Yaoguang Fairy Path

Are you sure she is in there? Qi Hao's fingertips slid across the stone tablet with the words "Guikuling" written on it.

"Don't doubt it," Mei Ji's lips curled up into a smile.

"She's been poisoned by the Charming Soul Bell. As long as it's not removed, I can keep track of her location. To remove it, she'll need a precious medicine like the Illusion Breaking Pill."

Mei Ji paused, then glanced at Qi Hao with a half-smile, her voice carrying a hint of teasing, "Or, practice dual cultivation with someone."

Another option is to use the Charm Bell directly, but she wants to get rid of it as soon as possible, so how could she help her enemy?

Qi Hao glanced at Mei Ji out of the corner of his eye, with an evil smile on his lips, "You are good at making your own decisions." But he was very satisfied.

Mei Ji raised the corners of her mouth, her fox eyes showing three parts of smile and seven parts of charm, and she snorted and laughed, "It's a top-quality furnace. If the master doesn't like it, I will take it to Shura Pavilion for auction. It will definitely fetch a good price." After that, she turned into red smoke and entered Guiku Ridge.

Qi Hao sneered: "What a shame to sell it?"

In response to this, the ghost servants behind him all lowered their heads and dared not breathe.

Qi Hao flicked his sleeves and followed the group of people behind him, turning into black smoke.

But above the sky, in this space, the scene is completely different.

There was a trace of blood at the corner of Luo Yunhan's mouth, his upper body was naked, and his silver hair fell behind him like a waterfall, fluttering gently in the wind. There were spider webs under his feet, as if he was stepping on an endless abyss.

The muscle lines on his body were smooth and full of power, and now from the neck down it was covered with golden lines. These lines floated on his skin like spider webs, which was a sign that his body was automatically recovering when his body was about to collapse.

Long Wu Ji's situation was not much better. His face, which had originally been extremely evil, was now covered with cracks, as if it would break apart at any moment. His entire body was also covered with cracks, and a faint scent of blood could be seen through them.

The sea of blood beneath him was like a huge whirlpool, with blood and energy constantly pouring into Long Wu Ji's body like a tide, making his aura even more violent and terrifying.

As time went by, both of their injuries had mostly recovered. Luo Yunhan's cold voice rang out, "Do you still want to fight?"

Long Wu Ji glanced at Luo Yunhan, with an evil smile on his lips: "You are the only one who can tie with me. Next time we fight, I will definitely defeat you." After saying that, he stood up suddenly, and his figure drew a graceful arc in the air, like an eagle spreading its wings and soaring high.

Luo Yunhan's eyes were cold, and the corners of his mouth curled up in disdain: "Next time we fight, you will definitely lose."

Hearing this, Long Wuji turned his head and shot a sharp look at Luo Yunhan: "Ha! Who will win is still unknown. Also, keep an eye on her. Don't let me take advantage of her again, otherwise I will not return her."

As he finished speaking, his eyelids closed slightly, a tear silently slipped down, and his figure left a trail of shadows in the air before disappearing into the horizon as if teleporting.

Luo Yunhan glanced at Long Wuji's departing figure with cold eyes and said, "I won't give you this chance."

"Hahahaha, how about it, little girl? It must be uncomfortable!"

Mei Ji's voice arrived before she even showed up. Someone dared to cut off her tail. This time, she must teach this ignorant girl a lesson.

Ye Shuyao's eyes suddenly opened, and she couldn't help but complain in her heart, coming so quickly, this woman must have a dog nose.

"Who, come out!"

Mo Feibai stood up suddenly when he heard the voice. He shouted and drew out the sword in his hand. It was his natal spiritual weapon, the "Purple Sky Sword", a high-level spiritual weapon that could be upgraded.

Mei Ji glanced at Mo Feibai and didn't take him seriously, but when she saw the person in the cold pond, a sharp look suddenly flashed in her eyes, like a cheetah staring at its prey, and her sharp claws grabbed Ye Shuyao without saying a word.

