Sister, look at him!

The thick fog dissipated, and a few people came running in the distance.

"Big Brother! These are the Saint Lady's shoes!"

A female cultivator from Xuanyou noticed a pair of high-heeled shoes lying on the ground.

Qing Wu, who was flying a sword in front, immediately turned around and flew down, squatting on one knee to pick up the shoes, "It is indeed Rong Ye's."

Damn it! What kind of big thing could have happened that made He Qingwan take off his shoes and throw them away without caring about his image?

"Your Highness." Qing Wu put his shoes into the jade pendant at his waist, stood up and bowed to Baili Jingchuan, "Rong Ye is missing. We in Xuanyou have no intention of investigating Taocheng. We will say goodbye now."

"Wait." Baili Jingchuan stopped Qingwu who was about to leave, "It's enough for Taocheng to have Yunlin, Pingtian, and Senluo to investigate. I will go with you to find Rongye."

Qingwu didn't comment, paused for a moment, and then left quickly.

Baili Jingchuan raised his hand and made a gesture, and several guards in golden armor behind him quickly disappeared from the spot and dispersed in all directions.

*

On the side of Senluo Hall, Tan Xiang swung his sword to cut off the ghost in front of him and saved his fellow disciple.

"Thank you for the rescue, Senior Sister."

"Yeah." Tan Xiang's attitude was indifferent. Her hand holding the knife kept shaking because of the murderous intent in her heart, and a few blood-red lines were inexplicably wrapped around the blade.

"Senior Sister, you should take a rest." The tall female cultivator squatted beside Tan Xiang, took out a handkerchief to wipe the blood off her face, and put a small blue pill into Tan Xiang's mouth.

The pill took her mouth and dispelled Tan Xiang's murderous intent. She took a few deep breaths and retracted the increasingly strange magic sword in her hand.

"Keep going," she ordered.

*

The Pingtian Sect is good at formations, and the young sect leader Nie Jiuzhu is even more famous for his formations.

"The entire Taocheng is a huge killing formation." Nie Jiuzhu took out the formation flag and stuck it into the ground. "If we can't break the formation, all of us will die here."

He no longer had the playboyish demeanor of the past two days, but spoke seriously to Lan Yurui, "Although I wish I could kill all of you Yunlin people, the current situation obviously doesn't allow me to do that."

The holy land of Yunlin is famous for its superb medical skills.

They not only have alchemists, but also doctors and pharmacists.

Not all alchemists can cure diseases and save lives.

Lan Yurui, the saint of the Yunlin Holy Land, is also a famous little medical genius in the southern region. Although she is only in her twenties, her medical skills have reached perfection.

Who knows what kind of mess there is in Taocheng, but it’s definitely a good idea to bring a wet nurse with you.

So no matter how much Nie Jiuzhu dislikes Yunlin, he can only team up with Yunlin at this time.

"To make the world free of suffering has always been our goal in Yunlin." Lan Yurui placed her right hand on her chest. "What we have to do now is to destroy the killing array in Taocheng and give those wronged souls freedom."

She spoke sincerely, with a determined light in her eyes, "We may have different paths but we share the same aspirations, Senior Brother Nie, I believe in you."

"Trust me?" Nie Jiuzhu sneered. He had just said that he would kill everyone in Yunlin, and Lan Yurui said she believed him? How ridiculous.

Nie Jiuzhu was about to say vicious words, but when he looked into Lan Yurui's eyes, he was touched by the trust and sincerity in her eyes.

"You're right, you're really stupid." Nie Jiuzhu turned away from Lan Yurui and said, "Let's go. The center of the formation is most likely in the area of ​​the City Lord's Mansion."

……

The bamboo shadows are swaying and the bamboo leaves are rustling.

"Whoosh-"

Two arrows emitting black gas seemed to have eyes and flew around the bamboo towards He Qingwan and Lin Chuan.

"Kick-"

The arrow was broken by the sound blade produced by the guzheng. Looking down, the black arrows were scattered all over the ground.

"Hey, have you bandaged yourself? I can't hold on any longer." He Qingwan's hands on the strings were about to leave afterimages.

Lin Chuan had reached the last step. He tied a knot on the bandage and put on his clothes neatly. "Let's retreat first."

"Of course I know I have to retreat first! If it weren't for waiting for a loser like you!" He Qingwan scolded him, and after scolding him, he was stunned. What happened? Is his temper so bad? Just now, he just wanted to ridicule him, but he said a lot of vicious words inexplicably...

"clang--"

The flying arrow was blocked by the flying sword.

"What are you doing? Let's go!" Lin Chuan controlled the flying sword to cover the rear, while he pulled He Qingwan along and ran in another direction.

He Qingwan, who was once again trapped in the situation of escaping, was no longer in the mood to think about why his temper had become so bad. Instead, he began to wonder why the protagonist in a male harem novel would be the kind of person who would run away at the slightest provocation.

The arrows behind him kept flying towards him as if they were endless, and Lin Chuan could only dodge with He Qingwan.

"Tsk." The inexplicable anger in He Qingwan's heart erupted again. Seeing that she had run to a more open area, she made a few strange and crisp bird calls.

The next moment, the Chongming Bird, whose body was big enough to cover the sky, swooped down.

"Tear him apart alive!" He Qingwan gave the order viciously.

The double-headed bird raised its head and cried out, then without hesitation rushed towards the man in black who was chasing He Qingwan.

The black arrows finally ran out, and the man and the bird started fighting each other.

"Zhongming's current strength is equivalent to that of a cultivator in the Golden Core Stage, yet he is having such a hard time fighting." He Qingwan frowned, "Could this evil cultivator be in the Nascent Soul Stage?"

If he is really in the Nascent Soul stage, then he is doomed. The most powerful among the people who came to Taocheng is Baili Jingchuan, and he is only in the late Golden Core stage.

What a slap in the face!

He Qingwan once again made a strange bird sound, and she called out to Chongming, "Come back! No more fighting, let's go!"

Animals are more perceptive than humans. Chongming knew that he could not beat the man in front of him, but due to his master's order, he could only bite the bullet and do it. Now that he heard that he would not fight, he immediately flapped his wings and turned around, intending to run away with his master.

Just as it was in the air, a chain caught its claws. The places touched by the chain felt as if burned by something. The pain was so severe that it could no longer flap its wings. After a whine, it fell heavily to the ground.

“Chongming!” He Qingwan’s eyes were red with anger. She had raised Chongming from a tiny egg to this size, but now, now…

No matter what, escaping is the most important thing. A Foundation Establishment Stage fighting against a Nascent Soul Stage is as easy as an egg hitting a stone.

He Qingwan turned around and said, "My brother and I will avenge you later, Chongming."

After saying that, she flicked her sleeves, and a glittering shawl flew out. She injected spiritual energy into the shawl, and He Qingwan left the ground on tiptoe, and flew away into the distance in an instant like a ray of light.

Lin Chuan and Xiao Bai were stunned: "?"

Chongming wailed and Lin Chuan wanted to leave, but He Qingwan's angry and distressed expression could not be erased from his mind.

She probably cared about this double-headed bird.

Lin Chuan's eyes gradually became firm, and five flying swords slowly appeared around him.

Since Rong Ye likes this bird, he wants to take the bird back to Rong Ye.