At this time, in the same place of extreme east, on the edge of the sphere of influence of one hall, three clans and four factions, there is a circular mountain shaped like a basin. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

This mountain stretches for more than 100 miles, and the low is only a few dozen zhang, compared with the surrounding mountains, it looks very inconspicuous, like a mountain bag.

However, in the center of this mountain, there is a clear spring at the bottom of the basin, this spring is surrounded by mist, and the spiritual energy emitted is too far from the foundation of many sects, but for ordinary monks, it can be regarded as a holy place for cultivation.

At the same time, because it is close to Zhongzhou, the large sects in the extreme east, in order to avoid arousing the hostility of the Zhongzhou sects, they have not settled their sphere of influence here, so this radius of hundreds of miles has immediately become a pure land for many small sects that are struggling to survive under the oppression of one hall, three clans and four factions.

And this ring-shaped mountain is the foundation of Qinglingmen, which lives in the gap between the extreme east and Zhongzhou.

There are not many disciples of Qinglingmen, only more than 100 people, most of them are in the Qi Condensation Realm, and the only foundation building monk is the current master Feng Ping, who cultivates in the middle of foundation building, although because of his qualifications and exercises, the spiritual power is mottled, and he is not a figure in a large sect, but he can be called a hegemon in this radius of hundreds of miles.

The sects that exist for hundreds of miles, although they are not oppressed by the disciples of the big sects on weekdays, there is a lot of friction between them.

And the circular mountain occupied by Qinglingmen was originally just ordinary, but since decades ago, the spiritual veins in this place vibrate, causing the spiritual spring connected to the spiritual veins to appear, which immediately aroused the coveting of the surrounding cultivation sects and families, but because of the fear of Feng Ping's cultivation, he did not dare to act rashly.

But recently it is different, a few months ago, Feng Ping went to Zhongzhou, I don't know why he was seriously injured and returned, although he saved his life, but the Sendai of Danhai was full of cracks, not only did he stop repairing, but even a little fight could cause a complete collapse.

Although Qinglingmen tried its best to cover up this matter, someone still spread the true situation, and immediately the surrounding sect families heard the wind and watched it, causing panic among the people of Qinglingmen.

And today, the Qingling disciples gathered in the open space next to the spiritual spring, most of them looked panicked, and opposite them, it was the nearby sect Golden Worm Sect pouring out.

"Brother Feng, if you Qinglingmen automatically move out and give up this spiritual spring, Zhao can guarantee that you will be safe and sound, otherwise the two factions will meet each other, maybe there will be one less Xiuzhen sect here!"

Zhao Changluo, the master of the Golden Worm Sect, had a little smug on his face at this time, but his tone was very cold, and behind him, more than a hundred disciples of the Golden Worm Sect immediately roared.

"Yes, hurry up and get out, or if you don't wait for Lao Tzu to make a move in person, you grandsons, don't even want to get out alive!"

"The master of the door is so merciful, if you want me to say, kill him directly, slaughter him cleanly, it is happier than anything else!"

"Surnamed Feng, weren't you full of momentum before? Why didn't you say a word today, hurry up and squeak!"

"Senior brother, don't worry, you see his face is full of life, maybe for a while, when he is in a hurry, he will kick his legs, we have to let him breathe, right!"

In the face of the loud mockery of the Golden Worm disciples, the Qingling Sect disciples were silent, and even on their faces, there was no trace of anger to be seen, but more of a retreat and a flickering of their eyes.

With a pale face and a sickly Feng Ping, he took a deep breath, tried his best to make his weakness visible, and slowly spoke: "Feng Mou asked himself that he had never been sorry for the Golden Worm Gate, Brother Zhao, why are you so ruthless, in the past... ”

Zhao Changluo immediately showed impatience, his face was slightly gloomy, and he interrupted: "Don't say those useless, you agree or disagree, Lingquan Zhao is bound to win!"

"You... Feng Ping rushed up with a burst of anger, and couldn't help shaking his body, his pale face was like white paper, his gaze swept over the disciples under the door, and he sighed secretly in his heart.

"Okay, I'll give you this place today from Qinglingmen, but... Speaking of this, Feng Ping showed a bit of sarcasm, "Do you think that the Golden Worm Gate can guard this spring that connects to the spiritual veins?!"

When these words came out, Zhao Changluo's smug smile stiffened slightly, his cultivation was only in the early stage of foundation building, in the past, he met Feng Ping, only Wei Zhen, and the reason why he dared to come to persecute today was because there were many sects and families, secretly looking for it, bluntly saying that even if Feng Ping condensed at this moment, it could lead to his death, and he supported the Golden Worm Gate to replace the Qingling Gate.

At this moment, these words immediately made his heart realize.

The news of Feng Ping's serious injury has been spread for several months, but the various factions have not taken the initiative to provoke, and at this moment, it is not that they no longer covet this place, but they are afraid and suspect Feng Ping's injury.

You must know that among the family sects around this place, the middle stage of foundation building of Fengping is enough for them not to dare to move.

