save the cannon fodder

Three months later, the kitten still hadn't been found. Mu Qingyi gradually became anxious and irritable from the initial worry. Her patience was almost exhausted.

Mu Qing also stood outside the barrier, his face was gloomy, his body was getting stronger and stronger, the heavy coercion leaked out uncontrollably, and the surrounding air was stagnant, making it almost impossible to breathe.

Why haven't you found it yet, has it been robbed?Who dares to rob her cat!

Thinking of this, Mu Qing also had a storm in his eyes, and the coercion on his body gradually increased, and his spiritual consciousness expanded to the market again, scanning every piece of land inch by inch.

No, no, still no!

The monks in the bazaar have long been numb. For the past three months, this powerful spiritual consciousness has scanned the entire bazaar almost every day. They have changed from trembling and not daring to move at all to what they should do now.

This divine sense only detects it every day. It doesn't seem to be attacking the monks, but it seems to be looking for something. Some monks are even secretly guessing. Could it be that there is a spiritual treasure hidden in the market, which attracts this powerful monk to search for it every day? .

In the past three months, she has rummaged through the market, knowing almost every place in the market. She has seen gray cats, black cats, and orange cats, but she still can't find her little white cat. The cat that belongs to her alone.

Mu Qing also stared at the enchantment darkly, the kitten was missing here, she must have run into it, or...the cultivator inside caught her cat and hid it, but she couldn't find it .

Mu Qing's devilish energy also emerged from her fingertips, broke through the barrier again, and stepped into the extremely familiar fairy demon sect. For three full months, it was enough for her to get familiar with this sect, but the ridiculous thing is that she still Her cat was not found.

Mu Qing also decided to go in and search again today. If she couldn't find it again, she wouldn't mind breaking the damn barrier completely. If it wasn't for this barrier, she would definitely not lose her cat.

But today, when the Yunlong Secret Realm was opened, in the Immortal Demon Sect's Immortal Cultivation Hall, hundreds of Jindan stage monks dressed in uniform white Taoist uniforms lined up here, quietly waiting for the opening of the teleportation formation.

The monks below the golden core stage gathered on the mountain peak, looking at the golden core monks in the immortal cultivation field from a distance, the backbone of the fairy demon sect gathered here.They also want to go to the secret realm, but once the monks below the golden core stage enter the secret realm, they will be torn apart by the wind and die.

Song Yi'an and Cui Guxue were at the head of the group of disciples. Standing on the white jade steps, Song Yi'an exchanged a glance with Cui Guxue, then, looking down at the group of disciples who were waiting in line, he said sternly: "Today the secret realm is opened, and I hope all the juniors Junior sisters should keep in mind the rules of the Immortal Demon Sect, you must not harm your fellow sects, and you must not rob the same sects of resources, and all the spiritual treasures you get will be handed over to the sect to accumulate foundation for the sect."

After finishing speaking, Song Yi'an glanced at the disciples below, his voice was in vain, and he said sharply, "Have you heard clearly?"

All the disciples said in unison: "I would like to follow the teaching of the elder brother."

Among the crowd of white clothes, Yao Jing'er was wearing a silk scarf around her neck. She looked viciously at Cui Guxue who was beside Song Yi'an, her face was gloomy, she was holding a small bottle tightly in her hand, and two mid-Gold Core cultivators followed closely behind her. .

The sky above the Immortal Demon Sect is surging, the sun is dim, and the teleportation array is about to open.

Song Yi'an stood with his hands behind his back, looking up at the ever-changing dark clouds in the sky, and the half-pillar of incense. The once-in-a-hundred-year-old Yunlong Secret Realm is about to open.

Song Yi'an's eyes froze for a moment, and a smile appeared for a moment, his enchantment was broken, it seems that the junior sister has broken through the golden core stage, just in time, there is one more person who went to search for the spirit treasure.

With a wave of his white sleeve, his figure disappeared on the stage.

In the cave, Ye Ling's spiritual energy surged, and her spiritual energy rose steadily. She was about to break through the golden core stage.

In an instant, Ye Ling slashed out with a palm, carrying a surge of spiritual energy, and slashed straight at the barrier outside the cave. Suddenly, the mountain shook and the ground shook, and the barrier instantly turned into a light feather and disappeared in the air.

Ye Ling summoned his spiritual energy and flew out of the cave. The Qingyun Peak was covered with dark clouds, mixed with lightning and thunder, ready to go. After Ye Ling flew out of the cave, a thunderbolt struck her. Ye Ling formed seals with both hands to block the thunderbolt .

However, the small lightning bolts were obviously just an appetizer. After a while, the lightning bolts that were as thick as the mouth of a bowl struck the tiny Ye Ling viciously with lightning flashes.

The sound of thunder became louder and louder, and the thunder and lightning that struck Ye Ling became thicker and stronger each time. The hills near Ye Ling had already been leveled by lightning, and after the lightning struck, the flat ground was dark, exuding a strong sense of anxiety. taste.

On the pitch-black flat ground, a scorched black figure half-kneeled on the ground, holding a half-cut sword in his hand. The carbon-black figure struggled to hold on to the broken sword, slowly got up, pulled out the broken sword, and faced the dark clouds in the sky, with bright eyes Looking at the sky resolutely, he looked up to the sky and smiled, "Hahaha, if you want to chop, hurry up."

She still has to find her fairy sister!

