Chapter 419: The Fall of a Prodigy, Lonely Shadow, and the Inheritance of Qingqiu

Chapter 419: The Fall of a Prodigy, Lonely Shadow, and the Inheritance of Qingqiu

Chapter 419: The Fall of a Prodigy, Lonely Shadow, and the Inheritance of Qingqiu

When Fu Yongqi opened his eyes, he found himself standing in an unfamiliar wasteland. The sky was a strange purple-red, and the outline of the mountains in the distance undulated like the back of a giant beast.

He glanced around subconsciously.

He found that none of the other four foundation-building clan members who were teleported in with him were around. He used the communication jade talisman, but found that he could not communicate at all: "It seems that I have to fend for myself."

One shot storage bag.

A flash of glow.

The topographic map of Kunlun Secret Realm reproduced by Fu Changsheng slowly unfolded in the air.

There are five foundation-building areas marked on the map, and each area is annotated with densely packed small characters written in cinnabar.

"Sword Mound Mountain"

My eyes stopped at a mountain mark, where a small sword was painted. Looking up into the distance, I saw a mountain in the northwest that looked like an inverted long sword, with a faint green mist covering the top of the mountain:
"Huh, what a coincidence?"

Before leaving.

The head of the family once told the five of them that if they were teleported to the vicinity of Jianzhong Mountain, they must find the broken sword "Guhongying".

The jade slip was collected.

Fu Yongqi immediately piloted the flying sword and rushed towards the northwest. The distance of two or three miles was reached in a moment.

At the foot of the mountain, the sword energy was like a dragon, and hundreds of broken swords were stuck upside down in the rock wall. The chains wrapped around the hilts clanged with the mountain wind. Fu Yongqi looked up and saw a half-broken bronze giant sword floating at the 900th step, with dark red blood rust seeping out of the cracks on the sword body:
"Could that be the broken sword 'Lonely Shadow' that the Patriarch mentioned?"

Fu Yongqi was eager to try and was about to take a step when he suddenly sensed a fluctuation of spiritual power coming from behind a huge rock on the right.

"Who's there?" Fu Yongqi pressed the hilt of the sword with his right hand.

A young man in brocade clothes came out from behind the boulder. A jewel-studded scabbard hung from his waist, and thunderclouds were embroidered on his cuffs. The young man had a sarcastic smile on his face, and was slowly wiping his fingers with a silk handkerchief.

"Lei family?" Fu Yongqi recognized the family emblem on the other party's clothes and said with a fist: "I am Fu Yongqi from the Fu family. I don't know."

"Humph"

Lei Yunming interrupted with a cold snort, but did not pay attention to Fu Yongqi's meaning. He threw the silk handkerchief casually, and the cloth was shredded into pieces in the air by the invisible sword energy.

Fu Yongqi's eyes narrowed.

Being able to cultivate to the point of releasing sword energy during the foundation-building period was already good enough, but within a three-inch radius around Lei Yunming, the sand and gravel on the ground were shaking slightly - this was a sign that the sword intent was about to reach perfection.

If he guessed correctly.

The other party was most likely the son of the sword genius of the Lei family. It was said that he was born with a sword talent and was only one step away from breaking through to the golden elixir stage.

In addition, Lei Laozu's nephew Zhou Xuanming inherited the title of the Seventh Prince, and the Lei family's rapid rise to prominence is just around the corner.

This is also why Lei Yunming looks down on people.

Fu Yongqi had no intention of conflicting with the other party and turned to look at Jianzhong Mountain.

Lei Yunming saw that Fu Yongqi also planned to climb Jianshan Mountain, and snorted in his heart:
"These 999 steps are a test set by Gu Hongying's previous owner for its new owner. It is simply a foolish dream for someone who has not even cultivated the sword intent to climb up this Sword Tomb Mountain."

But on second thought, Fu Yongqi is just a dying man, so it's not impossible to let him have a sweet dream before he dies.

A flash of murderous intent flashed across Lei Yunming's eyes.

Just now.

Suddenly a scream was heard on the mountain path.

