Chapter 169: Out of the Gate, I am Qi Ai

"What's wrong?"

The woman in green is very perceptive.

"Someone is coming, we have to speed up." said the man in gray.

The woman in green frowned and asked, "Did that person break the barrier you created?"

"Yeah." said the man in gray.

"Who is that person who can accomplish this in such a short time?" said the woman in green.

The man in gray said nothing, just looked into the distance.

"Perhaps... it will be a variable."

He said softly.

The mountains are covered with green. Deep in the Cangshan Mountains, a simple thatched cottage finally appeared in front of the two people.

There are clusters of dead trees and gurgling water. Mu Hanshan's bloodstains could be vaguely seen on the road.

This is where Mo Jing is hiding.

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“Is copy and paste done?”

"Almost there! Only 10 percent left... Alright!"

The barrier was originally set up by a mysterious person, and at this moment, its management authority has been transferred to Ning Mingmei.

This is a barrier set up by a cultivator in the Spirit Transformation Stage, which can trap everyone in Dongji Mountain.

Ning Mingmei stared at the energy simulation diagram of the barrier for a while and said, "Go to the next one."

The next formation point is deep in the valley.

Jiang Yourong was nervous. Old Seventeen was worried. Only Lian Chengyue was extremely excited.

The smell of this place... made him feel very pleasant.

It smelled so good that he even read the runes on MATLAB faster.

A very familiar, nostalgic feeling. Just like when he was in Yedi, he followed Ning Mingmei and others. Even if you are bedridden, you can still feel the peace of mind.

Ning Mingmei glanced at Lian Chengyue, then said to Old Seventeen, "Old Seventeen."

"Um?"

"Do you feel that the atmosphere here is familiar to you?"

"Is there?" Old Seventeen asked doubtfully, "If I really want to say it..."

The atmosphere here makes people feel uncomfortable.

It was depressing, dull, and sticky, making people feel evil and want to vent their resentment and throw all the tutor's paper comments into the trash can...

"The last time I felt this uncomfortable was when I was in Yedi." Old Seventeen said in a low voice.

Ning Mingmei glanced at him and said nothing.

Unlike Old Seventeen, Ning Mingmei, as a cultivator in the Spirit Transformation Stage, has a sharper sense.

In addition to this time and that time with Ye Di, there was another time that gave Ning Mingmei such a strong feeling of depression.

The medical residence during the Qingyan Competition.

The disciples who were controlled by the black substance also had the same aura as here.

Wuchang later sent people to investigate Yedi. The body of the demon cultivator who was killed had already been taken away by Jiang Duo. All they could do was investigate the collapsed mountains. In the caves there, they found strange runes that were used to gather and collect certain things, and clay jars that were supposed to have held something but were now empty.

Ning Mingmei sent someone to bring back the earthen jar, agglutinate and extract the residue to make a glass slide specimen, and asked Zhang Zhizhen to do sample comparison. The spiritual consciousness of a cultivator in the Spirit Transformation Stage can travel thousands of miles, but it cannot be used to observe cells and microorganisms. The monks felt ashamed of themselves for focusing on the big picture and ignoring the small details, and with the help of the new instruments on Piaomiao Peak, they completed the comparison of the chromatography, mass spectrometry and optical spectrum of the two samples.

After inspection, the two samples were found to have the same physical and chemical properties, and even the same biological characteristics. Therefore, Zhang Zhizhen's laboratory judged that the two belonged to the same object. Because this was confidential research, Zhang Zhizhen could not publish a paper based on it, nor could he see any research prospects for this technology. But she is the only one who works diligently and completes every boring basic research task.

But no matter what others do, Ning Mingmei always gains something - he believes that the people who sneaked into Qingji Sect and caused chaos and stole Weng Xingyun's Soul-Blocking Lamp during the Qingyan Competition eight years ago are the same group of people who set up the collection formation in Ye Di and secretly fanned the flames to make Ye Di rotten and stinky.

Baimian, who harbors a strong hatred for the major sects, is also one of them. As an orphan, he was abused in Changlemen. Over the years, Ning Mingmei has been able to get Baimian to reveal some information through indirect means: Baimian's parents were also involved in the Demon Concubine Rebellion back then. They were regarded as cliques of the Liaoyuan Clan and were exiled to an extremely cold land, where they died on their way north. Bai Mian was imprisoned in the same camp with other children who were still too young to remember anything. The camp managers marked the children with a red mole.

Later, those with excellent spiritual roots had their memories erased and were taken to various sects or immortal cities. Baimian and other furnace tripods also had their memories erased, and they were sent to Changle Gate.

On the surface, Changle Gate provided a place for the Lu Dings to practice and live, but in the past few hundred years, in the eyes of many sects, it was nothing more than a secret brothel that secretly conducted prostitution. After the Demon Concubine Rebellion, managers have become more restrained in doing business, but have become more stringent in suppressing and supervising the furnaces. Some people even suggested the "good idea" of breaking the ankles of all the furnace tripods.

Baimian escaped from Changle Gate on his own. The girl whom he regarded as his sister also escaped with him. The two got separated while fleeing and went their separate ways. Later, Bai Mian was lost in the world, and finally took the initiative to find the mysterious people who called themselves "the mob".

