"Ancestor..." Elder Qu subconsciously looked at Ancestor Wuqian, his voice trembling slightly.

Ancestor Wuqian frowned, and a flash of hesitation quickly flashed deep in his eyes.

Based on his judgment, the owner of the skull had reached at least the late Mahayana stage in life, or even a more terrifying state, otherwise he would not have given people a great sense of oppression after his death.

But this skull is obviously sealed here, so what does it have to do with the secret realm of the Western Waters?

The ancestor of Wuqian originally thought that the leader of Qinglian's invitation to come out was just a fuss, and he could complete it in just one trip. Who would have expected that he would encounter such a strange thing.

"You guys wait here, I'll go meet it for a while first."

The ancestor of Wugan finally decided to enter the crack and check the condition of the head up close.

When the head of Qinglian heard this, his eyelids twitched suddenly, and he suddenly had an ominous premonition.

"Master, why don't I go with you?"

Ancestor Wuqian waved his hand, "Just wait outside with Zuiyue and the others."

After the words fell, the figure of the Five Heavens Ancestor seemed to slowly disappear in the air.

Head Qinglian looked at the slowly closing cracks, and the ominous premonition became more and more intense.

"The true leader."

Elder Qu caught a glimpse of the ugly expression on the head of Qinglian's face and opened his mouth to call him. Seeing that he didn't pay attention, he shook his head and said nothing more.

A gloomy atmosphere slowly flowed in the air.

…

"It's the red fruit!"

On the big tree with dense branches, a graceful figure slowly sat down leaning on the trunk. In her hand, she was tightly holding a fruit that was so red that it seemed to bleed.

Linlang inserted the Silver Moon Scimitar into the tree trunk and swallowed the red fruit in a few mouthfuls.

But after a few breaths, a gentle and nourishing spiritual power began to spread within the body.

The wounds she sustained after being injured a few days ago are also recovering at a speed visible to the naked eye, without leaving even a scar.

"It is indeed the legendary holy product for nourishing yin." Linlang looked at the smoother and more delicate skin on her arms and showed a satisfied smile.

After swallowing the red fruit, she did not leave in a hurry, but looked up at the sky.

The sky is clear and the breeze is blowing.

If she were not in the secret realm, Linlang would be in a better mood.

"The Soul-Resolving Bell has not appeared, and the exit to the secret realm has been closed. How long will it take to escape from this place?"

Linlang raised her head and murmured to herself.

"What's even worse is that because the secret realm was closed in advance, the three monks also joined his fellow disciples. I am alone and weak. If I bump into those people again, I will definitely not be able to escape unscathed. I have to find a way to avoid them."

Linlang knew that the poison she gave could not kill the three people, but it would definitely torture them to death. This was also the punishment she gave them.

But she didn't expect that the secret realm would be closed early and she would meet those people again and be at a disadvantage.

The situation suddenly reversed, forcing her to find a way to protect herself.

However, Linlang was not too worried.

The strength of that team was uneven, and in order to protect everyone, she certainly did not dare to act rashly. As long as she did not collide with those people, nothing would happen. Their previous encounter could confirm her guess.

After thinking about it, she began to think about how to leave this secret realm. She was very satisfied with the harvest this time and didn't want to make any more trouble.

For her, who has been traveling in dangerous places all year round, survival is the most important thing.

rustle--

"who?"

Linlang was startled by the sudden sound behind her. She immediately pulled out the silver-moon scimitar stuck on the tree trunk and turned around to look. Then she saw a tall and muscular man who looked familiar to her.

She thought about it briefly, and her pupils suddenly shrank.

She remembered that this man was in the same group as those who were poisoned before, and they were the first to discover the starburst flower.

Is he here to take revenge on me?

Linlang thought of this, quickly dispersed her consciousness, and then breathed out lightly.

Fortunately, he was the only one.

The two were equally powerful, and Linlang thought she still had a chance to escape.

But for some reason, Linlong felt that this person gave her a strange feeling.

Obviously they only met once, but she could see that this person was very different from the last time she met him.

As for what’s different…

Linlang frowned and looked at the man from head to toe again, and a flash of lightning suddenly flashed in his mind.

She thought about it.

It's the aura.

Although this person was surrounded by people when they first met, he could remain calm, decisively gave up the starburst flower, and immediately threw the starburst flower away to draw their attention.

From this point of view, it is not difficult to analyze that this person is a thoughtful and persevering person, quite like a general.

However, this time when we met, this person seemed to lack the same sense of stability as last time. There was a faint evil look on his face, as if he was a different person.

Linlang clenched the Silver Moon Scimitar in her hand tightly, and the cold touch spread from her palm to her whole body.

She waited and saw that the person didn't speak or take a step forward. She raised her feet and took a step back.

This is her test.

She wanted to know this man's purpose.

Her temptation succeeded.

The man in front of her suddenly said: "The seventh meal."

When Linlang heard this, a sense of crisis suddenly hit her heart.

Without hesitation, she threw out the attack magic weapon in her storage bag and pushed it back at the same time.

Danger!

Only these two words remained in her mind, which were constantly impacting her nerves, and even her eyes showed a look of fear unconsciously.

"Want to leave?"

After the cold male voice fell, a clear ringtone rang in Linlang's sea of ​​consciousness.

Linlang's steps to escape paused, and her eyes instantly became dim and lifeless.

She was like a stiff puppet moving step by step in the opposite direction to her original intention.

Jin Biao stood there with his hands behind his hands, slightly raising his chin, looking down at Linlang, his eyes flashing with a cold light.

The distance between the two is getting closer and closer.

One hundred steps, fifty steps, thirty steps...

Jin Biao slowly raised his arm, intending to place it on Linlang's head and suck her soul.

Linlang, who had been hanging his head slightly, suddenly raised his head, and the Silver Moon Scimitar in his hand slashed towards Jin Biao with huge spiritual power.

At the same time, warm blood continued to drip from the corners of her mouth.

"Go to hell!"

A flash of surprise flashed across Jin Biao's face, and then he shook his head slightly.

It was rare that this female cultivator could resist his attack, but that was all.

Clang!

The harsh sound of metal and stone touching is almost enough to break one's eardrums.

Linlang was hit, and a large mouthful of blood spurted out from her mouth, and her face turned pale.

Her pupils couldn't help trembling, and she murmured: "It's impossible..."

Her eyes stayed on the silver-moon scimitar that Jin Biao was holding tightly in his hand.

How could anyone be able to directly take over her Silver Moon Scimitar with their physical body?

She looked at Jin Biao and wanted to say something, but Jin Biao slapped her head in half.

Bright red blood spurted onto Jin Biao's face, making him look like a demon crawling out of hell.

Jin Biao licked the blood from the corner of his mouth nonchalantly and looked further into the distance, his expression dark and unclear.


Chapter completed!