More than thirty steps up, a gray-robed monk who was trying to climb up had dozens of blood arrows bursting out of his body. He screamed and rolled down like a rag doll.

boom!
The gray-robed monk rolled to Lei Yunming's feet. Although he was still breathing, he had lost all his magical powers. He looked at Lei Yunming and Fu Yongqi with caution.

Lei Yunming sneered: "The seventh one."

While talking.

hum!
I saw a sword sound coming from his body, and then a blood-red sword whizzed out.

The gray monk's pupils shrank when he saw this:
"What are you going to do? I am a seventh-rank monk."

"Crack!"

The words were not finished.

But Lei Yunming swung his sword, and the blood-red sword pierced directly into the body of the gray-robed monk at lightning speed.

A look of fear flashed in the gray-robed monk's eyes.

He looked at Fu Yongqi for help.

Fu Yongqi's pupils shrank.

I finally understand why Lei Yunming hid in the dark in the beginning.

It turned out that they were waiting here for those who failed to climb the mountain. He had never seen this gray-robed monk before, so naturally he had no intention of helping him. Moreover, Lei Yunming dared to kill people in front of him, so he might have a lot of cards in his hand. Besides, he had already felt that Lei Yunming had the intention to kill him, so he was afraid that once the gray-robed monk died, he would be the next one.

Without any hesitation, he flashed his body and flew away from Jianzhong Mountain on his sword.

"Huh, you're walking pretty fast."

Lei Yunming snorted coldly, his lips trembling.

Accompanied by a scream from the gray-robed monk, within a few breaths, the entire body's flesh and blood essence was completely devoured by Lei Yunming's blood-red sword.

Lei Yunming made a move.

The long sword instantly broke out of the body, and at the same time, the gray-robed monk turned into ashes and flew away with a bang.

Lei Yunming's eyes fell on the groove of the handle of the blood-red long sword floating in front of him, and his eyes lit up:
“It’s finally full”

Lei Yunming sheathed his sword, and the groove on the handle of the blood-red sword glowed with a strange red light. He glanced at the direction where Fu Yongqi left, hesitated for a moment, and did not chase him. Who knows who will arrive at the Sword Tomb Mountain in a while.

Before leaving.

My father told me again and again.

We must obtain Gu Hongying at all costs. It is said that the previous owner of this broken sword was a Yuanying Zhenjun. It is unknown whether he died or ascended to heaven. However, the sword used by Yuanying Zhenjun, although it is broken, is still valuable:
"Hmph, you're lucky."

After saying that, he leaped onto the first stone step. The sword energy in his body automatically dispelled the pressure on the steps, and he jumped over a hundred steps as if walking on flat ground.

Behind a huge rock at the foot of the mountain, Fu Yongqi held his breath and concentrated. He held a recording talisman between his fingertips, recording the scene of Lei Yunming devouring the monk with his evil sword:
"Blood Evil Soul Devouring Sword"

He stared at the blood-red sword, and remembered the rumor that the patriarch had said that the Lei family was secretly practicing forbidden techniques:

"No wonder you wanted to kill me just now."

At this time, Lei Yunming had already climbed to the 300th step.

The blood-red sword was suspended above his head, constantly absorbing the sword energy from the steps. Every time he passed a hundred steps, a blood pattern would appear on the groove of the sword, and Lei Yunming's footsteps would also become lighter.

Fu Yongqi, who was watching from the dark, frowned:
"Pity!"

Follow this rhythm.

There is a high chance that Gu Hongying will be captured by Lei Yunming.

There was no point in staying here any longer. He had to leave when the other party was free. He couldn't rely on Lei Yunming's Blood-Devouring Soul Sword because he was no match for him.

Just as he was about to turn around and leave.

hum!
Changes occur suddenly.

The lonely wild goose shadow floating at the 900th step suddenly trembled violently, and the blood rust on the bronze sword peeled off, revealing the cold sword light underneath.

"Zheng——!"

