Qinghe Immortal Clan.

Chapter 905: Falling into a Trap, a Pot of Spiritual Tea

When Song Qingming saw the jade token that Wang Lingji suddenly took out, he was slightly stunned, but did not reach out to take it.

"Fellow Daoist, you just said that there is always a way out, why did you give me these things? Could it be that you have changed your mind and no longer have confidence in our escape?"

Hearing what Song Qingming said, Wang Lingji immediately smiled and shook his head.

"Fellow Daoist Song, you have misunderstood. How could Wang be such a hypocritical person?

But I am a person who always leaves some room for myself when doing things.

As I said just now, the things in here are just some techniques and cultivation experiences, not some precious spiritual objects.

Regardless of whether we can escape successfully tomorrow, these are all things I have prepared for, and I am not telling you my last words. "

Song Qingming nodded slightly after hearing this, and after taking the jade token from Wang Lingji, he said to him:

"In that case, fellow Taoist, please promise me a small favor.

If I can't go back, please help me send a letter to Weiguo Xiaoyao Sect and inform my clansmen about this matter."

"Fellow Daoist Song has now become a life-and-death friend of mine. If there is such an opportunity, even if you don't say it, I will definitely do it."

After they finished talking, they smiled at each other, and then hurried to meditate to recover their magic power.

The next morning, just as the sky was getting light, two rays of light left the mountains in front of them and merged into the white clouds in the sky.

At this moment, tens of thousands of miles away, on another high mountain full of paulownia trees, dozens of beams of light were rapidly passing towards the top of the mountain.

On the top of the tallest paulownia tree on the mountain, a woman in red was looking at the many figures flying in the distance, with a strange look on her face.

"Has anything happened recently? Why did the people from Xianfeng City's Law Enforcement Hall suddenly go out?"

“Reporting to Your Highness, I heard in the city yesterday that it seemed that many outsiders had intruded into the territory of Your Highness Zifeng in the south.

It is said that the people who came this time were human cultivators, who not only stole things from Princess Zifeng, but also injured many of her subordinates.

Even Senior Bai Ling was seriously injured and has been sent back to Xianhuang City for treatment."

Hearing the answer from a large green bird not far away, the red-clothed woman's expression changed slightly, and there was a hint of doubt in her expression.

"The human monks also injured Bai Ling. It seems that these people are quite powerful!"

After the woman in red finished speaking, she stood there in silence for a moment before turning around and leaving the treetop.

Thousands of miles away in the sky, Song Qingming and Wang Lingji were using the "Phantom Boat" to hide their bodies and head westward.

Although they had fought several battles before, both of them suffered some injuries.

However, after a night of rest, Song Qingming has almost recovered.

It's just that Wang Lingji had damaged his meridians due to excessive consumption of his magic power yesterday. Even though he had taken healing pills, there was still a hint of paleness on his face.

Because they had to cast spells to hide their bodies and try their best to avoid harassment from low-level monsters nearby, Song Qingming and his companions were not traveling very fast in controlling the flying boat.

Fortunately, although the two encountered many monsters along the way, there was no demon king among them, nor did they encounter any monsters with particularly keen sense of smell.

The two men headed westward, walking about five or six thousand miles.

Seeing that there were not many monsters around and the sky was gradually darkening, Song Qingming finally changed the direction of the "Phantom Boat".

He began to move south, trying to get out of the territory of the "Tianfeng Clan" and then meet up with Xia Mo and the others.

The two of them were walking smoothly until the night gradually fell and the front began to become pitch black. Only then did Song Qingming's face begin to show a little nervousness.

In such a dark night, in order to control the direction just right and not go the wrong way, Song Qingming could only release his spiritual sense to explore the front of the flying boat.

In this situation, if a monster with a powerful spiritual sense suddenly appears in front of them, Song Qingming and the others may be discovered by the monster before they have time to retract their own spiritual sense.

After walking about two thousand miles, Song Qingming's spiritual sense suddenly sensed a large group of monsters flying towards the front. He quickly withdrew his spiritual sense and controlled the flying boat to land directly on the mountains below.

After a while, there was a noisy sound of flapping wings overhead, and the monsters quickly flew over the two men's heads and headed north.

Song Qingming was nervous for a moment, but only breathed a sigh of relief and continued on his way when the breath of the monsters completely disappeared.

Even monsters like the Feathered Tribe would not normally choose to travel on such a large scale at night.

Seeing these monsters appear here, Song Qingming and Wang Lingji knew in their hearts that they were most likely here to search for them.

Now, the closer they get to the border of the "Tianfeng Clan" territory, the more feathered monsters they encounter, searching around them.

At this moment, if I don’t find a way to escape under the cover of night.

