"No shadow, no shadow!" One thing flashed through Bei Mingxuan's mind, that is, the woman standing in front of him had no shadow.

"Say, are you a subordinate of the Ten Thousand Evil Ghost Ancestors of the Ghost Sect?" Bei Mingxuan's face changed instantly, and he glared at the mysterious woman.

Her body was a real presence in front of her Bei Mingxuan, but the dim moonlight seemed to be able to penetrate her body, casting a luster behind her.

The first impression was fear, and the mystery that still shrouds her to this day stems from this, that is, she has no shadow. Because of this, Bei Mingxuan had to think of the Ghost Sect and the Ten Thousand Evil Ghost Ancestors.

Things gather people in groups, and in this world where qi veiners practice, there are no less than 100 sects in the rivers and lakes. For thousands of years, there has been continuous fighting between sects, either for magic weapons or for the secret books of exercises, but all that has been done is to be able to increase day by day on the path of cultivation, but the one who has truly reached the highest realm of the Qi Vein Divine Universe has never appeared. Among these hundred religions, they are divided into Xuanmen and Demon Sects.

The strength in the Xuanmen is strong, and the ones that can take charge alone include the Broken Cloud Pavilion in the Cangjie Mountain, the Temple of the Past Life in Manhai, and the Zongwu Gate in the Valley of the Strange Sword.

In the Demon Sect, the world has heard that it has changed color, and the strength is extraordinary, including the heavenly desert of Wushan Zifeng, the heavenly desolation of Wushan Cangfeng, the ghost sect in the Baiyou Cave, and the self-proclaimed Situ Yuanyin.

Bei Mingxuan is the Young Master of the Heavenly Desert of the Purple Peak of the Demon Sect Wushan, and the Ten Thousand Evil Ghost Ancestors he is talking about are the leaders of the Ghost Sect. Because the Ghost Cult established the world by exorcising corpses and fighting ghosts, he had to think of the Ghost Cult when he saw that this woman had no shadow.

The mysterious woman in gray clothes faced Bei Mingxuan's question, and replied without any emotion: "I'm not." ”

Bei Mingxuan couldn't help but raise her hand to brush away her silk hair, it was a fairly delicate face, and she was looking at herself with those eyes without a trace of ripples. This kind of look is very sincere, he is very sure that this woman has no lies, but this kind of eyes that seem to have magic power also make Bei Mingxuan want to spy on her story, her past.

"Well, I believe you. (What kind of rhythm is this, why can't I get out, I thought)

Bei Mingxuan knows the role of Tu Bodhi, and if you take a bite of that thing, it is worth ten years of hard cultivation for yourself, can this kind of good thing be said to be let go?" If I pretend to do it, and then show her a random place, let her look for it for a long time, she can't find it and must give up, and when she leaves, I will really use the qi vein, then Tu Bodhi is not in the bag! Hahaha, I am all impressed by my cleverness. Bei Mingxuan thought in his heart.

Bei Mingxuan pretended to act according to the plan that he claimed to be seamless in his chest, and then pointed to a towering boulder in the distance, and said calmly: "Tu Bodhi is under that boulder, you can go." ”

Bei Mingxuan only felt that a gust of wind was blowing, and the gray shadow had reached the place pointed by one hand!

"Hahaha, Bei Gongzi, why tease an ignorant little beggar?" a melodious and playful rough voice came from the sky.

"Brush~" Two white shadows flew to the ground. An old man with flowery hair is holding a dust, with phoenix eyebrows and apricot eyes, a beard and chest, and a pure white robe, with a charm and elegance. Behind him, a slightly chubby young man is also a sword in a Taoist robe, to the point of being a little naïve.

Bei Mingxuan glanced at the two of them, and said in a disdainful tone: "It turned out to be the old man of Broken Cloud Pavilion. Master, I rarely come out and walk around, and I never thought that even the old man of Broken Cloud Pavilion knew me. I wonder how old you are among the five old men in Broken Cloud Pavilion?"

The old man smiled contemptuously: "That gentleman in the desert, a young man with two goods, can be a young master with two demeanors, two new degrees, and two heights, it is difficult for me to know the old way!"

The white-clothed disciple behind the old man jumped forward and said with a little excitement: "I am a mother-in-law, Master, is he really the second and third degree Bei Mingxuan rumored in the rivers and lakes?"

