After repairing the inn for a day and a night, He Miaomiao took Zishen out of the door, walked around the city at random, found a tea shop with the most monks and miscellaneous monks, and entered the lobby and took a seat.

The tables here are close to each other, there is no isolation formation to cover, and there are many people, so it is a good place to inquire about news and rumors. Yuluzhou had an accident, everyone was talking about it, and as soon as the two sat down at the table, they heard a lot of people talking about it.

At a table not far from them, there were three Confucian cultivators in the Gathering Spirit Period, all of whom sighed, and one of them said: "It is rumored that Yaoqing Lingjun and Xuanmiao Lingjun are from the spirit world, maybe they fell there." ”

"I think so! Can a pair of Refining Void Stage Dao Couples die together, what ordinary Great Realm cultivators can do? The strength of the high-level spirit realm is really beyond our imagination......

He Miaomiao pinched the teacup and listened, and at the same time communicated to Zishen: "The two Lingjun they are talking about are most likely the masters of Yulu Zhou. ”

"It's a pity, they only seem to have heard of the road number, but they don't know the surname. Zishen lowered his head and blew on the tea, took a sip, and then listened to the conversation over there.

A gray-clothed Confucian cultivator sighed silently, and said softly to the two companions: "There is an elder in my family who is friendly with Yulu Zhenjun, I have heard that these two spirit monarchs are from a big family in the Middle Spirit Realm, and I don't know why such a monk with such a background would end up like this overnight?"

"It's actually a cultivator in the Middle Spirit Realm? I don't know how he came to the Haotian Realm to practice?" The black-clothed Confucian cultivator at the table didn't quite understand, there were countless immortal cultivation realms attached to each spirit realm, and his own side couldn't go all over, and it was really time-consuming and laborious to go to a farther place.

The gray-clothed Confucian cultivator shook his head and said that he didn't know, "How can I know about the matter of the high-ranking monk? ”

Hearing the Middle Spirit Realm, He Miaomiao and Zishen looked at each other, and they all guessed that these two Spirit Monarchs were the Ji family.

"If we guessed correctly, something probably happened to the Ji family...... No wonder Ji Daoyou walked so urgently, it seems that the spiritual world is not peaceful. He Miaomiao sighed, feeling a little heavy in her heart.

Since the eastern, southern, and northern spiritual realms are closed, the attached immortal cultivation realms below, and the ascension will lead to the middle spirit realm and the western spirit realm, if something big happens on these two sides, the consequences are really unimaginable.

What made He Miaomiao most difficult to calm down was that Ji Ruyue did not hesitate to cross countless spaces and try to go to the Canglan Realm to find people, could it be because of what was happening in the spirit world, and she also had a greater or lesser relationship with the Zi family.

"We can't go to the spirit realm, we can only wait for Ji Daoyou to come again. Zishen listened to He Miaomiao's doubts, put down the teacup and was silent for a moment, and then asked, "Third sister, do you think it will be related to the Outer Heaven Demon Clan?"

"Not necessarily. He Miaomiao suppressed her bad premonition, and said, "We know too little about the spirit world, and we don't know anything about the demons, they haven't been in the world for a long time, and they may not come out now." In a word...... I hope it has nothing to do with it, if it's just a dispute on the side, the Ji family may not suffer. ”

Zishen nodded and stopped transmitting the sound, and there was always a trace of doubt lingering in his heart, like the originally clear sky, and there was an extra haze, which made people want to ignore it.

The discussions in the distance are always related to Yuluzhou, but most of them are mysterious rumors, which are not worth listening to at all, and occasionally a few words mentioning the two Spirit Monarchs are all about their affairs in the Haotian Realm.

"It seems that the Ji family will not easily reveal their identity when they go out to travel. When Zishen passed the sound, he sighed inexplicably, "Third sister, why do you say that the Wuling family can't walk in the world in a dignified manner? ”

"Maybe it's because of the battle in the dream, it's us who lost, right?" He Miaomiao recalled that in the inheritance dream, there were large areas of desolation and death, with demonic energy and vitality, where there were no five spirits.

In that case, I don't know how many tens of thousands of years it will take for the heavens and all worlds to regain their vitality, and if the five spirits are defeated in the war, the arrogance of the demons will naturally be higher.

"Don't do this again!" Zishen had the same dream, remembering the breath of despair on the battlefield, and still had some palpitations.

He Miaomiao nodded, and seeing that there was not much useful information around her, she dropped a few spirit stones and got up, "Let's go, go back to the inn to cultivate first." ”

The two went out and walked on the crowded streets, and their mood gradually returned to calm. The polite and polite Confucian cultivators were smiling, and the fragrance of books and ink came from the market, which combined with the water spirit emanating from the river around the city, which made people feel refreshed.

When he walked back to the door of the inn, the sky suddenly rolled black clouds, like a raging stream, towards a high mountain outside the city.

"Huh, could it be that someone has crossed the catastrophe?" Zishen curiously exited the inn, jumped onto the roof with the surrounding monks, and returned to He Miaomiao's side after observing for a while, "It's not a robbery, but I can't see what the situation is." ”

The power contained in the black cloud is very strange, there is the neutrality and peace of Taoist cultivation, and there is also the domineering evil of demon cultivation, the two forces are perfectly combined, and there is no conflict or mutual restraint at all.

Some curious monks hurriedly walked in the direction of leaving the city, but most of them had nothing to do with themselves, how Miao Miao and Zishen were like them, and they put aside after guessing a few words and went straight into their respective courtyards.

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In the depths of the barren green mountains, Qu Mingcicada sat in the dark cave mansion, surrounded by black mist, and his already weird expression was a little cold and terrifying.

Her coercion was still in the middle stage of Jindan, and without the spirit body as a guide, no matter how many high-level cultivators were spent and what quality of secret techniques were used, she could not be allowed to go any further.

She looked coldly at the lifeless skin at her feet, and felt a little disgusted in her heart.

Zhuqing Zhenren is just the early stage of the Yuan Infant, but she has been delayed for so much time, and she has spent a lot of effort to use secret techniques to lure, but the effect is not satisfactory until now.

"It's useless! if it's the middle stage of the Yuan Infant, the magic skills can be advanced to the middle stage of the Golden Pill!"

Qu Mingcicada frowned slightly, the more he thought about it, the more irritated he felt, kicked the corpse away, and sat on the stone bed that was temporarily split, sensing two different forces in his body.

"It's really worthy of Tu Shan's exercises! Sure enough, it can be matched with the aura!" Seeing that the spiritual power and the demonic energy did not interfere with each other, she was in a slightly better mood, even if the demonic power was only able to break through the early stage of the Jindan, the power was not as good as that of an ordinary mid-stage monk.

Thinking that there was still a spirit body to be replenished, the little loss in Qu Mingcicada's heart completely dissipated, and he was too lazy to deal with a dead man. She ejected a ray of fire, and the corpse of the Qingqing real person quickly turned to black ash, mixed with the dust in the stone cave.

Qu Mingcicada cleaned up the cave, and the spiritual power of the body shook the aura around him, and the demonic qi dispersed disappeared in an instant. When she waved the formation and sacrificed the flying magic weapon, she had already returned to her original appearance of enlightenment and cultivation, and there was no flaw at all.