The gloomy and crazy Master is drooling over me

Yu Mian smiled slightly, with a hint of success in his eyes, and said closer: "What I practice is the secret method passed down by the sect, which requires pulse diagnosis..."

Her already beautiful face, after several years of growth and the baptism of spiritual power, is now even more beautiful than before, and her every frown and smile is as charming as the spring breeze.

The four of them suddenly took half a step back. Young people's ears are always sensitive, like ripe red cabbage.

The four wrists also rolled up their sleeves and waited.

"Sorry for the trouble..."

While feeling embarrassed, he actually forgot that a cultivator's meridians are a weak link in the body and are often not suitable for exploration by outsiders. It would be dangerous if the other party had ill intentions.

Yu Mian leaned forward and gently placed his slender fingers on her wrist.

The heartbeat beneath my skin was much faster than usual, full of joy.

She simply ignored the anomaly, and instantly turned her spiritual power into a thread that penetrated into the other party's meridians. She probed half an inch inward along the meridians, and indeed found a trace of residual ink-colored aura.

The next three people did the same thing.

"Have you ever fought with the creatures in this small world?" she asked.

"How would you know, fellow Daoist? When I first entered, I did smell the inky fragrance of the flowers and almost fainted."

"I think this is also part of the test for disciples. It's us who were careless." The monk retracted his sleeves, rolled up his hand, put it behind his head and gently touched it to hide his unnaturalness.

Because their Xuanwu Sect's skills are mostly yang, there are relatively few female practitioners, let alone such a beautiful junior sister, whom they can't even see.

This is the first time I've been so close to a girl.

Subconsciously, I developed a liking for Yu Mian.

However, he didn't know that it was because his own martial arts method was extremely compatible with Yu Mian's physique that exuded yang energy, so he subconsciously felt familiar with him.

"How could that be? I almost got caught when I first entered. I'm afraid it's a reminder to us." Yu Mian simply revealed this, but began to think in his heart. He thought that the Beiming Sect marked him in order to mark his location and give him "special care".

Now, not only himself, but all the disciples who entered seemed to be doomed.

What on earth are they trying to do?

Her thoughtful gaze slowly fell on the three Beiming Sect disciples who had put away their spirit swords and were about to escape.

Then let her see whether we treat everyone equally!

Jie Jie Jie...

"You! What are you going to do?" The three of them wanted to leave quickly while they were not paying attention, but unexpectedly, the female cultivator who was very good at fighting and extremely cruel would set her eyes on them.

The three of them exchanged glances and then acted separately!

Before he could even take a step, he was covered by a formation and locked in space.

"I didn't say I would let you go..." All the elders and lords must be paying attention at this moment, so she couldn't do it too obviously.

Life is like a play, it depends on acting.

She showed a "kind" smile on her face, put away her spear, and prepared to use her fists to teach them a lesson and tell them to be careful with their words next time.

"No…it's Dabi!"

"puff!"

"I'm screwed! I'm screwed...!" The monk, whose face was turned into a pig's head by a punch, pinched Yu Mian's trouser leg with his fingertips and begged for mercy on the ground.

Yu Mian then put his hand down and patted the other person's shoulder, "That's right."

Taking advantage of the moment of contact, the spiritual power thread directly penetrated into the opponent's body, and before the opponent could react, it threw the person into a three-person arhat.

"Please pray that you don't see me next time..." She turned and left with a smile, but in fact, there was a hint of ink in her palm and a solemn look flashed across her eyes.

The body of this Bei Ming Sect disciple was almost completely infected, just like Cordyceps sinensis.

The hyphae parasitize in the body of moth larvae, forming a tangled network like a spider web, which in turn affects their neural network and controls their actions in a special way.

The moth was dead but not yet in a stiff body, it turned into a zombie insect and was driven to obediently drill into the surface of the ground.

Are all the disciples of Beiming Sect like this?

Or maybe this entire sect has become alienated.

Then, this second level, which they had no clue about, could be specially designed for these foreign disciples, to plant tiny "mycelium", just like the paper man that was entangled with their soul puppet.

Yu Mian walked forward quickly, thinking in his heart how to reveal this matter to the venerables in front of the water mirror without alerting the enemy.

Shengqing...Shengqing must be paying attention to herself.

