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On Dengxin Peak, Qin Shi and Qiao Zheng rose to the sky.

Seven or eight disciples of the Brake Spirit Sect stood by the small lake with the young man who had shot at Qin Shi when they were the one, watching the two of them disappear into the sky, they were all drenched in sweat, and they didn't dare to come out.

After a long time, someone finally sat on the ground with weak legs, gasping for breath. The young man raised his hand to wipe the beads of sweat rolling down his forehead, turned his stiff body, and looked at the hall diagonally behind.

A huge crack split the hall in half from the middle. This young man thought of the indifferent green-robed Daoist just now, and the sword qi that he waved out casually, the chill in his heart did not decrease in the slightest, only worse.

He knew that his master, the sect master of the Brake Spirit Sect, had intimidated the Returning Dan Seventh-Rank Cultivator Nie Gaitian within a radius of thousands of miles, and he had already mixed with the debris in the main hall, and there was no trace to be found.

He swallowed and foamed, and muttered: "You actually provoked the Linghua Sect! Master, you are not wronged! The Brake Spirit Sect, it's gone..."Qin Shi and Qiao Zheng left Dengxin Peak, and Qiao Zheng learned that Qin Shi was entrusted by Ji Xiaoxin to go to 'Biguang Mountain' and find Mrs. Zhijing to exchange for 'Lingming Stone Liquid', so he wanted to go back to Qianhua Mountain first.

Qin Shi also knew that he was going back to find a solution to the 'Illusory Evil Pill', so he said goodbye to him and watched him leave. Qiao Zheng's business was done, and Qin Shi didn't have any other urgent matters, so he watched the flowers and enjoyed the scenery all the way to 'Biguang Mountain'.

'Bi Guangshan' is not well-known in the Eastern Regions, if it weren't for Ji Xiaoxin marking the location, Qin Shi wouldn't know. However, Qin Shi was in a silky lip rain and arrived at the foot of 'Biguang Mountain'.

The location of this 'Biguang Mountain' is somewhat unexpected by Qin Shi, and hundreds of miles away is a big city where ordinary people live. The aura in this mountain is not very strong, even compared to Nadenxin Peak, it is far from it.

In such a mountain, there would be a monk who lived in seclusion, but it was also unexpected.

Qin Shi looked up at the mountain covered by clouds and mist in the rain, his brows moved slightly, somewhere in this mountain, the aura seemed to be a little abnormal, and there was a faint indescribable thing mixed in.

Judging from Ji Xiaoxin's attitude, this 'Mrs. Zhijing' should be someone she knew, and Qin Shi didn't want to use his divine sense to check it, so he stepped on the grass under his feet and walked deep into the mountains.

In the depths of 'Biguang Mountain', a large area of green bamboo forest, like a green ocean, coupled with the drizzle, in this bamboo forest, a faint mist has been formed, during the pedestrian walk, it is like walking in the green ocean, although the aura is thin according to 1ri, but it has a unique fresh taste.

A trail leads from the bamboo forest, which is secluded and profound.

At the end of the path, on the left side of a bamboo house, there is a large bluestone with a square circle, and a woman in a blue dress sits cross-legged on the bluestone, sits cross-legged with her eyes closed, silent.

A drizzle fell in the sky, but as soon as it reached three feet above the woman, it vanished, and not a drop could fall. "Zhijing, what are you thinking about?" a female voice sounded.

A woman in yellow walked out of the bamboo hut and walked behind Mrs. Zhijing. Mrs. Zhijing said lightly: "What are you considering? ”

The woman in yellow frowned slightly, and said, "What are you still clinging to? People can't be resurrected after death, you didn't understand back then, but now that we have all cultivated to such a point, don't you understand now?" Mrs. Zhijing was silent and did not answer.

The woman in yellow wanted to say more, but again~ a man's voice came from the bamboo house: "Mrs. Zhijing, I don't have much time, I hope you make a decision as soon as possible."

Mrs. Zhijing glanced at the woman in yellow beside her. The woman in yellow dodged her eyes and didn't dare to look at her. Mrs. Zhijing said lightly: "You don't have to feel ashamed, it's too hard to cultivate, and finally you have a backer, and what you do is reasonable."

When the woman in yellow heard this, her face was ashamed, and she lowered her head.

"Mrs. Zhijing, at the beginning of the establishment of the Scattered Cultivation Alliance, you were to be the backer of all Scattered Cultivators, and you are also Casual Cultivators, wouldn't it be good if you could join?" said the man in the room. "Xie Daoyou, is the purpose of your coming to 'Bi Guangshan' really to invite me to join the Scattered Cultivation Alliance?" said Lady Zhijing.

"On the orders of my master, I really want to come to the 'Mingling Stone Spring' to have a look, but inviting my wife to join the alliance is naturally also the proper meaning! The man said.

Mrs. Zhijing suddenly smiled and said, "I have always lived in seclusion here, almost never going out, and I have no hope for the position of an elder who is in charge of one side, and I can't afford the heavy task of cultivating in the world."

Xie Daoyou, if I don't agree to let you enter the 'Mingling Stone Spring', what will you do" The woman in yellow hurriedly said: "Zhijing, Xie Daoyou had already told me before he came that he would not forcibly enter the 'Mingling Stone Spring'.

What's more, you just let him go in and have a look, and he doesn't want this spring, so what's the matter?" Mrs. Zhijing said lightly: "If you don't want to use force, why use a magic weapon to cover me? Are you still afraid that I will run?"

The woman in yellow was stunned and speechless. Inside the bamboo house, a man in white who was sitting cross-legged slowly put away the scroll he had been holding in his hand and stood up.

The man in white was wearing a white robe and a lotus crown on his head, his face was extremely handsome, and his expression was indifferent at a rough look, but if you looked closely, there was only indifference in his eyes.

He slowly stepped out of the bamboo hut, passed by the woman in yellow, but did not stop, looked ahead, and walked slowly forward according to 1ri, staggering past the woman in yellow. Word.

The man in white walked up to Mrs. Zhijing and said lightly, "Madam, I have been waiting for your reply for nearly a ri, I must enter this 'Mingling Stone Spring', if you are still like this, I can only offend." ”

Mrs. Zhijing was silent, closed her eyes, and didn't look at him. The man in white smiled slightly, as if he didn't care, but the indifference in his eyes was even worse, and said, "In this way, I can't take care of Madame." ”

He pinched a seal in his hand and pointed at Mrs. Zhijing. In the three-foot void outside Mrs. Zhijing's body, a burst of light suddenly flashed, and a big tripod phantom loomed.

This big tripod was overturned, but it turned out that Mrs. Zhijing had been detained inside, but it was invisible and traceless before, as if transparent, and it was difficult to distinguish with the naked eye.

The transparent big ding shook suddenly, and twelve dragons faintly appeared, opening their mouths together, spitting out yin fire, and drowning Mrs. Zhijing inside. The woman in yellow looked at the man's back, looked at Mrs. Zhijing, who was drowned in the fire, her lips moved slightly, and she wanted to speak.

The man in white suddenly turned his head to look at her, she felt a chill in her heart, she didn't spit out a word after all, and lowered her head to avoid the gaze of the man in white.

The yin fire that drowned Mrs. Zhijing suddenly flipped around, and Mrs. Zhijing sat under the big ding, and a strange self-light outside her body flashed and extinguished, brushing those yin fires away.

The man in white frowned slightly, and the seal changed, and it was printed on the big ding, and the yin fire rose again, submerging Mrs. Zhijing again. At this moment, his heart moved, and he turned his head to look at the bamboo forest path not far away, and his eyes were not instantaneous.