At another edge of the Qibao Ancient Domain, a young monk wearing the same white shirt as Ling Qi was sitting on a white bone that looked like a natural recliner.
The creepy evil spirit poison was surging behind him, as if countless evil souls were constantly touching the bones behind him, but this young monk in white shirt seemed to feel that there was something wonderful behind his body.
landscape.
His face is at least 50-60% similar to Ling Qi's, but the expression on his face gives people a completely different feeling.
Ling Qi feels like a pool of water that is always clear and still. It seems that changes in the outside world can only leave reflections in the pool but cannot bring real ripples. However, he always looks lazy.
The overwhelming feeling is like a sunflower swaying in the wind at sunset.
Without chasing the scorching sun, sunflowers would appear lifeless.
Without enough stimulation, he seems to feel bored.
What was just used to communicate with Ling Qi was the same white conch. As the five fingers of his left hand flicked, this small conch kept rolling and jumping above his five fingers, and seemed to fall on him at any time.
In the messy beach of bones in front of him, but every time he seemed to fall out of the range of his fingers, he would touch the edge of his fingers again and jump up again.
But in fact, the young monk in white shirt didn't pay attention to it at all.
The five fingers of his left hand seemed to have made many dexterous movements that would astonish ordinary monks just subconsciously.
"You two go play with the people at Caotou Beach."
He tapped his right hand in front of him.
There were also a dozen young monks in white shirts standing among the bones in front of him.
These young monks in white shirts are as cold and silent as the white-shirted monks on Ling Qi's side.
Following his finger pointing, the two young monks in white shirts turned and left.
The two young monks in white shirts who left knew that the monk who always had a lazy look was called Xin Ming, and that his behavior and leadership style were completely different from that of the monk named Ling Qi.
No matter what Ling Qi does, he will plan it carefully in advance, and he will make extremely detailed plans before taking action. Moreover, Ling Qi attaches great importance to the life and death of every subordinate, and will never let his subordinates put themselves in danger easily.
But Xin Ming is different.
He would often directly use the lives of his subordinates to find out the answer he wanted, and then make the most effective countermeasures very quickly.
For the higher-level monks above Ling Qi and Xin Ming, Ling Qi and Xin Ming have their own advantages and disadvantages in their acting and governing styles. Even more people appreciate Xin Ming's style more because Xin Ming completes tasks more efficiently.
Because of his simplicity, the success rate in the past few years has been extremely high, and the monks under his command often have higher growth.
But for monks like them who happened to be assigned to Xin Ming's subordinates and who happened to be sent directly by Xin Ming to test, it was unfortunate.
What they knew clearly told them that the probability of their death was very high.
It's just that they know better that they have no right to refuse. All they need to do is to resolutely execute such orders, and then try their best to survive in the unfavorable situation and become like Ling Qi and Xin Ming.
The monks will continue to survive and become the kind of monks who are superior to Ling Qi and Xin Ming.
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At the other end of the Qibao Ancient Territory, there was a white-robed monk with a similar temperament to Ling Qi, sitting cross-legged on a withered vine.
The roots of this withered vine penetrated deeply into a skeleton.
This skeleton has begun to completely decay. Every time there is a strange vibration on the ground, some weathered bone fragments will peel off from the surface of the skeleton like wall ash.
The nutrients of the bones have been completely squeezed out of this ancient vine, and the life of this ancient vine is about to come to an end. The vine that is winding upward like a giant python has completely dried up, but there is glory at the end of its life.
On some dry vines at the top, dozens of exceptionally bright and beautiful flowers bloomed.
These flowers are bright red, and the petals are like pieces of soft feathers, with several drops of crystal water condensed from spiritual energy condensed on them.
The whole body of the white-shirted monk sitting cross-legged on the top of the withered vine, including his aura, seemed to have been completely integrated with the withered vine, even if his position was continuously swept by many spiritual consciousnesses.
Several black talismans used for detecting concealment flew past his head not far away like living creatures, without causing any strange aura fluctuations on his body.
Directly in front of him was a vine forest.
There are no other trees, just old brown vines wrapped around the bones.
These ancient vines initially wrapped around the bones and grew upward on the bones. After touching the tops of the bones, they gradually grew into tree shapes, with brown vines and fine brown leaves blocking the starlight in the sky.
Not long after several black talismans flew over the head of the white-shirted monk, there were suddenly more than ten vines in the vine forest in front of him, just like a sleeping poisonous snake suddenly awakened by the smell of food.
Swimming like crazy.
But it was only for a moment that three extremely sharp sword lights moved crazily among these crazily twisting rattans. Just three sword lights gave off the feeling of countless swords twisting.
All these vines twisting like living creatures broke into fragments and scattered everywhere.
After clearing away the obstacles of these twisting vines, these three sword lights continued to cruise around in the passage opened by them, showing an aggressive attitude.
The surrounding vines seemed to be about to move, but now they were completely silent.
A moment later, four monks wearing bronze robes appeared in the area patrolled by three sword lights.
These four monks wearing bronze cassocks are three men and one woman. The three male monks all look to be in their twenties or early thirties, and the female monks look to be in their mid-twenties.
The three male cultivators are all tall and tall, without any fat on their bodies.
The faces of these three male cultivators are good-looking, but there is always a thick layer of evil energy lingering on their faces, which makes people feel a bit inexplicably sinister.
The female cultivator has an extremely beautiful face, with bright eyes and white teeth, plump muscles and beautiful bones, and a face like a peach blossom.
The bronze cassocks worn by the three male cultivators all have the same style. The cassocks in front of them all have small sword-shaped runes, and on the back there is a pattern of an old man burning incense in front of the Taoist palace.
On the bronze robe worn by the female cultivator, there were sparkling waves of water, and a bright moon loomed behind her.
When the bright moon appeared, the back of her cassock was slightly translucent, which made her waist slender and her figure beautiful.
As the three men and one woman walked through the vine forest, they still did not sense the breath of the monk in white shirt, but the figure of the monk in white shirt sitting quietly on the top of the withered vine was somewhat awkward in the night.
Almost at the moment when he passed through the vine forest, when the leading male cultivator glanced ahead, he had already seen the figure of this cultivator.
The aura outside his body suddenly fluctuated violently, and the small sword runes on his bronze robes started to make pleasant vibrations!
Among the three flying swords that shuttled back and forth, one of them flew in front of him at an astonishing speed. The solid sword light was like a poisonous snake spitting messages, but the look of shock and fear was all over him at the same time.
The evil spirit spread on his face, "Excellent cultivation?"