A green sword energy that spanned the sky and earth slashed down, and Lei Yunming hastily raised his sword to meet it. The moment the blood sword collided with the green light, the blood veins in the grooves of the hilt burst one after another. Lei Yunming groaned, and black blood oozed out of his seven orifices:

"Impossible! How can this sword energy restrain the blood evil?"

The words have not yet fallen.

Gu Hongying's sword turned, and the second sword energy turned into blue feathers that floated down from the sky. Every time a feather touched the blood sword, it made a hissing sound like a branding iron hitting water.

Lei Yunming discovered with horror.

The bloody sword energy that he had cultivated for many years was melting rapidly like snow encountering the scorching sun.

at the same time.

A ball of terrifying power suddenly burst out from the Blood Evil Soul Devouring Sword. The next moment, Lei Yunming discovered that the sword was actually backfiring and devouring his blood essence:

"This"

How can this be? !
This Blood-Devouring Soul Sword was given to me by my mother. How could my mother, who had treated me like the apple of her eye since birth, give me a soul sword that could devour its master?
"No, no, I can't die!!"

He had just arranged to marry the Seventh Lady of the Seventh Prince's Mansion, and his father had prepared a soul-guiding pill for him. If it had not been for entering the Kunlun Secret Realm, he would have broken through to the Purple Mansion ten years ago.

When you react.

Lei Yunming gritted his teeth and decisively severed the contract with the Blood Evil Soul-Devouring Sword. However, at this time, more than half of his blood and essence had been devoured. In a hurry, he quickly activated the protective talisman and rolled down from the sacred mountain.

boom!
Lei Yunming fell heavily to the ground. At the same time, a familiar voice came from above his head:

"Does Master Lei need help?"

Followed by.

But then Fu Yongqi fell from the sky.

Lei Yunming, who had already lost all his magic power, had a deep fear in his eyes. He did not care about his precious identity at this moment. He slapped himself in the face and tried to force a smile:
"Fellow Daoist Fu, I must have been possessed just now, which is why I said such words to you. From a certain perspective, our Fu Lei and I are still related families by marriage. I hope you will be magnanimous and forgive me. I have..."

The words were not finished.

But he saw his body flying into the air, and was thrown directly to Jianzhong Mountain like a sack:
"Do not!!!"

Lei Yunming let out an angry and unwilling scream, and the next moment his body was pierced by hundreds of sword energies, turning into a blood rain and falling down.

Fu Yongqi waved his hand.

Eight storage bags on the ground floated towards him. He glanced at Fu Yongqi's storage bag, uttered a light exclamation, and waved his hand. An ancient sheepskin map appeared in his hand. He slowly unfolded it, and saw five big characters "Sword Tomb Ascension Map" coming into view.

"It turns out that climbing the stairs requires following the rhythm of the sword energy." Fu Yongqi compared the diagram and suddenly realized, "No wonder Lei Yunming climbed the stairs so smoothly just now."

Fu Yongqi looked at Lingshan, then at the map in his hand, gritted his teeth, and finally decided to take the risk.

Take a deep breath.

Fu Yongqi followed the instructions of the diagram and began to step on the steps in a specific rhythm. Whenever the sword energy attacked, he would adjust his sword intent to resonate with it. At the 300th step, the steps turned into sword blades, and he took off his boots and walked up barefoot; at the 600th step, illusions arose, and he bit his tongue to keep clear-headed.

When he reached the 900th step, Gu Hongying let out a clear sword sound.

Fu Yongqi cut his palm and smeared the blood on the crack of the sword, and the blood was slowly absorbed by the bronze sword. The moment the crack healed, a vicissitudes of life voice sounded in his mind:
“Only when you endure humiliation and do not fight, can you see your true self.”

"To punish evil and uphold justice is the way to gain the sword's heart."

The sword energy in the sky suddenly rolled back and poured into Fu Yongqi's body. Black dirty blood oozed out of his pores - this was Gu Hongying washing his marrow and removing his hair! When he opened his eyes again, the bronze giant sword had turned into a three-foot green blade, quietly floating in front of him.