And the Golden Worm Gate is undoubtedly the touchstone of their secret contact and bewitchment.

Thinking of this, Zhao Changluo was angry in his heart, and there was a trace of regret, but at this moment, he couldn't allow him to retreat, yes, his face was pale, a touch of murder flashed in his eyes, and when he took a step, he said hatefully: "Then don't bother Your Excellency, you still worry about yourself!"

For Feng Ping, he doesn't plan to let it go, even if this person is seriously injured, but after all, he has been famous for many years, if he can take this opportunity to kill and pass on some false news, I believe it can also shock many sects, so that they dare not act rashly, so as to give the Golden Worm Sect time to prepare.

The aura of Zhuji, with Zhao Changluo's murderous intent spread, which made the disciples of Qinglingmen, their faces change greatly, and they were afraid in their hearts, if Feng Ping was not seriously injured, he would not be afraid, but at this moment, it suddenly made them uneasy and nervous in the Qi Condensing Realm.

But at this moment, the roaring sound was like muffled thunder, rolling in, and the originally clear sky appeared hazy and bloody in an instant, and there was a trace of fishy smell.

A strong roar came out from the top of everyone's heads, and the space there was like a lake with water ripples, and a huge whirlpool appeared almost instantly, and the wind raged and became the size of a hundred zhang.

Whether it was the Qingling disciples or the Golden Worm disciples present, they were all shocked at the first sight of this whirlpool.

Especially Zhao Changluo, who was about to make a move, paused and looked up, his face suddenly changed, revealing disbelief and even more terrifying fear.

A large cyan statue appeared from the center of the whirlpool, and in his eyes, it grew bigger and bigger.

Rumble!

There was a loud bang, stirring up countless dust and sand, but in a blink of an eye, it was blown away by the howling wind, and a large pit of several feet appeared.

In the flashing of Dao patterns, a figure wearing a plain linen shirt took a step out of the pit, and after looking around, his face was a little happy, and with a wave of his hand, the big ding that rushed out of the whirlpool changed from big to small in the blink of an eye, and fell into the left eye of this person.

This person's face is extremely ugly, although he only exudes the aura of the early stage of foundation building, he can appear in this strange way, but it makes everyone present feel a chill in their hearts, as if facing some kind of terrifying monster, their scalp is numb.

"This fellow Daoist, I don't know what kind of place this is, where is it close?" Bai Ye first glanced at the vortex above his head, frowned, and then set his gaze on Feng Ping.

When Feng Ping walked out of this person, he was immediately frightened, especially when he felt the surging cultivation fluctuations of the other party hidden under the breath of the early stage of foundation building, as well as the scene of Ding Luo, there was a chill to the bone, which made him nervous.

Hearing the words at this moment, he didn't dare to slack off, and hurriedly clenched his fists and said: "This is Yinling Mountain, three hundred miles away from Changping Town, which is adjacent to Dongyuguo in Zhongzhou!"

And at this moment, an exclamation came from among the disciples of the Golden Worm Sect: "Sect Master, why is it missing?"

"Ah, in the big pit, I was stoned to death by Ding!"

"My mother, this person is terrible, run away!"

Suddenly, those Golden Worm disciples were completely flustered, and their eyes looking at Bai Ye were even more terrifying, and they didn't know which one was the first to turn around, causing everyone to cheer and flee into the distance.

Bai Ye glanced at it lightly, then withdrew his gaze, ignored it, and took out a jade slip casually, integrating his divine sense into it, and his face showed a bit of clarity and thought.

The whirlpool had teleported him to a distance of thousands of miles from the Valley of No Return.

Bai Ye pondered for a moment, his eyes flashed with determination, the Valley of No Return at this time was no longer an absolutely safe place for him, the Ancestor of No Return took away Duan Changbai and obtained the secret of Nirvana Rebirth, and he would never tolerate someone leaking it.

Moreover, in his opinion, although this phantom mirage that concealed his appearance on his face was wonderful, and even concealed from Duan Changbai, but in the face of the Returnless Ancestor who was already at the peak of Yuanying, Bai Ye felt that it was unlikely.

Especially once the cultivation reaches a certain level, the sense of breath is very keen, unless that person's spiritual power changes, otherwise if you pay a little attention, you can have an impression.

Therefore, after thinking about it, Bai Ye decided to find a place with abundant spiritual energy in this vicinity first and retreat for a period of time.

Since the success of foundation building, his cultivation has not had time to be completely stabilized, even if he was promoted in the blessed land, it was only the stability of the realm.

"And ... Bai Ye's eyes narrowed slightly, flickering with essence.

The bloody eye mark on his chest, as well as the Buddha lamp that he suspected of being a Buddhist monk, all required him to calm down and study them carefully.

At this moment, Bai Ye's gaze fell on the Lingquan not far away, and when he turned to Feng Ping, he showed a smile instead of a smile.

"Fellow Daoist, is there a place with abundant spiritual energy here?"