In the Wanli Pavilion, Song Mingting walked in quickly.

His cultivation has been consolidated, and it's time to return to the battlefield.

The deaths of Xingzhao Patriarch and Shanzi Patriarch caused a great shock to their return to the Tibetan Sword Pavilion, and after the death of the two patriarchs, they returned to the Tibetan Sword Pavilion and held the highest funeral ceremony to comfort the souls of the two patriarchs in the sky.

It's a pity that it is inconvenient for the lower realm to communicate with the upper realm, otherwise they would definitely communicate with the upper realm and ask about the cause of death of the two ancestors. Now, they only know that there has been a lot of change in the upper realm, but what is the specific change? Whether the situation is good or bad, they don't know at all.

But it's not his turn to worry about this kind of thing, the matter of the upper realm, even if they are in charge of the real person, they have no way to interfere, let alone him!

For Song Mingting, the present is the most important thing.

"Senior Brother Mingting, are you going back to the battlefield again?" The true disciple who was guarding Wanli Pavilion saw Song Mingting and beckoned.

"Yes, I came back because I was going to break through. Song Mingting replied.

"I really envy you, it's already the late stage of Rongyue, we are really ashamed of ourselves. ”

"Aren't you almost at the Melting Moon Stage? I believe that if you accumulate some more contributions, you will be able to enter the Intensive Cultivation Hall once, right? ”

During the greetings between several people, the teleportation array had been activated.

Song Mingting only felt a flash of white light, and after a whirlwind, he had already appeared in the teleportation array of Guangdu City.

"Senior Brother Shocking Wind, Senior Brother Lai'an, do you also want to go back to the mountain gate?" Song Mingting sighed lightly and beckoned.

On the other side, Lin Jingfeng and another young sword correction came head-on. This young sword cultivator is also a disciple of the five seats of the Guizang Sword Pavilion, called Zhao Lai'an, and he is also a genius among the five disciples, and he is one of the first disciples to be promoted to the Rongyue period in addition to Shang Rulong, Wang Jinglong, Song Qingyi, Lin Feiyu, Song Mingting and others, almost at the same time as Lin Jingfeng.

"That's right, Zhao Lai'an and I are about to break through the middle of Rongyue, we can't be pulled too far away by someone, right?" Lin Jingfeng squeezed his eyebrows at Song Mingting and said, this person naturally refers to Song Mingting.

A few years have passed, Lin Jingfeng still likes to joke as always, he is a little joking among the five disciples, and his personality is quite witty.

Zhao Lai'an smiled on the side and did not speak.

"Then congratulations. Song Mingting replied with a smile, and was about to continue to say two sentences, when an alarm suddenly appeared in his heart.

I don't know if it's because of the rebirth itself, or because of the practice of Qinglian Zen, or some other reason, in short, since the rebirth, his spiritual sense has been incredibly strengthened, and there are often whims in his heart. And every whim, in the end, it was verified that it was right!

So although he didn't know where the danger came from this time, Song Mingting still moved at the first time, he flashed and retreated, and at the same time did not forget to alert Lin Jingfeng and Zhao Lai'an.

"Be careful!"

Lin Jingfeng and Zhao Lai'an looked confused. At this moment, Lin Jingfeng's face suddenly showed a treacherous color, the blood light on his hand bloomed, and the blood light turned, Song Mingting's sight was instantly occupied by the blood light, and when the line of sight recovered, half of Zhao Lai'an's body had disappeared.

Song Mingting only felt a sweetness in his throat, and he couldn't hold back for a while, spurting out a large mouthful of blood, his body was infected by the blood demon qi, and he was fighting fiercely with the Guizang Sword Sutra and Qinglian Zen. But he couldn't care about the injuries in his body.

"Blood God Parasitic Dafa? impossible!" Song Mingting wiped the blood from his mouth and stared at "Lin Jingfeng" in disbelief.

