The disciples from Penglai Pavilion came very quickly.
But at this moment, Song Ling had almost cleaned up the alley. Even if they knew where the person died, they would not be able to find out why when they arrived.
At the same time, Peisheng had been overlooking Song Ling in mid-air.
Of course he saw Song Ling killing people, and the people he killed were people within his own sect.
But to him, the disciples of Penglai Pavilion are no different from ordinary people, they are just ants.
If you can provide him with pleasure, it will be considered a worthy death.
Compared to the two dead disciples, seeing Song Ling freely using spiritual power with his own eyes, Peisheng's eyes became more and more interested.
He raised his hand and rubbed his chin with his fingers. After looking at it for a long time, he turned his palm and pushed out a light curtain of aqua blue.
In the light curtain, the silver-white light representing Song Ling flickered and flickered, very weakly.
"Interesting, are you a human being? What the hell are you?" Peisheng muttered to himself. Then he lowered his robe and continued to follow Song Ling invisibly.
As long as people are on Xianlu Island, Peisheng has control.
Even though Song Ling could ignore the Penglai Pavilion's sect-protecting formation, she was still within the grasp of Peisheng. The reason why Song Ling was able to do so with ease was because Peisheng had not yet had murderous intentions towards her.
Song Ling didn't know that Peisheng was right above her.
But she had an extremely uncomfortable feeling of being spied on.
This feeling comes from mid-air.
She looked up and stared for a while, the knuckles of her fingers turning white while holding the Qiankun bag.
"Where should we go next?" Song Mo also raised his head and glanced in the direction of Peisheng, then turned and asked: "It's true that there is plenty of spiritual energy here, but there isn't much we can use. How about sneaking into Penglai Pavilion?
?It’s better not to use any more magic before you see that Jiang Yun.”
Song Mo actually couldn't see Peisheng either.
For Song Mo, the instinct of the beast is obviously more important than what he sees with the naked eye.
At the same time, the vigilance he learned from Song Ling gave him a strong prediction of unknown dangers.
"Go straight to Penglai Pavilion. After all... I still have an agreement with the Young Pavilion Master." Song Ling said, throwing away the jade pendant in his hand and transferring all the other items in the Qiankun Bag to his own Qiankun Bag.
The road to Penglai Pavilion is not far and not difficult to find.
Along the way, Song Ling could easily see the oppression of mortals by monks from the superficial prosperity of Xianlu Island.
Those vendors who stand on the street and laugh at their business are often exploited layer by layer. The heavy burden on their shoulders makes their bodies stoop and their dignity is crushed.
I saw it, so what?
Song Ling was helpless.
It is impossible for her to oppose the entire Penglai Pavilion sect with her own strength.
What's the point of killing two inner disciples? Judging from the young pavilion master's temperament, killing people would probably excite him.
Only when Song Ling really shakes the foundation of Penglai Pavilion, Peisheng will not let Song Ling go.
On Xianlu Island, there is the Penglai Pavilion's sect-protecting formation.
Not being restricted by the Protecting Sect Formation does not mean that you can escape from the activated Sect Protecting Formation.
With emotions that were hard to shake off, Song Ling narrowed her eyes and walked to the splendid Penglai Pavilion. The three large gilded characters in front of the door condensed mellow spiritual power, and Xiao Xiaoxiao did not dare to offend.
Looking into the distance.
Outside the gorgeous and wealthy courtyard, there is a towering six-story spire that shines with golden light under the sun.
Two children in white shirts stood at the door.
Seeing Song Ling coming, the two of them raised their hands to salute in unison, then pushed the door open and invited Song Ling to enter the courtyard.
"Do you know why I came?" Song Ling asked.
"certainly."
"The Young Pavilion Master has ordered that when you come, please go to the main hall and wait. He will arrive shortly."
The two boys said in unison.
Song Ling narrowed her eyes and walked into the courtyard.
As soon as you enter the door, you can hear the sound of running water.
Looking up, there is a road paved with small stones winding through the emerald green bamboo forest, and gurgling water is also flowing in the forest.
These are not illusions, but real scenery nurtured by spiritual power.
When walking on the gravel road, a breeze will blow in the forest, and the fragrance and freshness will spread instantly, bringing coolness and the chirping of birds like rings.
"here."
At the end of the bamboo forest, under a moon gate carved with seven birds, stood a well-dressed young man.
Compared to Peisheng, who was charming and charming and not like a man, the young man in front of him had some similarities with Peisheng in his eyebrows and eyes, but he was a bit more heroic than Peisheng.
Haven't you heard that the young master of Penglai Pavilion has a twin brother?
Song Ling was very confused.
When she got closer, she realized that this might not be Peisheng's brother.
It's the son.
The boy's appearance is not maintained by his spiritual power, but his true youth.
"My father said that you are here to visit the Guardian Realm. Do you have a token? If you don't have a token, I will take you to the Warm Hall to get one." The young man narrowed his eyes and smiled, very kindly.
"Yes, I came here to visit the Guardian Realm. This is the token, please check it." Song Ling responded, took out the token given by Lan Yu from the Qiankun bag, and then greeted: "Your father also said
What? Do you have any other instructions?"
"You can call me Tan Yi." The young man shook his head, pointed at himself, and said, "Father only said that I would take you to the outside of the guard country, and he didn't explain anything else."
The young man Tan Yi looks innocent and ignorant, not as sinister and cunning as his father.
"Okay then, please Tan Yi to lead the way." Song Ling pulled out her hand, dropped her eyes, and glanced at Tan Yi's fingers.
There seemed to be something growing between the slender white fingers.
It's a pity that Tan Yi stopped his hand quickly. When Song Ling wanted to take a closer look, he had already retracted his hand and put it in his sleeve.
After exiting the Moon Gate and turning left, Tan Yi led Song Ling through a carved corridor, passed two gardens full of poisonous weeds, walked through a stone forest full of thorns, and finally stopped in front of a stone wall.
"You have about one stick of incense. If you don't come out by the time, I'm afraid you will be backlashed by the guardian realm." Tan Yi lowered his head and whispered softly: "So please pay attention to the time, and please bring a square mirror with you.
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After saying that, Tan Yi took a palm-sized bronze mirror from his sleeve pocket and placed it in Song Ling's hand.
This is the square mirror he mentioned.
Song Ling thanked Tan Yi, turned around and ran into the stone wall blankly.
There is no pain like hitting a stone, because the stone wall is a blindfold, and what is behind it is not the mountain, but another world.
My eyesight went dark.
Song Ling, who had just stepped into the realm of guard, quickly put her hands on her waist.
Song Mo squatted on her shoulder, looked around alertly, and said: "It looks like an ordinary forest. There are two very fierce auras in front of it, and there are also ones on the left. The one on the right is much weaker."
As Song Mo talked, Song Ling gradually became able to see things.
The green woods suddenly burst into her field of vision, the towering green mountains in the distance, the sea of clouds surrounding the mountains, etc., etc., formed a beautiful landscape painting, dispelling the little bit of worry in Song Ling's heart because of crossing the restriction.
The resulting confusion.
Under such beautiful scenery, there are separate spaces divided into small worlds.
Jiang Yun, whom Song Ling is looking for, is among these many spaces.