As if aware of her provocation, the dark clouds gradually spread all over the sky, spreading to the entire Immortal Demon Sect.

A giant python-like thunderbolt contained powerful power and struck straight at Qingyun Peak. In an instant, the Immortal Demon Sect was shrouded in white light, and a monstrous bang resounded through the sky.

All the cultivators in the Immortal Cultivation Field looked towards the place where the loud noise came from, and saw a mountain peak split apart under the thunder and lightning, huge boulders splashed, soil scattered, and dust rose. Several high-cultivation monks floated in the air, dumbfounded Staring at the rubble.

The dust dispersed, and a figure appeared at the bottom of the mountain. The whole body was completely black, except for a pair of bright eyes.

Immediately, the thundercloud dissipated, and colorful rays of light descended from the sky, covering the figure, and the black scars on the figure fell off like scales, revealing the smooth and tender skin inside.

The dark clouds receded, the rays of the sun disappeared, and a woman in white appeared in the ruins, with a slender figure, black hair like a waterfall, picturesque eyebrows and flowing eyes, and her every move reveals all kinds of amorous feelings.

Everyone was attracted by the woman's beautiful face and looked at it intently.

Song Yi'an witnessed the whole process, and looked at the woman in white clothes Shengxue in amazement, is this his little junior sister?

The stone fragments of Qingyun Peak were piled aside, telling him brightly that this is his little junior sister, who has been reborn after entering the golden core stage.

However, Song Yi'an had never heard of such a powerful lightning calamity from a monk at the Golden Core stage. It was even more unbelievable that someone could successfully survive this thunder calamity, and even reborn and changed his appearance.

Ye Ling's exquisite facial features were indifferent, and he looked at Song Yi'an coldly, without any emotion in his eyes.

In this March, she was trapped in the cave. Whenever she thought about her fairy sister day and night, she felt more resentment towards Song Yi'an. If it wasn't for this person, how could she not be able to see her for three months? Fairy sister.

In the past three months, she practiced crazily, thought hard, and even almost fell into a madness several times and died here. After all, Huang Tian paid off, she touched the barrier and touched her chance.

After their white cat clan entered the golden core stage, their strength was against the sky. Therefore, the power of the thunder catastrophe was naturally stronger than other demon cultivators, comparable to the thunder catastrophe of the Nascent Soul stage. Naturally it will change.

She was in a hurry to break through at this time, and she hadn't prepared anything to resist the thunder disaster, but fortunately she had the magic weapon, the little bell, which could withstand the fatal blow of the thunder disaster. If not, she might have died under the thunder disaster. Never to see her fairy sister again.

Ye Ling was barefoot, and the soles of Bai Ying's small feet were covered with a faint layer of spiritual power, separating them from the mottled ground.

Her clothes had long been destroyed by the lightning calamity, and the white clothes on her body were transformed from her hair, which could resist cold and heat, and resist spiritual damage.

Ye Ling ignored Song Yi'an, walked past him indifferently, and walked out of the barrier with bare feet, she was going to find her fairy sister.

After walking half a step, a gust of wind hit, Ye Ling's black hair scattered, blurring her eyes, Ye Ling narrowed his eyes slightly, and looked towards the place where the gust of wind hit.

In the center of the Immortal Cultivation Field, a gust of wind rolled down from the sky, forming a vortex on the ground, the vortex was unfathomable, and I don't know where it leads.

Seeing the vortex, Song Yi'an faced the strong wind, his clothes swayed, and shouted to all the disciples on the field: "All Golden Core Stage disciples, listen to the order and enter the secret realm with me and Senior Sister."

"Yes."

Cui Guxue took the lead and led a group of Golden Core stage disciples into the vortex.

Yao Jing'er mixed in with Cui Guxue's first team, tightly gripped the vial in her hand, and followed her into the whirlpool.

Song Yi'an stood on the side of the vortex, instructing another group of disciples to jump into the center of the vortex. All the disciples jumped off like dumplings, and disappeared into the vortex one by one.

For a while, only Song Yi'an and Ye Ling were left on the field.

Ye Ling turned his eyes, raised the spirit shield to block the strong wind, and still went outside the barrier.

What does this have to do with her, she doesn't want to enter the secret realm, she just wants to find her fairy sister now.

Seeing that Ye Ling didn't enter the teleportation formation, Song Yi'an frowned, braving the howling wind, and shouted: "Little junior sister, where are you going, why don't you enter the teleportation formation quickly."

Ye Ling ignored him, rose into the air, and still went straight to the outside of the barrier.

Seeing that the vortex in the strong wind was getting smaller and smaller, Song Yi'an glanced at Ye Ling, his heart sank, and he used his whole body's spiritual power to attach to Ye Ling's body, pulling Ye Ling into the vortex forcefully, and then jumped Yue, followed by him, also entered the vortex.

Ye Ling had just passed through the thunder calamity, and his spiritual power had not yet recovered. His strength was incomparable to that of Song Yi'an, who was about to break through the early Yuan Ying stage.

Ye Ling, who was falling rapidly in the vortex, looked at the shrinking hole expressionlessly, her hands beside her were tightly clenched, tears flashed in her eyes, leaving her dead eyes hidden in the darkness.

The vortex became smaller and smaller, until it was only about the size of a mouse hole, and a red figure flashed into it. After a while, the gust of wind stopped, the vortex disappeared, and the field of cultivating immortals was peaceful.