The Blood God Parasitic Dafa is one of the evil methods of the Blood Shadow Sect, which can silently parasitize in the opponent's body, and eventually occupy the dove's nest. But everyone is a thousand-year-old faction, and it is naturally impossible for each other not to guard against each other, so every true disciple of the Sword Pavilion who is in their possession has a ban in their body, and once they have a spell such as the Blood God Parasitic Dafa in their body, it will be displayed on the life card.

Besides, if Lin Jingfeng wants to enter the teleportation array, he must first go through many tests-you must know that Lin Jingfeng is going directly in the Guizang Mountain, if any real person from the Blood Shadow Sect can get in, then will they still be alive when they return to the Tibetan Sword Pavilion?

It's just that now the two layers of protection have not been able to prevent this Blood Shadow Sect real person, this thing is really incredible!

Lin Jingfeng had a look of bewilderment on his face, he had no idea what was going on. Then, he heard himself "speak" and said, "How is it impossible? You have already fallen to Pingyang in the Sword Pavilion, how can you be able to defeat the supreme means of my Blood Shadow Sect? And now you are just a down-and-out faction, do you still think that you are the number one faction three thousand years ago?"

A gloomy owl's voice rang out with a strange laugh.

Lin Jingfeng's face showed a look of horror, he opened his mouth to speak, but found that he couldn't open his mouth at all. Not only that, but he also found that a very terrible change was going on in him.

The color of blood gradually appeared on Lin Jingfeng's body, and in the blink of an eye, his skin surged like a wave, and soon, half of his body turned into blood.

"Ming Ting...... Save...... Help me!" A hoarse hiss came from Lin Jingfeng's throat, and in an instant of life and death, Lin Jingfeng finally broke through the limit and said the words, but it was too late, as soon as his words fell, the blood had spread to the top of his head. In the blink of an eye, Lin Jingfeng had already turned into another person.

Song Mingting's eyes were red, and he could only watch Lin Jingfeng being transformed. He didn't have time to rescue, and he couldn't do it.

"Yo, I still have the heart to be sad for others, should I praise you for your affection and righteousness, or should I scold you for not knowing what to call good? But don't worry, I'll send you on my way soon. The man on the other side laughed.

Song Mingting glanced at Zhao Lai'an, who had only half of his body left on the ground, and had long since lost his voice. He died the moment he landed, and the real human master sneaked attack, and he was defenseless, so it was impossible to be spared.

"Five-Light-Demon-Jun!" Song Mingting called out the name of the real person of the Blood Shadow Sect in front of him word by word, and the chill in his tone could almost freeze the space.

"Junior, you killed Beigong Jue and exposed the best Dao weapon, I should have thought that there would be such a day," Wuguang Zhenren Yin Han said, "Go on the road, if you want to blame, you will be blamed for being born late." ”

As soon as the words fell, the blood light in the hands of the five-light real person surged, and it struck towards Song Mingting like lightning. At this moment, the dragon's groan sounded, and a magma appeared out of thin air, rushing towards the blood light, instantly repelling it, and the magma fell, turning into a human form, which was the real person of Haoyan.

"Junior, you are really brave to kill me by bullying me and returning to the Sword Pavilion two genius disciples! Don't even think about going back alive today!" Hao Yan said murderously.

However, in the face of Haoyan Zhenren who suddenly appeared, Wuguang Zhenren did not panic, as if he had already expected this scene.

"I guessed that you would definitely take good care of this kid, but I didn't expect it to be you old man himself, it seems that this kid is more important than I imagined for you to return to the Sword Pavilion." ”

As the Wuguang Zhenren spoke, his body gradually changed, and between the blood and water, the Wuguang Zhenren was divided into two, and when the other person also showed his true face, even if it was Haoyan Zhenren, his face became solemn.

"Refining the dragon is a real person!" Song Mingting's tone was condensed, and he shouted out the identity of the person who came.