Once it reaches dawn, the number of these patrolling monsters will probably increase exponentially, and it will be even more difficult to escape.

After bypassing several waves of patrolling monsters, Song Qingming and his companions finally arrived at the southern border area. If they flew forward for another hundred miles, they would almost be able to successfully leave the territory of the "Tianfeng Clan".

However, the closer it got to this time, the more nervous Song Qingming became, and his eyes were fixed on the darkness ahead.

Just as the two of them passed a hill below, Song Qingming's spiritual sense covering the surroundings suddenly felt a powerful aura coming from below that was no weaker than his own. His face immediately changed and he stopped.

Just as Song Qingming was about to turn around and leave the place, a flash of light suddenly came from below, followed by a voice that reached his ears.

"Which brat is running around here? Doesn't he know that this area has been blocked?"

After hearing this voice, Song Qingming and Wang Lingji beside him looked at each other, and in the blink of an eye, they made a decision together.

Song Qingming put away the flying boat under his feet, and then his body changed and turned into a giant gray bird more than ten feet tall. It was a late Jindan demon beast that they had seen on the way here.

Song Qingming learned this art of changing body shape from Long Feng.

After so many years of careful research, Song Qingming has successfully cultivated this spell to perfection.

Although it is not certain that this spell can completely conceal the consciousness of cultivators of the same level, but with the cover of night, it should be difficult for the opponent to detect the flaws in a short period of time.

Wang Lingji, who was standing aside, cast a spell to activate a "green bronze mirror" to conceal his own aura, and then hid directly under the feet of the giant gray bird transformed by Song Qingming.

The two had just finished doing all this when they saw a flash of light below, and a middle-aged man in a long gown with somewhat gray hair appeared about ten feet in front of Song Qingming.

The aura of the person who came was not much different from that of Wang Lingji, and he was also a third-level Nascent Soul cultivator.

When he saw the other party, Song Qingming hurriedly pretended to be a demon cultivator seeing a strong man, bowed his head and saluted the other party.

“Greetings, ancestor.

Someone just reported that a formation of human cultivators was found on a mountain behind us. I came here specially to report the news to the ancestor."

"The formation of the human cultivators must be the two people who escaped. Take me over to take a look!"

Hearing Song Qingming's report, the man in the long gown smiled slightly, and moved closer to Song Qingming, ready to go with him to find the human cultivator's magic circle.

But just as he approached not far in front of Song Qingming, the man in the long gown's expression suddenly changed, and he looked at the other party with a strange look.

At this moment, a sharp sword light flew out from under Song Qingming's feet, heading straight for the chest of the man in the long gown, and arrived in front of him in the blink of an eye.

Only a crisp sound was heard, and the man in the long gown was instantly knocked away by the golden sword light.

"go!"

Seeing that Wang Lingji hit the opponent with his sword, Song Qingming did not hesitate. He immediately turned into two beams of light and fled quickly forward with the other two.

But just when they flashed and flew out less than a few dozen feet away, a dozen white lights suddenly flew from behind and caught up with Song Qingming and the others in the blink of an eye.

I saw that the dozen or so white spiritual lights, under the control of the old man in the long gown behind him, were like white ropes that entangled Song Qingming and Wang Lingji's feet and pulled them directly into the air.

At this time, the old man in long gown at the other end of the white rope took out a ball that had been broken into two halves from his body, and turned his cold eyes to look at Song Qingming and the others.

"Humph! Good boy, you actually know the shapeshifting technique of our demon race.

However, you think you can launch a sneak attack on a Nascent Soul cultivator like me by relying on this little trick? You are underestimating me too much!
I originally wanted to come here just to be lazy, but I didn't expect you would actually fall into my trap. It seems that I am lucky today and can make another contribution."

Seeing that the man in the long gown not far away had only broken a magic weapon and there was no damage on his body, Song Qingming and Wang Lingji both showed a bit of surprise on their faces.

As expected, the Demon King who has reached the Nascent Soul stage is not so easy to deal with. Trying to use tricks to escape is really underestimating the opponent.

Seeing this, Song Qingming sighed slightly and cast a spell to take out the "Lihuo Chixin Sword" from his body.

"If you want to make a contribution, your ability alone may not be enough!"

As soon as he finished speaking, several red sword lights appeared beside Song Qingming, cutting off all the white ropes on his body.

At the same time, Wang Lingji on the other side also activated the magic weapon on his body and escaped from the trouble in a moment.

Just as the two of them had just cut the rope, the man in the long gown threw out a "green cloth bag" in his hand. A gust of wind immediately blew out of the bag, directly sucking Song Qingming and the other man into it.

The strong wind was extremely fast, accompanied by a deafening whistling sound, and soon blew Song Qingming and the other person in the center of the room, causing them to sway continuously.