Yaoyao felt the world spinning before her eyes, and when she opened her eyes again, she was in a vast ancient forest. Towering trees blocked out the sun, vines coiled like dragons, the air was filled with moist spiritual mist, and the roar of monsters could be heard faintly in the distance.

"I'm the only one here?"

however.

She had already gone out for training many times, so she was not panicked. She quickly calmed down and swept her consciousness. The consciousness that was no less than that of a peak Purple Mansion cultivator spread out quietly like a spider web:

"Hey, Nine-Leaf Soul-Condensing Grass?"

Nine-Leaf Soul-Condensing Grass, also known as Soul-Condensing Jade Ganoderma, is a third-grade top-grade spiritual herb that contains pure demonic power and soul-condensing power. It usually grows in extremely yin places, such as thousand-year-old tombs, the intersection of yin evil spirit veins, or the places where the bones of fallen great demons are nourished. It needs to absorb moonlight for a hundred years to mature, and it grows one leaf every hundred years. The medicinal effect reaches its peak when all nine leaves are present.

After taking it, the success rate of the demon cultivator in attacking the false elixir can be greatly improved. If combined with specific exercises, it can even condense the "virtual elixir" in advance.

Yaoyao didn't expect that she was so lucky to encounter such a rare thing.

He immediately slapped the spirit beast bag, and a red light flashed. The next moment, a late-stage third-order four-winged red python soared into the sky. Yaoyao touched the ground with her toes and landed lightly on the back of the four-winged red python:

"Xiaohong, go northwest"

"chirp"

The four-winged red python roared excitedly, and its four wings spread out like red clouds covering the sky. It passed through a mountain of bones. A strong smell of blood rose from the Tianmu Forest below.

"Xiaohong, go down"

The red python swooped down.

When they arrived at Tianmu Forest, they saw Nine-Leaf Soul-Condensing Grass taking root in a shallow pit filled with bones. The leaves were as bright and smooth as emerald, but the roots were entangled with the body of an Iron-Clawed Mountain Cat cub which still had a glimmer of life.

"Soul Devouring Wolf?!"

Yaoyao's pupils shrank.

She didn't expect that the Nine-Leaf Soul-Condensing Grass would be occupied by a third-level peak Soul-Devouring Wolf.

This beast looked like a jackal but had six dark green eyes. It was using its sharp claws to split open the skull of another trembling young beast, and its long tongue was dripping brain marrow onto the grass roots. Every time it sucked a bit, strange blood patterns appeared on the grass leaves.

"Ow—!"

A shrill roar exploded in the forest. A bloody iron-clawed mountain cat pounced from the treetops, its sharp claws going straight to the throat of the Soul Devouring Wolf, its pupils red as if the last of its life was burning out.

This female beast was only in the early third stage, and her abdomen still had lacerations from a previous fight. It was obvious that she had been tracking the cub's scent and rushing here at the risk of her life.

"Roar!"

The Soul Devouring Wolf growled sarcastically, and its six dark green eyes simultaneously emitted evil light, with pale green flames rising from its body:

"Soul-Eating Ghost Flame?"

Yaoyao saw it and her pupils shrank.

This soul-eating ghost flame can burn the soul and make anyone who touches it go crazy. Even she can't avoid it.

Just when she thought the Iron Claw Mountain Cat was about to retreat.

"Meow!"

The mother Iron Claw Mountain Cat, however, did not care about life or death. Her body was covered in blood, with the wound on her abdomen so deep that the bone was visible. She let out an extremely shrill roar, and the blood power in her body completely burned out in despair!
"Blood Rage Attack"!
The mother beast's fur suddenly exploded and turned into red blood flames, and its speed increased three times!
A sting!
It actually crashed through the Soul-Eating Ghost Flame, and its sharp claws were like knives, going straight for the Soul-Eating Wolf's throat! The Soul-Eating Wolf obviously didn't expect that this dying beast could burst out with such power, and hastily swung its claws to block it -

"Swish!" The sound of flesh tearing was heard, and three deep wounds that could be seen to the bone were torn on the Soul-Eating Wolf's chest, and black blood splattered!

"Roar!"

