In the Great Qin Dynasty, I, the Unruly Commander, begin by dual-cultivating with Yan Ling Ji.

Wearing a scarlet mask and clad in silver armor and brocade robes, Ying Ziqing slowly emerged from the forest with his hands behind his back, his aura restrained.

A hoarse voice came from beneath the mask.

"Hehe...long time no see."

Xiaomeng's cold expression vanished instantly upon seeing Ying Ziqing, replaced by a joyful, girlish look.

"General! What are you doing here?" Xiaomeng said with some surprise.

Since meeting Ying Ziqing two years ago, Xiaomeng has been attracted by his ruthless and domineering temperament and his terrifying and shocking achievements.

Which young girl doesn't dream of love? Even Xiaomeng is no exception.

Ying Ziqing smiled, and sheathed the Greedy Wolf sword that was stuck in the tree.

"I came here to take care of some business, but I didn't expect to run into a little girl like you."

Xiaomeng had grown up a lot since then compared to two years ago.

Not only is she taller, but she's also developed exceptionally well.

Even the loose-fitting Taoist robe couldn't hide her stunning figure.

Her face was also more refined and elegant, with an ethereal air about her that seemed untouched by worldly affairs.

At this moment, the young Taoist priest who was accompanying Xiaomeng noticed the change in Xiaomeng's expression.

A look of shock flashed across his face, followed by a somewhat indignant remark:

"Xiaomeng, who is he?"

At this moment, Xiaomeng's girlish demeanor vanished instantly, and she reverted to her icy and aloof appearance.

"Qianji, call me Martial Uncle, and also, keep your mouth shut," Xiaomeng said coldly.

Qianji was taken aback by Xiaomeng's indifferent expression, then bowed and said:

"Yes, uncle."

Ying Ziqing didn't even glance at Qianji; such a minor character wasn't worth his attention.

"General, are you also heading to Lingyuan?"

Xiaomeng blinked and asked curiously.

At this moment, she no longer had that cold and aloof demeanor from before.

“Indeed, there are some things in the Spirit Abyss that I find very interesting,” Ying Ziqing said calmly.

A hint of joy flashed in Xiaomeng's eyes.

"Then let's travel together, Commander!"

"it is good."

The two walked side by side towards Lingyuan. Qianji, who was not far away, saw this.

A hint of resentment flashed in his eyes, but he still got up and followed.

"Damn it, it's all this person's fault for suddenly appearing!"

"Still wearing masks, hiding and peeking out like cowards!"

As Qianji muttered curses under his breath, he hid the porcelain bottle in his arms even deeper.

What he didn't notice was that,

A barely perceptible silver needle pierced his throat from the front in an instant.

Immediately afterwards, two dark figures appeared behind him and dragged him into the deep forest.

"Uhhh!" Qianji looked at the group of figures in front of him with a horrified expression. They were wearing straw hats and had their faces covered with armor.

Before he could say anything more, one of them stepped forward and swung his knife, severing his head.

His terrified expression froze on his face...

——Dividing——Line——

For Ying Ziqing, Qianji was just a minor incident.

Although Xiaomeng noticed Qianji's disappearance, she selectively forgot about his existence.

Before the Spirit Abyss,

Ying Ziqing and Xiaomeng stood side by side.

Lingyuan is actually the name of a canyon, but it is deep and dark, like an abyss.

However, it is home to many birds and beasts.

Therefore, it is called Lingyuan.

At this moment, Xiaomeng's eyes narrowed slightly.

With her extremely keen perception of the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, she was able to detect it.

There are many creatures in this Spirit Abyss that can absorb spiritual energy.

Among them was a creature whose body was constantly being devoured by the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, like a vortex.

Xiaomeng reminded him:

"General, the creatures in the Spirit Abyss seem to have undergone some kind of mutation..."

Ying Ziqing's expression remained unchanged beneath the mask.

His divine sense had already scanned the entire interior of the Spirit Abyss and discovered the dragon soul—Pixiu—that was constantly devouring spiritual energy.

Ying Ziqing turned to look at Xiaomeng.

"Interested in going in with me to find out what's going on?"

Xiaomeng nodded firmly.

Ying Ziqing placed one hand on the hilt of Tanlang's sword, while the other hand naturally embraced Xiaomeng's soft, boneless waist.

A blush crept onto Xiaomeng's cool face as she obediently nestled against Ying Ziqing's shoulder.

Ying Ziqing lightly touched the ground with her toes and flew towards the depths of the Spirit Abyss with Xiaomeng in her arms.

In the mysterious and profound Spirit Abyss, the sudden appearance of two figures shattered the tranquility of the place.

This also provoked the roars and howls of the wild beasts. Ying Ziqing coldly watched the restless beasts that tried to pounce on them.

A disdainful sneer crept across his lips:

"Hmph, you beasts, how dare you act so wildly in front of me?"

His voice boomed like thunder, carrying an irresistible authority and domineering presence.

Immediately afterwards, a powerful and overwhelming domineering pressure erupted from Ying Ziqing's body, sweeping towards the group of wild beasts like a tidal wave.

The oppressive force was so strong it was suffocating, as if the entire world was trembling.

Under such terrifying pressure, most weak beasts were unable to withstand the impact of this power and were suffocated to death on the spot.

The larger beasts could only curl up in a ball, trembling, no longer daring to make a sound.

Ying Ziqing's eyes flashed with coldness and determination as he walked forward step by step, each step seemingly treading on the hearts of these beasts, instilling in them unprecedented fear and despair. He was the master of this world, and anyone who dared to challenge his authority would pay a terrible price.

The Pixiu, which was greedily devouring spiritual energy deep within the Spirit Abyss, suddenly froze, and then a hint of fear appeared in its intelligent eyes.

It hurriedly flapped its limbs and ran deeper into the area.

Suddenly, a long sword fell from the sky, landing right in the path the Pixiu was bound to take.

bang

The fleeing Pixiu ran right into a long sword that fell from the sky.

The little Pixiu stopped, feeling a little dizzy. It shook its head.

Then it saw two figures appear in front of it.

Especially after the little Pixiu sensed the murderous aura emanating from Ying Ziqing, which was like a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood,

He kicked off with all four limbs and fell straight to the ground.

Then a white light appeared.

The frightened little Pixiu transformed into a palm-sized stone ball, on which was engraved a soaring dragon pattern.

Ying Ziqing drew the stone ball into his hand, feeling the special energy contained within it.

He murmured, "So this is the power of the dragon soul..."

"General, what is this little beast that turned into a stone ball?" Xiaomeng asked curiously.

Ying Ziqing smiled slightly, "Let's go, I'll talk to you as we walk..."

…………

In a village more than ten miles outside Lingyuan,

A petite girl suddenly looked up in Lingyuan's direction.

A serious look flashed in his eyes.

"Oh no, something's happened to Dragon Soul..."

She put down the basket full of herbs and, relying on her telepathic connection with the dragon soul, ran towards the Spirit Abyss...

I've never seen the gifts before, can I see what they look like? ⊙w⊙