Ji Xuan took out one of the four male corpses that had not been processed for a long time from the storage ring, and murmured in his heart: The corpse is beautiful, good-looking, and kept fresh, so it won't expose anything?
It seems like there’s nothing to expose?
System: "Your senior sister wanted to ask you a question, but the time was not right, so she didn't ask."
Ji Xuan nodded, which was understandable. It was indeed a bit excessive to carry it with him.
She tied a rope around the body's waist, protected the body with spiritual power, and imitated the way a real person would approach an ink block, sending the body into the floating ink.
With the eyesight of a Qi training disciple, the ink block was actually only the size of a palm, but the corpse covered it, the light and shadow were distorted, and it disappeared directly.
The rope near the ink block deformed and twisted, was cut into two pieces, and fell into the soul liquid.
Ji Xuan put away the rope silently.
"Maybe it's the anchor point." An Jingbai guessed, "The fixed transmission channel, if you're lucky, is two-way. Judging from the current situation, it's quite stable - now, we really want to arrest people."
Ji Xuan nodded and found that his acceptance level was actually very high.
Most of the Qi Practitioners followed their actions. Now, some disciples with their magic weapons floating on the water were scattered in the distance, about twenty or so.
Not all monks know this skill, not everyone can afford a magic weapon for transportation, and not everyone can buy it.
After all, everyone has a spiritual beast at their disposal, and those are the gold-swallowing beasts that really require teething spirit stones and contribution points. Their legs and wings are not in vain.
Qi training disciples who can sneak in and participate in the formation ceremony of the alchemy monks have a relatively high rate of appearance of walking magic weapons.
Among the qi training disciples, this group of people can be considered a relatively good group. They are fortunate enough to experience a danger with the Danjie monks and the Danjie monks.
An Jingbai's eyes turned to his fellow Taoists not far away, and he was so generous that he was willing to be the villain for his junior sisters.
She scanned twenty people with her spiritual power and found that most of the monks had similar cultivation levels to hers, some had higher cultivation levels than herself, and occasionally there were people with lower spiritual power than hers.
Scattered everywhere, but also piled up.
An Jingbai's consciousness picked out the shabbiest magic weapon among those with lower cultivation than hers, circled it several times, and finally took it back reluctantly.
Forget it, there is no need to break up with yourself now.
If you really encounter someone who resists fiercely, fighting is a waste of spiritual energy, and spiritual energy is to extend your life.
"Junior sister." An Jingbai said, blatantly adding amplification to his voice, without concealing his intentionality.
"This ink must be the key point. Since the doll can pass through, then the human body must be able to pass through. The cross section of this rope is neat. Only when the teleportation array is activated, the formation splits the space inside and outside, can the rope cause such a smooth wound. According to me Look, this floating ink is so abnormal, even if it is not the exit of this formation, it is also the eye of the formation. One of the two must be chosen."
Ji Xuan cooperated: "Senior sister is right. The way for us to leave is hidden in the world behind the ink block. The road to survival has been opened. It just depends on how we seize the opportunity and escape from here."
The two of them acted out each other's words for a while, and before An Jiayi couldn't help but start arresting people, they finally tricked other monks into participating.
Strictly speaking, it's not a scam.
She was the first monk she met on the road. Her sword was floating on the surface of the Soul River, and her spiritual sword was wrapped in a layer of spiritual power. There was a half-dead male cultivator tied up and arranged by her, and the two of them approached the boat together.
Fully automated courier.
The art of sword control, floating on the water, consumes less spiritual power than completely flying in the air.
An Jingbai stopped talking, put away his amplification technique, and waited for them to approach.
"Sister."
The female nun stopped beside the side of the boat and expressed her intention.
"My friend realizes that his life is not long and he is in danger. He urgently needs to find a way out. I am willing to find it for everyone."
The people on the boat stared at her. The female nun obviously had something to say.
The female nun's expression remained unchanged: "However, the risk of this matter is extremely high. Although my friend has a compassionate heart, he cannot let others take advantage of him."
The male cultivator closed his eyes and fell on the back of the broad sword, not knowing whether he was alive or dead.
An Jing Baiquan thought that he was blind and did not ask the male cultivator's origins or whether it was really voluntary. He just asked:
"What do you mean, junior sister?"
Female cultivator: "The situation is critical and I can't blame anyone else. Junior brother is a close friend of mine, so he is willing to go through fire and water for me, no matter what. If senior sister allows me to board the ship and wait for news about him, I will make him go there with peace of mind. In addition, senior sister, If there is a teleportation stone, we can give him one, which will save us a lot of subsequent expenses and make us feel more at ease."
Once this person is caught, there is no guarantee that he will be the next one. If he continues to catch him like this, there will be a day when he will not be able to bring in new people. End it early and feel relieved early.
An Jingbai: "I do carry a teleportation stone, which I can give as a gift to my junior brother, but whether it will be useful or not is still unknown. As for fellow Taoist..."
She pretended to be hesitant and asked Jiang Nian, "What does Junior Sister Jiang mean?"
This was purely a Tai Chi exercise. Ji Xuan felt guilty when he heard this: "The quality of this boat is mediocre and can only be ridden by two people. In order to save me, senior sister fished me out. Such a great kindness will be unforgettable."
"Senior Sister An, this junior sister does have a reason for being here. I wonder if Senior Sister An has any other ways to help junior sister? If not, I have a breeding pot for growing large aquatic spiritual plants. If junior sister doesn't mind and doesn't move it, , maintaining it on the water consumes less spiritual power than the fairy sword, so you can lend it to your junior sister."
An Jingbai: "I can't protect myself, and there really is no good way. If fellow Taoist fellows don't mind, why not try my junior sister's method?"
The female cultivator looked at the three clearly visible seats in the boat and said directly without pointing out:
"Deal, give it to me."
Ji Xuan took out the super large flowerpot prepared for the water banyan tree and threw it to the female cultivator.
The female cultivator picked up the male cultivator's body, woke him up, and handed him to the boat.
She said: "Hurry up, we can't hold it anymore."
Ji Xuan nodded, tied the male cultivator's waist with a rope again, fitted him with a shadow transfer stone, and prepared to send it to the ink block that had expanded to half a person's size.
An Jingbai adjusted the tightness of the knot: "After you pass, find your way back to the same place and tell us truthfully what you saw, you know?"
"The material escaping over there is a breeding ground for ghosts and monsters. It's not a blue-green spring, but it's definitely not a good place. With your ability, the best way out is to come back and seek our help."
The male cultivator was not very conscious yet, but he still remembered the tragic scene when he fell into a trap at the wedding. He twitched his shoulders in horror and wanted to turn over and crawl away.
An Jia also kicked him on the head, knocking his head back with a buzzing sound.
Ji Xuan squatted down and got close to the male cultivator's face, with his head about half a meter directly above him. He passed An Jingbai's spiritual sword, unsheathed the sword, and pressed it against his throat:
"Be honest, you'd better hope to come back there."
The male cultivator's Adam's apple twitched, his pale face allowed her to move, and he was forced to fall into the ink.
The water twisted, the rope broke, and the male cultivator's body disappeared.
