"Is there any news from my master?" Jifeng asked after mentioning Qinghe.

"Don't worry, this guy doesn't die so easily." Jifeng said with his expression unchanged.

Qinghe is one step away from transforming into a god, and has the incarnation of the Cave Jade Bone in his hand, and with the sect's inherited spiritual treasure Mingyu Yuan light mirror, the god-transforming cultivator may not be able to keep him. Besides, Qinghe's life lamp in the sect is still as bright as a star, which means that his condition is not better.

Du Yu wanted to divert his master's attention, but how could Jifeng not see it?

He then said: "What Qin Xiangshan practiced is "Xingdi Jue". This kind of strange technique is different from the methods we practice today. Five disadvantages and three shortcomings, four abandonment and two disasters, from ancient times to the present, few Xiangshan masters can avoid disasters. Qin Xiangshan died at the hands of Qin Feng, and he will only suffer disasters. When you practice to this point, you will naturally know more."

"By the way, is there any news coming from Wanjian Sect?" Jifeng suddenly stopped and asked.

"Yu Xing has been practicing in seclusion for the past few years, everything else is normal, no trace of Mu Ji Sanren was found!" Du Yu said slowly.

The Nascent Soul monk's life spans a long life, and sometimes he feels something. It is normal to stay in seclusion for a few years or decades. In some worldly scripts, it says that the fairies in the sky fell to earth and fell in love with mortals, but this is just a mortal's imagination after all. Sometimes a high-level monk can stay in seclusion for a lifetime, let alone immortals?

Even if there is, it is just a game of worldly affairs, laughing for a lifetime, and I don’t know it at all!

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On an unknown island in the South China Sea, a monk in black robe slowly fell from the sky on one of the sparse hills.

He brushed his sleeves, and red smoke rolled around about a twelve feet away from his front. A double-headed mountain ghost jumped out of it, but it had many charred black spots on its body, and dozens of thin wounds, rolling up blood and flesh, looking quite embarrassed. It emitted a dark halo around it, and gradually a bloody scar was cracked from the middle of the two heads on both sides. There were thin bloodstains intertwined in the middle, slowly separated in the black light.

‘Da da da…’

Bloodshots broke one by one. After a cup of tea, two mountain ghosts with sharp foreheads and black faces were lying on the ground.

"I was actually injured by such a fool, I was just a fool." Qin Feng took off his mask and said indifferently.

The mountain ghosts who separated were even weaker. Under Qin Feng's scolding, they did not dare to let out a slight wail, but just knelt on the ground and kowtowed repeatedly.

"Go to heal yourself." Qin Feng looked at the mountain ghost on the ground and popped out two red spirit pills casually.

"Thank you, Master!" the mountain ghost said hoarsely. They quickly grabbed the pills on the ground and swallowed them together with the weeds and ashes. Then they tiptoed to the side quietly and went to heal themselves.

Qin Feng looked into the distance and chuckled for some reason. He stepped on it twice, and a yellow light of inspiration rose around him, and in an instant, he completely hid his figure.

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Three days later, the sea area near Nanxiao City was calm.

On the sea, a shocking rainbow drove rapidly, rolling up white waves, and flew away in a blink of an eye, leaving only waves, gradually moving away.

In the red light, in addition to the true Lord Jifeng wearing a gray Taoist robe, there was also Zhang Shiping wearing a blue shirt. At dawn today, a foundation-building monk who had been used to perform the secret method of ecstasy came to the palace of Xuanyuan Sect and delivered an invitation.
Chapter completed!