The Soul Devouring Wolf had never thought that he would be injured by a low-level demon beast. He roared in rage, his six eyes flashing at the same time. He did not intend to hold back and directly launched the strongest bloodline spiritual technique - "Six Eyes Soul Capture"! Six dark green beams of light intertwined into a net, trying to completely crush the mother beast's soul!
boom!
The mother beast was caught in the green net, staggering, bleeding from all seven orifices, but there was no sign of retreat in her eyes! She stared at her cub entangled by the Nine-Leaf Soul-Condensing Grass, wailing, and the remaining blood power in her body boiled again!

"Sacrifice your life and burn your blood"!
This was the forbidden technique of the Iron Claw Mountain Cat Clan, burning all of its blood and essence in exchange for the final blow! The mother beast's flesh and blood dried up almost instantly, turning into a red blood shadow, and pounced on the Soul Devouring Wolf at a speed beyond its limit!
The Soul-Eating Wolf finally panicked and wanted to retreat, but it was too late!

"boom--!"

The blood shadow collided with the green light, and a dazzling aura burst out! The air wave swept across, destroying all the surrounding ancient trees!

The red python screamed and spread its wings to block the aftermath. When the smoke and dust cleared, the Soul Devouring Wolf was seen with half of its body torn apart, five of its six eyes blinded, and staggering backwards with a howl.

And that mother beast...

It fell beside the corpse of its cub, its dry claws still stretched forward, as if wanting to touch its child one last time, but it was already on its last breath.

The Soul Devouring Wolf dragged its broken body backwards, black blood gushing out from its hideous wounds, but it still let out a piercing scream. It knew that if it could not devour the Nine-Leaf Soul Condensing Grass that was about to transform, it would surely die!
All this seemed to be slow, but in fact it was only a moment ago. Yaoyao was already touched by the mother beast's behavior and said coldly:
"Xiao Hong, let's kill this bastard!"

Yaoyao's eyes turned cold, and she tapped the formation plate with her fingertips. Seventy-two formation flags flew out from her sleeves, like stars falling to the ground, and a soul-locking formation was set up in an instant.

"Roar!"

The Soul-Eating Wolf reacted and quickly activated the Soul-Eating Ghost Flame.

Zizizi!
The ghost flame hit the wall of the formation and was like a drop in the ocean, and was completely swallowed up by the formation!

"Xiaohong, do it!" Yaoyao shouted softly.

The four-winged red python let out a long hiss, and its tail swept across like red lightning, sending the Soul Devouring Wolf flying dozens of feet! The Soul Devouring Wolf struggled to get up, but saw Yaoyao already standing in the air, forming seals with both hands, and the array plate burst into dazzling golden light——

"Destroy the demon soul!"

The formation suddenly shrank, and countless golden chains emerged from the void, binding the Soul Devouring Wolf tightly! The Soul Devouring Wolf struggled frantically, and the three eyes burst out with the final soul attack, but were counterattacked by the formation, howling and bleeding from all seven orifices. The red python took the opportunity to open its bloody mouth, bit the Soul Devouring Wolf's neck, and injected deadly venom with its fangs!
"Click——"

The Soul-Eating Wolf's cervical vertebrae were bitten off alive.

"Ow"

The Soul-Eating Wolf let out an unwilling roar, its body twitched a few times, and it died.

Yaoyao walked quickly towards the scarlet Nine-Leaf Soul-Condensing Grass. The cub entangled in the grass still had a faint breath! She gathered spiritual power on her fingertips, gently cut off the roots of the grass, and held the cub in her arms.

"Meow"

The dying female beast raised her head with difficulty, and her turbid eyes looked at Yaoyao with a hint of pleading.

Yaoyao comforted him, "Don't worry, I will take good care of it."

The palm of the hand gently covered the cub's forehead, and the emerald green spiritual light penetrated into the cub's body like flowing water. Wherever the light passed, the gray-black evil energy melted like ice and snow, and the cub's dry fur gradually regained its luster.

When the mother beast saw this scene, a trace of relief flashed in her eyes. A crystal teardrop slid down from the corner of her eye, and then she took her last breath.

