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Chapter 312

"Mahayana? That junior said that the head of the sect is only a golden core cultivation base, he can't have fooled you in the mirror, um... Could it be that Tian Chanque also fooled his own disciples?"

Ji Yanzhu asked suspiciously.

Jijie Pen said: "Probably not. If there are Mahayana monks sitting in Tianchan Que, there is no reason to hide here. The aura here is too thin, and even stronger sects look down on them. By the way, the mirror—— "

Jijie Pen turned to Jing Yingrong, "Is this spell hidden?"

Jing Yingrong let out a "hmm" and said again: "And the range is too large, too far away from Tianchan Que, the effect is greatly weakened."

Jisha Sword: "Huh? It means that this spell is not prepared for the people of Tianchanque?"

Jing Yingrong thought for a while, and said: "It is prepared for the people of Tianchanque, but the caster may not want the other party to find out."

Jijie Pen: "Such a large range of spells, plus this spell has the effect of monitoring. In other words, it is very likely that someone is taking care of the sky in the dark."

Ji Yanzhu suddenly said: "Ah, no wonder they can keep the orthodoxy."

Jing Yingrong suddenly looked up at the distant sky.

Two small black dots appeared between the clouds.

She turned her head to look at the eye socket nest, and Yunluo pushed back the cub that was trying to climb out again, and gently brushed its small head.

The cub dozed off, she turned her head, jumped off the branch, and disappeared.

After a few breaths, the two owners of the nest returned with their prey, and the cubs called Jiji swarmed up, pecking at the pile of meat.

The mother noticed the sleeping cub, and lowered her head to wake it up. The cub shook its head, stretched its neck to look out of the nest, and screamed twice in confusion.

Immediately it was attracted by the food, and forgot about the unknown creature just now.It squeezed into its siblings, pecked at the food, but got a foreign object.

The blood-stained piece of cloth was spit aside, and there was still a faint fluctuation of aura on it.The father picked up the piece of cloth and deftly stuffed it into the crevice of the nest.

There are many similar things in the nesting material, and many shiny hedrons.

All come from their prey.

……

There are only about 300 people in Tianchan Que. Excluding some people who have experienced outside, there are even fewer people staying in the door, which makes the whole resident extremely quiet and peaceful.

Jing Yingrong disappeared into Tianchanque's camp, and the mountain guard formation was useless to her.She walked slowly for a long time without meeting a single figure, which shows that there are few people in her sect.

"There is no aura of Jindan monks, and there are only two people in the foundation building period."

Jing Yingrong said in the sea of ​​consciousness.

Ji Yanzhu: "Aren't the head and other elders here? Ah, maybe they are going to recruit apprentices?"

At this time, Jishajian asked suddenly: "Why do I feel that you are very interested in this sect? I haven't seen you like this with other sects."

Hearing this, Jing Yingrong replied unhurriedly: "There are some things I want to know."

While speaking, she approached a row of disciples' abodes, and suddenly a voice came from the corner in front.

"Brother, please think again, staying here will only waste your talent in vain."

Two figures walked towards the Abode one after the other, the one in front looked solemn and hurried, and the one behind trotted to keep up with the pace of the former.

"I heard that the girl from the same village as you, who worshiped at the Kuchan Temple, just broke through to Foundation Establishment a few days ago. Senior brother, your talent is not inferior to her, but now you have just practiced qi to perfection. The difference is the cultivation of the sect. !"

The person behind tried to persuade, while the other frowned.

"The head and a few elders went to Taisui Mountain, and it will take a long time to come back. You should take this opportunity to leave! With your aptitude, it is better to go outside to worship a sect again than to stay here. Alas, at the beginning You shouldn't come here, it's useless to heal your wounds, it's hard to kill a monster..."

"Okay, stop talking!"

The person called Senior Brother interrupted the other party's chattering and complaining, and said angrily, "The heads and the others did not hesitate to go to Taisui Mountain to take risks in order to collect cultivation resources for us, and that's all you said? Do you know that you respect the teacher? How to write a few words?!"

"I……"

"If you want to go, you go, I won't go."

After finishing speaking, the man strode into his room and slammed the door with a "bang", almost bumping his nose into it.

"...I'll go as I go, if it weren't for the tinkling of everything in this poor place, I would have built the foundation long ago, tsk..."

The other party left in a murmur.

Jing Yingrong showed his figure, unfolded the map in his hand, and found out the location of Tai Sui Mountain.

After reading the information on the place, she stepped out, and the next moment she was in the middle of the mountains.

With a sweep of consciousness, his eyes looked in one direction.

In the deep valley and secluded cave there, several monks were fighting fiercely with a monster. In the depths of the cave, a strange grass emitted soft light, reflecting the nearby purple stone wall.

Among those few people, the one with the highest cultivation base was an old man in the late Jindan stage.She is full of hair, full of wrinkles, and looks as old as dying, but her shots are extremely sharp, which shows that she has rich combat experience.

The monster is a level four green-tailed scorpion. Its body is covered with poisonous poison. Those who are not cultivated enough will die if touched by it.

Except for the old man, no one else dared to approach the green-tailed scorpion at all, and the attack methods they used were difficult to break through the opponent's defense, and could only serve as a restraint.However, once someone is injured, someone will treat him with spells immediately, and the injury will heal quickly, and he can continue to fight again.

This is destined to be a long and bitter battle.

Jing Yingrong did not go to the battle site, but flew to another place.

At a very high place on the opposite side of the deep valley, on a rock protruding from the cliff and facing the abyss across the sky, a brocade and blindfolded woman in palace dress stood quietly.

As if aware of someone coming, she turned her face to the direction mirroring Yingrong was coming from, raised her right hand subconsciously, then put it down as if she realized something, and her body that had just become tense also relaxed.

After Jing Yingrong landed on the rocks, she nodded lightly and smiled slightly: "Senior, long time no see."

Jing Yingrong nodded in response, and then cut to the chase: "Are you that Tianchanque disciple who fell in love with a monster?"

This is hardly a question, because there is really not much question in the words.

The woman was taken aback for a moment, then smiled and said, "Yes, I am."

Jing Yingrong: "Are the rumors about that incident true?"

The woman answered simply: "It is generally true."

Jing Yingrong: "Why do you follow Yinshan?"

The smile on the woman's lips faded, and she said softly but decisively: "I don't want to tell others about my private affairs, senior, please forgive me."

Jing Yingrong nodded, and changed the subject: "You are Yinshan's subordinate, and your cultivation level is not low, so you should be highly valued. Doing things for her will inevitably harm the interests of the human race; she personally went to the Dead Sea to rescue you, and she treats you like a Not thin. Then—"

When she said this, the woman listened very intently, so when she asked the last question, the woman was [-]% astonished.

"—Do you regard her as the same kind, yourself as a demon race, or do you regard her as a human race?"

(End of this chapter)