In the vicinity of Qing Ya, two black-clothed and black-faced monks have been quietly following, they are monks of the killing group, all they do is to observe and record, even if Qing Ya almost dies in some cases, there is no intention of helping.

Until Qingya broke out and beheaded the female cultivator under the sword, the members of the killing team just wrote a few more strokes on the record.

A few days later, a graceful woman in a lilac dress suddenly appeared on the vast forest, her face as delicate as a peony flower was covered with a solemn and cold expression.

Half a month ago, the little junior sister she had always valued the most sent her a message, saying that she had found a few loose cultivators at the junction of Qingming Mountain and the grassland, and after eavesdropping on the other party's conversation, she found that she had some resource materials in her hands that were of great use to the children of the sect, and there were quite a few of them, and the little junior sister and her party were ready to follow and then wait for the opportunity to seize them. But I didn't expect that more than ten days had passed, and there was no news.

The woman searched all the way along the snow-covered plains, but she didn't find any clues after searching for several days, so she had no choice but to give up, and the cold words before leaving overflowed from the corners of her tight mouth: "If I catch the end of my hand and know who dares to plot against my junior sister, you will be unable to survive and die." ”

The purple-shirted woman faintly hidden, and walked in the direction of the last disappearance of the eldest disciple in the low air, and suddenly stopped when she passed a piece of snow, she was puzzled to find that there was a large area of snow here that melted a little faster than the rest of the place, and landed on the ground, she waved her sleeves to clear the floating snow on the surface, and a burning black mark came into view.

This is not like the spontaneous combustion of weeds, and the spontaneous combustion of weeds cannot burn so cleanly, but there is a trace of the monk's Taoism.

Thinking of this, she did not hesitate to spend her spiritual knowledge to clear all the snow here, and the area of the fire was beyond her imagination, with a radius of more than two hundred miles.

It was obviously unrealistic to search little by little, but she had another way, and following that almost untraceable fluctuation of vitality, she finally found the place where Qingya had killed and set fire in the first place, which was also the place where her junior sister died.

The purple-shirted woman carefully explored the past inch by inch, and it was certain that her junior sister and the three disciples in the same group had been killed, except for the initial continuous entanglement and pursuit, the last battle should not be long, and the scope was not too large, the enemy was not one, but at least two or more people, several people seemed to be good at an extremely evil Dao method, and one of them was at least the realm of Shi Dan, not a high-level Fa that ordinary casual cultivation could cultivate.

Slightly frowning two eyebrows, Rao was scheming with her heart, and she didn't know what to do all of a sudden.

Her little junior sister is gifted and intelligent, although she has only just entered the realm of Ning Dan's Void Dan, but in terms of pure combat power, she is not afraid even when she encounters the middle stage of Ning Dan, but now she was killed without even sending a message.

It's just that looking at the Qinglan Domain and the Northern Land, such an evil Dao technique that contains killing intent has now almost flooded in the entire cultivation world, and basically a monk will get a few hands, although from the situation in this place, the murderer's understanding and realm in this Dao are indeed very doorways, and they are different from ordinary killing monks, but it is also difficult to find someone accurately in the vast sea of people.

Sighing a little helplessly and unwillingly, the purple-shirted woman cleaned up her mood, rose into the air again, and returned to the sect.

Just as the purple-shirted woman was searching in the Linhai Wasteland, Qing Ya ignored her own injuries, completely by burning her own foundation, and ran all the way to pick up the deserted path, and finally rushed back to the hidden nest she had built in the Qingying Mountain in the shortest possible time.

Drilling into the hole and putting things on the stone bed, Qingya's heart was relieved, and she could no longer suppress the double exhaustion of her spirit and body, her body was crooked, she fell to the ground, and immediately fell asleep.

I don't know how long I slept this night, Qing Ya woke up in a burst of burning thirst in her throat, moved her body slightly, and found that the depleted true yuan in her body had recovered seven or eight points, and the skin injury was no longer serious, but the two broken ribs still needed a period of time to recuperate.

Qing Ya groaned and got up, and was about to check her harvest, but suddenly sat down on the ground, trembling all over, she didn't dare to make any more movements, only struggled to find the stored wound medicine and slowly took it with the warm water smell Wei Mu.

An hour later, Qing Ya's spirit finally improved, and she muttered to herself in a hoarse voice: "In the end, the methods of the blue-clothed Ning Dan female cultivator are really ruthless and treacherous, I thought that with my own killing Dao cultivation, except for a very few Ning Dan monks, the rest of the people are not worried, but they are a little underestimated by them, fortunately, there is some progress before meeting the blue-clothed woman, otherwise, not only will they not be able to kill her, but perhaps they will be killed by her for the first time they meet." ”

After resting for most of the day, Qingya finally recovered from the unbearable pain, and UU read the book .net and began to check the harvest of her trip.

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A hidden and perfect deep cave house.

Wei Mu was covered with scars, his breath was like silk, lying quietly on a cloud bed in the stone room, and beside him was Wei Tao, who was also scarred, but much lighter.

Wei Tao picked up a cup on the table, fed Wei Mu a few sips of warm water, and whispered: "Uncle is weak, don't talk much, rest in peace for a while." ”

Wei Mu laughed a few times in a hoarse voice: "It's okay, the main reason why I'm so embarrassed is because I am tired of running thousands of miles behind your back day and night, the person we met last time has just experienced a fight, and his mind is inevitably a little empty, so we can take a chance by surprise, and thanks to your ability to hide your breath in the Jedi, otherwise it will be really difficult for them to come up and release a killing move." ”

After a few gasps, Wei Mu then smiled: "What they both wanted to take away was this thing, haha, they didn't want to be taken advantage of by us, and this advantage was too big." ”

As he spoke, Wei Mu held a crystal the size of a soybean between his fingers and carefully held it up in front of Ishikawa's eyes.

Wei Tao had never seen this thing before, so he asked, "Master, what is this little stone?"

"If I'm not mistaken, it should be soul condensing sand, don't look at only such a small piece, its value is immeasurable, hehe. ”

"What is it for?"

"Soul Condensing Sand, as the name suggests, it is of great use to the monks below the robbery, whether it is the spiritual cultivation of the foundation condensing pill period or the cultivation of the divine consciousness of the Yuan Shen Zhenren, it is said that it is twice the result with half the effort. ”

Wei Tao was surprised: "Hey, it's so powerful, won't we make a lot of money this time." (Once Literature Network,)