“Senior Sister Yu!” Yu Mian was suddenly awakened by a clear shout. In the distance, Ning Yue came with fast ghostly steps, waving her hands: “…Run!”

Only then did Yu Mian see that behind her was a dark wave that was like an overwhelming sea and river, and it seemed to have consciousness, chasing after the person in front of it and eating it.

She paused, waiting for the other party to run over, then ignited a glass pure lotus, blocking them for a moment, and then ran side by side with Ning Yue.

"They are afraid of fire. Where is your fire lizard?" Yu Mian reminded Ning Yue with a sidelong glance.

While the other party was busy running away, he did not forget to reach into the bag on his waist and waved the fire beast lizard, which had spit too much fire and was wilted, towards Yu Mian.

"It's too small and can't hold on... You and I should run away separately, they are chasing me!" Ning Yue just raised her sword to chop at the misty scene in front of her, and she was chased for half a minute.

This thing can't be chopped apart, beaten to death, or burned. It's really tough to deal with.

"Come closer to me, don't move!" Yu Mian stepped to Ning Yue's side, quickly handed a finger-sized paper figurine to Ning Yue, and then transmitted the message directly at close range: "Put a drop of spiritual blood into the sea of ​​consciousness, protect the soul, and replace your body."

Ning Yue nodded, and after doing what Yu Mian said, she heard Yu Mian turn around and draw his gun and say, "It's no use running all the time, let's fight!"

The cold sword and the pitch-black spear complement each other. When the two collided, it was like drinkers clinking their glasses, and the long swords hummed like music.

"Okay, I'll fight with you, Senior Sister."

The momentum of the two people changed instantly, and they rushed into the thick fog. In the drifting, messy, and constantly dispersing ink, their moves were like writing documents on a blank piece of drawing paper.

Revealing the freehand style of writing.

Ning Yue subconsciously felt that there was something wrong with Mo, so she didn't confront him head-on.

Now that we're facing each other, that strange feeling of rejection comes back.

The robes on his body were not wrapped in any way, and occasionally had small scratches.

Those extremely well-hidden and concealed ink-colored elements invaded in large areas and at high concentrations along the areas where spiritual power was damaged.

Ning Yue realized instantly that something was wrong, although the feeling was extremely slight and most people might not be able to react.

But she was Reverend Ning'an in her previous life, so it's not that she couldn't sense anything unusual in her body.

Those things followed the breath and climbed towards the soul, and then after a moment of confusion and hesitation, they entangled the paper man that contained the breath of life.

Ning Yue clearly felt that the overwhelming attack was gradually weakening.

It's like there's no successor.

Or perhaps, the goal has been achieved.

After the two of them finished cleaning up the last inky beast monster, they looked at each other, and what they wanted to say was left unsaid.

The two walked side by side, each maintaining a simple conversation about the checkpoint, but in fact they were secretly communicating the matter.

The shorter the sound transmission distance, the less likely it is to be spied on.

Ning Yue breathed a sigh of relief: "Thanks to Senior Sister for helping me!"

Yu Mian put away his weapon: "No way, you and I are friends, why do we have to be so distant?"

The two of them chatted politely like robots, exchanging useless and meaningless content.

In fact...

Ning Yue: "Senior sister, this thing looks a bit like a demonic aura, but not quite."

Yu Mian: "Whatever it is, it can't be a good thing. Beiming Sect may be completely polluted."

She described in detail what happened when she just met the disciples of Xuanwu Sect and Beiming Sect, thinking that the heroine might have some clues.

Ning Yue lowered her eyes and thought for a moment, then raised her head and looked, "If I remember correctly, this method is indeed a bit like..."

He had just gotten close to a disciple of Xuanwu Sect, and now the figure of a woman from his own sect was getting closer and closer, making her particularly obvious on the water mirror. Many venerables subconsciously focused their attention on Sheng Qing who was staring silently at the water mirror.

Afraid that she would tear the little world apart.

Her face was as dark as ink. Despite her seemingly calm appearance, handprints were left on the armrests of the chair.

Those dark black eyes were filled with hatred for Yu Mian.

It's only been a while since we last met, but Mian'er is already flirting with me outside...

It should be tied to your side...

In the small world, Yu Mian suddenly felt a chill on his back and subconsciously looked around.

Could it be that the Beiming Sect has taken action again?