What caught my eye was a group of people, led by brocade clothes and jade silks, fluttering white clothes, a wisp of green silk hanging down on the forehead, and dark eyes shining like stars.

Wang Qiu hid quietly in the mist.

These people don't have accents like those of Northridge Cliffs.

Wang Qiu muttered to himself in his heart.

"Holy Son, there are only about seven days left until the day of the performance. It seems that we are not the only ones who entered this Purple Thunder Gorge in advance to explore......"

Behind the man was an old man on crutches.

"I naturally know this, not only our local forces in Youzhou, but also the people of the Northern Immortal Prefecture have also rushed here......"

The man held a jade fan in his hand and said quietly.

"Elder He, here, our spiritual sense is blocked, and my cultivation is limited, can you see how far your spiritual master can spread?"

When the old man heard this, he sighed and shook his head: "Although I have the cultivation of the Red Lotus Seven Grades, my spiritual sense can only break through the body less than three zhang. ”

"What about you?"

The man stared back at the other two attendants.

"Back to the Holy Son's words, even the cultivation of the old crane is only three zhang, not to mention us, less than one zhang. ”

"Holy Son, do you think we need to go deeper?"

Faced with the current situation, the old man hesitated.

However, the man squinted his eyes slightly and said, "Since you are here, it is natural to understand the situation here as clearly as possible." ”

After several people agreed, it was decided to continue the deeper.

Wang Qiu paid attention to them from afar, looked at their backs, and after a moment of silence, he immediately quietly followed.

Along the way, they encountered some wild beasts, and the old man and the man didn't need to make a move, and the two attendants who followed behind them solved it. With a flick of his fingers, the flying sword was unsheathed, and between the lightning and flint, it was directly killed.

At the moment when the two followers cast the spell, Wang Qiu's heart was shocked, and he saw the cultivation of the two petals of green lotus blooming in the eyebrows of those two people.

"What is the origin of these people, it is even the cultivation of the entourage around them that is so powerful!"

......

As he continued to go deeper, Wang Qiu's face became more and more solemn, because now this place was already the last spiritual sense mark planted by the White Lotus Dao people. This means that even the cultivation of the White Lotus Dao people does not dare to take a step closer.

But if you want to go further inside, it will be more than lucky.

And those people are also clearly aware that they are now on the verge of danger. They stopped, especially the old man whispering in the ear of the Son. I don't know what we're discussing.

Finally, a few people hesitated, and they actually walked inside again.

Wang Qiu kept this absolutely safe distance from them, at least because of this Purple Thunder Gorge mist, even the old man of the Red Lotus cultivator on the other side would not be able to discover him through his spiritual sense.

After thinking for a moment, Wang Qiu gritted his teeth and followed again.

Danger was coming, and before Wang Qiu could keep up with them, he heard a loud shout from the front. At the same time, a dull roar of demon beasts came.

Wang Qiu's heart tightened, and he stepped forward to see what was going on.

It was an ugly-looking monster beast, and its body was actually melted into the rocks. Only the head sticks out of the rock. The head is covered with dense pockets of pus. The red eyes are strange, like bull's eyes. The mouth was huge, and in the middle of the swallowing, a long tongue swept the flying stones, and smashed towards the people.

"Get out of the way!"

The old man's face was solemn, and his eyes quickly enlarged the boulder that had been smashed, and he immediately stood in front of the man, and at the same time, a red lotus bloomed in the center of his eyebrows, and his hands were folded and then stretched out, and a mana barrier enveloped several people.

Bang bang bang!

The boulder slammed into the barrier's light curtain. The light curtain shook for a while, and several people were safe and sound.

Wang Qiu looked up, and was secretly shocked in his heart: "What kind of beast is this, it looks really ugly......

In an instant, the strange ugly demon beast's body suddenly moved among the rocks, and in an instant, it ran to another rock.