Yaoyao's spiritual power flowed through her fingertips, and she was about to collect the Nine-Leaf Soul-Condensing Grass. Suddenly, a vast pressure came down like the sky falling, and the entire ancient forest suddenly became silent, and even the wind stagnated.

Her heart tightened, and she looked up suddenly——

A figure stood in the air, his purple robe fluttering, and a faint purple aura lingering around him, like a fairy or a demon. The man had a handsome face, a dot of cinnabar like blood between his eyebrows, his eyes were deep as the abyss, and there was a faint smile at the corner of his mouth, looking down at her condescendingly:
"What a kind-hearted little girl."

The voice was low and somewhat lazy, yet contained unquestionable majesty.

Yaoyao's pupils shrank slightly.

She couldn't even see through the other party's cultivation level. It was even better than the fake pills of Ancestor Wu and Ancestor Lei. There was only one possibility, that the other party was a Golden Core True Person!
just.

The place she was teleported to was clearly where the Purple Palace was located, so why did the Golden Core appear here? She quietly grasped the talisman in her sleeve with her fingertips, but her face remained expressionless:
"Who are you, senior?"

The man chuckled, and in a flash, he was already a few feet in front of her. He did not attack directly, but stood with his hands behind his back, his eyes slowly sweeping over her, finally stopping at her beautiful face, with a hint of amusement in his eyes:
"Little girl, you don't need to know my name."

His tone was casual, as if he was just chatting, but Yaoyao felt an invisible oppression, and even breathing became difficult.

"Well, this Nine-Leaf Soul-Condensing Grass is pretty good. I want it."

The words fell.

He flicked his sleeves.

bang bang bang! ! !
The soul-locking formation that Yaoyao had previously set up collapsed in an instant, and the formation flags shattered into pieces!
Yaoyao's heart sank, but she still managed to remain calm: "Since you are a Jindan Zhenren, why do you have to fight with me for a spiritual herb?"

Hearing this, Xuan Mingzi smiled even more deeply and walked closer slowly. With every step he took, Yaoyao felt the spiritual power in her body stagnate a little, as if being grasped by an invisible hand and unable to move.

"Of course, this master will not look down upon Lingcao."

He raised his hand, and gently lifted a strand of Yaoyao's hair with his slender fingers, twisting it between his fingers and playing with it, his voice low and dangerous -

"But I am very interested in you."

Yaoyao's eyes turned cold, and spiritual power surged at her fingertips, but he saw through it at a glance.

"Don't be so quick to resist."

Xuan Mingzi chuckled, and suddenly touched her brow with his fingertips. A ray of purple lightning flashed, and a trace of blood suddenly seeped out from Yaoyao's forehead.

"Within three breaths, hand over the spiritual herbs and agree to practice dual cultivation with me, and I will spare your life."

His tone was gentle, but every word was as sharp as a knife.

Yaoyao was silent for a moment, then suddenly raised her eyes, a sneer appeared on the corner of her lips: "Senior, you are so kind to me, how dare Yaoyao disobey?"

Before she finished her words, the talisman in her sleeve suddenly burned and she retreated violently!

Xuan Mingzi's eyes turned cold, and he was about to make a move, but he saw Yaoyao pinching her fingers together, and the ground was shining with blood.

"Life-replacing talisman, explode!"

Amidst the loud bang, Yaoyao used the recoil force to escape far away, and the sound came from afar -

"Today's humiliation will be returned a hundredfold in the future!"

Xuan Mingzi shook off the blood mist, looked at the direction where she disappeared, and laughed instead of getting angry.

"interesting."

He raised his hand, and a purple talisman quietly emerged, then turned into a stream of light and chased after him.

"I want to see where you can escape to."

Yaoyao rode the four-winged red python at full speed, with purple air following her like a shadow. Xuan Mingzi's pressure was getting closer and closer, almost suffocating her.

"Damn it!" She gritted her teeth, pinched her fingers together, and the red python hissed, increasing its speed by another three points.

