"When they go through the experience of the formation, I will definitely need a few more warrior ghosts with complete intelligence."
Facing the Silkworm Fairy of his own faction, Taoist Master Minghe doesn't mind sharing happiness.
"I have always been reluctant to spend money. Now I have caught up. It's not too late to be happy. Lingcan, you can go ahead."
Fairy Spirit Silkworm went to the place where the body of the Qi Practitioner was found, quietly broke through the restrictions, and sank into the formation, among all the ghosts.
Before he landed, thousands of spiritual silkworms suddenly appeared on both sides of him. White, greasy worms crawled out from his back, spreading around under the influence of spiritual power, killing ghosts when they encountered them.
For a time, there were endless howls of ghosts.
After the scene was cleared, the swarm of spiritual silkworms opened their mouths one by one, spitting out colorful threads.
Colorful silk threads mixed with white were spread out near this place, within a radius of tens of meters, and a wall made of silk was spread out.
These silks are silks stored in the body of spiritual silkworms. They are not spit out temporarily. They can be recycled and used repeatedly, or they can be smelted by watering and smelting with various materials.
Protecting the law in this way and protecting the outside can ensure that the environment outside the space cracks or teleportation points that exist somewhere is safe.
Fairy Lingcan's move was intended to sell well to the remaining Qingmulg Peak monks and other guests.
Unless Qin Sang was seriously injured, she would not be able to use this method. But this grand banquet does have the intention of making a wide range of friends.
Those who marry into the mountains are married and they are still alive. This trivial matter does not matter to the forces behind it. On the other hand, the other guests always have to show off their posture.
It is impossible to compensate. They all came to the immortal world to attend the banquet. The immortals gathered together, so they should have some awareness of unexpected events.
The Silkworm Fairy thought for a while, and then weaved the silk into several palm-sized and jade slip-shaped "silk business cards" and threw them into the air, silently floating around with the ghostly aura.
After he had done all this, he felt that everything was in order, fulfilled his obligations, and flew back to Taoist Master Minghe.
*
Ji Xuan and the other four people on the Soul River waited for a long time for the male cultivator to be pushed away. Ink Block also showed no response, and the hope in their hearts could not help but fall back one by one.
If the male cultivator didn't have a death wish and wanted to drag them into the water no matter what, then the only thing that could happen was that this teleportation point couldn't teleport in both directions.
Or the place opposite is extremely dangerous. The male cultivator could not find a place to return and died.
The faces of several people were not good-looking, and they were relatively speechless for a while, and the atmosphere was stagnant.
The female cultivator who brought the people here joined halfway. She felt that she was outside the small group, but she was proactive and said:
"I said, I can arrest more people, but do you still want them?"
An Jingbai's face was solemn, and he said without distinguishing emotion or anger: "If there is no movement, then we can only find someone to try again."
Ji Xuan took over: "It really can't be done. I have to go there in person. If something unexpected happens, it will be bad luck."
Although the atmosphere was dull, it was not extreme. After all, the most dangerous steps had already been tested by mice for them, and there were sufficient reserves.
They on the ship now belong to the "privileged class".
Just when An Jingbai finally couldn't hold it any longer and wanted to instruct the female cultivator to arrest another person, the ink block suddenly moved.
The black spot suddenly shook and twitched, and then, a jade slip of strange material floated out from it and sank downwards.
An Jia also hurriedly took action and fished the things onto the boat.
It is a regular rectangular ball of thread with a solid texture and smooth lines. Although it has been touched by the soul liquid, it has not been broken down at the moment.
Ji Xuan vaguely felt that the spiritual power fluctuations on this object were slightly familiar, but he couldn't recognize the person for a moment. Which monk was it specifically?
She asked curiously: "Is this a token? Where does it come from?"
The thread may also be a derivative of the next door, coming from the outside world, or...
The female cultivator beamed with joy: "It must be a sect token! This sign looks exactly like the sect's warrant, and it's not offensive. I won't do anything except for the sect's rescue."
And this thread was obviously spun by the peak master's spiritual silkworm, and she had seen it many times on Green Mulberry Peak.
The female cultivator looked excited and said: "We are saved."
Ji Xuan did not have her confidence and said bluntly: "If you are so sure, why not try it for us."
The female cultivator was very confident in her own eyesight, and she had just had a fight and her spiritual power had bottomed out, so she had no other choice.
I had pretended to be brave in front of these people before, but that was because I was fierce but inwardly, and I was worried that I would be beaten when I went back.
Female nun: "Just try it."
As she spoke, her aura surged, covering her whole body. She jumped up from the flower pot and fell directly onto the ink block.
Ji Xuan: "???"
is it necessary?
That's all she said.
Looking around, there were more than thirty Qi Refining monks at the wedding, but now there were only a dozen left.
People without magic weapons have already fallen into the sea of souls, and there is no possibility of survival; and some people with magic weapons can no longer support their spiritual power.
Spiritual power cannot wrap around the magic weapon, and sooner or later it will be doomed.
Only their spiritual power is relatively rich.
An Jiayi: "Do you want to do it?"
An Jingbai hesitated.
Ji Xuan: "It's useless to catch him. He can't come back after he has passed. All he has to do is risk his life. The junior sister just now is not a reckless person. She suddenly changed her mind. There must be something hidden on this jade slip that we will not Clues to see through.”
She gritted her teeth and made a decision in an instant.
After all, people who have more than one life must always be more decisive in doing things.
"I'll go first, senior sisters." Ji Xuan said, "It's useless to talk more. Wish me good luck."
Affected by her, An Jingbai also gave up other thoughts: "Go ahead, I wish you good luck, we will be there soon."
Ji Xuan smiled, aimed at the ink block like the female cultivator, and fell into the water.
"thump."
The long-term exhaustion weakened the pain caused by crossing the space rift, and the twisted nerves caused her to have a splitting headache and lose consciousness.
Half an hour later.
There seemed to be something moving on the face, and there was a smooth feeling.
It wasn't too obvious, but for some reason, it still seemed very clear amidst all the fatigue and pain. Ji Xuan seemed to be summoned to wake up.
Heavy eyelids lifted.
There was a cave in front of him, the light was dim, and the fence of the shaky cave wall path was in the middle of the field of vision.
"you're awake?"
From the left, a weak voice came.
Ji Xuan struggled to get up and turned to look. Sure enough, it was the female cultivator who jumped into the ink first.
"Wake up." Ji Xuan said, she heard her own voice was low and hoarse, "Where is this?"
Moving her fingers, she condensed some water and drank it to moisten her throat.
"I don't know, Ten Thousand Ghosts Peak." The female cultivator collapsed on the ground without a proper shape, mouthing behind Ji Xuan, "Well, your senior sisters are over there."