Several people looked solemn, hurriedly turned around, and made an offensive and defensive posture.

"Holy Son, this beast has at least the cultivation of the Seven Grades of Qinglian, but you must be ......careful," the old man said with concern.

The man's face was indifferent, and five cyan lotus leaves suddenly bloomed in the center of his eyebrows.

"Unexpectedly, this man is so young that he actually has the cultivation of the five grades of Qinglian......" Wang Qiu was dumbfounded.

"Holy Son, don't be impulsive, although your cultivation is not inferior to that of a beast, but our spiritual sense is very limited, and the body of this demon beast melts into the rock, it is difficult to lock!"

The old man was afraid that the young man would not be able to resist the action.

"Goo-Goo......

A strange cry of a demon beast came, and I saw that in the mist, a long tongue suddenly broke through the air, like an arrow off the string.

"Be careful!"

The two guards next to him glared at each other and drew their flying swords with a bang. Flipped towards the beast's tongue. The blade of the sword was sharp, and a cold light flashed.

However, between the collision of the flying sword and the demon beast's tongue, there was a clanging sound of metal.

"What?"

The two guards were also startled, this flying sword was made of cold iron. It is extremely tenacious, although there is no psychic, but it is also a magic weapon refined by the master of the sect's refining. There are a lot of spirit patterns burned in it.

The spiritual weapons of monks are divided into: magic weapons, spiritual weapons, mysterious weapons, Taoist weapons, ancient Taoist weapons, and immortal weapons. Of course, there are also some special spiritual weapons: such as ancient murder weapons and Danbao. This Danbao is the most peculiar, it is a psychic elixir refined by a great supernatural power. It can also be used as a spiritual artifact.

......

The guard's magic weapon not only did not hurt the demon beast in the slightest, but was swept away by the powerful power of the demon beast. Lost in the fog.

Wang Qiu paid close attention, but unexpectedly, a cyan flying sword suddenly flew towards him in the empty mist, he hurriedly dodged, and the cyan flying sword was inserted into the rock next to him. The blade sank two-thirds of the way into the rock.

It was the flying sword that the guard had just been swept away by the demon beast.

Wang Qiu's gaze instantly locked on the flying sword, his eyes glowed, and he couldn't help but swallow his saliva. Looking at the delicate hilt, Wang Qiu suddenly remembered the flying sword inherited by Senior Sister Xiayi.

Although he was a little jealous at the time, he later heard from the White Lotus Daoist that the flying sword belonged to Xia Yi. It was the person in the tomb on the mountain who stayed behind and instructed the White Lotus Daoist to pass it on to Xia Yi.

Hearing this, Wang Qiu was relieved, and he didn't mind much. After all, he is the real mantle that inherits the Wuling lineage of the White Lotus Dao people. But for Xia Yi's life experience, Wang Qiu is even more curious. You must know that the three people who took the Xia Yi and controlled the lion were extraordinary, and their cultivation was amazing. It's not your average family.

However, Rao is like this, Wang Qiu is still excited about the flying sword technique. There's a flying sword next to me right now, and now I don't want to wait for when!

Wang Qiu looked at the few people who were entangled with the rock demon beast in front of him, he lacked skills, and he couldn't care about anything else at the moment. Not to mention the flying sword magic weapon that was swept away by the demon beast.

Slowly touching the side of the rock wall, Wang Qiu's body agitated spiritual power, and he pulled out the magic weapon. If it were an ordinary person, the sword body would not have been able to pull out two-thirds of the way into the rock.

Between the flying sword in his hand, Wang Qiu couldn't help but be happy.

After glancing over there, he immediately turned around and ran away.

Fortunately, not far deeper, Wang Qiu quickly found the spiritual sense marker and flew in the direction of return.

......

Suddenly, the face of the guard who had lost his magic weapon changed, and his eyes suddenly looked in the direction where Wang Qiu slipped away: "Holy Son, there are other people here! ”