Suddenly, in the misty area ahead, a vast ancient mountain rose from the ground. The mountain was like a crouching fox head, with nine spiritual mists swaying like a tail. It was the legendary Qingqiu Mountain!

Yaoyao's heart was shocked, and the blood in her body suddenly boiled, as if something was calling her.

"This is..." Her pupils shrank slightly, and before she could think about it, Xuan Mingzi's cold voice came from behind her.

"Little girl, you can't escape. If you obey me obediently and serve me well, I might help you to form a pill when I am happy. Such an opportunity is something that many female cultivators would fight for but cannot get. Don't be ungrateful for what you have."

Purple air surged, Xuan Mingzi came from the air, with a cold light flashing in his eyes, and it was obvious that he had lost his patience.

Yaoyao looked back and then looked into the depths of Qingqiu Mountain. The blood pull became stronger and stronger.

There is no way to retreat, so why not give it a try!
Her eyes became fierce, and she slapped the red python fiercely: "Xiaohong, go into the mountain!"

The red python let out a long hiss, flapped its four wings, and rushed into Qingqiu Mountain like a red meteor.

Xuan Mingzi paused and stopped outside Qingqiu Mountain with a frown on his face.

"Qingqiu Mountain..."

He whispered softly, a hint of fear in his eyes.

It is rumored that Qingqiu Mountain is the sacred place of the ancient fox tribe. There are many restrictions in the mountain, and those who enter without permission will die. Even more bizarre is that there was a cultivator who disappeared inexplicably after entering the mountain, and even his soul could not escape.

He stared at the direction where Yaoyao disappeared, purple lightning flashing on his fingertips, as if he was weighing whether to take the risk and chase her.

Finally, he snorted coldly, waved his sleeves, and the purple air turned into a mark that was branded outside the mountain.

"I want to see how long you can hide in there!"

After saying this, he turned and left, his figure gradually disappearing in the clouds.

Inside Qingqiu Mountain.

After Yaoyao landed, the red python had shrunk and shrank, wrapped around her wrist and gasping for breath. She looked around and found that the mountains were full of ancient trees, spiritual mist, and the shadow of a fox was vaguely moving around.

"Why does this place... make me feel so familiar?" she murmured to herself.

Qingqiu Mountain was a remote place. If she had not had to, she would not have rashly entered it. But at this moment, she felt her blood beating with excitement, as if... as if she had been summoned by something:
"what happened?!"

Could it be that the reason why Qingqiu Mountain is a dead end with no chance of survival is because of the bewitching influence of this ghost thing?
Yaoyao didn't want to stay any longer.

She only wanted to wait for Xuan Mingzi outside to disappear, and then leave this strange place immediately. However, when she scanned with her spiritual sense, her face changed:
"This"

The way here has disappeared!!

Moreover, she found that the spiritual power in her body was like a stone sinking into the sea, and she couldn't mobilize it at all.

Yaoyao was a little panicked.

She finally understood why this was a desperate place.

Just now.

boom!
The ground beneath her feet softened, and she looked down suddenly, only to see that the originally solid soil had turned into quicksand, swallowing her feet at a speed visible to the naked eye!

"not good!"

She hurriedly made hand gestures, trying to fly into the air, but her magic power was still unavailable, and even the four-winged red python was the same:
"How to do?"

The more you struggle, the deeper you sink.

this moment.

A look of deep fear appeared on Yaoyao's face.

But she doesn't want to die!
Her mind raced, thinking quickly of a way to escape.

Just as she was about to be swallowed by the quicksand, a sigh suddenly sounded in her ears -

"Three steps to the left, stepping on the green stone."

The voice was as ethereal as the wind, but it made her blood boil. She had nowhere to go and didn't care where the voice came from. She gritted her teeth and said:
"Gamble!"

He moved to the left with difficulty and stepped onto an inconspicuous bluestone three steps away.

boom!
The quicksand solidified instantly and turned into hard ground again.

"so close!"

She stood up panting, sweat on her forehead. Was everything just an illusion? But this illusion was so real and terrifying. If it weren't for that voice, she would have been buried alive in the quicksand.