Seeing this, Mo Feibai would never let this witch succeed. His body instantly turned into a gust of wind and blocked Mei Ji in front of her like lightning. The long sword in his hand flashed with a cold light and pointed directly at Mei Ji's neck. This sword carried the intention to kill and the power to strangle her.

At this critical moment between life and death, Mei Ji felt a slight but fatal sting in her neck. Her pupils suddenly shrank and a trace of unbelievable fear flashed in her eyes.

At this critical moment, Mei Ji's figure flashed and turned into a ball of enchanting red smoke, instantly disappearing from the spot, leaving only a heart-pounding sneer that echoed above the cold pond.

It's such a pity. She was just a hair's breadth away from losing her life to my sword. I didn't expect that she escaped.

A hint of bloodthirsty ruthlessness flashed in Mo Feibai's eyes. He swung his sword, and a few drops of blood dripped from the sharp tip of the sword, splashing on the cold ground. He dared to attack Nian Nian in front of him, he was simply seeking death!

A trace of solemnity flashed across Ye Shuyao's face, "Not..."

I was about to speak, but then I thought it would be safer to remind him through voice transmission.

"Brother, be careful with this charming fox. The magic weapon she carries is a bit strange. It's best to block your hearing and don't look into her eyes."

Mo Feibai nodded and said in a voice transmission: "Don't worry, my brother has mastered the secret of wind to the extreme. She can't hurt me."

Ye Shuyao heaved a sigh of relief when she heard this, "That's good."

But she soon discovered something was wrong. At this moment, Ye Shuyao was releasing her spiritual consciousness, and at this moment, a lot of strange auras appeared a hundred meters away from the cold pond.

Ye Shu's heart, which had just been relieved, began to hang in the air again. The current situation was not good. Could it be that Bai couldn't handle it alone? But if he tried his best, what was there to fear?

Mei Ji stood ten meters away from Mo Feibai. She touched the wound on her neck with trembling fingertips. She didn't expect that this man's speed of attack was so fast. It was just a little bit off. If it was a little deeper, she would have been killed by his sword.

At this time, Qi Hao arrived with a group of his men. He glanced at Mei Ji lightly, and when their eyes met, he sneered.

"Come together and kill him"

"obey"

The group of ghost servants behind Qi Hao rushed towards Mo Feibai.

A dark light flashed across Mei Ji's eyes, and then she stood behind him respectfully.

Oh! What a big deal!

Mo Feibai narrowed his eyes and looked at the auras coming towards him from different directions. There were dozens of people at least.

However, what does it matter if there are a lot of people? In my eyes, they are just a bunch of chickens and dogs.

Mo Feibai's eyes suddenly became stern at this moment, and the spiritual power around him surged like a sudden gale, sweeping the skeletons on the ground into the storm and slamming heavily into the ghost servants.

The ghost servants closest to him were blown away by the impact of this spiritual power.

Seeing their companions frustrated, the remaining dozens of ghost servants instantly changed their formation, forming a strange encirclement and rushing towards Mo Feibai. The air was filled with a cold and murderous atmosphere.

Mo Feibai snorted coldly and swung the long sword in his hand. This move was called "Phantom Sword". In an instant, the sword light was like a weave, and it shuttled between them like a ghost. Wherever it passed, the sword shadow flashed, and several heads were harvested in an instant.

Within the range of Ye Shuyao's spiritual sense, Qi Hao and Mei Ji were approaching the dark place of Hantan step by step.

At this moment, beads of sweat unconsciously seeped out of her forehead, and an unprecedented sense of urgency surged in her heart. This was the only way now. Since she couldn't completely dispel the poison in her tendons and veins, she could only find a way to seal it.

It felt as if every step the other person took forward was stepping on her heart, making her heart increasingly tense and her hands move faster.

As Ye Shuyao's consciousness gradually sank into her dantian, streams of spiritual power flowed like awakened streams, slowly flowing to her limbs and bones, and finally gathered between her eyebrows like rivers returning to the sea.

In an instant, the faint lotus pattern on her forehead began to bloom with a strange and enchanting pink light.