Reborn as a girl, I will live forever in the world of immortality

Looking at the water surface, Qing'er was right. It really looked like there wasn't much change.

But she had never dressed up before, and most of the time she wore a plain white robe. Now that she was wearing this dress, she looked quite charming.

She thought to herself, if she put some blush on her cheeks, kept some tears in her eyes, and acted a little more contrived, she would be a real stunner...

Girls.

The black dress fit her well, but it was a little crowded at the chest, which made He Ling feel a little depressed.

He took out another piece of gauze and put it on, then looked into the water again. The woman in the water couldn't see her face clearly, and she looked a little mysterious. At this moment, she was about 60% similar to Senior Sister Ling.

He Ling nodded. It didn't have to be exactly the same. She was just borrowing an identity and didn't want to impersonate Senior Sister Ling. If she met a disciple of Tiankui Sect, she would just ignore them. If she met a group of them, she could just stay away from them.

After getting familiar with Senior Sister Ling's ribbon magic weapon, He Ling started to move again.

"Qinger."

The green snake understood, and its body shrank, then it turned into a green light and drilled into He Ling's sleeve.

Just as he was about to release the flying sword, he thought for a moment and replaced the storage bag on his waist with Senior Sister Ling's colorful storage bag. He raised his hand and Senior Sister Ling's flying sword flew out.

With his feet on the flying sword, He Ling had no more worries. He activated his spiritual power and turned into a stream of light, rushing forward.

............

On a steep cliff, there were about a dozen people gathered on the cliff. Among them were disciples from the five major sects, as well as people from other forces or independent cultivators.

They were either nervous or casual at the moment, but their eyes were focused on the cliff below, where three monks were standing on flying swords, slowly heading downwards.

There was a strong wind on the cliff. The wind was so fierce that even though they were monks, their bodies were shaky when they wielded their swords.

Another hurricane blew by, and a cultivator was blown to stagger and almost fell off the flying sword. Fortunately, there was a cliff next to him. He grabbed a stone with both hands and barely avoided falling. His face turned pale, and he dared not be distracted. He hurriedly transmitted a little more spiritual power to the flying sword under his feet, but he did not dare to use too much, and appeared to be extremely restrained.

After doing all this, he couldn't help but look towards the bottom of the cliff, about fifty or sixty feet away. There was a huge bird's nest. He didn't know what kind of bird it was, but it actually dug a big hole out of the cliff that was full of rocks and built its nest on the cliff.

There were a few baby birds in the nest, all of them had underfed wings and were red all over, looking very fragile.

The monk just glanced at the bird's nest and passed it over to look at the blood-colored Ganoderma lucidum sticking out from the dead vines beside the bird's nest.

This is their goal. To refine the foundation-building pill, they must obtain the elixir - Blood Ganoderma Lucidum.

These monks were very careful, fearing that they would make too much noise. Even though they were clearly shaken by the strong wind, they did not dare to cast a protective spiritual shield to defend themselves against the strong wind.

At this time, a monk was only ten feet away from the bird's nest. He had a hint of joy on his face, but he also became more and more nervous.

He moved slowly, gradually closing the distance to the bird's nest. Just as he was about to move forward and touch the nest with his hand, the baby bird in the nest suddenly started chirping.

"Not good!" The other two monks who were a little further away immediately changed their expressions. They didn't dare to do anything and madly poured their spiritual power into the flying swords under their feet, and flew towards the cliff at a high speed.

However, the cultivator who had already arrived in front of the bird's nest was unwilling to give up this great opportunity. He gritted his teeth, reached out, picked the blood Ganoderma lucidum, and put it into his storage bag.

At this moment, two eagle cries were heard, and two huge blue-feathered eagles flapped their wings and flew over rapidly.

Before he could even land, a strong wind blew, and the monk who had obtained the blood Ganoderma lucidum was suddenly panicked. He thought quickly and picked up a baby bird and threw it down the cliff.

Sure enough, a green eagle was immediately attracted over.

Before the man could feel happy, another green eagle rushed towards him. Fortunately, when the other cultivators saw that he had obtained the blood Ganoderma lucidum, they also took action and used their methods to attack the green-feathered eagle.

The man was overjoyed, and he exerted his spiritual power to the utmost. His whole body rose rapidly, and he was about to reach the top of the cliff.

A cry of an eagle was heard, and the green eagle ignored the attacks of these people and rushed straight towards him.

He was frightened to death, but at this point he had no other options. The ground was only half an inch above his head, but the spiritual power in his body had been pushed to its limit and he could not increase his speed at all.

At this critical moment, a long whip was suddenly swung towards him. His face was filled with ecstasy, and he stretched out his hand to catch the whip. However, he didn't expect that the whip actually lowered a little when he stretched out his hand, and suddenly wrapped around the storage bag on his waist.

His hand missed, but the long whip wrapped around the storage bag at his waist and pulled away.

"No!" His eyes were bloodshot, but he had no way to stop it. The green eagle rushed straight towards him, passed through his body, and broke him in two.

The one who wielded the long whip was an old man. He had a happy look on his face, just waiting for the long whip to deliver the storage bag to his hand. Unexpectedly, another monk took out a big knife, and with a flash of the knife, his long whip was actually cut off.

As soon as a scowl appeared on the old man's face, the others rushed forward, vying for the bag.

Another monk had just grabbed the storage bag, but before he could feel happy, he saw another monk with an angry face, who used a sword technique and slashed down with a sword. The monk let out a scream, and his wrist and the storage bag were cut off together.

The storage bag fell down again, and others also took action. For a moment, no one cared about the storage bag anymore.

The storage bag fell down, but who knew that there was a cultivator standing at the landing point. He didn't expect that he would have such bad luck. He smiled and was about to reach out to grab it, but the storage bag seemed to have its own consciousness, dodged his hands, then flew backwards and fell into the hands of a woman.

"who is it!"

"Let go of that storage bag, or else!!"

"You're so blind, don't you know that's what your grandfather likes!"

Even when everyone who was scrambling for the item looked together, they saw a woman in a black dress, with a gauze on her face, a ribbon around her waist, and a green sword under her feet.

She ignored these people and her mind penetrated into the storage bag. After a moment, a smile appeared on her face.

At this time, with a few "whoosh, whoosh, whoosh" sounds, several flying swords and talisman attacks shot towards He Ling.

He Ling's face turned cold, and he grabbed the ribbon around his waist. The belt was blown by the wind and suddenly became more than ten feet longer. In just two breaths, it turned into a huge ribbon net, wrapping He Ling completely.

All those attacks hit the ribbon, but it was like a punch into cotton, without any effect at all.