Qingzhu Mountain.

Fang Xi's figure appeared in the cellar and looked around vigilantly.

I found that the amulet on the wall was still intact, but the inspiration became extremely weak, and I immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

"I can come back, it seems that I can easily get out of that dangerous place."

As for trying to take people across?

Fang Xi didn't have this idea in his mind now!

His golden fingers are extremely important. Even if all Black Stone City is dead, he will never compromise on this point.

This time, he ran to an unmanned corner in the name of searching for supplies.

At this time, Fang Xi's expression gradually became serious, and he took out a small jade bottle from his arms.

Inside the bottle is the blood of the demon-stained person!

"The demons in the Daliang world... are not the same as the demons in the Immortal Cultivation World. At least, I didn't sense any demonic energy, but it was quite strange depending on the performance..."

Fang Xi thought for a while, took out a jade plate, poured it into the jade bottle, and let a drop of dark black blood roll down on it.

when!

The blood beads fell on the jade plate and made a sound like pearls, which seemed to have been frozen.

Fang Xi had no expression on his face and entered the jade plate with a trace of qi and blood.

A large number of blood vessel-like patterns appeared on the surface of the jade plate, wrapping around the blood beads in circles.

Hissing!

The tiny white smoke emerged, and the bloodshots turned into nothingness when they touched the beads, and they were evaporated!

Seeing this scene, Fang Xi's expression remained unchanged, but the input power was replaced by true power.

Buzz!

In the jade plate, the bloody light suddenly flourished!

Threads of threads, wrapped around the blood beads.

The blood beads were half wrapped and began to melt, but the next moment, an amazing scene happened - from the inside of the blood beads, broken black tadpole symbols began to penetrate.

When the bloodline transformed by the true power encountered these symbols, it immediately made an overwhelming sound and was slowly corroded.

Looking at this scene, Fang Xi's expression was calm.

"Not to mention the power of Qi and Blood, even if it is the true power of a warrior, will it still be eroded when it encounters a lower level curse power that has been diluted a lot?"

After using the methods of cultivators to detect, Fang Xi immediately gained an understanding of Mu Canglong's state.

The martial arts master had previously said that he could use a lot of true power to resist, but at this time it seemed that he was probably not far away when he died!

"Does the power of the devil...the power of the power of qi, blood and martial arts?"

Fang Xi thought about it and used the exercises again.

But this time, what he was operating was the "Changchun Art"!

A trace of cool magic power penetrated into the jade plate and turned into blue silk threads, constantly stabbing into the blood beads.

This time!

Even though the dark and incomplete tadpole text appeared again, it was easily pierced by the blue silk thread.

Then, the blood bead slowly melted and suddenly turned into a wisp of blue smoke and dissipated...

"Cultivator's magic power can restrain the power of a mantra?"

Fang Xi's eyes lit up.

This is good news.

At least, for immortal cultivators, demons may not be immortal.

"Mu Canglong is about to die, and I don't know if the Qingling Pill in my hand is useful?"

While thinking, Fang Xi walked out of the wooden house.

Above the door, a note was posted.

He picked it up and looked at it, and was immediately excited: "It's Chen Ping..."

Before, he asked the other party to introduce some circles, but now it seems that he has finally gained something!

...

Half a day later.

Qingzhushan Market.

Chen Ping and Fang Xi came to a tall teahouse one after another.

Chen Ping had a slight smug look on his face: "Fellow Daoist Fang, please rest assured. Fellow Daoist Shen and Fairy Yunmeng are both kind people and have never had airs."

Fang Xi smiled bitterly: "I'm not worried about this, but..."

He looked up at the plaque.

The teahouse is called "Mingqing Pavilion", and is famous for selling spiritual tea.

Fang Xi didn't even have the idea of ​​coming to this kind of high consumption place.

However, he still came with shamelessness. After all, it is not harmful to make friends with some fellow workers.

Of course, this is also because Chen Ping said that the meeting place was in the market. If he dared to say that the place was outside Qingzhu Mountain, Fang Xi would definitely turn around and leave without saying a word, and then break off relations with him.

"Oh, don't worry, Fairy Yunmeng has paid the fee for this private room."

Chen Ping saw that Fang Xi was worried about something and comforted him.

"So that's it, what are you waiting for?"

Fang Xi immediately pulled Chen Ping into Mingqing Pavilion.

The attic is decorated in a simple and elegant manner, with a rooftop where there is a pianist playing with strings with his hands.

In the surrounding incense burners, the fragrance of Ningshen rises.

Even though there are some guests, the conversation is extremely quiet, and it is a very elegant place.

Chen Ping seemed a little nervous, and recognized the way and walked into a private room.

In the private room, there were already two monks, a man and a woman, sitting on the cushion, all of whom were in the middle stage of Qi cultivation.

One of the male cultivators was born with a beautiful and beautiful appearance, and was handsome and dissipated. He wore a blue fox fur and a jade crown on his head, with an extraordinary demeanor.

Another female cultivator, who is about fifteen or sixteen years old, is wearing a pink dress, her skin is shattered, her eyebrows and eyes are as gentle as water, and her temperament is as dreamy as fog.

"I'll introduce you to you. This is Shen Haoran and Fellow Daoist Shen, and this is Fairy Yunmeng..."

Chen Ping introduced to the three of them: "This is fellow Taoist Fang Xifang, a good brother living next door to me."

"I've seen two."

Fang Xi was a little surprised. He originally thought that Chen Ping's way was just some of his fellow practitioners in the early stage of Qi refining, but he didn't expect that he would have such resources.

"I've met Fellow Daoist."

Shen Haoran drank spiritual tea on his own and greeted him casually, looking very careless.

However, Fairy Yunmeng stood up and gave a gift, which seemed very polite and tutoring.

But Fang Xi could see that the more polite he was, the more distant he seemed.

"Today we are blessed to not only taste this 'Yunwu Ling Tea', but also listen to the 'Fengqin Master' performing his skills."

Chen Ping and Fang Xi sat down, then smiled and said, "I want to thank Fairy Yunmeng."

"There is more than the little girl's expectation that Fengqin Master is willing to come here..."

Fairy Yunmeng pursed her lips and smiled.

Fang Xi did not participate in the topic of the three, but just focused on drinking tea and eating pastries.

He is very clear about his positioning, just a foil and background.

Fairy Yunmeng and Shen Haoran are obviously not at the bottom of the casual cultivators. The reason why they like Chen Ping might be because of their talent for talisman making.

In comparison, if you have nothing to do, it is better to be a little transparent person honestly.

For example, this spiritual tea is good, and it’s good to have a sip of it.

There are also spiritual food pastries. Eating a bite not only leaves a fragrance on your teeth and cheeks, but also increases your cultivation.

Fang Xi even felt that if such spiritual objects could be enjoyed every day, he might be able to cultivate to the peak of the third level of Qi refining within one month.

"The Fengqin Master is coming! There is also a distinguished guest."

At this moment, a sound transmission note flew out from outside.

Shen Haoran took it, and his face looked happy, and at the same time he looked at Fang Xi.
To be continued...