At the ruins of Bilang Island, there is nowhere to be seen. The sea water is still a little turbid. Some places are bubbling and bursting, and a pungent breath comes out. Obviously, when the secret realm was destroyed, the rocks in the seabed were broken, and lava flowed out, spreading along the rock racks under the sea.

At this moment, the old monsters of the Nascent Soul here have already left empty, and like Ao Ji Qinghe, chasing the distant spirit light. And because the remaining aura has not yet dissipated, no bird or sea beast dares to approach it rashly, everything is quiet.

But suddenly, a space crack several feet long appeared above the sea surface. A one-legged monster covered in black scales fell from it. With a bang, it smashed out a splash of water several feet high. After half a cup of tea, the monster emerged from under the sea. It grabbed a thigh with a blue-gray bone barb in its hand, which was more than half a foot long.

The strange man grinned and gradually roared like a tiger. The waves on the sea were shaken toward all directions and rushed. But this man suddenly came out and slapped his temples. His neck slashed a few times and leaned to the side. At this moment, he stopped laughing, and the crazy look in his eyes became much more restrained.

Mu Ji Sanren, who calmed down, looked at the broken legs in his hand and showed a little thoughtful look. It was a kind of desire, but also a look of fear, hesitation and entanglement.

It was not until a long time later that blood appeared in his eyes. Mu Ji Sanren stretched out his wrist and bit his sharp teeth. The dark green blood dripped from his wrist on the broken leg. The broken limb, which had no vitality, suddenly swelled up after touching the blood, and hundreds of black and red granulations emerged from the wound, like ghost claws stretching out from the ground, constantly waving.

Then he broke free from his hands and flew towards Mu Ji Sanren's left leg, and in the blink of an eye it overlapped and connected. Mu Ji Sanren, whose body was intact, was not as happy as before at this moment. He thought with a calm face, and finally flew towards Baimang Mountain, Nanzhou.

But he didn't know that after he left, an old man in gray who looked a little bloated appeared in his original place, and he didn't know where it had been hidden before.

"Thank you for your help, fellow Taoists." It slowly fell on the sea and also walked towards Nanzhou. It seemed slow, but in fact it was only a phantom left, leaving it in place.

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Twenty-five years later.

A green spiritual light was flying over the sea somewhere in the Qianxing Sea. It was not until I arrived at an island full of brown gray stones that the shining light gradually faded away. A spiritual boat made of green and white jade showed its original appearance, and then more than a dozen people fell from above.

The leader was a middle-aged man. There was a small black round birthmark on his left cheek, but it was not ugly. This person had an outstanding temperament and a peaceful expression. A vague fragrance of medicine came from his clothes, but it had not completely dissipated. It was obvious that not long ago, I either had handled a large amount of medicinal materials or started to refine pills. Alongside him was a female cultivator with a plump figure and a slanted style between her eyes.

These two people have similar cultivation levels, both in the early stage of the Golden Pill. As for the people behind them, most of them are in the Foundation Establishment stage, and the other two are only in the late stage of Qi training. Most of these people are mainly blue and blue, and there are a similar "medicine pot" pattern on the cuffs or storage bags of everyone, which is the logo of the Zhongling pot gate of the South China Sea.

Linghu Gate is now just an inconspicuous small sect in the South China Sea. There are no Nascent Soul cultivators in the sect. The highest cultivation is the current pair of Jindan Taoist couples. The place occupied by their sect is called Linghu Island, which is more than a thousand miles southwest of Binhai City. It is a peninsula extending from Nanzhou into the sea, in the shape of water droplets. The central part is the widest about eighty miles, and it is more than a hundred miles long, not too small.

There are mainly two mountain ranges on the island that run from northwest to southeast, one is Haotong Mountain and the other is Shuiyunling. The spiritual energy gathers on the main peaks of the two mountains, barely considered a third-level spiritual land. The thirty-mile open space between the two peaks is the foundation-building stage and the Qi training disciples in the Linghu Sect. As for the two, although they have been married for many years, they do not live together on weekdays, but still practice in their respective caves. Of course, there are also reasons why the spiritual energy of the Lingfeng is not sufficient and cannot allow the two Jindan real people to practice at the same time.

This situation will surprise some people, thinking that the relationship between husband and wife must be extremely bad. Only then can they separate, the people who are good at neighbors will definitely talk about their own shortcomings and whisper in a low voice. But it is very common among the high-level monks in the world of immortal cultivation. After all, the two have lived for so long and are not practicing the dual cultivation of Yin and Yang. They are not addicted to the love between men and women. They also understand that if the relationship lasts for a long time, they don’t have to be done day and night.

After the group stepped onto the deserted island, the female cultivator in plain clothes pinched the magic formula in her hand and recited the mantra a few times. Then she closed her eyes tightly, and a faint light of inspiration flashed across her face. The middle-aged man took a twelve-point attention and observed the movements nearby to prevent some unexpected things from happening.

