Cha Ming didn't know what was going on outside at the moment, and she was now dizzy as if she was floating among the clouds.

There was fairy energy everywhere around, and she didn't touch the ground with her feet, and she kept floating in mid-air. Strangely, she didn't feel uncomfortable, as if she had ever soared freely among the clouds before.

Her head tingled suddenly, and splinters of messy images collided in her head. A woman, three divine beasts, couldn't see their appearance clearly, and the hazy clouds covered most of their bodies.

The Nine Heavens Thunder, densely packed with lightning, struck the small body, and many people stood with swords, their mouths quickly opening and closing to recite complicated ancient incantations.

Her head hurt so much that it was about to explode, and Cha Ming hugged her head tightly and yelled, "Don't read it anymore, don't read it again." ”

"Strange ......"

"Strange ......"

There seem to be thousands of insects crawling on the body, eating away at the bones. The messy debris continued to pound on the fragile body, and every pore cried out for pain.

"Strange ......"

"Strange ......"

Who's calling, who's Moli?

"I'm not. ”

An unknown wind blew in the dark room, the chains clicked, the tea clothes fluttered, the hair fluttered, and suddenly she raised her head, a pair of misty blood-red eyes staring unfocusedly ahead.

At this moment, a flash of aura flew out from her fingertips, which could graze the cheeks of the person in front of her.

Two more auras came out of thin air, breaking the chains hanging from their wrists, and the chains fell to the ground with a clatter, and Cha Cha regained his freedom.

"Give me back my stuff. Step by step, she walked towards the man, stretched out her left hand, and asked for something.

The man clenched the trembling hairpin in his hand, and the entire dark room was under the pressure of the huge aura, and he was a little struggling.

The woman in front of her was not a mortal before, she was possessed by something. How could a mortal body have such terrifying power?

Unfocused eyes looked ahead, and she walked firmly step by step, her outstretched hand about to touch the placket of the person in front of her.

The man hurriedly turned sideways, chanting "bundle" in his mouth, and a spiritual aura made a rope to tie Cha Ming's hand.

With a slight wave, the rope was cut as if it had touched a sharp knife. The man made two more aura ropes, which she quickly broke through.

"Give it back to me. Her voice was ethereal, not like a human thing, and the aura around her body was so powerful that it made people breathless.

"Escape. He hurriedly pinched a trick and tried to escape, but he was trapped in a transparent round bubble.

As Cha Ming approached, the bubbles trapped him shrank smaller and smaller, and his breathing became more and more rapid, this was the absolute suppression of spiritual power, and he was not her opponent.

The hairpin on his hand trembled even more, and he could barely hold it. His right hand condensed into a sword and stabbed into the round bubble, but it was like stabbing into the soft marshmallow, almost devouring his sword.

At the last moment, he threw out the hairpin in his hand, and the round bubble was burst by the hairpin, and at the same time, he escaped from the dark room with a retreat.

Cha Ming's hand firmly caught the hairpin, and the resonance from her heart made her tense body relax, and the familiar origin qi continued to enter her body.

Her blood-red eyes gradually became clearer, her torn mind began to recover, and she couldn't support her eyes and rolled her eyes, and she was about to faint to the ground.

A pair of invisible aura wings gently held her up, and she slept peacefully under the wings like a child.

An anxious figure kicked open the door to the dark room and burst in.

As soon as he saw a room full of torture instruments, the man he was looking for was soaked, his cheeks were red and swollen, and he was suspended in the air unconsciously.

"Tea. Like the suppressed roar of a wild beast, Luo Xifeng's heart was like a knife.

While he was cultivating in his room, he felt the tea in the next room leave the room and go out of the small courtyard where they lived. At first, he thought that Cha Ming was boring to read, so he went to look around Zeng's mansion. But she walked farther and farther, followed the path of Zeng's house, walked out through the back door of the porter, and kept walking towards the outside of the town.

Luo Xifeng felt that something was wrong and hurried to follow. With Cha Ming's tracking technique, he could know where she was going and where she was going, but to his surprise, she was so fast that he could catch up with her with eight successful strengths.

It can't be Cha Ming, her speed is not so fast, is she being held hostage again? Thinking of the last night attack, Luo Xifeng's mind tightened. He fired an arrow into the air, and the sharp roar of the arrow attracted the attention of Xiao Jin's men, who immediately followed him.

Luo Xifeng stepped up his pace, and finally stopped the people more than ten miles outside the town, and Xiao Jin's people also arrived quickly.

I saw a masked man in black standing alone on the road, Luo Xifeng looked around, but he didn't see Cha Ming's figure.

"Oops, it's a trick. Luo Xifeng immediately reacted, this is the tracking transfer technique, transferring the tracking technique on Cha Ming's body to another person, this kind of advanced technique can only be used by people above the fifth layer of condensation.

Tune the tiger away from the mountain, then the tea ......

He turned around and walked quickly in the direction of Zengfu, only to see the masked man dodge and block his way.

A palm struck, and Luo Xifeng dodged on his back. He came out in a hurry, without a sword, and could only fight in close quarters.

However, this person is obviously a few levels higher than Luo Xifeng, and he has an immortal secret to protect himself, and Luo Xifeng received a few palms in an instant. Seeing this, Xiao Jin's people immediately pulled away from Luo Xifeng, fought with the man in black, and surrounded the man in black for a while.

Luo Xifeng didn't love war, so he took the opportunity to turn around and go to Zeng's mansion.

The goal of these cultivators is Cha Ming, why? What is going on with her now?

The anxiety in his heart quickened his pace, and he rushed to the small courtyard, where the room was empty, and the manuscript of the senior brother was still spread out on the desk, without a trace of confusion.

But he smelled ecstasy, and someone drugged her.

He turned back to his room, and everything was as usual, but his sword was gone, and someone took it.

Resisting the oppression of his heart, he unleashed all his spiritual power and swept across the corners of Zeng's mansion to find the whereabouts of Cha Ming.

The tracking technique was shifted, and finding tea was like looking for a needle in a haystack.

His spiritual power was in the dark corner northwest of Zeng's mansion, detecting unusual fluctuations. He immediately flew away, and along the way saw a few slaves and maids of Zengfu who were full of farts and urine, as well as Zeng Yuwen who was full of nonsense.

Following the direction they fled, in a hidden cave in the bamboo forest, a secret door was discovered.

The aura inside the secret door was surging, there were two auras fighting, and when he kicked open the door of the dark room, he saw the pale tea.

Cha Ming floated in the air, and at her feet was Zeng Yurou's corpse. Luo Xifeng didn't look at the corpse, only the sleeping man in his eyes.

The corners of her clothes were torn, as if she had fought fiercely. Luo Xifeng stepped forward to hug her, but was swept to the ground by a strong air current.

What was that cloud of gas surrounding her?