaseless True Monarch and the Poisonous Old Man were evenly matched, then Li Shuidao would continue to lurk in the Wind Scar Temple, using the Ten Directions Tower to continuously improve his strength. As long as these two masters can't join forces, he will be able to survive in this gap, and as time goes by, his strength will become stronger and stronger, and he will finally be able to control his own destiny.

If the poisonous old man is superior in skill and kills or defeats the Wuxiang Zhenjun, then Li Shuidao will take this opportunity to pull up the tiger skin, so that the Lan family will not dare to attack him easily.

In short, returning to the Wind Scar Temple is the wisest choice at the moment, increasing his survival probability to more than eighty percent, and there is no need to ask for help, and there is no need to owe favors.

If you really can't do it, then do the final battle in your own virtual realm.

The gourd vine incarnated by Qiu Lanying squirmed gently in the afternoon sun, slowly climbing towards the Wind Scar Temple.

Wind Scar Temple is an ancient temple that has been eroded by time.

It was already very dilapidated, and the walls were crawling with vicissitudes of creeper, and one more vine, and no one paid attention to it.

The gourd vine weaves through the ancient temple, deftly bypassing the crumbling stone pillars, avoiding the scattered tiles, and finally stopping in a dilapidated room.

It's been a long time since anyone has been to this room, only spiders and flying insects are busy here, building their little worlds.

The gourd vine slowly wound around a broken stone brick, hiding a black gourd under the broken wall.

The broken wall has witnessed too much wind and rain, and the cracks are like the wrinkles of time. The gourd vine gently nestles against the wall, blending in with the surrounding vines.

On the other side of the wall is the solemn ten-sided tower.

The body of the tower stands majestically, soaring into the sky.

The black gourd was silently attached to the wall, waiting for a moment to come.

(End of chapter)