The two Jindan monks still looked like this. Most of the disciples behind were extremely quiet. Only the two young men and women in the late stage of Qi training looked around and kept looking around. Seeing the female cultivator in front of him put down her hand and withdrew the magic trick, she quickly ran over. When she wanted to say something, she heard a cold snorkeling and immediately became honest.

After a closer look, these two young men and women were somewhat similar to the pair of Jindan Taoist couples.

"Okay, you two men are quieter, almost twenty years old, why are you still so twitching? Be more steady, do you know?" The female cultivator in plain clothes slowly walked up to the two and took care of her somewhat messy collar for her daughter.

Seeing this, the middle-aged man even looked stern, and turned sideways between the mother and daughter without any trace, and said with a constant expression: "Madam, have you discovered something?"

The simple cultivator smiled and shook her head. Before the man could speak, the young girl in green who was squeezed aside by her father hurried to the other side of her mother, pulled her arm and said:

"The turtle dove must be here. Senior Brother Chen and Senior Brother Zhuang saw it. At that time, it was holding several spotted sea snakes. There were no other islands nearby. It would not be a nest in the sea, so it must be on this island. Could it be that it happened to go out and not here?"

The girl mentioned Senior Brother Chen and Brother Zhuang are two late-stage cultivators standing in front of him, both looking a little old. One of them is the eighth level of foundation building, and the other is higher in cultivation and has reached the ninth level of foundation building. He is the person with the highest cultivation level except for this pair of Jindan Taoist couples. However, the magic power fluctuations revealed by this person inadvertently shows that his whole body is not very pure and solid, and it seems that he is greedy for speed in his practice. Shangli still has a long way to go.

When the junior sister on the ninth floor of the foundation building said this, he touched his gray beard, smiled and nodded, and did not say anything. When he and Junior Brother Chen were on the road, they had already told his master's wife about everything. He knew that Master was taking the exam for the school, so he couldn't say much.

The stork is a kind of alien bird with a head shaped like an eagle, and it is two or three feet tall when standing. When adults, it can be comparable to a third-level monster. It has iron feathers and ordinary magic weapons, and it is difficult to damage the spells. The spotted sea snake is not an alien species, and it is difficult to gather spirits to become a monster. However, this poisonous snake is a famous poison in the South China Sea, and is a foundation-building monk. If he is accidentally caught in this poison, he will die if he does not suppress the poison in several breaths!

Usually, this alien bird will not prey on the highly toxic poison of the spotted sea snake. Only a few months before laying the eggs, adult birds need to eat a large amount of poison to secrete a kind of juicy juice. Otherwise, the young birds hatched the eggs they gave birth to die very easily.

The most precious part of this bird is not the beak, claws, bones and blood, but the feathers peeled off with their skin.

This body of feathers looks gray and black from a distance, not good-looking and not eye-catching, but if you look close, it will turn into colorful and dazzling. Of course, in addition to being gorgeous, the refined cloak of the dove can hide the wearer's breath. As long as the two are not too different in cultivation, it will definitely be difficult for the other party to notice.

Fan Kun, who was originally making elixirs on Xiaofeng Island, immediately discussed with his wife when he heard the disciples report, and took the opportunity to return to the sect and rushed towards Qianxinghai without stopping.

Zhuang Zhuoji knew that his junior sister had not noticed that the dove was preying on the sea snake, and she couldn't help feeling pitiful for him.

Suddenly, a sharp and squeaking sound of "光" suddenly came from the clouds, and then a cloud of gray gas fell from the clouds.

"Dove!"

Fan Kun and his Taoist couple looked at each other, then looked up in the same direction, and a hint of joy flashed across their faces. However, the next moment, their expressions froze.

Because before the storm dove fell, a monk wearing a young man in a blue dress had already flashed and grabbed the storm dove's ankle, looking extremely relaxed. Zhang Shiping weighed the storm dove in his hand and put it into the storage bag. He looked at the people below and used his spiritual sense to sense it slightly. There were two acquaintances among them.

His face was a little strange because before that, the Jindan Taoist companion from the Linghu Gate said goodbye to him, saying that some urgent matters in the sect need to be dealt with and that he would have to go back a few days. Now the people and the sea tribes have been fighting for several years. Zhang Shiping was in charge of some spiritual elixir refining tasks for the Jindan Yuanying monks. The fellow Taoist Fan from the Linghu Gate is a master with a deep attainment in alchemy. His sudden resignation of his farewell made Zhang Shiping a headache, but he did not expect to see them here at this moment.

"I have seen fellow Taoist Fan, fellow Taoist Chen, and you little kid." Zhang Shiping flew towards the people of Linghu Gate, slowly landed, and said with a smile.
Chapter completed!