In his heart, they might be related to the Demon Concubine Rebellion and Weng Xingyun. They are the true descendants of Xinghuo Island and are good people who can bring the true dawn back to the world of immortal cultivation. The so-called "mob" is a pseudonym they use to ensure their own safety.

The mob once extinguished a spark that started a prairie fire.

Baimian looks weird all day long. The mob also misled him several times. They encouraged him to kill the dogs of the big sects, and even the traitors who were orphans of the Demon Concubine Rebellion but had completely turned to the side of the big sects. But in fact, deep in his heart, his love is far greater than hatred. This was also the reason why he went to Qingji Sect to steal the Soul-Binding Lamp and carried out this suicide mission for the girl who reunited with him but became seriously ill due to saving others.

Perhaps, this is also the reason why the mob always keeps most of the information strictly hidden and never tells Baimian enough details.

besides. Before leaving a month ago, when Wu Yun mentioned the organization that advised him to find them and help him settle down and seek revenge in Ye, Ning Mingmei thought of that group of people again.

"Mob".

What kind of people are these? What is their purpose, what kind of history are they hiding, are they really the descendants of Spark Island? In which areas are their personnel distributed, and what are their spiritual root types and their proportions. In addition, how many valuable skills and magic weapons passed down from ancient times do they have in their hands?

What consequences will arise if the Soul-Binding Lamp used to resurrect Weng Xingyun now falls into their hands?

Ning Mingmei did not have sufficient evidence to convince everyone of his inference - in fact, he had no interest in convincing everyone to be smart. The demon world is watching covetously, and the immortal cultivation world is wishful thinking and attributing all the chaos to the destruction caused by the demon world. In a sense, it can be considered a "good thing" to let the people in the immortal world unite to deal with the demon world, so that they can use the resources of the immortal world more efficiently.

Eight years passed in a flash, and the "mob" disappeared without a trace. Even Zhang Zhizhen's chief disciple who participated in the research gradually forgot about this mysterious research.

But Ning Mingmei did not forget.

Fate always takes strange turns when people are least aware of it. For example, at this moment, Ning Mingmei once again smelled the scent of the mysterious organization.

From Dongji Mountain, from the magic circle set up by the uninvited guest.

Even beyond that mysterious and unpleasant power, Ning Mingmei could find some intuitive evidence.

The concept of organ transplantation does seem to come from the mouth of a naive, talented young monk who wants to save lives.

But her life was short. The years pass slowly. The method she once blurted out with the sole intention of saving the lives of seriously injured civilians was first denounced as heresy, and eventually became a "good medicine" used by "Mo Jing" to make money and kill people.

The closer you get to the second center of the formation, the thicker the bloody smell in the air. As they walked along the road, they saw the corpses of monsters one after another. Some of them were stabbed to death with swords after many fights, while others were killed with a single blow.

It is not difficult for Ning Mingmei to guess the reason. These bodies must have been caused by two groups of people. One group is disciples of Qingji Sect, and the other group is a mysterious organization that arrived here with them.

The weirdness of those corpses almost made Jiang Yourong want to vomit.

"What on earth are these?" she murmured. "They look like they were made of pieces of corpses. There are actually a lot of fish eggs growing inside the snake's body..."

Ning Mingmei only took out his own instruments and asked Lao Shiqi to collect the remaining "black air" in the bodies of these monsters.

Even if only a little.

Lian Chengyue looked at those monsters and felt his forehead twitching violently, again and again, as if it was twisting in joy instinctively.

The black air that would cause discomfort to others seemed to be the best food to him.

It was as if he was born to devour these things.

But Ning Mingmei was beside him, and Lian Chengyue didn't want to show her loss of composure. He clenched his palms, trying to restrain himself, and followed Ning Mingmei and others through the sea of ​​corpses and blood in the village.

"Among those killed here are monsters and some evil cultivators. They seem to be the researchers here." Old Seventeen lowered his head to observe.

Soon, he found half a sword tassel. It is obvious that this sword tassel was left there intentionally.

"Duan Ying has been here." Old Seventeen reported.

It is obvious that Duan Ying left a token here to guide the direction. She had been here before they arrived.

Suddenly, Lian Chengyue felt as if there was a dark shadow flashing in the distance. When he looked back, he saw only overgrown weeds.

There was no one in sight.

Jiang Yourong's uncontrolled scream came to his ears: "Master, look here, in this cave, there is, there is..."

Lao Shiqi and Ning Mingmei hurried to the cave. This place is dangerous and Lian Chengyue dare not be left behind.

When the young man's figure followed Ning Mingmei and disappeared at the entrance of the cave. On the distant cliff, a figure finally appeared.

He was dressed in white, wearing a jade crown, and had a calm and gentle expression. The man stared into the distance and sighed softly, "After eight years of seclusion, it's really lively outside... How old am I now? Fourteen? Fifteen?"

He stretched out his hand and made some kind of incantation. The black air that was originally lingering on the monster was drawn out and gathered in the palm of his hand. The man's expression did not change. He simply closed his eyes and inhaled them into his body as if he were inhaling fragrance.

"The divine sword slays demons and monsters. Absorbing these chaos is its duty - the same is true for the sword spirit that was sacrificed for the sword."

"It won't be a waste if we eat them all. Don't you think so?"

"Junior brother?"