This white-clothed old Taoist was inexplicably angry in his chest, brushed the dust upside down, and looked at his disciple's head, "I've told you eight hundred times, in front of outsiders, this mantra has been swallowed in my stomach, but I don't listen, I just don't listen......

"I've heard Yaoyao say a long time ago, what kind of nickname did the people in the rivers and lakes give me, I didn't believe it at first, but I didn't expect it to be true!" Bei Mingxuan said angrily in a low voice. "But you remember to the master, one day, I will make all the people who joke and mock the master regret it!"

The old man said coldly and arrogantly: "I didn't expect to be able to meet the Northern Prince in this remote Guyue Mountain, in the past, the son walked the world, and the people in the rivers and lakes were afraid of the seven evils of the desert that day, not you, the second child, this time I dared to come to Guyue Mountain alone, I really didn't take the Xuanmen in my eyes!"

Bei Mingxuan put on a parry posture, since ancient times, when the Xuanmen Demon Sect met, it was inevitable that they would fight to the death, and he knew that this time was no exception. He may not be the opponent of this old way, and for the sake of face, he naturally can't be caught and slaughtered by others. "Let the horse come over, I am not greedy for life and afraid of death by Bei Mingxuan!"

The flower-haired old man laughed, stroked his long beard lightly, and a sharp light burst out of his deep old eyes and disappeared instantly, "A junior of the Zhongtian Realm is also worthy of my hidden attack?"

Zangfeng Daoist tilted his head slightly, stared at the white-clothed disciple who was beaten by himself, and said: "Xiao Qi, you are also in the Heavenly Realm of Qi Vein, as an experience, you beat that second goods to death three times for Lao Tzu." ”

The moon is dark and the wind is high, the strange rocks on the top of the ancient moon mountain are craggy, the occasional breeze is whistling, and the wild grass is rustling. Under the boulder, which is more than one person high, the mysterious woman in ragged clothes is buried in hard work, and although there is no gain, the woman is not discouraged.

In another place, a disciple of Broken Cloud Pavilion named Xiao Qi confronted Bei Mingxuan. His hair was in a bun, his eyes were sharp, and he was dressed in white, but his style was lowered by his slightly chubby figure.

"I don't duel with nobodies, I report my name. Bei Mingxuan said coldly.

"Listen, I'm the eldest disciple of the Hidden Feng Daoist of the Broken Cloud Pavilion, Zhang Xiaoqi, the second and third degrees of Bei Mingxuan, let's die!" Zhang Xiaoqi replied angrily, exerting his strength, and had already flown out.

Hearing the words "two goods and three degrees", Bei Mingxuan's face instantly sank. "Zhang Xiaoqi, if you use this kind of words that seriously slander the image of the master, the master will definitely beat your mother and dare not recognize you!" The roaring words were squeezed out of the teeth.

In the dark night, a cloud of purple light rose up in an instant, and slid past with Bei Mingxuan's galloping body.

Bei Mingxuan's purple tiger claw was about to strangle Zhang Xiaoqi's slightly thick neck, and a slender iron sword wrapped in white mangs blocked Zhang Xiaoqi in front of him.

The long sword emitted a strong qi, making Bei Mingxuan's purple claw unable to step forward for half a minute.

With Zhang Xiaoqi's scolding, the qi emitted from the iron sword was scattered again, and Bei Mingxuan also saw that the qi stored in the iron sword was a little tricky, so he simply took advantage of the momentum of the sword qi to fly out of the zhang and recalculate.

Bei Mingxuan, who had settled down slightly, said in a slightly mocking tone: "This stingy brother, as a qi vein person, you don't know that when a qi vein person reaches the Mingcheng realm, he can use the qi veins in his body to condense into his own exclusive magic weapon, isn't it too stupid for you to use a large amount of qi veins to support a handful of mortal iron?"

Indeed, as Bei Mingxuan said, once a Qi Vein cultivator cultivates to the Mingcheng realm, he can use the qi in his body to condense an exclusive magic weapon that is compatible with his own soul and can be collected and released freely. Only when you really reach the realm of Mingcheng can you be called a strong person in the true sense. Now Zhang Xiaoqi does not hesitate to inject his own qi veins into a mortal sword, unless this sword has a special meaning for him!