Seeing that the two were about to fall, Wang Lingji immediately took out a white spherical magic weapon and placed it on top of their heads. A white light covered the two of them, and Song Qingming immediately felt the strong wind around him weaken, and he exhaled slightly.

But before they could breathe a sigh of relief, a round porcelain bottle appeared in the hand of a man in a long gown not far away. A ray of lightning flew out of the bottle and instantly merged into the "green cloth bag" in front of him.

The next moment, a flash of white light suddenly appeared in the strong wind that trapped Song Qingming and the other two, and there was a sound of lightning and thunder.

Generally, when demon cultivators fight, they mostly rely on their innate magical powers and strong physical bodies to defeat the enemy.

As the demon cultivators are not good at refining magic weapons, even an average demon king only has one or two at most.

Seeing the man in the long gown taking out so many high-level magic weapons one after another, Song Qingming and Wang Lingji were slightly surprised. It was the first time they saw a Nascent Soul master among the demon cultivators who was so good at controlling magic weapons.

Seeing that the other party had trapped the two of them, and the huge noise of the fight had attracted many low-level monsters in the distance, Song Qingming immediately spoke to Wang Lingji, who was still resisting the lightning attack:

"Friend Wang, I will deal with these lightning bolts. You quickly find a way to break out of the restriction."

After saying that, a black oil lamp suddenly appeared in Song Qingming's hand. Under his spell, it flew into the air and absorbed all the white lightning that was attacking from nearby.

Seeing that Song Qingming had broken the threat of lightning in the strong wind, Wang Lingji's face suddenly lit up with joy. He held the white ball and took Song Qingming to the edge of the strong wind.

Soon, two figures passed through the wind wall and appeared outside.

Seeing that Song Qingming and the other two had escaped so quickly, the man in the long gown showed some surprise on his face. He immediately controlled the strong wind and chased after them, wanting to continue blocking their way.

But Song Qingming and Wang Lingji obviously didn't want to give him this opportunity again.

Wang Lingji first cast a spell quickly with his hand, urging the "white ball" above his head to block the strong wind from behind and prevent it from approaching the two.

Afterwards, while the other party was fighting with Wang Lingji, Song Qingming cast a spell to absorb all the lightning collected by the "Seven-Colored Lightning Lamp" that was shining in front of him into his right hand.

The next moment, a white spear flashing with lightning gathered in Song Qingming's hand.

I saw that the lightning was fierce and there were bursts of crackling sounds.

"go with!"

After a light utterance, the "white spear" in Song Qingming's hand quickly rushed towards the other party.

Feeling the familiar lightning on the white spear, the man in the long gown's face changed immediately, and he hurriedly urged the "green cloth bag" beside him to blow out a wall of wind to block himself.

In the blink of an eye, the "white spear" was already in front of the man in the long gown.

There was a loud "boom!" and the white lightning instantly engulfed the man in the long gown.

"Come on!"

Seeing that his attack had hit the opponent solidly, Song Qingming and Wang Lingji immediately turned around and transformed into two beams of light, bypassing the low-level monster in front and escaping into the distance.

Not long after they left the battlefield, the white lightning gradually disappeared.

As for the man in the long gown, not only was there a big hole in the "green cloth bag" in his hand, but even his entire clothes had turned black, and there were traces of black blood flowing out from many places.

Looking at the damaged "green cloth bag" in his hand, a fierce look suddenly appeared in the eyes of the man in the long gown. Regardless of his own injuries, he immediately flashed behind Song Qingming and the others.

Song Qingming and the other man had just left the man in the long gown behind them, and before they could be happy for long, a powerful aura suddenly came quickly towards the battlefield from the front.

In the distance, the demon man in long robes saw the reinforcements coming and a smile suddenly appeared on his face.

"Friend Wang, let's go our separate ways. Don't forget what I entrusted to you!"

Feeling that the situation ahead was not good, Song Qingming decisively sent a message to the ear of Wang Lingji beside him, and then, before the other party could respond, he immediately turned around and fled to the side and front.

Seeing this scene, Wang Lingji immediately understood what the other party meant and immediately changed his direction.

They were able to escape the obstruction of the man in the long gown just now only because he was alone, and the two of them worked together to barely repel the man in the long gown.

But if a demon clan Nascent Soul master is added, there will also be those annoying low-level demon beasts nearby to help.

Once they are blocked by the opponent and the two sides engage in a head-on fight, Song Qingming and his team will definitely not have a chance to escape in a short period of time.

Choosing to act separately at this moment is to see what the other party will choose. After all, there is only one Nascent Soul cultivator ahead, and it is unlikely that he will have the opportunity to split himself up and stop both of them at the same time.

It is only a dozen miles ahead to escape from the territory of the "Tianfeng Clan". As long as we are not blocked, there is still great hope of escaping from here.

