Qingzhu Mountain.

Fang Xi's figure appeared in the cellar, looking around warily.

I was relieved when I found that the amulet on the wall was still intact, but the aura had become extremely weak.

"I can come back. It seems that I can escape from that dangerous place easily."

As for trying to take people through time?

Fang Xi has no such idea in her mind right now!

His golden finger is extremely important. Even if everyone in Black Rock City is dead, he will never compromise on this point.

This time, in the name of searching for supplies, he traveled to an uninhabited corner.

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

Inside the bottle is the blood of the devil-infected!

"The demons in the Great Liang world... are not the same thing as the demon cultivators in the world of cultivating immortals. At least, I didn't sense any demonic energy, but looking at the performance, it is quite strange..."

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

when!

The blood droplets fell on the jade plate, making a sound like pearls, and seemed to have solidified.

Fang Xi had no expression on her face as she directed the slightest bit of energy into the jade plate.

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

Tsk!

Tiny white smoke emerged, and the moment those blood threads came into contact with the beads, they turned into nothingness and were suddenly evaporated!

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

Buzz!

In the jade plate, the blood-threaded light suddenly flourished!

Threads and threads wrap around the blood beads.

The blood bead was half-wrapped and began to melt. However, at the next moment, a shocking scene happened - incomplete black tadpole symbols began to seep out from inside the blood bead.

When the blood lines transformed by true power encountered these symbols, they immediately made an overwhelmed sound and were slowly corroded away.

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

"Let's not talk about the power of qi and blood. Even if a warrior's true power is encountered, will it still be eroded by the much diluted lower-level spell power?"

After using the immortal cultivator's method to detect it, Fang Xi immediately understood Mu Canglong's condition.

The martial arts master said before that he could use a lot of real power to resist, but now it seems that his death is not far away!

"Curse power...the power of demons...can it surpass the power of Qi and blood martial arts?"

Fang Xi thought for a while and started running the technique again.

But this time, what he was operating was the ‘Changchun Technique’!

Silks of cool mana seeped into the jade plate and turned into cyan threads, constantly stabbing at the blood beads.

This time!

Even if the dark incomplete tadpole text reappeared, it was easily pierced by the blue silk thread.

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

"Can the magic power of an immortal cultivator restrain the power of a curse?"

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 he doesn't know if the Qingling Pill in my hand will work?"

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

There is a note stuck on the door.

He picked it up and took a look, and suddenly became 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.

Qingzhushanfang City.

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

Chen Ping had a slightly proud look on his face: "Friend Daoist Fang, please rest assured. Fellow Daoist Shen and Fairy Yunmeng are both kind-hearted people, and they never have any 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 had never even thought of coming to such a high-consumption place.

However, he still came here shamelessly, after all, there is no harm in making some colleagues.

Of course, this is also because the meeting place mentioned by Chen Ping was within Fangshi. If he dared to say that the meeting place was outside Qingzhu Mountain, Fang Xi would have turned around and left without saying a word, and then severed ties with him.

"Oh, don't worry, Fairy Yunmeng has already paid for the box this time."

Chen Ping saw what Fang Xi was worried about and comforted her.

"I see, then 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 a luthier is playing strings with bare hands.

From the surrounding incense burners, the incense of Ning Shen curled up.

Even though there were some guests, the conversation was extremely quiet, making it a very elegant place.

Chen Ping also seemed a little nervous. He recognized the way and walked into a box.

In the private room, there were already two monks, a man and a woman, sitting on the futon. They were both in the middle stage of Qi Refining.

One of the male cultivators was born as handsome as jade. He was wearing a blue fox fur and a jade crown, and he had an extraordinary bearing.

Another female cultivator, about fifteen or sixteen years old, was wearing a pink dress. She had skin that could be broken by blows, her eyebrows were as gentle as water, and her temperament was as dreamy as mist.

"Let me introduce a few of you. This is Fellow Daoist Shen Haoran, and this is Fairy Yunmeng..."

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

"I've met you two."

Fang Xi was a little surprised. She originally thought that Chen Ping's connections were just some colleagues in the early stage of Qi refining, but she didn't expect that he would have such resources.

"I've met fellow Daoist Fang."

Shen Haoran drank the spirit tea by himself and said hello casually, appearing very nonchalant.

Fairy Yunmeng, on the other hand, stood up and bowed Yingying, appearing very polite and tutored.

But Fang Xi could tell that the more polite she was, the more distant she seemed.

"We are so blessed today. Not only can we taste this 'Yunwu Lingcha', but we can also listen to the performance of the 'Fengqin Master'."

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

"Master Fengqin's willingness to come here is beyond my expectations..."

Fairy Yunmeng pursed her lips and smiled.

Fang Xi did not participate in the conversation between the three of them, and just focused on drinking tea and eating cakes.

He knows his position very well, he is just a foil and background.

Fairy Yunmeng and Shen Haoran are obviously not low-level casual cultivators. The reason why they like Chen Ping may be because of his talent for making talismans.

Comparatively speaking, since I have nothing to offer, it is better to just be a little transparent person.

For example, this spiritual tea is good. Drinking it makes you feel refreshed both physically and mentally.

There are also spiritual food cakes, a bite of which not only leaves a fragrant aroma on your teeth and cheeks, but also improves your cultivation.

Fang Xi even felt that if he could enjoy such spiritual things every day, he might be able to reach the peak of the third level of Qi refining within a month.

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

At this moment, a transmission note flew from outside.

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