Man is in the midst of the mysteries of the spirit, and the flesh is infinitely deduced

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Another day has passed.

Deep in the forest.

The scene here is very different from the outskirts of the wilderness.

Perhaps it is because of the existence of spiritual power, the trees in the wild grow extremely tall, and giant trees that several people can hug can be seen everywhere.

After the snow melted, the fallen leaves on the ground were exposed, exuding the fragrance of soil and a smell of decay.

The treetops high up spread out in all directions, forming a huge umbrella canopy.

A group of cultivators in red robes were resting on the branches of a huge ancient tree.

"Friend Ke, how long will it take to find that blessed land?"

A short and fat man with red hair and beard asked a little impatiently.

"Old Zhu, I can't wait any longer."

"Fellow Daoist Zhu, don't panic."

The immortal cultivator named "Ke Yan" said calmly: "Don't be impatient."

"The spiritual disaster has just passed, and it will take some time for the blessed land to appear."

"I have covered this area with a magic circle. Once the blessed land appears, it will be discovered immediately."

Zhu Ming stroked his beard with a smile.

"That's of course the best."

But after saying this, he became a little worried: "Do you think there will be other practitioners competing with us for this opportunity?"

Someone else said with a smile.

"Fellow Daoist Zhu is overthinking."

"Ordinary immortal cultivators don't even know what spiritual disasters are, so how can they know the blessed land after spiritual disasters?"

"They don't even have Daoist Brother Ke's Qi-seeing Immortal Technique, so they can't find it even if they want to."

The man's tone was understated.

"Besides, even if someone dares to fight for it, we can just kill them."

Zhu Ming agreed: "That's true."

With their cultivation level, which is generally in the middle or late stages of foundation building, they can almost walk sideways below the Golden Core stage.

It is impossible for Jindan to appreciate the opportunity of such a blessed land.

Hearing this, Ke Yan spoke again.

"It's better to be careful. Recently, it seems that some cultivators from the Purple Cloud Sect have sneaked in. We have to be on guard."

"Purple Cloud Sect? What do they want to do?"

"Who knows? Maybe he has no good intentions."

After this spiritual disaster, the relationship between the two sects underwent a subtle change.

The overall strength of the Chiyu Sect is slightly inferior to that of the Ziyun Sect, and the losses caused by the spiritual disaster are far more serious than that of the other side.

This caused the Ziyun Sect to become restless.

The relationship between the two sects, which was not friendly to begin with, became increasingly strained, and even a bit tense.

At this moment, Ke Yan suddenly remembered something.

"This morning, Senior Xiang Feng used a sound transmission note to tell me that a murderer who killed his nephew is in the forest around here, and he hopes that we can help and capture him."

"The other party is probably a casual cultivator in the early or middle stages of foundation building."

"After the matter is completed, there will be a generous gift to thank you."

Upon hearing this, Zhu Ming's eyebrows raised.

"Someone actually dared to kill a disciple of my Akabane Sect. How brave!"

The other foundation-building practitioners responded one after another.

"Fellow Daoist Zhu is absolutely right!"

"However, I can handle this kind of thief by myself, so you don't need to worry about it!"

"No, no, no, let me do it."

As they talked, they all had the intention of taking action on their own and taking the credit.

That Xiang Feng was a powerful man who had reached the great perfection of foundation building and was only a step away from breaking through to the golden elixir stage.

His generous gifts or favors were enough to move these people.

Those who can cultivate to the foundation-building stage are all elite humans.

Seeing that they couldn't keep it all to themselves, the group of five quickly worked out a suitable solution.

Ke Yan divided the four centers of the large magic formation in the nearby area among the other four people.

Including myself, they guarded five locations respectively, covered with the spiritual consciousness of the foundation building, and dispersed to search.

If there is any unusual movement at the center of the formation, it means that an external practitioner is approaching.

Whoever is lucky enough to encounter it will get the credit.

They communicate with each other using sound transmission notes.

"Don't underestimate the murderer. If you find him, notify others immediately."

Finally, Ke Yan reminded seriously.

"Yes, yes, I understand."

"Friend Ke is right."

Everyone responded casually, obviously not taking it too seriously.

The foundation-building monks of the Chiyu Sect are always a bit arrogant.

They have completely regarded this credit as theirs.

In this regard, the sober Ke Yan could only sigh silently in his heart.

When people dispersed, Ke Yan's eyelids twitched slightly, and an ominous premonition arose in his consciousness.

"Why do I always feel...that something dangerous is coming?"

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Not long after.

Zhu Ming was flying the flying sword alone, flying under the tree canopy, and couldn't help muttering.

"Alas, Brother Ke Daoyou is good in every way, except that he is too fussy and not straightforward enough."

He felt that Ke Yan was making a fuss out of nothing.

In fact, this is the common mentality of many sect practitioners.

Due to the differences in skills, magic tools, etc., they have almost overwhelming advantages over independent cultivators.

During the Qi training stage, perhaps special methods can be used to overcome it.

But when it comes to foundation building, this gap in strength will be further widened.

Zhu Ming had also heard of Xiang Ren's name.

He is just a person with limited talent and has been excluded.

If it weren’t for a good uncle, I might not even be able to break through the foundation building stage.

It's very simple.

If Xiang Ren was doing well in the Chiyu Sect, why would he go to a small town like Chiyu Manor to covet a family's assets?

"what?"

Suddenly, Zhu Ming's heart skipped a beat and he heard a buzzing sound in his ears.

Turn around and look.

A dark mass rose up from the jungle about ten meters away.

Countless wings flapped, and the entire forest was buzzing.

"Blood Poison Bee!?"

Zhu Ming's expression changed, and he turned and ran away.

In this forest, there are still many beings that even the foundation-building cultivators cannot afford to provoke.

Dense and overwhelming swarms of blood-black wild bees swarmed out of their nests as if they had gone crazy, indiscriminately attacking the surrounding creatures.

Just now, their nest was destroyed by some weirdo.

Any beast surrounded by wild bees would be sucked dry in just two seconds.

A strange fishy-sweet smell emanated from his body.

The blood-poison bee was extremely fast, comparable to a flying sword, and quickly caught up with Zhu Ming.

In desperation, Zhu Ming cast a spell and swung out a palm.

The red flames surged, and countless wild bees were burned to ashes and fell to the ground.

However, there are too many blood-poison bees.

Still rushing towards Zhu Ming in an overwhelming manner.

His actions angered the group of blood-poison bees, making him a target.

Zhu Ming had no choice but to fight and retreat, and his spiritual energy reserves were quickly depleted.

At this moment, he found that the array eye on his chest had a subtle reaction and trembled slightly.

I immediately realized: "Someone is playing tricks!"

With his keen spiritual sense, Zhu Ming quickly locked onto the opponent's position.

With anger boiling in his chest and the harassment from the blood-poison bees, he, who was already impatient, ignored everything and hurriedly chased after the man.

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unconsciously.

Zhu Ming stepped into an exceptionally quiet and deserted forest.

The target that was previously pursued has disappeared.

There seemed to be no sound of insects chirping or beasts roaring in my ears.

Even the wild bees that had been chasing them relentlessly just now seemed a little hesitant and showed a bit of fear.

There was a faint blood-colored mist spreading.

Weird and spooky.

Zhu Ming was horrified.

He quickly took out an exorcism weapon from his storage bag, protected himself with it, and rushed out in a hurry.

Even so, his hair stood on end and cold sweat oozed from his forehead.

A great sense of crisis came from my spiritual consciousness.