“Keep moving forward”

At this moment, that ethereal voice came to my ears again.

Whenever this voice sounded, she felt her blood boiling. She glanced around, but found nothing except the ancient trees twisted like ghost claws. After struggling for a while, she still moved forward according to the voice that sounded in her ears.

I don't know how long it took.

There was a cliff in front of them, and below it was a deep valley with no end in sight. From the valley came a shrill roar, as if countless resentful souls were wailing. There was only a rotten vine bridge on the edge of the cliff, swaying in the wind.

Yaoyao took a tentative step forward, and the vine bridge suddenly made a "creaking" sound as if it could not bear the weight, as if it would break at the next moment.

“Close your eyes and walk straight.”

The voice sounded again, with unquestionable majesty.

Yaoyao took a deep breath, closed her eyes, and moved forward step by step, relying on the induction in her blood. Strangely, when she completely trusted the guidance of the voice, the vine bridge under her feet became flat as if she were walking on the ground, and the roar of the resentful soul in her ears gradually faded away.

When she opened her eyes again, she was standing safely on the other side.

"What on earth is going on..." She murmured to herself, but suddenly felt a piercing chill.

In the ancient forest ahead, countless pairs of scarlet eyes lit up in the darkness, densely packed, approaching her like a tide. That was the evil spirit guarding the tomb of Qingqiu Mountain - the Soul-Eating Fox Bat, which specialized in feeding on the souls of cultivators. Once entangled, even a Purple Mansion Realm cultivator would die!
Yaoyao leaned against the rock wall, with nowhere to retreat. Just as the first flying fox was about to pounce on her, the voice rang out for the third time.

"Blood is the guide, call my name."

Almost as an instinctive reaction, Yaoyao bit her fingertips and flicked the blood beads into the air, while shouting out a name that was unfamiliar even to herself:
"Qingli!"

The moment the blood bead exploded, the entire Qingqiu Mountain shook!
All the flying foxes fell to the ground as if struck by lightning, and dissipated into black smoke. The mountain wall in front of Yaoyao suddenly opened up, revealing a cave covered in nine-colored rays of light:
"This is."

Yaoyao was stunned for a moment.

Take a closer look.

But I saw a huge skeleton lying quietly in the center of the cave.

It was the complete remains of a nine-tailed fox, jade-like and crystal clear. Even though it had been dead for hundreds of thousands of years, each bone still exuded a suffocating pressure. The skull was crouched, maintaining a protective posture, and golden flames seemed to be dancing in the empty eye sockets. The nine tail bones spread out in a fan shape, each of which was more than ten feet long, and the runes formed naturally at the joints were still flowing slowly.

Yaoyao held her breath unconsciously.

She saw nine ancient bronze lamps surrounding the remains. The flames of the lamps had long been extinguished, but the nine-tailed fox totems carved on the lamps were still lifelike.

What was even more shocking was that what was deeply embedded in the ground by the front claws of the remains was actually a rusty ancient sword - the sword body was three inches deep into the stone platform, and the surrounding area was covered with spider-web-like cracks, as if recording the earth-shaking battle that took place that year.

See this scene.

For some reason, her tears began to fall involuntarily, and the tears fell to the ground as if they were triggered by something.

hum!
The remains suddenly glowed with a dim green light, and the runes on the joints lit up one after another. Then, the entire remains began to weather at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the jade bones turned into starlight and rose up, condensing into a brilliant galaxy at the top of the cave.

"No!" Yaoyao subconsciously reached out her hand, but saw the starlight suddenly rushing towards her, and the moment it touched her fingertips, it all sank into her body. A burning force rushed along her meridians, and finally condensed into a nine-tailed mark on her forehead.

At the same time, the cave shook violently!
On the stone wall facing the remains, a mural covered by dust gradually became clear: in the painting, a nine-tailed fox howled to the sky, with collapsed mountains and burning cities behind it. In the lower right corner of the mural, a line of small words was oozing blood:

"The descendants of Qingqiu should inherit my aspirations."

(End of this chapter)