If another person is targeted, whether he can have a chance to escape successfully depends on his own ability.

Now that it has come to this, instead of being blocked head-on at the same time, it would be better to choose to escape separately, which would also increase a glimmer of hope for both of us to escape.

Seeing that Song Qingming and the other person had already separated, the Demon King who was chasing them from the front hesitated for a moment, and then decided to go and intercept one of them.

The man in the long gown who was chasing from behind, followed the other man tacitly. It was obvious that neither of them wanted to let Song Qingming and the other two go.

He had just run less than ten miles when he saw a figure coming towards him from the south.

Song Qingming secretly sighed that his luck was a bit bad. In order to increase the distance between him and the opponent, he had to change direction again and continue to go west.

After escaping for more than ten miles in one breath, Song Qingming turned around and found that the figure on his body was still chasing him.

Not far in front of him, a large group of monsters appeared and surrounded him.

Seeing this scene, Song Qingming's face once again showed an ugly expression. He could only desperately cast a spell to urge the flying boat under his feet to turn around and flee to the north again.

Just as Song Qingming changed direction as expected and passed by not far in front of him.

Not far behind him, a big man in black who was chasing him suddenly had a strange look in his eyes.
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The "Floating Cloud Mountains" are the world of immortal cultivation, in the Chiyun Mountains.

Huang Siyuan, who was meditating in a cave on the top of the mountain, suddenly felt uneasy and opened her eyes with a strange look on her face.

After sighing slightly, Huang Siyuan immediately cast a spell to retrieve the spiritual energy, ended her practice, and stood up.

After sitting down at a stone table nearby, Huang Siyuan's eyes fell on a letter on the table. She raised her jade hand lightly and took the letter into her hand.

This letter was left by Song Qingming for Huang Siyuan who was still in seclusion when he left a few months ago.

It does not say where he went, what he did, or when he might return.

He just gave a simple instruction that if anything happened in "Chiyun Mountain", he should let Huang Siyuan go to his cave quickly and activate the sound transmission note that was used to contact the sect separately to ask for help.

In the past, every time Song Qingming left for something, he would actually leave a similar letter for Huang Siyuan.

But for some reason, this time, when Huang Siyuan held the letter in her hand and read the few lines of words on it, she always felt a little uneasy.

After sitting at the stone table in a daze for a long time, Huang Siyuan put away the letter in her hand, stood up and walked out of her cave.

After walking down from the top of the mountain, Huang Siyuan soon arrived at the "Chiyunfang" at the foot of the mountain.

After following Song Qingming to move to "Chiyun Mountain", Huang Siyuan rarely came to the market at the foot of the mountain to hang out because she had been in seclusion on the top of the mountain for a long time.

She restrained her breath and walked alone in the market, which attracted the attention of too many monks nearby.

The cultivators and pedestrians coming and going on the street had no idea that the person standing not far from them might be a high and mighty Jindan ancestor who lived on the top of "Chiyun Mountain".

As she walked, Huang Siyuan came to an extremely ordinary teahouse in a street alley and looked inside.

I saw a kind-looking old man brewing tea in front of a fire in the store, and a young waiter not far away was greeting the two few tables of guests in the store with a smile on his face.

"Sir, do you want to come into the store and taste tea?"

Just as Huang Siyuan was searching the store carefully, a sudden voice beside her suddenly woke her up.

Hearing this, Huang Siyuan turned around and saw that it was the old man who was making tea in the store who was looking at her with a smile on his face.

After nodding slightly, Huang Siyuan took the initiative to walk into the shop with the sign that read "Li's Teahouse".

Seeing a new customer coming in, the young waiter with a handsome appearance hurriedly came up to greet him with a warm look on his face and took Huang Siyuan to a seat next to him which was separated by a screen.

Afterwards, the waiter began to tidy up the tables and chairs, which were already very clean, until they were spotless. Then he smiled and invited Huang Siyuan to sit down.

"Sir, what kind of tea would you like to taste? We have the best Cuifeng, Qinglongjing and Jinwu tea that has just been picked from the mountain.

Although our shop is small, the tea we make is no worse than those in the restaurants on the street, and the price is also much cheaper than theirs."

Hearing the waiter's endless introduction, Huang Siyuan nodded slightly, then pointed to one of the stoves that were brewing tea not far away.

"I want the third pot of tea on the left. Just bring it over to me after it's done. I have the tea set right here. No need to bother!"

"Ah! This..."

Hearing Huang Siyuan's direct request, the guy, who was only in the Qi Refining Stage, looked at the spiritual tea brewing on the fire not far away, and suddenly a look of embarrassment appeared on his face.

"What's wrong? Isn't this tea for sale?"

(End of this chapter)