Tinglan grew up in the world of cultivation. Although he is not very talented, he has reached the level of a great spiritual master at the age of just over 20, which is quite good.
On this continent, the levels of cultivation are divided into spiritual energy entering the body, spiritual master, spiritual master, great spiritual master, spiritual king, spiritual emperor, spiritual lord, spiritual ancestor, spiritual emperor, spiritual immortal, and finally the supreme true god.
Of course, in this world, Emperor Ling is just a legend that has existed since ancient times.
Thinking of this, Tinglan frowned and gave up her previous idea that there was a powerful person in charge here.
Nowadays, spiritual energy is scarce, and even the cultivation world is greatly affected.
If one is strong, he will definitely fight for a place with more abundant spiritual energy. How could he stay in a corner?
"Hmph! Such a trifle!"
"Look at my Binglan swordsmanship!"
Tinglan drew out the ice-blue sword, made a beautiful sword flower in his hand, and slashed towards the gate of Jiang's mansion.
"boom!"
An extreme roar exploded, but was controlled within a few meters around Tinglan.
The loud noise did not wake up the sleeping people.
"How is this possible?"
Tinglan was bleeding from all seven orifices, and there was a hideous sword wound in the middle of his face.
"Why? My move hurt me instead?"
There was shock and unwillingness in her eyes.
"Because this is an ancient formation called the Rebound Immortal Formation."
"As the name suggests, even the magic of immortals can be rebounded."
"If you had walked in honestly earlier, nothing would have happened."
"But you were so arrogant and conceited that you insisted on breaking in with the most forceful attitude, thus triggering the formation. You can't blame me for this~"
Jiang Tiantian appeared yawning, and seeing the horror in Tinglan's eyes, she couldn't help but explain.
"Oh, by the way, I also added the Sound Gathering Array and the Sound Absolute Array to this formation."
"Isolate all sounds around you and let them explode inside your body. How's that? Bleeding from all seven orifices. It's very uncomfortable, right?"
Jiang Tiantian looked at Tinglan with a harmless smile.
Her formation is only effective against anyone who has murderous intentions towards anyone in the mansion.
The woman in front of me has no good intentions.
Jiang Tiantian really couldn't imagine when she had provoked this woman.
"Who are you?" Tinglan's expression changed from shock to fear.
"It doesn't matter who I am. What matters is that you are about to die."
"The dead are the greatest. Since you died outside my house, I will bury you reluctantly."
"How about you choose first, where you want to be buried?"
Jiang Tiantian spoke sincerely.
"You! You are bullying me..." Tinglan felt a tightness in her chest and was completely silent.
"Well, after all, you still didn't tell me where you wanted to be buried."
"Why don't you just bury you in a mass grave? There's a lot of people there, so you won't be bored."
Jiang Tiantian did what she said, but after a moment, she yawned and went back to her room to continue sleeping.
The next morning, Bai Fan was sitting in a small teahouse, waiting to hear about the tragic massacre of the Jiang family.
He ate melon seeds leisurely, listening to the people whispering about their family matters.
I was secretly delighted.
"Junior Brother Bai Fan, Junior Brother Bai Fan."
At this time, a man dressed like Bai Fan came in anxiously.
"Junior Brother Bai Fan, today is the day for spirit testing. Senior Sister Tinglan is the captain of our team, but we haven't been able to find her yet."
"Do you know where she went?"
The man looked anxious.
"Brother Qingshui, don't be so anxious. Perhaps Sister Tinglan is stuck by someone or something."
Bai Fan smiled leisurely, with a look of determination to win.
"What's the meaning? Does Senior Sister Tinglan still have any relatives or friends in this mortal world?"
The man called Qingshui looked slightly stunned.
"Who knows? The spirit test is at noon anyway. It's still early now. Let's wait a little longer..."
Bai Fan said leisurely.
However, this wait lasted the entire morning.
In the end, even Bai Fan's face couldn't help but fall.
Why?
Why has the whole morning passed without any news about that family?
Senior Sister Tinglan has disappeared.
Could it be...that she is in danger?
That's impossible.
This thought flashed through Bai Fan's mind, but was immediately rejected by Bai Fan.
“Found it!”
While everyone was anxious, Qingshui took out a tracking paper crane and input spiritual power into it. The paper crane instantly became vivid and flew away.
"Let's go, hurry up and catch up." Qingshui said hurriedly.
Bai Fan was stunned when he saw this, and teased with a smile.
"Good fellow, Senior Brother Qingshui, didn't I see that you actually made Senior Sister Tinglan's tracking paper crane? Does she know about this?"
"First, find someone first." Qingshui's face suddenly turned red when he heard this.
Naturally, he could not admit that this paper crane was made from a strand of Tinglan's hair that he accidentally obtained.
He has always placed this paper crane near his heart, carrying the throbbing that he cannot express in words.
If it weren't for the urgent matter today, he would never have taken it out to use it.
Everyone followed the paper crane all the way, but unexpectedly they arrived at a mass grave.
"Brother Qingshui, your paper crane tracking device might be ineffective, isn't it?"
"This is the mass grave of the Mortal Realm. How could Senior Sister Tinglan possibly end up here?"
Seeing this, Bai Fan couldn't help but smile and shake his head.
“There!”
Qingshui's voice trembled as he flew up and quickly came to a small raised mound.
"Tinglan...Tinglan..."
Looking at the paper crane circling in front of a small mound, Qingshui felt his heart sink.
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